lure way

Gong Loujue put a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth, the soft and glutinous sweet-scented osmanthus cake melted in his mouth, his teeth were filled with fragrance, and the sweet taste on the tip of his tongue melted into his heart, "It's delicious!" Gong Loujue was full of praise.

In fact, Ling Mochen made it according to the recipe for the first time. He tried to taste a piece, and the taste was very mild, which was not satisfactory. "I put less sugar, it's not very sweet."

"Sweet! This is the sweetest osmanthus cake I've ever eaten, sweeter than caramel!"

Gong Loujue put another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth as he spoke, and ate it with relish. He smiled at Ling Mochen, his eyes were affectionate, his thin lips opened and closed slightly, and his soft and dexterous tongue could be faintly seen, licking the sticky cake from time to time. The pastry crumbs on the lips are alluring in every move.

Plop... plop...

Ling Mochen's heart couldn't help beating a few times, and he felt more and more why Gong Loujue was so...beautiful, and when he was quiet, angry, happy, and emotional...

"Hengzhi, our prince is about to be born. Let's name him...Hengzhi?" Gong Loujue noticed that Ling Mochen was in a daze, and waved his hand in front of his eyes. Only then did Mo Chen come back to his senses, a red cloud quickly appeared on his face, and he hurriedly poured wine to cover it up.

Gong Loujue's foxy eyes did not let him go, seeing him smile unfathomably, and asked ambiguously: "What was Heng Zhi thinking just now?"

"It's nothing." Ling Mochen replied solemnly, with no show on his face.

"Really?" Gong Loujue approached Ling Mochen, and blew in his ear, "Does Hengzhi want it?"

"Ahem..." Ling Mochen almost choked on the wine, glared at Gong Loujue, and said:

"Today has... already been twice..."

"What about tonight?" Gong Loujue stared at Ling Mochen's waist with green eyes, undisguisedly moved his Adam's apple slightly and swallowed.

"Tonight..." A trace of melancholy appeared on Ling Mochen's brows, he silently put down his wine glass, looked at the wine reflecting the bleak moonlight, and said, "Tonight...I want to take a rest."

Looking at Ling Mochen's expression, which seemed to have something on his mind, Gong Loujue also suppressed his smile, and said, understandingly and not being obsessive:

"Okay." Then he waited quietly for him to speak, he felt that Ling Mochen must have something to say to him.

Sure enough, Ling Mochen pondered for a moment, looked up at Gong Loujue, and said, "Tomorrow, I want to go back to Bailing Mountain."

"You said... what?" A dull pain hit Gong Loujue's heart again. He thought that Ling Mochen would never leave after returning to him this time.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from doing excessive things again, he no longer wanted to chain him and trap him, but... still questioned him uncontrollably, grabbing his shoulder , the eyes were filled with steam, and the voice was low and hoarse, "Why! Hengzhi? Why! Tell me! Why!"

"Lou Jue, you misunderstood!" Ling Mochen didn't expect Gong Loujue to be so excited, and he blamed him for not finishing his sentence at once. He added: "I just went back and will be back soon, Lou Jue , I'm going back...to ask Master to...remove me. And Yunxuan is actually related to me by blood, so I have to go back and check."

Ling Mochen was originally the top exorcist in the exorcism world, the great disciple of Bailing Mountain, and the head disciple of Elder Wen Xu. He once added countless honors to his sect, but he did not hesitate to violate the principles of the exorcism world and risked his life to save Gong Loujue, who was a fox demon. , and fell in love with the demon, and had children.This will undoubtedly bring endless humiliation to the master's sect, causing other sects to poke the master's spine and call him an evil disciple who betrayed the master's sect.

He can't just care about his own happiness and disregard his master's reputation from now on, and he has decided to stay with Gong Loujue for the rest of his life. The only way is to ask his master to expel him and remove his name from Bailing Mountain.

But isn't it that easy to get rid of nationality?You need to receive two hundred spine sticks to remove your membership, and if you have suffered two hundred spine sticks, you will be seriously injured if you don't die.

As for Yun Chuxiao's existence, he also had to figure it out.

"Heng Zhi..." Gong Loujue took Ling Mochen's hand, embraced him, kissed his forehead, sighed, and said:

"There's something I haven't told you..."

"what's up?"

"About your master..." Gong Loujue hugged Ling Mochen tightly, "After all, this matter will not be kept secret for long. Hengzhi, you have to be mentally prepared."

"...Okay, tell me." Ling Mochen looked nervously at Gong Loujue, his black eyes rippling uneasy under the moonlight.

"Your master...after your father died, he stole a flower seed derived from your father privately, and raised an heir with him, and the child born is Yun Chuxiao."

"...What? You said my master and father..." Ling Mochen looked at Gong Loujue in disbelief, his heart was in a mess, and he couldn't accept it for a while. What happened to his father and master? Will... breed offspring with derived flower seeds?Preconditions for breeding offspring from derived flower seeds......

"This...how is it possible...they..." Ling Mochen shook his head, "Impossible..."

"Uh..." Gong Loujue scratched his head. Could it be that he wanted to tell Hengzhi that his father's last night...was forced by his master?This... How can Hengzhi accept it.

"They probably drank too much at that time..." In order to prevent Ling Mochen from collapsing too much, Gong Loujue made a lie that Ling Mochen could easily accept, and said:

"As far as I know, your father went to drink in your master's dormitory the night before the accident..."

"..."

Ling Mochen lowered his eyes, his eyes were dim, and he began to recall the last scene when he met his father 16 years ago...

That morning was as peaceful as usual, with no obvious abnormalities. When the young Ling Mochen woke up, his father was not by his side. His mother told him that his father went to Bailing Mountain for a banquet yesterday and did not return at night.

So little Mochen, who was only four years old, went to wait on the bridge that his father had to pass every time he came back, and waited for three hours, finally waiting for his father's tired figure.

Little Mochen rushed up excitedly, using the lightness kung fu he had just learned, and flew up like every time he greeted his father's return, and every time his father would smile happily, and catch him steadily for a few circles, and then Squeeze his little cheek and say, "Little Mochen, your handsome dad is back!"

But that time Ling Fan didn't catch Xiao Mochen, and even staggered and fell to the ground when he was hit by Xiao Mochen. He couldn't get up for a long time, his brows were tangled together in pain, and his face became even paler...

"Wow... Daddy... what's wrong with you?"

Little Mochen was terrified, and cried out anxiously, ignoring the pain of being thrown himself, and grabbed Ling Fan's hand with all his strength, trying to pull him up.

"Little Mochen, don't cry, Daddy is just a little tired, it's all right, did you hurt from the fall?"

Ling Fan forced a smile, and carefully checked whether Xiao Mochen was injured.After being raped by his best friend Wen Xu for almost a whole night, his body was exhausted, he was physically and mentally injured, and he even almost committed suicide. He didn't know how he got back.

All he knew was that his son was waiting for him, his first wife was waiting for him, and then he had to go home.An embarrassing pain came from a torn wound somewhere, Ling Fan endured the discomfort and led Xiao Mochen home.

Along the way, Xiao Mochen didn't dare to say anything, because his father's face was so pale that there was no blood in it. At that time, his father's hands were different from the usual warmth, but cold.

Afterwards, what Ling Mochen remembers most clearly is the first time his always gentle mother raised a whip to beat his father, scolded sharply, and asked who is that person?Why do you do this to her?The father didn't say a word the whole time, and endured it silently. Ling Mochen was frightened and went to stop his mother, but was locked into the room by the angry mother.

Until now, Ling Mochen didn't understand why his father didn't return all night, why his face was pale, and why he was so weak. Thinking about it now, everything was like a sharp knife cutting his heart fiercely.

He clenched his fists and stood up suddenly. Gong Loujue quickly grabbed his arm and asked anxiously:

"Hengzhi, you are..."

Ling Mochen frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I want to ask Master face to face! Ask him what he did to my father back then!"

Since his father returned home that time, he fell ill in bed, and was brutally murdered by the monster tribe soon after... Does this... have anything to do with Master?

"Don't go..." Gong Loujue pursed her lips and said:

"Do you know that your master...in order to keep your last ray of soul, his cultivation base was exhausted...he has passed away..."

"what!"

His heart seemed to freeze in an instant, and Ling Mochen felt chills all over his body. The voices and smiles of his master in the past came to mind one by one. His legs softened and he fell to sit on the table. Gong Loujue held him tightly In my arms.

For a long time, a tear streak rolled down Ling Mochen's face, "I thought...it was my fate, but I didn't expect it to be Master..." Ling Mochen choked up, and at the end, It was sobbing.

"Hengzhi, your master told Yun Chuxiao when you were alive, when you wake up, send a message for him, saying that his death is not enough to make up for his mistakes, and I hope you can be happy. Hengzhi... the past, let Let him return to the dust...Stay by my side, let me make up for all your lost happiness, okay, Heng Zhi, in another month, our prince will be born... .”

"Lou Jue..." Ling Mochen hugged Gong Loujue back.