The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

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In the dream, Kong Mingfan had gloomy eyes, was dressed in a complicated and heavy ancient robe of black gold, and behaved aggressively and arrogantly.

Ding Baocheng was shocked by his aura, and could only vaguely see that the silver hair crown on Kong Ming's head complemented the chill in his eyes.

A sentence suddenly appeared in my mind: Arthur after blackening is the most popular color this year...

The coercion in Kong Mingfan's eyes made people breathless, and Ding Baocheng felt a sharp pain in his heart when he looked at him, and he didn't dare to resist at all.

He is not like Kong Mingfan, but Ding Baocheng knows that he is Kong Mingfan.

Although Qingxuzi also has the same face as Kong Mingfan, he can tell at a glance that he is not.

Probably this is a kind of coldness carved into the bone marrow, which is different from others.

Kong Mingfan walked towards Ding Baocheng step by step.

Ding Baocheng was terrified by his eyes that gradually turned into fanaticism. He wanted to escape but couldn't move. He could only let Kong Mingfan tear off his clothes with his hands, doing unstoppable things on him like a demon who had undone the restraint. described.

Ding Baocheng panted heavily in a daze, but he heard the low-pitched question in his ear filled with satisfaction, he said, "Does it make you feel good to fuck your husband?"

Then Ding Baocheng was startled awake by those sensational and bewitching words.

...

"Damn." Ding Baocheng returned to his senses, gritted his teeth and shook his head, trying to break free from the lingering absurd dream:

——This is impossible, the Mengxian Cup must have been rusted after being unused for a long time, fake...all fake, why would Pindao desire such a thing?Immeasurable Celestial Venerable, what Pindao desires most is obviously success in cultivation!And... why is it also a poor way attack... Bah, that's not the point... Poor, poor way is going crazy!

"Are you going back now?" Qingxuzi chased after him floatingly: "I must miss your little husband. Disciple, you can't do this, and you are easy to be eaten to death by him. Look, the face of a teacher is not good enough." Being pinched into him by you, it shows that he is very important in your heart..."

"Master," Qingxuzi said which pot was not opened and which pot was lifted, which disturbed Ding Baocheng. He paused and turned around and said seriously: "I have a sense of propriety, and I will stop the loss in time."

"Oh, well... I'm just tired of being a teacher, you can figure it out." Qing Xuzi snapped his tongue, let out a haha, and quickly turned into a wisp of green smoke and flew back into Ding Baocheng's hairpin to hide it.

Ding Baocheng strolled back to the water pavilion full of thoughts. As soon as Fang entered the door, he saw a person under the huge peach blossom tree leaning against the tree and sleeping peacefully.

A sleeve of flowers fell on the sleeve of Kong Ming's banner, but there was an unresolved melancholy cloud between his brows, his slightly frowned brow moved slightly, as if he had dreamed of something unhappy.

Kong Mingfan was really handsome, he seemed to be interested in Ding Baocheng, he liked it no matter how he looked at it, and even the cold temperament like ice and snow on his body made him so excited.

A piece of flying flowers fell on Kong Mingfan's forehead, interrupting Ding Baocheng's contemplation. He walked to the side of Kong Mingfan and squatted down to quietly look at his face, which was three points clearer than Bai Yu.

Ding Baocheng couldn't help raising his hand, wanting to touch his sharp nose bridge and smooth the wrinkles between his brows, but never thought that Kong Mingfan's eyelashes were fluttering like he was about to wake up, so he quickly withdrew his hand with his index finger in surprise. He touched his nose and said, "You're awake."

Kong Mingfan raised his eyebrows and grabbed his wrist, pressed him against the back of the tree and asked coldly, "Where have you been?"

Ding Baocheng heard his nasal voice heavily: "Are you caught a cold?"

Kong Mingfan stared at him fiercely, pulled him into his arms as if discouraged, and his voice was trembling: "I asked where you went, do you know how long I have been looking for you, this forest is so big, where is it?" I can't find you, do you know that I... my father and mother left without saying a word, please don't leave me? At least... tell me before you leave..."

Ding Baocheng trembled slightly when he heard his nasal voice, hesitantly said: "I...don't go, I will stay with you from now on."

Kong Mingfan buried his face in his neck, and wrapped his arms around his waist: "Really?"

"En." Ding Baocheng stroked his soft hair, and looked far into the depths of the flower forest.

He suddenly remembered a black stray dog ​​he had raised many years ago. It was a big dog with blue eyes and black fluff, and he always liked to lie on his lap and let his head be touched.

Ding Baocheng named it Dahei.

Later, that dog stayed with Ding Baocheng for 20 years. Even if Ding Baocheng gave it various pills to prolong its life, it only extended ten years or even less.

After all, he is just a different mortal, he is not a god, he does not have the elixir of immortality, and he can't let anyone who stays together can grow old together.

He remembered that it was snowing heavily when Dahei died, and it nestled in Ding Baocheng's Xuanpao knees in a black ball, becoming a speck of ink in the world of Dabai.

But those blue eyes are more serene than ice and snow.

Later, Ding Baocheng never kept pets again, and he no longer considered finding a Taoist companion.

Because he was the only immortal monk in the original world, no matter who he was with, he would not last long.

Ding Baocheng felt that he would not be able to do it if he would part ways in a hundred years at the most, watching his partner grow from white hair to white hair, from young to old, but he would always stay at the best age.

He looks down on the life and death of others, but he can't look down on the fleeting moment in front of his eyes of the one he loves.So just don't have someone you love...

But... the warm woody fragrance in Ding Baocheng's arms made him deny his previous thoughts. Maybe it is worthwhile to step into the world of mortals alone, let alone this person is Kong Mingfan...

It's robbery...it's also fate.