After wearing it back, I became the demon king

"Xiao Jun is my eldest brother's youngest son. He is eight years old this year. He is very sensible and will not deliberately hide it to cause people to worry." Lin Xinyao's face was pale and his eyes were full of worry.

"Is there anything that smells like Xiaojun?" Di Ling asked.

"Yes, yes." Aunt Mao brought a light blue hat, "Young Master Jun was wearing this hat before he disappeared."

Di Ling took it and handed it to Lang Li, "Smell."

Lang Li wrinkled his nose, remembering that he could hug Di Ling in human form to sleep at night, he lowered his head condescendingly, and there was a faint scent of milk.

A trace of curiosity flashed in Li Jixue's eyes, Lang Li's sense of smell was keen, could he be a dog demon?

He and Di Ling tacitly did not mention the matter of his bewitching at the beginning. In fact, Li Jixue wanted to ask a little bit, and felt that Di Ling and his profession should be taboo, so he was always cautious.

Lang Li walked in front, Li Jixue lowered his voice, and moved to Di Ling's side, "Is Lang Li a dog demon?"

Di Ling raised his eyebrows, pressed his right hand into a fist against his lips, and suppressed a smile.

Li Jixue was confused, but Lang Li turned his head and told him with a gloomy expression: "I am not a dog, I am a noble wolf."

"Ahem... sorry." Li Jixue's cheeks were hot, his voice was low enough, Lang Li could still hear it, he was indeed a wolf.

"On the second floor?" Seeing the direction Lang Li was walking in, Lin Xinyao became more and more confused.

"Here." Lang Li stopped in front of a door.

"Are you sure?" Lin Xinyao's eyes were complicated.

Lang Li raised his head with haughty eyes, as if saying: Nonsense.

"I believe in your ability, but..." Lin Xinyao pointed to the door and said, "My father's room."

Lang Li lowered his eyebrows, "Open it."

Aunt Mao immediately turned around and went downstairs to get the key. Lang Li reached out and turned the doorknob. The door opened, "It's not locked."

Lin Xinyao covered her mouth and believed even more in what Lang Li said, an ominous premonition filled her chest.

The heavy curtains in the room were closed, not a ray of light could penetrate. Lin Xinyao turned on the light, and Di Ling had already walked in front of the black cloth.

It was so dark just now, yet Di Ling was able to find the direction accurately.

Lin Xinyao was secretly surprised.

Lang Li walked over, covering Di Ling with his tall body, and bent down to tear off the black cloth. Di Ling grabbed his wrist, a step behind, and painted a picture full of spring and blooming flowers. The boy shepherding the sheep on the hillside was replaced by a beautiful A young girl, she had a bright smile on her face, but she could taste the sadness in her eyes when she looked closely.

"Xiaojun?" Di Ling raised his finger and pointed to the further hillside, Lin Xinyao lowered his head and approached, suddenly opened his eyes wide, still in shock.

"Little Jun!"

Jun is in the painting?She couldn't believe it.

"More than that." Di Ling stroked the painting, "Dean Lin's soul is locked in this painting."

"What?!" Lin Xinyao almost fell down, but fortunately Li Jixue helped her up in time.

Li Jixue's expression was equally ugly, "How could Xiaohan's painting appear in Uncle Lin's room?"

Aunt Mao came late, and upon hearing Li Jixue's question, she explained: "Master received the present on his birthday. He liked it very much when he saw it, and said he felt warm."

Several people suddenly realized that the person who bought Chu Han's painting was actually giving it to Lin Fusheng as a birthday present.

Li Jixue's eyes were gloomy, "It's my fault that I didn't realize there was a problem with the painting, so I sold it."

Di Ling: "When you got the painting, did it look like this?"

"Yes, there are subtle changes." Li Jixue looked at the painting carefully, but couldn't tell what was different.

Suddenly a sense of dizziness struck, Li Jixue's eyes straightened, and the girl in the painting seemed to be smiling.

she is so beautiful.

Pain came from his wrist, and Li Jixue suddenly came back to his senses. The huge force pulled him backwards, and he was caught off guard by half of his body hitting the cold wall.

Di Ling reached into the painting with one hand, the girl was terrified, and disappeared with a swipe, along with Xiaojun on the hillside.

"You run really fast." Di Ling withdrew his hand, and his sleeves were corroded clean as if they had been touched by sulfuric acid.

Lang Li frowned, lowered his head and kissed his reddened wrist in distress, Di Ling, who had never felt pain, suddenly felt pain, which was strange.

"I'll call the doctor." Aunt Mao panicked.

"Don't bother." Di Ling's voice trailed off a little, his bloodshot wrist had already healed, it was as white as jade, flawless.

The way Aunt Mao looked at Di Ling suddenly changed, she is an expert.

"How is it?" Lin Xinyao was fidgeting.

Di Ling took a sip from his teacup, "It's a bit troublesome."

There was his blood in the painting, and the girl took advantage of this to form her own small world in the painting. The small world operated with her consciousness, and she repelled the outside world from intruding, so they naturally couldn't enter.

"Burn it?" Lang Li asked.

Di Ling disagreed, "If the painting is destroyed, Xiao Jun and Dean Lin will not be able to come back."

"No!" Lin Xinyao exclaimed.

"Di Ling won't put Xiaojun and Uncle Lin in danger, don't be too nervous." Li Jixue comforted his girlfriend and held her hand.

Lin Xinyao rubbed between her brows, "Sorry, I've been too nervous lately."

Di Ling expressed his understanding, and Aunt Mao brought some snacks and asked Di Ling to eat them enthusiastically.

"Has there been any changes in the house recently?" Di Ling asked.

Aunt Mao thought about it, "Xiao Min said that she heard voices in the corridor in the middle of the night and asked me if there were mice."

Xiao Min is Aunt Mao’s colleague. It rained two nights ago. She got up to check whether the doors and windows were closed tightly. She heard noises coming from the corridor. At first, she thought that someone had got up to check the doors and windows like her, but after walking around, she didn’t see anyone. , thought it was a mouse.

"Have you adjusted the monitoring?" Di Ling asked.

"That's not true. The master and the young master are not at home, and it is not convenient for us to adjust the surveillance without authorization." Aunt Mao said.

Lin Xinyao understood and took Di Ling to adjust the monitoring.

In the screen, Xiao Min appeared first, and there was a noise 5 minutes later, but no one was seen.

"It's scary." Lin Xinyao leaned close to Li Jixue, and Li Jixue hugged her with horror.

The door of the study room opened and closed immediately, as if it was blown open by the wind, more like someone had entered.

"I, I, I... There shouldn't be ghosts in my house?!" Lin Xinyao's hands and feet were cold.

Di Ling checked the surveillance video back and forth, crossed his hands and put his chin on it, "I suspect that the girl in the painting entered the study."

"Ah?" Lin Xinyao came back to her senses, feeling even more terrifying, "She, she... can she come out?!"

He would still wander around her house in the middle of the night, so when he was sleeping, would it be possible for her to stand by the bed and look at him?

All the ghost movies she had seen before surfaced, Lin Xinyao's eyes turned black, and she scared herself enough.

Lin's family is upright, and it is a family of doctors with immeasurable merits, so it is cleaner than ordinary people's homes. If there is a supernatural event, there is a high probability that it is the girl in the painting.

After listening to Di Ling's explanation, Lin Xinyao patted her chest, "Why don't you stay here for tonight?"

Di Ling also had this plan, observing the actual situation in the middle of the night, "Yeah."

"I asked someone to prepare the guest room." Lin Xinyao suddenly felt a great sense of security, Di Ling lived in her house, and the monsters would not invade.

Li Jixue was worried about Lin Xinyao, so he decided to stay overnight.

The chefs of the Lin family were skilled in cooking. After a hearty meal, Di Ling and Lang Li were in a good mood, and they were more energetic at night to work.

After taking a bath, Di Ling pondered for a long while before sending a message to Chu Han.

Half a minute later, Di Ling did receive a call from him, "Hello."

"That painting of mine is really at my sister-in-law's house?!" Chu Han broke his voice directly.

Covering his stinging ears, Di Ling regretfully told him, "Yeah."

After getting the exact answer, Chu Han fell into silence. After a while, he said sullenly: "Uncle Lin is unconscious, it must be my fault."

Di Ling didn't tell him that this matter was related to Lin Fusheng, and the news of Lin Fusheng's unconsciousness caused an uproar in the outside world, and it was hard for Chu Han not to connect the two.

"You think too much." Di Ling said calmly.

"Don't lie to me." Chu Han said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

"Chu Han, it's my blood that caused the current situation, not your painting." Di Ling said in a deep voice.

Chu Han hurriedly said: "My fault, my fault, don't blame me!"

"I'm different from you." Di Ling was confident, indifferent and calm: "I don't feel guilty."

Chu Han: "..."

He was really worried that Di Ling's mentality would jump, and Di Ling's mentality would not collapse when the sky collapsed!

"Thank you for calling me specifically." Chu Han knew that Di Ling was indifferent, and for this reason, it was enough to show that Di Ling regarded him as a friend.

His heart was hot, and he felt a great sense of accomplishment, proud and joyful.

After finishing the call, Di Ling lowered his eyes and was distracted.

"A friend?"

"What?" Lang Li's voice sounded from behind.

Di Ling turned his head and almost bumped into Lang Li's nose. He suddenly fell back, Lang Li's black hair dripped with water, and the water droplets slid over his smooth muscle lines and disappeared in the bath towel.

"Water." Di Ling frowned.

Lang Li skillfully lit the fire and dried himself, "It's really troublesome to take a bath."

He reached out and rubbed a strand of hair hanging from Di Ling's forehead, "It's wet."

Di Ling wiped it half dry before blowing it in time, "Yeah."

He opened the drawer and took out the hair dryer, Lang Li's eyes sparkled suddenly, "I'll do it."

"Don't you hate using a blower?" Di Ling remembered that Lang Li ran away when he saw a blower when he was a cub. His hearing was sharp, and the noise of the blower was too loud for him.

"That's right." Lang Li plugged in the battery and said naturally, "I'll play it for you, I like it."

Di Ling pursed his lips, Lang Li's fingers were slender, with well-defined joints, he could easily cut off an adult's neck, but the movement of landing on top of his head was gentle and delicate.

"It's a bit faded." Lang Li twisted his purple hair.

"There is one bottle of hair dye left from last time. I'll dye it for you when I get home tomorrow."

Lang Li's tone of voice was relaxed and cheerful, lingering in his ears, as if the sun was shining into his heart, giving him warmth.

Di Ling raised the corners of his lips, "Okay."

The cold wind outside the window could not blow away the warmth and tranquility in the corner of the house.

It was getting late, the huge house was silent, the drizzle drenched the grass, and the sound of the rain was infinitely amplified, bringing a sense of loneliness to the night.

Lin Fusheng's bedroom door opened silently, and the empty corridor echoed with footsteps.

The study door seemed to be blown open by the wind, and then closed strangely.

"Lang Li."

Accompanied by Di Ling's voice, electric lights flickered in the darkness, weaving a cage to trap the uninvited guest inside.

The girl in the cage tried to break free, and the moment her palm touched the cage, lightning flashed, charred black and smoke came out.

"Ah!" The girl was terrified and backed away again and again, "Let me out!"

Lang Li bent down, and Di Ling patted his head knowingly, "That's great."

Lang Li smiled brightly, and with a tug of his palm, the cage and the girl moved to Di Ling.

"Are you a spirit body?" Di Ling was surprised.

No wonder she was able to hide in Lin's house, but if she had no malice, how could Xiao Jun and Lin Fusheng be locked into the painting?

And how does an ordinary spirit body borrow the power of his blood?

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-03-1221:00:01~2021-03-1321:00:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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