Refinement, masculinity

Meng Ling jumped off the wall and kicked the corpse on the ground: "Dead?"

Duan Cheng has not been beaten for a long time. If he followed his usual temper, he would definitely explode and destroy her, but the one who just attacked was someone who is very likely to become his wife, so he must not beat him, so he quickly got up. , especially bold: "Not dead, nothing happened."

There is a small road outside the playground, and the opposite is a residential area. This place is probably old, and under the moonlight, you can clearly see the old and mottled marks on the walls. Meng Ling has never been here before, so he took two steps forward. Identify the direction, and by the way, say to the people behind: "Go home if you are not dead, I don't have time to play with you."

"No, I have something very important to discuss with you, we have to talk about it." Duan Cheng followed and looked at him seriously. There are no street lights around here, but the moonlight is very bright, and the eye socket of that eye began to turn red , It is estimated that it will turn blue soon, and no matter how serious the expression is, it will be greatly reduced.

Meng Ling stared at his masterpiece, and asked patiently: "...Your so-called big thing is asking me to be your daughter-in-law?"

"This is only a possible result. What I'm talking about now is the process." Duan Cheng grabbed his hand and asked affectionately, "Would you like to cultivate together with me?"

"..." Meng Ling slowly broke away from him, with a flat tone, "Goodbye boy."

He deeply felt that wasting time with him was a very stupid thing. He looked around, chose a direction, turned around and left, planning to go around and find an Internet cafe nearby to see how the last post was.

"Wait, don't you believe me again?" Duan Cheng grabbed him and looked up. There are tall trees planted on the side of the road near the playground. The trunks are thick and can perfectly block people. Jiali dragged the boy behind one of the trees, then quickly set up restrictions around him, and added illusions on both sides by the way, so that people could not see clearly what was going on inside.

No matter how hard Meng Ling struggled, his eyes suddenly turned cold: "What are you doing?"

Duan Cheng didn't answer, he tore off the strap on his left wrist and threw it away. The strap quickly stretched in the air, and suddenly turned into a sharp sword more than three feet long. Its blade was very thin and glowing. The pale blue light emits a cold air that is threatening.

Meng Ling couldn't help inhaling: "You..."

Duan Cheng let him go, took out a palm-sized bag, reached in to feel it, took out a heavy sword, let it float in the air, and looked at him expectantly: "What I said is true Yes, I didn't lie to you."

Meng Ling was expressionless. After the monster incident last night, his world view was severely impacted again.

Duan Cheng saw that it was almost the same, so he stuffed the big sword into the small bag, and turned the other back into a wristband, and asked nervously, "Can ordinary people do this kind of thing? You should believe it now, right?"

Meng Ling was silent for a few seconds, then said slowly, "A magician can"

"..." Duan Cheng wanted to go crazy, "They all made tricks in advance, tricks to deceive people, I am not, oh, I can still fly, do you want to show you how to fly now?"

"...No need," Meng Ling turned and left, "Leave me alone."

As soon as Duan Cheng heard it, he knew that he actually believed it. He hurriedly removed the restriction and illusion, and followed him step by step: "Cultivate with me, and then you can slowly consider whether you want to be my wife."

Meng Ling didn't answer, and walked forward along the path. After a few seconds, he finally calmed down. After going through the pictures since the acquaintance, he found that all the puzzled questions had been answered.

Duan Cheng was watching from the side, but he couldn't guess what he was thinking from that expressionless face, so he could only continue to persuade: "Cultivate yourself, what's so good about being a mortal?"

Hearing the mortal voice, Meng Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered the pair of dogs and men. He turned his head and asked, "Aren't you arrogant and look down on ordinary people?"

"I won't," Duan Cheng shook his head violently, and hastily swore, "I never disliked you."

"...I didn't refer to you in particular."

Duan Cheng was instantly relieved, and thought for a while: "Sometimes it will."

Meng Ling frowned. If the pair of dog girls were also cultivators, what was the hypocrite going to do with Meng Xiaodong?

Seeing his solemn expression, Duan Cheng was about to ask a question, but he couldn't help but pause and turned his head.

Meng Ling glanced at him: "What?"

"My dad called me back with a sound transmission talisman, saying that something happened at home."

At this time, Meng Ling happened to take a small path, and soon found an Internet cafe on the side of the street, and said casually: "Then you can go."

Duan Cheng thought about it, and suggested: "Will you go with me? I'll introduce you to them by the way, anyway, we will be a family in the future."

"...Goodbye." Meng Ling turned and left.

Duan Cheng was quite sad, and silently drew his saber to leave, but suddenly remembered something, and hurried to catch up: "Do you know that you actually have multiple personalities? I have proof."

Meng Ling wanted to nod at first, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but ask, "What evidence?"

"Look at your shoes. I left a mark when the other personality came out. If you still don't believe me, you can think about it carefully. Do you not remember what you did during the day?"

Meng Ling raised his left foot in the direction he was pointing, and clearly saw a small cross drawn on it through the streetlight. He was silent for a moment: "When did you draw it?"

"Last night, I actually pretended to be a ghost to scare him into unconsciousness and try to get you out, but in the end he kept fainting. Why are you looking at me like that... Ouch!" Duan Cheng bent down in pain, covering his other eye , "It hurts..."

He forgot again, this skill is too damn god-defying, so what is the reason for being beaten this time? !

Meng Ling withdrew his hand expressionlessly and continued walking, deciding to reduce the favorability of that empty and lonely monster to zero.

Duan Cheng wanted to chase after him, but his father urged him to go back again, so he had to leave. He looked at someone's back and raised his voice and asked, "What's your name?"

"Meng Ling."

"Meng Ling..." Duan Cheng muttered softly, thinking that he had finally gained something, he drew his sword and left quickly.

The Duan family was built outside the city, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is excellent. Almost the whole family lives here. Maybe he was chasing his wife, just in case, he sent out a few more sound transmission talismans, telling him to come as soon as possible, finish the job early and go back early to continue chasing. He thought that the boy would have to dawdle for a while, but he came so soon .

Duan Cheng fell to the middle courtyard, put away the magic weapon, looked up and saw his father approaching.

Father Duan looked at his son silently.

Duan Cheng silently looked at his father with panda eyes.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Father Duan asked, "Your wife did it?"

Duan Cheng said pitifully: "Yes."

Duan's father nodded: "As expected of the daughter-in-law of my Duan family."

Duan Cheng echoed: "I think so too."

Uncle Yi: "..."

Uncle Yi noticed that his young master had arrived, and wanted to come over to greet him, but just happened to listen to this conversation verbatim, and was speechless immediately, and walked forward slowly: "They are waiting."

Father Duan nodded, took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured out a little and rubbed it on his son, Duan Cheng felt a refreshing coolness coming from his eyes, he reached out his hand and found that the swelling had subsided.Duan's father looked at the handsome boy's son who turned handsome again in an instant, and threw the bottle to him: "Keep it for later."

Duan Cheng hummed gratefully, and put it away properly.

Duan's father glanced at him, and couldn't help but teach: "You need to use your brain more when chasing a wife. Look at your uncles and brothers, what a good example."

Duan Cheng's shoulders slumped: "For example?"

"Look at your third uncle, pretending to be drugged, and directly fucked your third aunt."

Duan Cheng imagined it and shook his head violently: "Change it to another one, he will kill me."

"Then learn from your second uncle," Father Duan said, "he dug a cave by himself, asked the old people in the family to set up several layers of restrictions, and then lied to your second aunt that they found a fairyland, and then they just went in with their front feet, and the back feet The cave was blocked, and the two stayed there staring at each other for nearly three years, and your second uncle didn't want to leave until they developed feelings for each other."

"..." Duan Cheng said, "Is there anything else?"

"Like your second brother, pretending to be pitiful, he got his wife drunk and masturbated, and then ran back to let us mark him, and I helped him take a bite," Father Duan said, feeling quite emotional, "You The second brother is really ruthless, his wife is said to be a very smart person, your second brother is afraid of being seen through, just in case even the chrysanthemum is willing to be crippled, so he collapsed on the bed the next day and let his wife take responsibility. Still putting it on."

Duan Cheng was confused by the wind: "It's disabled? What did he use to make it?"

"Who knows," Father Duan patted him on the shoulder, "Look at him, you still have something to learn."

Duan Cheng silently nodded, feeling that he had benefited a lot.

Uncle Yi: "..."

Uncle Yi deeply felt that the behavior style of the Duan family could be passed on from generation to generation, and it was inseparable from the family education.

Duan Cheng followed them to the main hall, and turned to the main topic: "What's the matter calling me back?"

"After a while, the Cultivation Academy will start classes, and they want to invite you to teach."

Duan Cheng was stunned for a moment: "Then can I sign up for one person?"

Meng Ling quickly arrived at the Internet cafe, found a place to sit down, and turned on the computer to search for his own posts. Most of them were sunk, and only a few replied, but they all said they didn't know. He searched patiently, but still didn't get a definite answer. Instead, he suddenly saw a private letter, and he opened it, which said he wanted to buy this kind of grass.

He was surprised, and felt that this person should know the truth, so he replied, without mentioning the transaction, but asked Cao's name, he clicked send, and wanted to read other posts, but he replied soon: You are here !

Meng Ling replied: Well, you are here too.

The reply on the other end was still very fast: No, I have been waiting for you in front of the computer since I saw your post in the early hours of the morning, never closed my eyes, never left, you are finally here!

Meng Ling: "..."

Why has he always met strange things these two days?