The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Ding Baocheng corrected him: "Master, this disciple has reached the sixth level of Golden Core Stage, and has reached the passing line."

Qingxuzi glanced at the 2 halos on his head: "I won't talk to you about real damage, let's take the energy level as the criterion."

Ding Baocheng glanced at the reflection in the water, the energy level circle above his head was very dazzling: "Master, I think you have double standards..."

"You think it's fine, don't tell me." Qing Xuzi.

the next day.

Ding Baocheng is catching up on his sleep in the space of spiritual consciousness. Last night, he refined a soul-enchanting pill after a whole day of refining. After taking this pill, all lonely ghosts who have seized their homes will be locked in the shell can not go out.

In fact, this elixir has certain risks, because once the body has a second soul invaded from outside, it is like refining Gu.

Inside the shell containing two souls, the two souls compete with each other for the ownership of the shell in the space of spiritual consciousness. Whoever is stronger will be the owner of the shell if he wins the fight, otherwise the loser will be a bandit.

Ding Baocheng felt that his fate was very hard, and he would definitely not die, so he wanted to play with the original owner and see what the hell he was up to.

He was fighting with the original owner in his dream when he heard Lin Jin's knock on the door from outside: "Boss Ding, get up quickly, it's almost noon."

Ding Baocheng rubbed his eyes, washed his face after Linghu to sober up, and then he came out of the space, "Here we come."

He opened the door and saw Lin Jin and Kong Mingfan following him, his expression paused: "Why are you here?"

Kong Mingfan passed Lin Jin and walked forward, raised his hand to support the door frame and said in a warm voice with lowered eyes: "Ma'am, you can't eat or sleep without seeing me for a day, are you really so cruel?"

Ding Baocheng couldn't bear his aggrieved tone, and couldn't help but blame him: "You think you are me, so you can fast?"

Seeing his expression, Kong Mingfan walked into the room with ease: "I'm here today to learn how to fast from my wife."

Ding Baocheng glanced at Lin Jin, who shrugged and said in a low voice, "I can't do anything, I'm forced to."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hands and walked downstairs: "I still have to pick up customers, so you are busy first."

Ding Baocheng's hearing is too good. As soon as he moved his ears, he heard Wang Xiuming, who was leaning against the stairs with his sleeves in his arms, complaining in a low voice: "Picking up customers, picking up customers, I don't think about making progress all day long, and betray myself."

Naturally, Lin Jin couldn't hear anything, so he greeted the guests who entered the door and started to praise them.

Kong Mingfan raised his eyebrows: "What is Bao'er looking at?"

Ding Baocheng was listening to Wang Xiuming scolding Lin Jin for stealing music in a low voice, when he was startled by the sudden approacher, he hurriedly closed the door and said, "I didn't see anything, you just said you want bigu?"

Kong Mingfan glanced at him, "Yes."

Ding Baocheng said: "I'm sorry, I've started to eat, and the valley is gone."

Kong Mingfan raised his expression slightly: "Oh? What does Bao'er like to eat, I'll make it for you."

The corner of Ding Baocheng's mouth twitched: "What do you like to eat?"

Kong Mingfan heard the words and whispered close to his ear: "I like to eat you the most."

Ding Baocheng's ears were itchy, and his heart was also itchy. He pushed his chest away: "Stop talking nonsense here, I... I'm not for food."

Kong Mingfan stroked his hair, and said with a three-pointed smile: "Except for you, I am really easy to feed, and I only like to eat carrots. Ma'am, remember, it must be stir-fried, not meaty or greasy. Madam knows so much , must be excellent at cooking, so you want to cook for me?"

"I'm sorry, I know everything except cooking." Ding Baocheng smiled and said, "Besides, I'm just the opposite. I like meaty and greasy meals the most, and I hate carrots, onions and garlic the most. I am afraid that if we are together, we will suffer and be wronged."

Kong Mingfan's cold eyes lit up: "What did Madam call me just now?"

"Husband... Lord Husband?" Ding Baocheng didn't expect him to miss the point so much, and blushed: "I'm just making fun of you, silly boy, are you serious?"

Kong Mingfan seemed to be a little fluttering when he called her husband, and looked at Ding Baocheng with full expectation: "Bao'er, can you call me husband again?"

Ding Baocheng turned his face: "You can dream."

Kong Mingfan's face paused slightly, with disappointment in his eyes: "Is Bao'er still unwilling to go back with me today? Then I will bring Bao'er some food cooked for my husband tomorrow."

Ding Baocheng frowned: "Is your cooking delicious?"

Kong Mingfan smiled: "The cooking skills should be pretty good."

Ding Baocheng swallowed: "Then...remember to put more chili."

On the second day, Kong Mingfan really brought a large wooden box of meals to Ding Baocheng. When he opened the box, he was greeted with a burst of spicy smell that made Ding Baocheng's taste buds excited.

Kong Mingfan picked up some food for him: "How about a taste?"

Ding Baocheng ate a mouthful of fried pepper fat lamb, and he felt that the taste was just right, fat and thin, but not greasy, with some mutton's unique smell like milk.

He ate half a plate in a row before waving his chopsticks to eat the hot and sour fish and fried kidney next to him. The taste was also very good. I have to say that Kong Mingfan's culinary skills really caught Ding Baocheng's stomach.

Ding Baocheng silently began to consider whether he should suffer the pain of love for this delicious food?

Xiao Fuzi came in from the door and said, "Master, the old chicken soup has been heated up in the back kitchen, you and your wife should drink it while it's hot."

Kong Mingfan took the crockpot with the chicken soup and opened it to give Ding Baocheng a spoonful: "Bao'er, drink some soup."

Ding Baocheng frowned and said, "I don't like clear soup."

Kong Mingfan smiled helplessly: "It's all spicy and bad for your health."

Ding Baocheng: "I like spicy food, and I don't drink soup without spicy taste."

"Ma'am, master..." Xiao Fuzi was about to speak when Kong Mingfan gave him a glaring look, he stopped talking and planned to back down.

"Wait," Ding Baocheng put down the bowl and chopsticks and wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel: "Little Fuzi, what did you want to say just now?"

"He..." Kong Mingfan glanced at Xiao Fuzi.

Just as he was about to speak, Ding Baocheng interrupted him: "I asked him, but not you."

"..." The corners of Kong Mingfan's mouth twitched, but he decided to pretend to be obedient and listen to his domineering husband.

Xiao Fuzi glanced at Kong Mingfan, stalked his neck and closed his eyes, and said, "Madam, master, he has been practicing cooking hard since he returned yesterday, cooking the same dish three or four times, and he didn't stop until he was completely satisfied with the taste. Fang Mian woke up at dawn and prepared to cook chicken soup, re-fried dishes, and rushed to bring them to you. Up to now, there is no grain of rice..."

Ding Baocheng took a look at the bloodshot eyes in Kong Mingfan's eyes, if Xiao Fuzi hadn't said that he hadn't noticed it.

Although Kong Mingfan pretended to be calm, his eyes were full of exhaustion. Ding Baocheng looked at the table and suddenly couldn't eat any more: "Do you really want to live without eating?"

Kong Mingfan: "It doesn't matter to me, can Bao'er enjoy eating?"

Ding Baocheng gritted his teeth and served him a bowl of chicken soup: "Happy, drink the soup."

Kong Mingfan leaned close to Ding Baocheng, and the ice in his eyes as deep as a deep valley turned into gentle spring water, and he said with an air of gossamer: "I have no strength, I want Baoer to feed me."

Even though Ding Baocheng knew that he was probably faking it, he couldn't bear the fact that Kong Mingfan was so soft in his heart, so he sighed and picked up the spoon: "Drink it all for the poor!"

Kong Mingfan smiled lightly and stroked Ding Baocheng's finger to drink the soup.

Ding Baocheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the serious iceberg face of Kong Mingfan who was taking the opportunity to eat tofu: "Be more honest, can you not touch it?"

Kong Mingfan paused when he heard that, took the chicken soup in his hand and put it on the table, bowed his head and kissed him on the lips.

Ding Baocheng glanced at Xiao Fuzi who ran out with his eyes covered, restrained his anger and said, "Kong Mingfan, what are you doing?"

Kong Mingfan: "Bao'er only said that she couldn't touch hands, and she didn't say that she couldn't kiss you."

Ding Baocheng opened his mouth and said, "Then I haven't said that you can't fuck me, do you want to..."

Kong Mingfan got up and hugged him murmuringly, his eyes darkened: "Well, I want to fuck you."

"You!" Ding Baocheng was put on the bed by him, and when he was about to get up, he was pressed under him, and what he wanted to say was blocked between his teeth.

...

Lin Jin and Ding Bao were sitting in pairs and playing chess: "Boss Ding, seeing how happy you are today, isn't a good thing coming soon?"

Ding Baocheng made a mistake with his finger, and he hurriedly wanted to get it back, but Lin Jin's finger holding a white piece was pressed on the back of his hand: "No regrets, it's my turn."

Ding Baocheng was secretly annoyed at the mistake: "Your chess skills are so superb, and you still distract me with your tricks?"

Lin Jin smiled at him: "The more weights in your hand, the better, isn't it?"

Ding Baocheng snorted, a game of chess was scattered and defeated, and he lost miserably.

In the second game of chess, Ding Baocheng devoted himself wholeheartedly, no matter what Lin Jin said, he ignored it.

Seeing that the draw was imminent, it was Lin Jin's turn to make a move. He also turned cold and cautious, holding a chess piece in two positions, hesitating to make a move.

Ding Baocheng said leisurely: "Little Ah Jin, I have good hearing. Today I heard Daoist Wang say that he likes you..."

Lin Jin's face froze, and his hands shook: "What are you talking about...Damn it! I landed in the wrong place, it doesn't count..."

Ding Baocheng laughed out loud, opened his hand and blocked his chess path with chess pieces: "You said, no regrets! Don't move anymore."

A misstep became the source of eternal hatred. For the first time, Lin Jin was defeated by his defeated opponent Ding Baocheng. After that, his mentality collapsed and he was defeated like a mountain. He lost all three games in a row.

He threw the chess piece angrily: "You are fooling around, stop playing!"

Ding Baocheng stopped him: "Hey, you're not good at chess. It's not what a man does if you lose two games and stop playing..."

Lin Jin was not ashamed, and said righteously: "I am not a man in the first place, I am a brother!"

Ding Baocheng: "..."

...

In the next few days, Kong Mingfan always ran here, although Qingshan Town where Kong Mingfan was located was on the border with Qingyun Town where Zuiyanlou was located.But because the Fanluo Continent is too big, it takes an hour to travel between the borders of the two small towns.

Kong Mingfan was already in poor health, and his face became haggard when he ran here every day. Ding Baocheng felt a little distressed when he saw his red eyes, so he agreed to go back with him.

It rained heavily on the road.

Passing by an ancient temple deep in the mountains, the coachman said: "You two masters, it's raining too much, let's take shelter in this temple before leaving?"

Kong Mingfan looked at the dark sky, only to see that the fog was gradually rising: "If you wait any longer, it will be dark, so it's better to hurry..."

The coachman said impatiently: "If you want to go, go on your own. I have rheumatism and my legs hurt. I won't go!"

Kong Mingfan's face was slightly cold, Ding Baocheng took his arm and said, "It's good to avoid the rain."

A group of four entered the hall with a broken statue inside, and the carriage was parked outside.

Ding Baocheng pinched his fingers and calculated, squinted his eyes and glanced at the coachman sitting beside him who looked at them from time to time, and wrote four words in Kong Mingfan's palm: [Ghost Possession]

The author's gossip: Wugeng baby dragon, the merits and virtues are complete and smooth, and the achievements are achieved every day, so tired, good night and sweet dreams_(:з"∠)_