The leader of the devil's sect, he is so cute

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Yunkong was indifferent, and he had said almost a handful of things to Feng Luochen in the past few days, and the words Feng Luochen didn't like to listen to, and he opened his mouth to give and shut his mouth.

Until Feng Luochen couldn't stand it anymore, he simply got himself drunk and directly put Yun Kong to sleep with the help of alcohol.But the process was just Feng Luochen's own indulgence, and Yunkong also saw that struggling was useless, so he simply closed his eyes and didn't look at it, and didn't do anything, letting the other party do what he wanted.

Seeing Yunkong who was ignoring him, Feng Luochen became even more angry, and laughed angrily, and said: "Master Yunkong, the Buddha and the ancestor once fed tigers and cut flesh to feed eagles, why don't you Are you willing to sacrifice your life to cross the devil? You want to cross sentient beings, why do you exclude me from the sentient beings?"

"Poor monk..." There was no more words after the sentence of poor monk, and he didn't know what he wanted to say and what to say.

"Master, cross me."

When Feng Luochen woke up the next day, he could almost feel the pain below, but he didn't have that sticky feeling.It is conceivable that Yunkong cleaned him up, so it can be seen that Yunkong is not completely ruthless to him, otherwise he should not be bothered.

But looking at the bedside, Yun Kong was sitting there reciting the Buddhist scriptures while twisting the beads.Seeing this situation, Feng Luochen was furious.

"After breaking the precepts and still reciting the Buddha, the holy monk has a good attitude." Usually, Mo Zicheng calls only Brother Chu Mo or the master, but now this sentence of the holy monk contains a little irony, but it is not empty. Not affected by it.

Feng Luochen frowned, stretched out his hand to grab Yunkong's collar, pressed him on the bed and kissed him, but Yunkong always had that expression and eyes, neither sad nor happy, as if what Feng Luochen did just now had nothing to do with him.

After the kiss, Yun Kong's breathing was slightly messy, but there was still no excessive emotion.

Feng Luochen leaned against Yunkong's chest and called softly, "Brother Chu Mo."

"Poor monk, the dharma name is Yunkong." I don't know how many times Yunkong has emphasized and denied this.

Feng Luochen smiled wryly, and did not force him to admit his identity: "Okay, if you like to be called Yunkong, then let's call it Yunkong."

Feng Luochen just lay on Yunkong's chest. He really wanted to live like this for the rest of his life, but he couldn't.He is the leader of the Demon Cult, and he needs to bear too many burdens. From the moment he embarked on this road, there is no turning back, because he is the leader of the Demon Cult.

As a personal maid, Changqin is not in the house, but outside.She could hear the movements in the room clearly. She had never felt so sorry for someone before, but at this moment, she really felt sorry for Feng Luochen.You know, Feng Luochen is only 19 years old, what are other 19-year-olds doing?New to the rivers and lakes?Splendid clothes and fine food at home?Or marry a wife and have children to live a peaceful life?

But Feng Luochen was already the leader of the demon cult—everyone shouted to beat and kill one demon leader.

Changqin sat at the door, tears streaming down her eyes. A friend passing by saw this and asked, she wiped away her tears and said, "I just feel sorry for our leader, he is actually quite a nice person."

"We know." In fact, they all knew and heard that Feng Luochen had a good temper before, but his mind became like this because of practicing magic skills.

Feng Luochen lay on Yunkong's chest like that, and soon fell asleep again.Yun Kong turned his body sideways, he couldn't be pressed all the time, it was too uncomfortable, and Feng Luochen kept tugging on his clothes, so he had no choice but to turn sideways to hold him in his arms.

In short, Yunkong's reputation in the Demon Sect is not very good.They say that the demon monk flatters the Lord.Because of the appearance of this monk, their leader stayed with him all day without doing business.

Although it is said that their leader has a bad temper and is cruel, everyone is a little scared, but...they feel that the leader's appearance all day is even weirder.They felt that the previous brutal leader who lost his temper at every turn was more kind.

Humans are always afraid of the unknown.They didn't know what Feng Luochen's change meant, but they felt fear.Each of them understood why Feng Luochen's temperament was like this, so even if they were afraid, they never thought of leaving.

Feng Luochen never restricted their choices. They could choose to leave the Demon Cult at any time, but they didn't.One is that they have nowhere to go after leaving the Demon Cult; the other is that this child is too lonely.

Changqin sat on the steps, looking at her friend, she said: "Half a year. I have been with the leader for half a year. He is actually quite good, but he is used to pushing people away. He is very defensive. I don't know his past, I only know , that master is the only one who can save the leader. But the master... if this doesn’t work, the leader will die.”

"I don't understand. The master clearly knows the leader, why doesn't he recognize it? I think that only he is needed, and the leader can open the closed heart."

"I've had enough of the teacher's pretending to be relaxed!"

"Since you don't want to discipline the leader, then he shouldn't show up in the first place! Let the leader always have a hope! But what he looks like now... what a big deal!"

"Changqin," my friend took Changqin's hand to comfort, "I'm afraid of the leader, and I feel sorry for the leader from those who have been in the devil's religion for a long time. But listen to me, we still can't be sure if Yun Kong appears. Good or bad, they need to worry too much. To them, we are outsiders, we have no way to interfere with their feelings, love is the most complicated thing, you are too young. You don't understand."

Indeed, Changqin is only fifteen or sixteen years old, how can she understand such things as love?She just simply knew that the leader loves Yunkong.

On this day, Feng Luochen scolded all the gossipers of the Devil's Cult in front of Yunkong.Yunkong still looked neither sad nor happy, he didn't care what they thought of him, good or bad, it didn't matter to him, so he just stayed for a while and then got up and left.

Seeing Yunkong leave, Feng Luochen stopped scolding and followed directly.The members of the Demon Cult who were kneeling on the ground looked at this scene, and they hated Yun Kong even more.

OK, don't chew your tongue.Then they started to get angry at Yunkong, but luckily Yunkong didn't care, otherwise, they would have a bad temper and slap each of them twice.

"Yunkong, you won't be angry when they say that about you?" Feng Luochen lay on his lap, looking very obedient, without the arrogance and arrogance he had when he was treating others.

Yun Kong looked down at him and shook his head: "There is nothing to be angry about."

"Oh...that's it." Feng Luochen put his arms around Yunkong's waist.Even though he had been prepared for a long time, Yun Kong's body still stiffened unavoidably.Feng Luochen grinned, "Yunkong, do you... want to sleep now?"

"Blue sky and white sun."

"Oh~ yes, it's daytime now, what about nighttime? Do you want to?"

Yunkong was a little helpless, but nothing showed on his face: "Poor monk, there is no such need."

Feng Luochen smiled and kissed Yunkong's face: "I have it, okay?"

"Not necessarily, it has to be a poor monk." These words also angered Feng Luochen, Feng Luochen stretched out his arms to put his arms around Yunkong's neck, Yunkong bent over, Feng Luochen kissed him directly, to taste the sweetness of the person in front of him: "Oh master, do you want me to be lingering to others?"

What Yunkong said just now was completely thoughtless, only now did he realize that what he just said was inappropriate, and changed his words: "The meaning of the poor monk is that the benefactor should keep himself clean."

Hearing these words, Feng Luochen let go of his arms around Yunkong's neck, covered his face and smiled, and readjusted himself until he had laughed enough, looked at Yunkong with a smile and said, "Master, do you know Do you know who I am? I am the leader of the Demon Cult, and you let me cleanse myself? This is the funniest thing I have ever heard in my life."

Yunkong looked down at Feng Luochen, sighed slightly, and said to Feng Luochen, "Benefactor Feng, poor monk, is not your beloved."

"I think you are, you are. Whether you think you are or not is not important in my eyes." When Feng Luochen said this, he suddenly changed his name, and his tone was a bit cold.

"Why obsess over the poor monk?"

Feng Luochen sneered, and said, "Ha, can't Master really not see this? Why bother to ask more questions?"

Yunkong's original intention was to persuade Feng Luochen to give up, but now it seemed that this was impossible to change, so Yunkong had no choice but to twist his rosary beads and say nothing.

[The author has something to say: Mozicheng and Sanxiu are so sweet, Feng Luochen and Yunkong are so bloody hahahahahahahahahahaha]