Lost City [Unlimited]

Surrounded by clouds and mist, the mountains and forests are green.

Hu Ling was dressed in a white brocade dress, and his black hair was scattered behind him like silk.

He stretched out his hand and tugged gently, a little surprised in his heart: the hair has really grown longer!It's amazing.

At this moment, he was in an elegantly furnished room, in front of him was a dressing table, on which stood a long sword abruptly.

The scabbard is white, and the blade is sharp when it is out of the sheath. It is a rare and good weapon.

Hu Ling lowered his eyes to appreciate the master's sword, but he didn't know what kind of touching face was reflected in the bronze mirror.

The young man's eyelashes were swept down, his expression was indifferent, and against the backdrop of his snow-white skin, he was even more chilled.However, his lips were light red, very much like the frosty color that people are looking for in the snow.

Just as Fu Ling gathered his thoughts and came out from behind the screen, what he saw was such a painting.He couldn't help but froze in place.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Hu Ling looked back, and saw a handsome man standing there in a daze, wearing a light yellow women's attire.

Really, neither fish nor fowl.

Is this the price of drawing a female character card?

Hu Ling laughed secretly in his heart, but his face was still deserted.He said, "Ma'am, please tie my husband's hair."

Fu Ling: "..."

Brother, I won't!

He stared, trying to convey this message with his eyes, and then saw the man lower his eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "If Madam doesn't want to, then let the servant girl come."

"Drip! The character is seriously OOC warning, please think twice!"

The voice in his head made Fu Ling's smile fall back again.

He took a deep breath, and said with a smirk: "What did my husband say, your business, how could I pretend to be someone else?"

He stepped forward, originally wanting to teach the showman a lesson, but when he picked up the wooden comb and looked at the face in the mirror, he couldn't do anything cruel.

Helpless, Fu Ling said in a low voice: "I'm not good at craftsmanship, I hope my husband won't dislike me."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he started, Hu Ling raised his hand to hold the wooden comb.

Fu Ling opened his eyes slightly, thinking that he was going to make trouble, but saw that the young man gently took the wooden comb from his hand. After combing, when he turned his wrist, a jade hairpin was firmly inserted into the bundled hair.

He stood up and turned his head, and his long curled hair swept across. He was more extraordinary than those white-clothed fairies with makeup and filters on TV.

Hu Ling pushed the player who played the role of "Mrs. Head" and was stunned for no reason, onto a chair and sat down.While combing his hair, he asked: "How does Madam want to be her husband today?"

After Fu Ling came back to his senses, he immediately understood: "Since my surname is Fu Mingling, Qianli Jiangling, husband, please call me Fu Ling."

Hu Ling picked a pearl hairpin for him that was not too feminine and put it on. From the back view, he looked a bit like a son and daughter of the world. "Okay. It matches my Lingyun spirit very well."

Hu Ling put down his hand, took out the game phone from the inside of the belt tightly fastened around his waist, clicked on it and looked at it. The current time is 3 o'clock on October 10, xxx27, and the plot of the character has not changed.

Then he clicked on the map.There is a small map of the current [Tianshan faction] on the map, as well as a small map of the [Wulin leader's mansion] that will be entered.Hu Ling roughly scanned it, and then began to focus on memorizing the route in the mansion of the leader of the martial arts.

Seeing this, Fu Ling also took out his game phone to check. After confirming that he had memorized the characters and the plot, he put the phone away and smiled gently at Hu Ling: "Husband, let's go have breakfast."

The man is not bad-looking, gentle and elegant, and his voice is clear and clean.If he smiled at little girls like this on weekdays, it would probably make them blush, but if he used this image... he would definitely be called a pervert.

There were sporadic smiles in Hu Ling's eyes, and his cold face seemed to be softened a little. "good."

Fu Ling's heart skipped a beat, and all the previous grievances dissipated unconsciously.

The two pushed the door out, Fu Ling looked left and right, and was about to take out his mobile phone to check the map, when he saw Hu Ling walking forward without hesitation.He hurriedly followed, and asked in a low voice, "Husband, do you know the way?"

The young man glanced back at him, and said lightly: "The entire Tianshan faction belongs to me, why don't you know?"

At that moment, Fu Ling suddenly felt that he was far away from him, out of reach.

But aren't they all players?

Fu Ling shook his head, thinking, this player is really good at acting, he must have a high score in this aspect.

Hu Ling led Fu Ling to the dining room, where two bowls of porridge and several side dishes were already set on the table.

As soon as he sat down, before he even picked up the chopsticks, he heard Fu Ling say, "Come on husband, I'll feed you."

Hu Ling paused, and looked at him in surprise.

Fu Ling held the bowl in his left hand and the spoon in his right, with helpless eyes, but said in his mouth, "I begged for a long time yesterday, but my husband agreed to me."

Hu Ling: "..."

Do not,

I do not have.

Knowing that this was Fu Ling's plot request, no matter how unwilling Hu Ling was, he still felt the taste of being fed for a long time.

That taste...

Want to cut people.

Hu Ling's hand holding the sword was tight, and he didn't stop until the lines on the scabbard were almost cut into the flesh.

Pain is sobering.

This is really a wise saying.

Hu Ling thought about it casually, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes looking at Fu Ling.

—like a secret malice.

Fu Ling panicked inexplicably, his hands shook, and the dish he picked up fell on the table. He looked up, but saw the young man's indifferent expression.

So lovely.

Fu Ling couldn't help but smiled at him, then continued to eat with his head bowed.

After the two of them had breakfast, Hu Ling got up and said seriously, "I'm going to practice swords."

Fu Ling: "...Practice, practice sword?"

Brother, are you serious?

Hu Ling didn't answer, just nodded slightly, and when he turned around to leave, he heard someone shout loudly as expected: "Master! The leader sent someone to send a letter quickly!"

A disciple in a gray robe quickly walked up to Hu Ling, then knelt down on one knee and raised his hands above his head, "Please take a look at the master."

Hu Ling took the letter, opened it and read it two or three times, and then passed it to Fu Ling: "Madam, the leader has something to invite, and my husband is leaving today."

Fu Ling took a look and saw on the letter paper: 【I haven't seen you for a year, I don't know if Master Hu is safe or not.Recently, brother Yu always feels that the true energy is not smooth during the exercise. You are the number one swordsman in the world. I wonder if you can come and give me some advice?It's also a good time to discuss other matters. 】

Head Hu?It turned out that his name was Hu Ling.

Fu Ling was stunned, but his brows were frowned, and he asked worriedly, "Can you bring me with you on this trip, my husband?"

Fu Ling was a little taller than him, so Hu Ling lifted his chin slightly to look at him. From this angle, Fu Ling somehow read a trace of tender affection from it.

He saw the young man's lips curved slightly, like flowers blooming on the ice field.

"it is good."

A single word is like a net woven with exhaustion and tenderness.

Fu Ling was startled, and his ears burned red quickly.

He suddenly understood why the head wife had to follow and watch.

If you don't keep it, wait for others to grab it?

……

After Hu Ling told him and his wife to go out, the two stood at the gate and waited. The gray-robed disciple brought two horses.

The disciple pointed to the black horse and said to Hu Ling: "Master, your Gale has been taken care of very well." Then he pointed to the brown horse next to him and smiled at Fu Ling: "Mrs. Master, your little flower is still a herd of horses." The sweetest girl ever."

Fu Ling: "..."

The key is,

No matter how docile I will not ride!

Encountering this kind of martial arts background when entering a high-level dungeon for the first time, Fu Ling was gentle on the surface, but almost went crazy in his heart.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Fu Ling's tightly clenched palms, and he rubbed it on the hem of his clothes calmly, then said softly, "Thank you, you can go to work first."

The gray-robed disciple looked at Hu Ling, saw him nodding, and then retreated with a smile: "Then the disciple will not bother the head and his wife here."

Without the NPC, Fu Ling grabbed the reins and was about to try to get on the horse, but Hu Ling stopped him by pressing his shoulder.

"what happened?"

Fu Ling was puzzled at first, then looked at Hu Ling's slender waist, and suddenly said, "Do you want me to help you first?"

Hu Ling shook his head, gently shook his wrist, "Let go, the horse may be hurt if you push so hard."

Fu Ling hurriedly withdrew his hand, but felt the warm and cool touch of the man's hand still lingering on his wrist.He asked uncomfortably, "Can you ride a horse?"

Hu Ling: "Wear swords in the rivers and lakes, I have learned it before."

He nodded the rein and said, "Grab here."

Fu Ling did as he said, and before he asked him what to do next, Hu Ling grabbed his waist and lifted his sleeves up, revealing the smooth and beautiful muscle lines on his forearms.

It wasn't until Fu Ling sat on the saddle that he came back to his senses. "You, husband, you are really strong..."

"Sit well." Hu Ling patted his legs to make him sit upright, and walked to the side of the black horse, with his white clothes passing by, and rode on the horse gracefully and handsomely.

He turned around and stretched out his hand, "Give me the reins."

Fu Ling, who was stunned, quickly handed it over, and then said embarrassedly: "It's troublesome."

He's almost in his third year, and it's really...

"You are my wife, you should be."

The young man's expression was light, but Fu Ling's heart beat quickened by his words.

No, why is your heart beating all the time?

wrong.

Don't flirt just because you look good!

It doesn't seem right...

Before entering the key plot, Fu Ling was already confused.He even thought about the complex life topic of sexual orientation.

Fu Ling was tangled up over there, but Hu Ling took out his phone to check the time.

After stepping on the road from the Tianshan faction to the residence of the leader of the martial arts, everything around was covered with a layer of mist, and it seemed illusory.They didn't walk for long before they saw the mansion. At the same time, the fog cleared, and the time jumped directly to 11 o'clock on November 3rd.

At the same time, the character plot is updated: [After seeing Gao Feng, you exchanged pleasantries for a while, and agreed to practice and discuss at the school at 6:[-] the next day, and then enjoy dinner with Gao Feng, my concubine, the genius doctor, and the master disciple of the genius doctor. side guard.After the meal, you and the head wife went to the guest room to rest. ]

The head, the wife of the head, concubine, the doctor, the disciples and attendants of the doctor.A total of six people, right on.

Hu Ling put away her mobile phone and got off the horse.

He went to Fu Ling and asked, "Do you need help?"

Fu Ling: "...I can still get off my horse."

So, in order to prove himself, Fu Ling fell from the horseback to the ground in an unattractive posture.With both feet on the ground, it can be considered a safe arrival.

Hu Ling: "..."

Hold back the laugh,

It's really hard.

The author has something to say:

The confrontation between players has started, are you interested in guessing the murderer?Although, no reward ^_^

Tip: There are many clues in the process of plot interpretation.