I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

Photography is an art, light, focal length, composition, every element directly determines the effect of the final film.

Photography in the interstellar era has become a purely technological contest.People pursue the clarity of 100% reproduction, pursue holographic photos, and even want the people in the photos to move.

But in the era in which the novel is set, digital cameras and holograms are still scientists' fantasies.

At this time, the film has no error tolerance rate. When you press the shutter, everything freezes.

Only when the photo is developed in the darkroom, the photographer who has been waiting for a long time will know that it is a masterpiece or a waste film.

Data will be lost, and printing ink will fade. Only in this era, can every photo printed with full of expectation have immortal beauty and long-lasting romance.

Wen Ling put down the camera and waved to Jiang Xing.Looking at the perfect young man walking towards him, Wen Ling thought, perhaps it is not enough to remember Jiang Xing with his own eyes and brain, only the "photos" created by humans are eligible to preserve this treasure.

Jiang Xing asked excitedly: "How is it?"

Wen Ling: "You'll know after washing it."

"It must be great," Jiang Xing said with a smile, bending his eyes, "because it was taken by the senior."

As a great being who lives in isolation, it is difficult for Wen Ling to understand Jiang Xing's unreserved trust in him, but this does not prevent his human incarnation from feeling slightly joyful about it.

It's a pity that he didn't discover the shining heart of the little human being in college, otherwise he would have dragged the other person into the deep sea and become his thing.

The sky was getting darker, the sky was clear and cloudless, and the sea of ​​stars almost overwhelmed people.

There was a fire burning in front of the tent, and the canned food brought by Jiang Xing was boiling in the stove, bubbling and bubbling.The tents in the campsite are all lit with lights, shining through various fabrics, shining on the ground and the starry sky.The shadow of the Gobi in the distance is silent and majestic.

Wen Ling sat a little far away from the fire, with one hand on his knees, and the other holding a glass of yellow peach ice wine that Jiang Xing made for him.

The firelight danced in his blue eyes, reflecting another figure.

Jiang Xing stirred the can, turned his head and smiled at Wen Ling: "It will be ready soon."

"Yeah." Wen Ling said casually, moving her fingers slightly, lowering the temperature in the cup even lower.With Jiang Xing by his side, he doesn't hate the flames so much.

Jiang Xing saw that he was sitting far away, with most of his body hidden in the darkness, so he immediately moved his own cushion over and sat down shoulder to shoulder with Wen Ling.

Wen Ling didn't take the initiative to talk, and Jiang Xing also enjoyed the quiet atmosphere of getting along very much. With his chin resting on his knees, he stared at Wen Ling intently, with a smile on his lips.

Wen Ling glanced at him lightly, "You have always been very happy."

"...Well." Jiang Xing realized that his gaze was too straightforward, and immediately retracted his gaze and stared at his toes awkwardly, "Because this is the first time I have come out to play with my senior."

"Not playing."

Jiang Xing suddenly felt a little frustrated, and his shoulders slumped a little, "Yes."

Wen Ling frowned slightly, although he didn't think he was wrong, but since Jiang Xing was offended, he changed his words: "Let's settle the business."

Jiang Xing's unhappiness was immediately forgotten, and he leaned over a little, expecting: "Where are you going to play?"

Wen Ling: "Beach."

"Ah?" Jiang Xing was taken aback, and asked in surprise, "Is the senior leaving?"

"I'm here for the box." Wen Ling frowned, and his words suddenly became stagnant. He suppressed the unclear emotions in his heart, and said bluntly, "You decide."

"Ok."

Seeing that Wen Ling didn't push him away, Jiang Xing boldly leaned over, put his cheek against the other's arm, and whispered, "I never thought I could see the senior again. So, I'm really happy."

His eyelids were lowered, and the shadows cast by his eyelashes swayed gently under his eyes with the firelight, giving him the illusion that he was about to cry.

Jiang Xing was born with an extremely eye-catching beauty, and his eyebrows and eyes were naturally full of affection. No matter how pure and innocent his face was when he looked at people, he always had a sense of depravity and evil.

Wen Ling was wandering in his thoughts. If another person from the orthodox church came to see Jiang Xing, he might denounce him as a monster and take him back to the Holy See for purification.Or... take the initiative to get out of the embrace of God, and perish together with this evil spirit.

"The cans are ready."

Jiang Xing supported Wen Ling's knees to get up, wrapped the can in a thick towel and poured it into a bowl, his perfect hand like a work of art loomed in the heat.

The guides who were beaten before went to heal their injuries in twos and threes.In their view, fighting is a matter between the two parties in the conflict, and whoever loses will admit it.Whoever calls a policeman is a coward who is despised by everyone.

But at this moment, a little girl suddenly jumped out of the guide's car, holding a black package in her arms, and wandered back and forth not far from the two of them.

Wen Ling spotted her first and raised her chin to Jiang Xing.

"Ok?"

Jiang Xing looked over and happened to meet the little girl's eyes. Seeing her standing there hesitating to speak, he beckoned her to come over.

She trotted to the two of them, first glanced at Wen Ling in fear, then took two steps towards Jiang Xing, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, "I'm sorry, my brother has caused you trouble."

After all, the other party provoked Wen Ling, Jiang Xing didn't say a word of forgiveness without authorization, and smiled: "He was also beaten."

The girl put down the package in her arms, "This is an apology."

"What is it?"

The girl touched the black cloth with some reluctance, turned around and ran away without saying a word.The young guide glared at Wen Ling from the driver's seat.

Jiang Xing hesitated, "What should I do?"

Wen Ling didn't have any worries like him, so he opened it casually.

Seeing the things below, Jiang Xing opened his eyes wide in surprise, "It's so beautiful."

Wen Ling also raised his eyebrows slightly, and threw the black cloth aside.

It was a small cactus, but there was a budding flower on it, pale pink and yellow.

The little girl waved at them and urged the guide to drive away.

Jiang Xing stroked the flower pot, "She must have been growing it for a long time."

He put his finger on the bud tip of the cactus, and gently tickled the flower that was about to bloom.

"It's over." Jiang Xing suddenly sighed, leaning on Wen Ling's knees, half coquettish and half complaining: "I don't have to sleep tonight."

Wen Ling paused, and ran her fingers through Jiang Xing's hair, which was slightly messed up by the wind, "What?"

"I want to see it open." Jiang Xing relaxed his body, feeling the vaguely cold touch on his scalp, "It's so rare."

"Up to you." Wen Ling's tone was still flat.

Jiang Xing has already been included in his own territory, as long as the other party does not want to convert to another god and escape from him, there is nothing to stop such a harmless little request.

"What about the senior?"

Hearing the expectation in Jiang Xing's words, Wen Ling rubbed the tip of his ear: "Accompany you."

For the god of the sea, everything on land is meaningless, let alone a fragile flower.But Wen Ling knew that flowers had an extraordinary meaning to human beings.

They use flowers to welcome life and convey affection, and they will also use flowers to bid farewell to their souls after death.

Since Jiang Xing likes it, this always arrogant god is willing to stop for a while and devote his energy to accompany Jiang Xing to wait for the flowers to bloom.

Jiang Xing put the flowerpot in front of the two of them, "Do you like flowers, senior?"

"It is nothing special."

Jiang Xing's voice seemed to come from the cloud: "I like it very much."

"Someone promised to bring me the most beautiful rose in the garden every day."

Wen Ling narrowed her eyes dangerously, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Who?"

"The senior doesn't know me, and you don't even know if I tell you." Jiang Xing shrugged.

Wen Ling was rarely reluctant: "Why did he send you roses?"

"Senior, don't you really understand?" Jiang Xing burst out laughing, "Rose is naturally used to express...love."

He looked sideways at Wen Ling with a smile in his eyes.

However, this indifferent look made Wen Ling inexplicably anxious, "Why didn't you send it?"

"Because I ran away." Jiang Xing blinked slyly, "I don't know if he will come after me."

Wen Ling didn't speak anymore, her eyes darkened.

The person Jiang Xing said would not have a chance.

When it was almost midnight, Jiang Xing couldn't hold it anymore, but he didn't want to miss the moment when the flowers bloomed, so he begged Wen Ling pitifully: "Senior, wake me up later."

"Ah."

"Call me when you start!"

Wen Ling answered tirelessly: "I know."

Jiang Xing dawdled to get up to go to the tent, but Wen Ling called him down.

"It's too late." Wen Ling lifted the floor mat, raised her arms to Jiang Xing with calm eyes, and motioned him to sleep beside her.

The flowers bloom so slowly, how could they not come in a hurry.

Jiang Xing didn't expose Wen Ling's reasons for being full of loopholes, and fell asleep next to him.

The night is getting darker.In Wen Ling's eyes, which slowed down and magnified countless times, the pink-yellow flower buds began to loosen slowly, and the double petals were pulled out little by little.

Jiang Xing was sleeping soundly curled up beside him, holding the hem of his clothes in his hands, and his warm breath fell on his lap.

Wen Ling scratched Jiang Xing's earlobe.

"Don't bother me... I'm so sleepy." Jiang Xing pulled a blanket over his ears, completely forgetting his instructions.

Wen Ling didn't continue to call him, but brought the flower pot to her side, holding the body of the pot.

Like the time pause button pressed by magic, the cactus flower stopped blooming and stopped at this moment.

The lights of the surrounding tents went out one by one, and the darkness gradually shrouded, leaving only their bonfire still burning.

When Jiang Xing woke up, it was two or three o'clock in the night. After realizing his situation, he buried his head in the blanket, "Why didn't the senior call me?"

In fact, he had the impression that Wen Ling did call him because he couldn't lose his temper, but this didn't prevent Jiang Xing from continuing to blame his seniors, acting like a baby because of Wen Ling's good personality.

Wen Ling didn't make any excuses and remained motionless for several hours, her body still showing no stiffness.

"stand up."

Jiang Xing reluctantly stood up, "The flowers must have bloomed..."

His voice gradually disappeared, and he grabbed Wen Ling tightly in surprise.

Wen Ling held the flowerpot in his hand, and the cactus flower seemed to have been pressed the fast-forward button, and it began to bloom at a speed visible to the naked eye, squeezing the long wait to just 1 minute.

Wen Ling is still strong and indifferent with everything under control: "I won't miss it."

"I won't let you miss it."

【I'll scream for some love】

【I moved to the marriage registration office, can you two get married】

[Laughing to death, can you really not guess the identity of the star cub in this world?]

Jiang Xing looked moved, and his lips parted slightly to say something. At this moment, Wen Ling got up suddenly, drew his gun and looked into the darkness vigilantly.

At some point, an invisible shadow covered the starlight in the sky, and the other travelers around disappeared. The bonfire could only illuminate a range of one or two meters around.

They were surrounded.

"Take it." Wen Ling handed the flower pot to Jiang Xing, her voice was cold.

Jiang Xing realized that the monster that had attacked them last night was chasing after him, his face was pale, his hands trembling uncontrollably, "Senior..."

The scales swept across the gravel ground, and more than a dozen pairs of scarlet eyes appeared all around at the same time.

Without exception, it's pure hunger, devoid of human thinking, incomprehensible, and just mentally broken.

Perhaps more companions than last time gave them confidence, and the monsters no longer stopped at a distance, but slowly approached them.

Wen Ling squinted his eyes. When the leading monster stepped into the range of the fire, he saw the whole thing clearly for the first time.

It is a snake and a human.

They have huge snake heads on their necks, and their neck ribs are spread out like cobras.

The upper body is an upright human figure, and its hands are similar to humans, but with sharp claws.

Instead of the legs, there is a thick snake tail, bent and supported on the ground.The whole body is covered with black or dark green scales.

The monster in "Desert Snake"?

Wen Ling gently pushed Jiang Xing behind her with his left hand, and the hand holding the gun was as steady as a rock.

The monster suffered a loss last time, and was very wary of the firearms. It immediately stopped moving forward, hissed at Wen Ling together, and its forked tongue appeared and disappeared.

For the first time, Jiang Xing knew that the Hope Town he lived in was really occupied by demons, and they were not gangsters disguised as monsters at all.The self-consolation of the townspeople was completely shattered.

The basilisk headed by it quickly lost patience, its vertical pupils turned, and the snake's tail suddenly exerted force to send it into the air and pounce on Wen Ling!

The left round fired quickly, the bullet hit the basilisk's eyeball, and the weak spot not covered by scales was spattered with blood.The basilisk roared sharply and rushed forward together!

Jiang Xing's shotgun was in the tent, and now he had no time to get the weapon. Wen Ling fired all the magazines, and the gun was deadly. The six basilisk corpses were twisted and piled up on the ground. The gap between Ling reloading bombs seized the opportunity to strike again!

"careful!"

Wen Ling dodged the sharp claws attacking from his side, raised his gun and repelled the one in front of him, but the door opened wide behind him.

Jiang Xing had no time to think, and rushed forward to block the attack for him like last night.

This time he was not so lucky. The sharp claws grabbed his shoulder blade all the way to the back of his waist, and blood gushed out instantly.

Jiang Xing was unstable, and the cactus flower pot fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

The flower was also crushed in the sand.

Wen Ling smelled the sweet fragrance, but her mood was not as calm as last night.Unfamiliar rage controlled him, and he killed all the basilisks in his breath.

The basilisk in the distance finally realized that it was impossible for them to eat Wen Ling, and neighed irritably.

Wen Ling hugged Jiang Xing who was falling head-on, and could hardly control the urge to turn back into his body.

How dare they.

But Wen Ling's human incarnation couldn't bear the overflowing divine power, and the out-of-control power might kill Jiang Xing.

In his endless life in the past, Wen Ling had always mercilessly beheaded all enemies who dared to provoke him. This was the first time he felt the dilemma and anger of throwing rats.

Jiang Xing's lips were pale due to blood loss, and he was already unconscious from the pain.

Wen Ling supported him, and did not shoot again hastily.

The basilisk took the lead in making concessions.

The black mist that covered the sky dissipated a little, and the starlight shone on the ground again, revealing the tangled and hesitant shadow of the basilisk.

Wen Ling frowned, they were...

I saw that although the basilisk put away its sharp claws and had no intention of fighting, it did not leave. Instead, it surrounded the ground in a circle of three or five, scraping the dark blood on the ground one by one.

Jiang Xing fainted, the wound on his back was still bleeding.

The basilisk stared at the mud mixed with blood on its paws, and suddenly brought it to its mouth to lick it. The forked tongue froze in the air, and then twisted strangely.

It fluttered its arms, and the snake tail smashed a deep hole on the ground, as if some invisible enemy was gnawing at its body.

The basilisks around gave a warning scream, grabbed the sick monsters and shuffled away, disappearing into the desert.

The black mist completely dissipated, and the surrounding tents reappeared, only one or two were lit. Obviously, no one heard Wen Ling shoot.

Wen Ling hugged Jiang Xing and bent down into the tent, the zipper was slowly locked, covering the gap from peeping from the outside.

Jiang Xing's body was slightly cold, and his life was hanging by a thread due to excessive blood loss.Wen Ling frowned coldly, and rudely wiped the wet corner of the other's eyes with her knuckles.

"Stupid." His voice was light, but listening carefully, he was more indulgent than reprimanding.

The air twisted, and it seemed that something invisible to the naked eye protruded from Wen Ling's body, burrowing into Jiang Xing's cuffs and clothes corners, and the mucus that marine organisms repaired wounds was secreted from the epidermis.

"Hmm..." Jiang Xing dodged uncomfortably from the cold and greasy touch, and was soon entangled by tentacles and forcefully separated his limbs, giving everything pitifully like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The wound healed quickly, and at the same time, Jiang Xing's body temperature.

The skin under the tentacles was getting hotter and hotter, and Jiang Xing's blood seemed to be boiling under the skin.But the repair was not over yet, Wen Ling could only hold back his aversion to the high temperature and continued to cling to him.

The lost blood could not be replenished, but it was replaced by a more powerful divine power, and Jiang Xing quickly recovered his physical strength.

He opened his eyes a little, saw that it was Wen Ling, and immediately smiled softly.

Her hair was soaked and stuck to her cheeks, her skin was blushing and hot, and her eyes seemed to hold a bowl of moon water, gently wrapping Wen Ling in it.

Wen Ling frowned, and a strange and unfamiliar emotion emerged from the bottom of her heart.

Jiang Xing's hot skin seemed to be really on fire, and Wen Ling also became restless along the tentacles.

The god couldn't understand his abnormality, so he could only urge the tentacles to tighten Jiang Xing, so as to vent his weird and tyrannical emotions.

Jiang Xing snorted in pain, the corners of his eyes drooped pitifully, his eyes were moist and focused like some kind of well-behaved pet, if he had a tail, he would probably wrap it around Wen Ling's palm flatteringly, begging for forgiveness.

Jiang Xing arched Wen Ling with his forehead, and whispered in his mouth: "Wen Ling, Wen Ling..."

No matter how hard it was for Wen Ling to remain indifferent, she stroked the side of Jiang Xing's face with her fingers, her heart burning uncomfortably.

The action of revealing the reconciliation information made Jiang Xing happy. He hugged Wen Ling tightly along the strength of his tentacles, and pressed his wet cheek against the other's knee, purely obedient and coquettish.

"Senior..." Jiang Xing smiled unconsciously, his eyes were moist with heat, "What is this?"

He held up a tentacle on his body, although he couldn't see it, but Wen Ling could imagine himself wrapped around Jiang Xing's hand.

The beautiful and slender human flesh is controlled and possessed by a smooth and sticky tentacle.However, Jiang Xing's fingers were slightly closed, and his thick arms and legs relieved Wen Ling against Wen Ling's will, allowing Jiang Xing to do whatever he wanted.

Between them, the relationship between hunter and prey is not complete.

The prey is very good, and can coax the hunter to give in for him temporarily, and a concession means that the bottom line will always retreat.

Jiang Xing looked at the palm of his hand dully, realizing that there was a part of the body of the evil god, and his whole body trembled slightly.

But he was running a fever, and his whole body was glowing with a faint pink color, and he didn't look like he was scared anymore.

Jiang Xing hugged the tentacles in his arms tightly, "How can humans have..."

He didn't dare to think deeply, and stared at Wen Ling for help, hoping that the other party would say that this was just a tricky joke.

Wen Ling was in a good mood, and the tentacles touched Jiang Xing's cheek soothingly, leaving behind a piece of mucus.

"Are you scared?"

Jiang Xing pursed his lips and shook his head lightly, probably not knowing what he was talking about, "As long as I'm a senior, I'm not afraid."

He took the initiative to send his throat to the tentacles in his arms, his eyes were clear.

Wen Ling asked casually, "Why are you in Hope Town?"

"I've said it before." Jiang Xing tilted his head puzzled, "I like my hometown very much."

Wen Ling: "What is your identity?"

"Bartender." Jiang Xing said, "I used to have to work part-time at night when I was in college. The bar owner said I was very talented."

He looked shy and somewhat proud, "Teach me how to mix wine for free, and I really learned it well."

"Besides the bartender?"

Jiang Xing shook his head, at a loss.

Wen Ling continued to ask, "What happened to those snakes?"

Jiang Xing's face suddenly panicked, and he hugged his tentacles tightly and asked, "Is the senior injured?"

Wen Ling's throat moved slightly, and she whispered, "No."

This is the kind of special preference that always thinks of him first and cares about him first.

"That's good." Jiang Xing breathed a sigh of relief, "Snakes are just a legend in Hope Town. I didn't expect them to really exist."

His thinking was a bit sluggish, and it took him a long time to continue the sentence: "Someone was killed, but we didn't believe it."

"Who is the deceased?"

Jiang Xing replied: "Sang De's father. So he left the town and ran outside all year round, hoping to meet someone who can help Hope Town."

It seems that Jiang Xing does have limited understanding of the weirdness of Hope Town.The tentacles were held tightly by him, so he could clearly feel the heartbeat in his chest, which was very stable, not like lying.

Wen Ling finally asked the last question: "Why do you like me?"

"Senior..." Jiang Xing's face turned even redder, and his eyes begged.

Wen Ling had to know the answer, and silently threatened Jiang Xing with her strong eyes.

Jiang Xing was defeated, hid his cheeks behind the tentacles, and muttered: "I liked it a long time ago."

While speaking, the warm lips kissed the tentacles vaguely, "I have always wanted to be with the senior."

Wen Ling pulled out his body that was trying to hide, put his arms under his ribs and held Jiang Xing in his arms, and said in a low voice, "When will it start?"

The senior who wanted to be close in his dream took the initiative to hug him, and Jiang Xing didn't care about being shy anymore, and kept rubbing into his arms.

"From the first day I saw the seniors," he looked up, his eyes full of water and excitement, "I will never forget it."

The author has something to say:

Compared to the predators who attack head-on, I really like Yaner's bad ones hehehe