Turn the villain into a sweetie

After Yu Bolan finished speaking, he obviously felt the person in his arms froze.

After Yu Bolan finished speaking, he obviously felt the person in his arms froze.

After a while, Huai Mo began to struggle slightly.

But he didn't use any strength or spiritual power. In Yu Bolan's eyes, it was more like acting like a baby.

Yu Bolan didn't let go of him, his arms tightened slightly.

"You bastard," Huai Mo stopped, and squeezed out a sentence, "You liar."

"Not angry, not angry," Yu Bolan quickly smoothed his hair, looking a little eager, "Then...do you like me?"

"So what if you like it or not?" Huai Mo turned his head to the side and looked at him with red eyes, "What does it have to do with you?"

"Why doesn't it matter?" Yu Bolan lowered his head and looked into Huai Mo's eyes, "If you like me too, and I like you too, then the two of us are in love, can't we be together?"

"Together?" Huai Mo looked a little dazed, "What do you mean?"

"It's just...in your terms, it should be a Taoist companion?" Yu Bolan frowned, trying to explain, and then said to himself, "But...it seems too fast to be a Taoist companion..."

"Who is your Taoist companion?" Huai Mo frowned, his ears were a little red, and he began to struggle again, "Let me go, we are going back!"

The term Taoist companion is too much for Huai Mo.

"Don't let go," Yu Bolan didn't intend to let go, but played a rogue again, "I——don't let go."

"Unless you answer my question," Yu Bolan curled his lips at him, "or you beat me until you let go."

"You—" Huai Mo was anxious, and suddenly stretched out his hand, trying to touch the sword on his waist.

Yu Bolan watched his movements, raised his eyebrows, but did not move.

Huai Mo's hand touched the hilt of the sword, exerting a little force, but just as the sword was about to be unsheathed, he suddenly lost the force, and his palm drooped feebly.

In the end, he still didn't make a move.

"You bastard," he cursed under his breath.

Yu Bolan smiled.

He thought he knew the answer.

When he got the answer, he became even more unscrupulous, and smiled at Huai Mo, with a rising end, with a tinge of enthusiasm: "Why, can't bear it?"

Asked again: "Do you like me, Huai Xiaomo?"

Immediately afterwards, he repeated: "You like me."

"Tch," Huai Mo sneered, turning his head away, "I hate you."

"Ok?"

"I hate you the most in the world."

"Yes yes yes." Yu Bolan let go of him.With a smile on his face, "You hate me the most."

Huai Mo didn't look at him.

Yu Bolan didn't know why he was so excited now, he felt as if there was a fire hidden in his chest, if he didn't get the fire out, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

But when he bent down and saw Huai Mo's embarrassed expression, he knew that he should stop.

So far, Yu Bolan.

He told himself so.

If the teasing continues, Huai Xiaomo should be angry.

Don't push people too hard.

At this time, Yu Bolan felt as if he had been opened up to the two veins of Ren and Du. Thinking of what happened last night, he was not guilty anymore, and even felt a little lucky.

He realized later that he had already had different thoughts about Huai Mo.

He is restless, he is panicking now.

But he can't make trouble with Huaimo yet.

So, he ran three laps directly around Huai Mo who was still in shame.

Huai Mo:?

"Idiot," Huai Mo finally said, "we're going home."

Yu Bolan went back with Huai Mo's sword.

This time, the conversation was over, Huai Mo was flying in front of the sword, and he directly hugged Huai Mo's waist without any burden, and naturally stuck to him.

Huai Mo just froze for a moment, and finally said in a breathy voice: "Don't move around."

It's too good to be true.

Yu Bolan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he didn't say anything in the end, just lowered his head, rubbing his nose lightly against Huai Mo's hair, smelling the clear fragrance of Huai Mo's body.

Like a pervert.

He thought to himself amusedly.

Huai Mo's place is not much better.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

From the morning, the moment he woke up, something was wrong with him.

He clearly remembered doing stupid things when he was drunk.

It stands to reason that after he sobered up, he should have turned into a rage and beat Yu Bolan hard.

But he didn't.

Instead, he was secretly delighted and even wanted more.

This is an emotion he has never felt in all these years.

He has been living with malice and difficulty, and everyone avoids him. No one has ever expressed love to him so straightforwardly.

What's more, that person...is still a big fool like Yu Bolan.

His mind went blank.

It started from the moment Yu Bolan hugged him from behind.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the heat behind him.

I remembered the fiery and confessional address last night.

"Alan..." he called softly.

Yu Bolan heard it.

Yu Bolan became restless again.

So he trembled and his feet slipped.

He quickly grabbed Huai Mo's waist.

"Idiot, don't move around," Huai Mo blushed again, gritted his teeth and said, "No one cares about you if you fall!"

"Yes yes yes." Yu Bolan stabilized his body and responded repeatedly.

The two finally landed in the small broken house.

As soon as he landed, Huai Mo withdrew the protective formation he had set up before leaving.

"Dad—Dad." As soon as the formation disappeared, Tuanzi rushed out and plunged into Yu Bolan's arms.

Yu Bolan put him on his shoulders naturally.

Last night, in order to spend the two-person world with Huai Mo, he left the dumpling in the house.

Huai Mo frowned calmly.

"We have received the dumplings, let's go to the underground palace to have a look," Yu Bolan smiled at Huai Mo, "They should have started work today."

"Yeah." Huai Mo retracted his eyes locked on Tuanzi, and nodded slightly.

Yu Bolan looked around: "By the way, where's that guy Yalin?"

Huai Mo finally couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed his sleeve.

Yu Bolan was taken aback for a moment, then grabbed his hand with his backhand, interlocking his fingers.

Huai Mo: He tried to make money a few times, but he didn't succeed, so he simply ignored it and let him pull it.

Yu Bolan took one Yi Rong Pill, and then handed another one to Huai Mo.

Huai Mo hesitated for a moment, but still opened his mouth and asked him to feed it to him.

"Let's go." Yu Bolan pulled him and turned around.

Huai Mo nodded, and pursed his lips where Yu Bolan couldn't see.

Follow him obediently.

Tuanzi stared at Yu Bolan's shoulder for a while with dark eyes.

As a divine beast, in its eyes, Huai Mo's current color tone is warm orange.

is happiness and joy.

It is very different from the dark gray of the past.

This is a happy event.

Tuanzi retracted his head, thinking so.

For convenience, Huai Mo directly burned two space symbols.

Yu Bolan only felt his body lighten, and the next moment, he and Huai Mo appeared in the middle of the underground palace out of thin air.

The ribbons decorated for the Divine Revelation Festival were all put away, and the underground palace returned to its original bleakness.

The underground palace looks much empty than before. It seems that many monsters have already set off.

The mole mother-in-law felt the movement, and walked over slowly. Seeing the two, she saluted with difficulty: "You two benefactors, the demons have already set off in the morning."

"That's good," Yu Bolan nodded, "I just came to confirm."

He asked again, "Have you brought all the space symbols?"

Granny Mole looked gloomy and nodded, "It's all assigned, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"Yang'an is dead." Granny Mole murmured.

"What?" Yu Bolan suspected that he had heard wrong.

"Yang'an, Ya Lin's childhood sweetheart, that young man," Granny Mole's eyes flashed with grief, "he died, on the night of the Divine Revelation Festival."

Yu Bolan and Huai Mo looked at each other.

"Expand and talk about it?" Yu Bolan asked.

The mole mother-in-law hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Yesterday, on the Divine Revelation Festival, Yang An was so stupid that he wanted to go to the market to buy gifts for Ya Lin, but he was accepted by the monk , Later, for some reason, Yang An came back, and even made a move on Yalin."

"Later, he regained his senses, said nothing and refused to do anything again. Because he violated the contract, he blew himself up and died, in front of Ya Lin and me."

"Yu Lin went to dispose of his body."

"This stupid boy," Granny Mole slammed her cane hard, her eyes were a little red, "I told him not to go out easily, he promised well, and left without me, not even a space talisman. Did not bring."

"Dead deserves it!"

Granny Mole burst into tears.

Yu Bolan frowned.

It wasn't because of Yang An's death, he and Yang An didn't have much interaction, so he didn't feel much at this moment.

What made him feel strange was the order of the monk who enslaved Yang An.

Let Yangan... kill Yalin?

why?

He glanced at Huai Mo.

"We need to investigate," Huai Mo said to him, "this is not right."

"I thought so too," Yu Bolan let go of Huai Mo's hand and rubbed his head, "It seems that I'm busy again."

Seeing him let go of his hand, Huai Mo seemed a little dissatisfied, pursed his lips, stretched out his fingers, trying to hook Yu Bolan's fingertips.

Yu Bolan didn't notice, and suddenly withdrew his hand, rubbing his chin, thinking about something.

Huai Mo paused as he stretched out his hand, seeing that he avoided it, his eyes darkened, and he retracted his fingers calmly.

Doesn't look very happy.

From Tuanzi's point of view, the bright orange-yellow around her mother has dimmed a lot.

"So, mother-in-law," Yu Bolan cast her eyes on the mole mother-in-law, "do you know where Yang An's body is?"

"His body was taken away by Crow Lin," Granny Mole wiped away her tears, "I don't know where she is either."

"However, you are her master, there should be a connection between you, and you should be able to find her."

"Induction?" Yu Bolan was taken aback, and subconsciously turned his gaze to Huai Mo.

Sure enough, the guy's face turned dark.

"Grandma, forget it," Yu Bolan said hastily, "I'd better wait for her to come back and ask."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden movement from above the underground palace. They turned their heads and saw Ya Lin walking down the passage slowly.

She walked up to Yu Bolan, knelt down on one knee, wearing a mask, her voice sounded neither sad nor happy: "Master, the subordinate is late."

"Yang'an died?" Yu Bolan cut to the chase, "Where's his body?"

Ya Lin froze.