After wearing it back, I became the demon king

"It stinks." Lang Li stepped back one after another, frowning.

The staff were stunned, and the make-up artist and assistants in the dressing room looked embarrassed upon hearing this.

"It doesn't smell, Mr. Lang, you smelled it wrong." The staff shrugged their noses, and there was clearly only the fragrance of cosmetics in the air. Could it be that Lang Li is allergic to cosmetics?

Lang Li's original form is a wolf, with a keen sense of smell, it is absolutely impossible to smell it wrong.

"It smells like sewer."

The make-up artist and assistant's faces were ashen. They were the only two in the room, and Lang Li pointed at them and cursed.

Then the agent who came over happened to hear these words, He Yue almost had a heart attack, the makeup artists of the V brand are all famous people, and Lang Li, a newcomer, would offend others, and he might not want to be in the fashion circle.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my Lang Li's Chinese is not very good, so I'm offended." He Yue hurried forward to apologize.

The makeup artist looked at Lang Li's golden eyes and deep facial features, but did not doubt He Yue's words.

She smiled nonchalantly, "Come in and put on your makeup, it's time for the studio to rush."

He Yue pushed Lang Li's back and whispered, "Ancestor, stop talking and put on makeup."

Lang Li looked at him sideways, with a very reluctant expression, "It smells too bad, I won't go in."

"If you don't wear makeup, you won't make any money. Think for yourself." He Yue took out his trump card.

If you don't make money, you can't buy Di Ling a birthday cake. Thinking of this, Lang Li backed up his defenses and walked into the dressing room with a sullen face.

He was so smoked that he was dizzy, and the breath around his body was like ice, frost and snow. While He Yue was terrified, he couldn't help but sigh that Lang Li was really suitable for the theme of this shooting!

The makeup artist saw his discomfort, and she couldn't bear to be angry with this face that seemed to be sculpted by God himself, so she asked her assistant to take a glass of water and hand it to Lang Li, "Are you okay?"

Lang Li looked sick and didn't want to talk.

"Has anyone used the dressing room before?" He Yue glanced at the candy wrappers on the table.

The assistant immediately tidied up and said, "Miss Tan Rong used it half an hour ago."

Lang Li raised his eyelids and asked, "Who is Tan Rong?"

There was a foul smell in the air, but it didn't come from the few people present. It was most likely the Tan Rong that the assistant was talking about, or the people around her.

He Yue was surprised, "You don't even know Tan Rong? It's been popular recently, and when we came in, there was a huge poster of her on the door."

"I don't know." Lang Li said indifferently.

The make-up artist couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Lang just returned to China, right? It's normal to not know about internal entertainment."

He Yue didn't know much about Lang Li's origins. Although he made up the excuse, he believed it a little now. Could it be that Lang Li was really a returnee?

No wonder his Chinese writing is so ugly.

Lang Li remained silent, and the others took him for acquiescence.

After putting on makeup, several people present held their breaths. The person in the mirror looked unreal. He raised his half-closed eyelashes, revealing golden pupils, shining like the sun rising on the ice field. , dazzling.

"You will definitely be popular!" the makeup artist said firmly.

Lang Li was calm and breezy, like a king aloft.

"How is it?" Lin Xinyao asked anxiously while grabbing her elder brother's wrist.

Lin Shimiao shook his head, "There is nothing wrong with the inspection."

"Then why did you suddenly fall into a coma?" Lin Xinyao held back tears, her eyes flushed.

Lin Shimiao patted her on the back and comforted her, "Dad will be fine, don't worry."

"How can I not worry, he was fine a few days ago." Lin Xinyao's tears flowed down.

Lin Shimiao hugged the little girl distressedly, without any paper on his body, he wiped her tears with his sleeve, "Don't cry, Uncle Fan and the others will consult with Dad in a while."

Lin Xinyao nodded, she grabbed her eldest brother's clothes tightly, raised her head and carefully guessed: "Brother, do you think Dad may be bewitched?"

As his father's successor, Lin Shimiao has been very interested in medicine since he was a child. Although he is not as famous as his father now, he still has a certain status in the medical field. He is naturally a staunch atheist.

The little girl was probably quite frightened. Born in a family like theirs, she would actually believe in supernatural things. "Don't think nonsense, believe in science."

"En." Lin Xinyao nodded lightly, but there was a string in her heart trembling.

After Lin Shimiao left, she went to the balcony and called Li Jixue.

Even though it was deliberately concealed, the news of Lin Fusheng's sudden coma still spread like wildfire.

【Dean Lin is old and should have retired a long time ago. Something is wrong now. 】【My God, please don't worry about it. My aunt originally planned to wait to die, but she didn't expect to be transferred to Dean Lin's subordinates, and was saved by Dean Lin. A good person will live a safe life! 】【According to reliable sources, Dean Lin's time is running out, it's just a matter of two days. 】【No way!Don't be alarmist, it will definitely be cured! 】

[You have received retribution for taking too much black-hearted money, you have been refusing to retire to give way to young people, you deserve it! ] All the good and bad things are being said on the Internet, and the news of Lin Fusheng's unconsciousness directly rushed to the top of the trending searches.

"Senior Yue, I want to visit Dean Lin." Lin Jingyuan swiped into the trending search, a little worried that there might be earworms that haven't been cleaned up.

"I'll go with you. Dean Lin saved lives and healed the wounded. His meritorious deeds are immeasurable. If it is really an earworm, we must solve it quickly." Yue Zhao said.

When Di Ling came home, Lang Li was lying on the sofa playing games. It wasn't long after he took a shower, and the fragrance of the shower gel on his body hadn't dissipated.

"What do you do in the shower in broad daylight?"

Lang Li froze, pretending to be calm and said: "I accidentally got soy sauce on my body."

It was indeed something Lang Li could do, Di Ling bent over to change his shoes, missed Lang Li's stiff expression, so he didn't doubt him.

"Have the clothes been washed?" Di Ling asked, "It's not easy to wash the stains after a long time."

Lang Li nodded, "It's done."

He pointed to the balcony, where his crumpled pickle-like clothes and pants were hanging on the clothes rail.

He Yue sent him back after filming today, the scent of cosmetics mixed with the smell of hairspray and wax.

Even though Di Ling's sense of smell was not as sensitive as his, he could still detect it easily. Lang Li planned to surprise Di Ling by deliberately washing his clothes and pants after taking a shower.

Di Ling didn't know whether to praise him or scold him for a while, let out a breath, went into the kitchen to wash his hands, took off Di Ling's clothes, shook them out, and hung them up again.

"It will be like this from now on." Di Ling turned his head sideways, and Lang Li quietly walked behind him, ready to rest his chin on his shoulder, when the tip of their noses brushed against each other unexpectedly, their hot breath blended together.

Lang Li stared at him intently, his appearance was clearly reflected in his bright golden pupils, Di Ling's heart fluttered with the sound of falling leaves blown by the wind outside the window.

It seemed that as long as Lang Li bowed his head slightly, their lips would touch together, and the air suddenly became as thick as syrup. Di Ling's thick black eyelashes fluttered, his lips were dry, and his throat was itchy. He even hallucinated that Lang Li's two The thin lips were pressed down, otherwise how could he feel that he was being burned by the fire.

Lang Li moved suddenly and leaned forward. Out of instinctive timidity, Di Ling took a step back, turned his head, and his hot lips fell on his cheek as he imagined.

Di Lingsong's smoky eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment of jumping, a group of fireflies hid in his thin pupils, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and he pushed Lang Li's furry head away, "Have you learned it? "

Lang Li was short of breath, his heart was beating violently like a volcano that was about to erupt. He couldn't figure out what was surging in his chest, and he stared straight at Di Ling, as if a dark wave had grown from the depths of his soul. And the unspeakable desire-thoughts will swallow him up.

Di Ling met Lang Li's eyes, and within half a minute, he turned his head and walked into the room. The pure and hot emotion in Lang Li's eyes made him flustered, and he couldn't think about it. It collapsed.

Lang Li stood on the balcony, the cold wind blowing his cheeks, he raised his hand and touched his lips, as if there was a fire burning.

Di Ling didn't drive Lang Li to sleep next door at night, he just let Lang Li change back to his original shape, Lang Li didn't care, he could just stay in the master bedroom.

The weather was getting colder, and the giant wolf's thick hair was undoubtedly a good thing to keep warm. Di Ling relaxed his tense nerves in front of the giant wolf, pinched his ears, and smiled in his eyes.

The giant wolf arched him, wrapped him in its arms, wrapped its big furry tail around Di Ling's slender white legs, Di Ling hugged the giant wolf's head, and turned off the light to sleep.

A few days later, a piece of news was pushed to the top of the list.

[My god, has Dean Lin's situation deteriorated to the point where he needs to worship Buddha and burn incense? 】【Looking for monks and Taoist priests to heal the disease, absolutely. 】

【So Dean Lin is really bewitched? 】

[You know fart!Dean Lin was able to invite the abbot of Donghuijue Temple and the master of Shangling Temple to come out at the same time, which is enough to show that he has immeasurable merit! 】【Hehe, you are wrong, it only means that he made a lot of money. 】

After class, Di Ling saw the news feed, and only then did he know that something had happened to Lin Fusheng. Daoist Hongzhen and Master Shikong joined forces, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

To his surprise, the next day, Li Jixue took the initiative to find him and asked him to help treat Lin Fusheng.

"Did Priest Hongzhen and Master Shikong not solve it?" Di Ling asked.

Li Jixue smiled wryly and shook his head, "You two said that someone needs to tie the bell to untie the bell, but there is a sea of ​​people where to find someone."

"What is the person who wears the bell?" Di Ling didn't understand.

"I don't know, Xinyao didn't elaborate." Li Jixue offered to offer, "If you are willing to sell, the price..."

He said a number, and Di Ling's eyes lit up, "Yes."

Li Jixue laughed, "Then trouble Master Di to go."

Lin Fusheng was hospitalized in the Imperial Hospital. When Di Ling passed by, Lin Xinyao sat alone at the door. She looked up and saw him and Li Jixue. There was a glimmer of light in her dim eyes, "Di Ling, Jixue."

Di Ling cut to the chase, walked straight into the ward, and held his chin in thought, "It's not an earworm."

"Daozhang Lin and Daochang Yue from the Supervision Bureau have been here, and I heard them mention these three words." Lin Xinyao said.

It turns out that Lin Jingyuan has been here, no wonder Master Shikong and Daoist Hongzhen will come out.

Di Ling stretched out his hand to check Lin Fusheng's situation, and suddenly felt a familiar aura, his brows were slightly frowned, and he couldn't remember for a while, what was it?

"Dean Lin's soul is gone." Di Ling withdrew his hand.

Lin Xinyao opened her eyes wide, "Master Shi Kong also said the same."

"Then did they say how to retrieve the soul?" Di Ling asked.

"Master Hongzhen said that my father's soul was locked by a powerful force. To untie the bell, the person who tied it had to be tied. Unless the source is found, otherwise..." Lin Xinyao lowered her eyelashes and bit her lip.

The same is true of Di Ling's judgment.