My master is obedient and soft

Wen Yuan stood at the entrance of the side hall, full of blood, and the demon soldiers and generals around him looked at each other, not daring to show their anger.

His expression was a bit unusual, the cold temperament around him seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, one thick eyebrow was raised slantingly, and there was a vague smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing him coming back, Zheqing stood up in surprise, and shouted: "A Yuan!"

Wen Yuan didn't respond.

The door of the side hall behind him was closed heavily behind him, and with a "bang", Zheqing's heart trembled.

Zheqing sensitively felt that Wen Yuan was a little different today, and suddenly there was a strangeness in him that he couldn't describe.

Wen Yuan strode into the hall with golden silk and black shoes on the ground, and a dull voice sounded.His former black and deep eyes had recovered to their original state at this time, but the bottoms of his eyes were abnormally cold.

Wen Yuan walked up to Zheqing, grabbed his wrist without explanation and pulled him away from Lingyin.

The force was so great that Zheqing's wrist was immediately clenched with red marks, he held back the pain, and before turning around from the joy of Wen Yuan's sudden return, he felt that something was wrong with Wen Yuan today.

Sure enough, Zheqing's chin was lifted in the next second, and he saw Wen Yuan say in a cold and teasing tone: "Come here for a private meeting behind my back?"

Zheqing suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face flushed red from the momentary humiliation and distrust, he struggled and shouted: "What are you talking about?!"

Wen Yuan laughed loudly, shook his chin, and asked Shen Shen: "Isn't it?"

Zheqing said angrily: "Wen Yuan, you came back just to tell me these things? I explained to you before that we have nothing."

Lingyin frowned, apparently unable to listen anymore, he stood up and cupped his hands towards Wen Yuan: "Your Majesty Mozun, Zheqing came to ask me to borrow the Kunlun Secret Mirror... You disappeared for no reason, and he was very worried about you."

Wen Yuan raised his eyebrows: "When is it your turn to speak?"

Lingyin choked suddenly, bit her lip, unable to say anything.

The wrist was still being tightly gripped, Zheqing couldn't stand the pain anymore, he wanted to pull his hand out, but Wen Yuan gripped it even tighter, Zheqing felt that his wrist was about to break.

Zheqing: "You... why are you crazy?"

"Am I crazy?" Wen Yuan's eyes overflowed with madness, he looked closely at Zheqing and repeated: "Am I crazy?"

After finishing speaking, he pulled Zheqing and walked towards the door: "If you don't give you some punishment, you will run away with others in front of me."

Zheqing couldn't believe it, when Wen Yuan would talk like that, he was a little panicked, there were so many people outside the gate of the side hall, Wen Yuan just flirted with him in front of them.

Wen Yuan pulled Zheqing over, and threateningly whispered in his ear: "If you are not honest, I will tie you up."

He kicked the door of the side hall, and shouted loudly to the demon soldiers and generals who had an unclear face outside the door: "Show me the people inside!"

Everyone looked at Wen Yuan's extremely gloomy face, and whispered:

:"yes."

After the two left, everyone muttered: "What's wrong..."

"Who knows, maybe there's something awkward?"

"It doesn't look like that, the stinky face of the lord is going to kill people..."

"Be quiet..."

Zheqing was dragged all the way to the bedroom by Wen Yuan.

The people they met along the way looked at the two of them with puzzled and strange eyes, one with a face that was about to drip, and the other with a face of reluctance, and they didn't know what happened.

Zheqing was thrown onto the bed by Wen Yuan.

Although the bed was covered with quilts, it couldn't hold back Wen Yuan's effortless fall, Zhe Qing was dizzy from being hit, and the side of the bed that hit the bed first felt dull pain.

In the next second, he was pulled up by Wen Yuan, grabbed his neck and slammed him against the wall.

A cluster of flames sprang up from the depths of Wen Yuan's eyes, and he said viciously to Zheqing: "Zheqing, am I being too kind to you, huh? So good that you dare to make out with others under my nose."

Zheqing couldn't get away, Wen Yuan's hands were stuck like pliers, and he couldn't breathe smoothly, and he felt full of sadness and wronged because of his words.

Zheqing said intermittently: "Let me go..."

The hand on the neck tightened suddenly, and Wen Yuan narrowed his eyes. Zheqing felt strange and scary with that gaze as if looking at an enemy. Even when their misunderstanding had not been solved before, Wen Yuan had never treated him like this before. he.

"What are you going to do... Do you want to kill me?" Zheqing couldn't breathe, and Wen Yuan's face gradually became blurred in his eyes.

Wen Yuan seemed to have come to his senses suddenly, and immediately let go of his hand, watching Zheqing's body slide down the wall softly.

He clutched his bruised neck and coughed uncontrollably. There were bruised handprints on that snow-white neck, and there was the ground bitten by Wen Yuan on one side, which looked particularly miserable.

Wen Yuan stared blankly at Zheqing's distressed appearance, the red light in the depths of his eyes seemed to be dimmed, his lips moved, and he said softly: "Zheqing..."

He reached out to touch Zheqing's neck.

In the end, Zheqing brushed him away without touching him, and then raised those slender, white hands against his cheeks.

Wen Yuan looked up at Zhe Qing's raised hand in a daze, with a dazed expression and did not avoid it.

But that hand still didn't come down after all.

The strength slowed down, and finally that hand fell gently on Wen Yuan's cheek, Zhe Qing touched his face, but his tone was infinitely tender and compassionate, and he said softly: "My A Yuan, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Yuan looked at him: "I..."

The hand on his face slowly stroked his contours, Zheqing came over a little bit, the pain on his neck was not as good as his heartache.

Wen Yuan shook his head, his expression suddenly depressed, he closed his eyes slightly and obediently rubbed Zheqing's palm, and said slowly: "I too... I don't know..."

He was like a child who suddenly couldn't find his way home.

Wen Yuan tilted his head and kept kissing Zheqing's palm lightly, his trembling and warm kisses fell down, relying on him infinitely, as if he was afraid that Zheqing would run away.

Wen Yuan picked up Zheqing's thin body and hugged him, he said intermittently: "I'm sorry... I hurt you... I'm sorry."

Zheqing closed her eyes: "It's okay."

Holding his tall body trembling slightly, Zheqing immediately felt distressed, he couldn't see Wen Yuan like this, anyway, he was a cub raised by him alone.

Zheqing held his face in his hands, he sighed, and pressed his forehead against his, and said softly, "How can you doubt me like this."

Wen Yuan immediately said: "I didn't!"

"Don't move," Zheqing said, Wen Yuan did not move obediently after listening to his words, he said: "Did you hear my heartbeat?"

Wen Yuan blinked, and his long crow eyelashes lightly swept over the bridge of Zheqing's straight nose.

Zheqing took his hand and put it on her heart,

"Here, I'm just pretending to be you."

In an instant, Wen Yuan's heart was filled with turbulent waves, the indescribable shock and heartbeat spread through his limbs, and the great joy and inexplicable thoughts almost drowned him in an instant.

"Zheqing..." Wen Yuan murmured.

He hugged him tightly, but didn't know what to say, so he could only repeat over and over again: "I'm sorry..."

His sharp brows were tightly frowned, and he said with a bit of aggrieved tone: "I don't know what happened just now, I...I can't control myself..."

He buried his head in Zheqing's shoulder and took a deep breath, as if he could integrate Zheqing into his blood, Wen Yuan gently stroked his neck and said, "Does it hurt?"

How could it not hurt.

But Zheqing shook his head, he said softly: "Tell me, what happened?"

After a long time, Wen Yuan said slowly: "I don't remember."

Zheqing restrained her expression, and said seriously: "Don't remember anything?"

Wen Yuan took a deep breath: "Yes."

He looked a little wronged, and Zheqing couldn't bear to kill him.

Wen Yuan looked at the scar on Zheqing's neck, and felt sad and wanted to kill himself. He didn't know why, he knew that Zheqing and Lingyin were just ordinary friends, nothing at all, but he was just out of control, The anger suddenly reached its peak.

Zheqing asked, "What did you do last night?"

"Ah?" Wen Yuan didn't know why, so he said in a daze, "Sleep last night."

Zheqing frowned, and looked into the depths of his eyes probing: "Have you been sleeping?"

Wen Yuan said: "Well, I woke up in the morning and found that you were not there. I searched around but couldn't find it, and then I came back, and when I came back, I saw..." You and Lingyin are arguing.

Wen Yuan was annoyed and thought that Zheqing was still angry with what he did just now, but the fact is that he really didn't know why, how could he suddenly lose his mind just now, as if his body and mind were not his own, for Zheqing Saying such ugly words hurt him again.

But what he didn't know was that after hearing what he said, Zheqing's heart was completely cold.

Wen Yuan looked at Zheqing's pale face for a moment, and called out helplessly, "Zheqing?"

Only then did Zheqing come back to his senses, he managed to keep his face calm, and said slowly: "I see, it's fine."

In fact, there was a storm in his heart.

If he hadn't clearly seen what Wen Yuan did that night through the Kunlun Secret Mirror, he would really have been deceived by Wen Yuan's ignorant appearance.

But the facts are right in front of his eyes, Wen Yuan will not lie to him, if he says he doesn't know, he must really not know.

Zheqing couldn't describe how he felt in his heart. A cold-blooded killer who killed so many people in one night, now hugged him and seriously said that he didn't know, he was sleeping all the time.

It felt nothing short of creepy.

But it also proved that there is only one possibility to explain this matter, that is, Wen Yuan was really controlled by someone, so that he made such an unbelievable and unreasonable move.

Wen Yuan looked at Zheqing without speaking for a long time, thinking that he was still angry, he hesitated and said: "I will give you medicine..." His eyes suddenly froze as he said that, because Wen Yuan only discovered the pain on Zheqing's neck at this time. Tooth marks.

He said angrily: "What is this?! Who, who touched you?"

Zheqing raised his head slowly, looked into Wen Yuan's eyes and said, "It's you."

Wen Yuan was stunned.

He said, "I... when am I?"

It turned out that he really didn't remember anything he had done.

Zheqing couldn't control his mood and thought about the worst, could it be that every night when they fell asleep, he would go out quietly like that day in the mortal world, doing things against the law of heaven, and come back in the morning?

If it wasn't for him waking up in the middle of the night suddenly thirsty that day, wouldn't it be... he would never have found out.

Zheqing suddenly felt a little tired, the events that happened these days exhausted his energy, and he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness in his heart.

Wen Yuan looked at Zheqing in his arms with his head lowered for a long time, he couldn't help but panicked and asked, "Zheqing?"

Zheqing tilted her head, she actually passed out in his arms.