After crossing, I became a group pet

There is an uncontrollable throbbing in the veins, everything seems to have life, cheering in nothingness, jumping for joy in the vastness.

Su Qingmian's eyes fell on Ling Yesheng's hand holding him, the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably, and she smiled.

Suddenly I understand why Ling Yesheng always smiles when he sees him. In front of the person he likes, the smile cannot be suppressed.

Ling Yesheng murmured softly, greedily enjoying the tenderness of this moment.

I'm afraid it's a dreamy dream, and I can't catch a trace of warmth when I wake up.

"Can I kiss you?" Wants something substantial, to prove it's a reality.

Su Qingmian didn't say a word, it was a tacit consent.

Ling Yesheng rested his hand on the back of Su Qingmian's head, and slowly moved over, as pious as if he was holding a grand ceremony.

"My lord, I have found what you want to check." The unwelcome guest opened the door recklessly.

Su Qingmian immediately broke free from Ling Yesheng's embrace, stood up and walked a long way away.

What a shame.

The person who came had a youthful face, but the maturity in his eyes could only be honed through the vicissitudes of life.

He saw Su Qingmian's eyes widen: "You you you...Su Qingmian?"

"Mirage, step back." Ling Yesheng stood up, hands behind his back, looking very unhappy.

As if she didn't hear it, Yun Mi turned around Su Qingmian a few times: "It should not be Su Qingmian himself. I heard from Feng Yuan that Su Qingmian, who has lost his memory, seems to hate you very much, so it is impossible for you to be in your house, so this is what you are looking for." substitute?"

Su Qingmian: "..."

Yun Mian is the second of the ten most important ministers. Among all the ministers, he is second only to Feng Yuan, the head of the most important ministers.

There is a kind of restrained evil in him, as if there is a bloodthirsty and cruel demon hidden under the angel's appearance.

"Not bad, the eyes are similar." Yun Mi stretched out her hand to pinch Su Qingmian's face, and Su Qingmian slapped it off.

Mirage was a little shaken: "The personality...is also similar."

Ling Ye's voice hooked Su Qingmian's shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "You go back first, I'll take care of some things."

Su Qingmian nodded, walked to the cabinet and turned around, showing her dimples to Yun Mi: "Master Yun Mi, I often hear my brother talk about you, today I met you by fate, if there is a chance, I really want to invite you to Shanhe Bieyuan for a meal .”

After saying that, Su Qingmian left with a formation.

Yun Mi was surprised: "Is he really Su Qingmian?"

Ling Yesheng was noncommittal: "What did you find?"

Yun Mirage pursed his lips, indescribably evil: "The spell Su Qingmian used on himself is..." He took out a piece of paper from his pocket. The edges of the paper were frizzy. It was torn off from above, "That's it, he put the memory in the tree of the atrium, every time he thinks of something, the memory in the tree of the atrium will decrease, so you will become weak after he remembers something .”

Ling Yesheng took the broken page and carefully read the records on it: "Yes."

"My lord, you have to understand that with your current state, you can't allocate any more spiritual power to do other things. Su Qingmian can't think of anything, or your talent..."

Ling Yesheng raised his hand and stopped Yun Mirage's words: "Thank you, you tell Feng Yuan and Shen Jiuyi to come to my house tomorrow, and I have something to say."

"what?"

"Enforcer."

"Are you going to do it?"

"It's about time."

"it is good."

Yun Mirage turned and left, Ling Yesheng paced to the window with his hands behind his back, the street was cold and bustling, the turbulent wind and clouds hidden under the peaceful and prosperous age roared silently, what was supposed to come would come after all.

Something seemed to move at the bottom of the trousers, and Ling Yesheng looked down and saw the fluffy little Grid.

Holding Gege in his arms, his brows and eyes softened.

"Forgot you again."

The next second, the distressed teenager opened the cabinet and walked over, took Gege: "Hey? The mirage is gone? What is this?"

Su Qingmian hugged Gege with one hand to get the paper from Ling Yesheng's hand, Ling Yesheng raised it above his head, Su Qingmian jumped up to grab it: "Show me."

Su Qingmian jumped up and couldn't reach the paper in Ling Yesheng's hand. Realizing the difference in height between the two, Su Qingmian fell silent.

How come I haven't noticed that the sound of listening to the night is so loud before.

The remaining pages burned in the hands of Ling Yesheng, and the ashes did not fall off, and they were completely burned.

Su Qingmian snorted and said, "If I don't show it, I won't show it."

As for?

Su Qingmian snorted angrily, hugged Gege and left.

Ling Yesheng laughed for a long time in the empty room.

Xiao Aojiao hadn't appeared for a long time, Su Qingmian was used to Xiao Aojiao's elusive presence, and he and Ling Yesheng were in a passionate relationship, so she didn't think much about it.

Law enforcement officers in white robes can always be seen on the streets of Fuguangduan recently. They are like crazy, staring at a pair of eyes that are too tired and bloodshot, wandering around Guanghai.

Because Ling Yesheng said that he felt that there were people with deteriorating talents in Guanghai, and the law enforcement officers had one month to find them.

No matter how good the law enforcement officers were, they couldn't find a person who didn't exist at all. One month later, the law enforcement officers who hadn't completed their tasks knelt in front of the atrium palace to plead guilty.

It is said that Ling Yesheng didn't accuse them of any crimes, and waved them away.

The more this is the case, the more disturbing it is.

Even Wei Jihe could smell the restless elements under the calm, and analyzed the pros and cons with Su Qingmian: "My lord, look, the law enforcers have not completed the task of the Lord Tianshu, so it stands to reason that the Lord Tianshu should severely punish the law enforcers, right? But he didn't, when would a person not even punish someone who did something wrong, that's right, when he was extremely disappointed."

Su Qingmian was proofreading the manuscript, listening to Wei Jihe's words as bgm, and nodded perfunctorily.

The news about the law enforcers spread wildly, and there were various versions. Even in the manuscripts under the sky, there were people who wrote gossip about the law enforcers. Su Qingmian suppressed all such manuscripts.

After a day's work, Su Qingmian walked out of the Huanyan Building. The sky was so bright that people's eyes were jerky. Before adapting to the sky, Su Qingmian squinted and watched the frightened Pegasus horse of the nobleman rushing towards him, about to bump into a little girl.

Su Qingmian's body couldn't keep up with her thoughts, and before she could make a move, a blue figure rushed up and rescued the little girl.

That little girl was the one who gave Su Qingmian a wreath last time. After being rescued, she saw Su Qingmian by her side and ran behind Su Qingmian.

It seemed that as long as Su Qingmian was around, nothing could hurt her. She completely forgot that the person who saved her was not Su Qingmian, but Mu Ziyang with a puzzled face on the road.

This time there was only one deacon behind Mu Ziyang——Guanchi Ling, he was not happy: "Hey, it is my little destiny to save you, and you haven't thanked him yet."

Mu Ziyang glanced at Su Qingmian, raised his hand to interrupt Guan Chiling's words: "Let's go."

Su Qingmian poked the little girl and asked her to go out to thank her, but the little girl was frightened just now and couldn't get out alive.

Su Qingmian scratched her head, and stopped Mu Ziyang: "Well, thank you, thanks to you, otherwise her parents would be sad to death."

Mu Ziyang stopped walking.

Let the little girl go home, Su Qingmian ran down the steps, although the two of them had classes in a teaching booth, they had almost no communication, and there was a tendency to never see each other, Su Qingmian couldn't find a chance to send Hui Jingshi out.

Right now seems to be an opportunity, but it's a pity that he didn't bring regret Jingshi.

"I'll treat you to a meal as an apology."

Mu Ziyang said that there is no time, and left proudly.

Su Qingmian stood there awkwardly.

It's hard to win back a friend.

Her shoulders are so sore. In fact, it should be Wan Keer's job to proofread the manuscript, but the sword competition is about to start. Wan Keer is practicing swords to prepare for the competition recently, so all the tasks fall on Su Qingmian.

I have to go to class every day, and I have to work after school, so I am so tired.

Since you are so tired every day, then reward yourself to find the sound of listening to the night.

Back at Shanhe Bieyuan, after dinner, he made mare's milk for Gege, Su Qingmian tidied up his clothes in front of the mirror, and happily went to find the voice of the night.

Ling Yesheng was still replying letters, Su Qingmian was lying beside him, Ling Yesheng's words were mature and chic, and every stroke was just right.

Su Qingmian took a piece of paper and imitated Ling Yesheng's handwriting.

Good-looking calligraphy is not easy to practice, brush control is a science, Su Qingmian's hands are always shaking, and he can't learn to listen to the brushstrokes of the voice of the night.

After replying to the letter, the sound of listening to the night went around behind Su Qingmian: "Why do you write such...exaggerated strokes?"

Su Qingmian: "I'm learning your characters."

"Oh, I thought you were learning the characters that crabs crawled out of. It's so ugly." Ling Yesheng looked serious.

Su Qingmian didn't hold back, and slapped the paper on Ling Yesheng's face.

Ling Ye laughed so hard that his shoulders were trembling, he laid out another piece of paper, held Su Qingmian's hand, and the pen and ink fluttered on the paper: "Look, turn your hand like this, don't make your wrist too stiff, be more flexible, and write it out." The words will be very elegant."

Ling Yesheng taught him how to write, if the written characters are not good-looking, it will be unreasonable.

Feeling the breath sprayed by the sound of the night on the cheeks, Su Qingmian's mind was full of yellow waste, and he couldn't learn it at all.

They have been together for a month, and Ling Yesheng has not done anything to him, even the kisses are secretly kisses, Ling Yesheng just kisses his forehead, cheek, or hand when he is not paying attention, Younger than a high school student with a puppy love.

Su Qingmian couldn't help but want to have a deep kiss with him many times, but every time she met Shang Ling Yesheng's pure and affectionate eyes, she would retreat, and even developed a thought that how could he have a deep kiss. I'm sorry for this kind of thought Listen to the sound of the night so pure love.

He is too yellow.

I can't match the pure feelings of the sound of the night.

"what happened?"

Su Qingmian turned her head to look at the sound of the night for a long time, with a trace of desire and dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Ling Yesheng's first reaction was to find his own problems.

Su Qingmian felt even more ashamed: "No, it's my problem."

It's because he is so evil, he wants to hold Ling Yesheng and gnaw at him!

But, but, there is no desire in Ling Yesheng's eyes, on the contrary they are pure, and the love inside is about to overflow.

Suppressing the throbbing in her heart, Su Qingmian took a long breath and changed the subject: "Who were you writing to just now?"