After wearing it back, I became the demon king

"She lost her soul, that's why she went crazy." Lin Jingyuan held his chin and said, "It's the same situation as Boss Yang."

He looked at Di Ling, "Fellow Daoist Di, your paintings are so realistic that they can really scare people's souls away."

Yue Zhao shook his head disapprovingly, "Di Daoyou's paintings are not only good, but also have the effect of exorcising demons and town houses. It's just that Boss Yang and Yu Wen have evil spirits in their bodies, and their minds are impure, so they work. opposite effect."

Lin Jingyuan opened his eyes wide, "Senior Yue, what do you mean to say, if the owner is upright, this painting can be used to ward off evil spirits and protect the house? Is evil born like this?"

"Yes, I asked my master specifically after I went back. He said that Daoyou Di's painting did not harm Boss Yang, but instead helped Boss Yang. If the two paintings did not work together, Boss Yang would have died that day." Yue Zhao finished listening. After the master's words, I was very shocked, and finally believed that Di Ling was indeed a rare genius as Lin Jingyuan said.

"This is too amazing!" Lin Jingyuan was stunned, and ran to Di Ling, his eyes shining, "You are so amazing, fellow Daoist Di, there are very few people who can do this in the whole country, and they are all hopeless." That is, the old-timers."

Lin Jingyuan's face flushed with excitement, in stark contrast to the indifferent and calm Di Ling next to him.

Di Ling yawned and said sleepily, "I'm going back first."

"Ah? Fellow Daoist Di, are you leaving now?" Lin Jingyuan thought that Di Ling planned to wait for Yu Wen to wake up with them, and maybe he would know the truth from Yu Wen.

"Well, I'm hungry." Di Ling put his hand in his pocket and touched a few beads.

"These are the beads on that yellow cat." Di Ling handed the scattered beads to Lin Jingyuan.

Lin Jingyuan was stunned, his face darkened, "A string of beads again?"

He picked it up and took a look, and there was indeed a word "quiet" on it, accompanied by the familiar smell of incense, "No wonder Butler Wu smelled of incense, I thought he was a pure believer in Buddhism."

"What's wrong with this bead?" Yue Zhao wondered, isn't this an ordinary Buddhist bead?

"Senior Yue, remember the tiger demon case not long ago? I almost died, thanks to Fellow Daoist Di who saved me." When Lin Jingyuan mentioned this incident, Yue Zhao's eyes darkened. You can't be an exorcist either.

"I remember." Yue Zhao had never experienced that case, but he would never forget it.

"The tiger demon that Sister Shuang and I met also had this bead on it, exactly the same." Lin Jingyuan's eyes flushed when he thought of Caishuang.

Yue Zhao's expression suddenly became serious when he heard this, and he said in a deep voice, "I have to report it quickly."

The little light bulb slept for three days straight before waking up slowly, and it had grown a bit, so it was obviously a bit heavy to put in the hood.

"Aww~" Little Bulb didn't find Di Ling after waking up, climbed onto the bed and saw that Di Ling was indeed sleeping, got into the bed without hesitation, crawled onto his chest and jumped.

Di Ling was almost crushed in his sleep, and picked up the troublemaker with his eyes closed. He didn't expect the weight to be different from the usual one, "Huh?"

Opening his eyes in a daze, he saw a black mass, sticking out his tongue at him, four little paws obediently hanging down, his fluffy tail kept wagging, "Wow!"

As soon as the guy regained his energy, he went to the room to uncover the tiles. Di Ling was sleepy, and put the small light bulb on his shoulder, intending to continue sleeping, "Are you a little heavy?"

"Aww?" The little light bulb rubbed against Di Ling's neck, its black fur made Di Ling's skin whiter than snow, and even his ears were shiny and white, like a work of art.

Little Light Bulb went up to it and licked it, wanting Di Ling to get up and play with it.

Di Ling, who still wanted to go back to sleep again, suddenly felt a burst of heat in his ears. His five senses were sensitive, so he was also very sensitive.

Di Ling picked it up, his eyes were cold, and the little light bulb didn't know the danger was coming, so he stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail foolishly.

"Sleep in the living room tonight." Di Ling got up and threw it out of the bedroom. His ears were red and hot, and he didn't feel sleepy at all. He raised his hand and rubbed it, and took a change of clothes to take a bath.

Today he had class, took his books and went out, the little light bulb drooped his ears aggrievedly, and looked at Di Ling with wet eyes, "Aww~"

It's a pity that Lang's heart is like iron, and Di Ling ruthlessly told it: "Don't steal electricity."

"Bang." The door was closed, and the little light bulb slumped back on the sofa. Today is another day to play without it.

"Going to class?" Chen Gang happened to go out to throw out the trash.

Di Ling glanced at him, then nodded coldly, "Yes."

Chen Gang raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, a little embarrassed, not knowing what to say.

The sunlight shone in through the narrow window and covered Di Ling's shoulders. His lavender hair made his skin white and flawless, as if exuding a lustrous luster.

Even Chen Gang, a straight steel man, couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

For the first time, he realized that beauty can really transcend gender.

"Fuck!" Chen Gang came back to his senses and cursed in a low voice.

I really want to raise my hand and give myself a slap.

Because he was thinking about things with his head down, Chen Gang didn't notice that the door of a house he passed opened and then closed instantly.

On the contrary, Di Ling squinted his eyes. He remembered that the man who lived there was the man who knocked on the door last time and asked him for a lighter.