Turn the villain into a sweetie

Huai Mo looked like a kitten, with lowered brows and eyes, and there seemed to be splashes in his eyes.

Yu Bolan was a little helpless for a while

Huai Mo looked like a kitten, with lowered brows and eyes, and there seemed to be splashes in his eyes.

Yu Bolan was at a loss for a while.

What, what's the matter? This is it?

He looked back at Ya Lin, and then at Huai Mo, his brain was running fast.

Judging from the experience of Huai Mo losing his temper several times in the past, Huai Mo is probably thinking too much now.

He smiled, a little bit of a smile, stepped forward and put his arms around Huai Mo's head, and looked back at Ya Lin: "Is the house I had before still there?"

Yalin stopped and nodded: "Yes."

He also said: "After you left, Luo An moved in to live with me. The house is empty, and the subordinates often send someone to clean it."

"I see," Yu Bolan nodded slightly, "I won't go down with you for now, I'll go to the house first, and we'll talk about other things later."

Ya Lin lowered his head, expressing his obedience.

Counting the days, there are still more than 10 days before the opening of the Broken Dream Secret Realm, so it is not very urgent.

Yu Bolan thought about it.

"Oh, that's right," he suddenly remembered something, and pointed to Yuan Liqi who had been watching the excitement, "Take care of him, don't let him go down, and don't let him leave the underground palace until I come back."

Yalin saluted: "Yes."

"Ah, I remember you," Yuan Liqi looked at Ya Lin, touched his chin, thoughtfully, "Are you that crow back then? Did you follow him too?"

Ya Lin didn't speak, but stretched out his hand, shot out several pieces of black feathers, firmly nailed to Yuan Liqi's feet, and quickly extended upwards, forming a small cage, shutting Yuan Liqi and Qingzhu inside.

"Is this okay? Master." Ya Lin turned around and looked at Yu Bolan.

Yu Bolan naturally had no objection and nodded slightly.

"Hey," Yuan Liqi was a little dissatisfied, "You don't have to treat me like this, why does it feel like treating a beast."

"I don't mean that, I just worry about you acting alone," Yu Bolan glanced at him and explained, "Stop complaining, I promise you, I will help you pay attention to the method of attracting souls."

Yuan Liqi's eyes lit up, and he stopped talking.

After Yuan Liqi was settled, Yu Bolan walked up with Huai Mo in his arms.

Huai Mo stopped: "Why go back?"

Yu Bolan was about to say, "Because you're upset", but seeing Huai Mo's pitiful expression, he thought for a while, and swallowed the words again.

"I'm tired," he said, "and I want to go back and rest."

Huai Mo looked at him for a while, then gave a soft "hmm".

Yu Bolan smiled, took Huai Mo's hand, and walked up with him.

Forget it, nothing is as important as Huai Mo's mood.

With that in mind, the two left here.

Ya Lin watched the two leave, then bowed down and saluted.

The two returned to the mansion.

It can be seen that Yalin really cherishes this place very much, and the place as far as the eye can see can be regarded as spotless. Even the original room with four walls has added a lot of furniture, but these furniture are simple and quiet, which is quite in line with Yu Bolan of taste.

But to be honest, Yu Bolan didn't care much about the style of the room. For him who had been around for many years in the last days, he was content with a place to live.

However, when he opened the door and saw the furnishings in the house, Huai Mo's expression, which was already not very good, became even worse.

Secretly clenched his fists.

Yu Bolan saw a deck chair, walked over, lay down, sighed, and said casually: "Yu Lin has a heart."

Huai Mo's eyes moved slightly.

"Why," he said, "that crow can mess with our things."

Yu Bolan paused in comfort, sat up straight, and blinked at Huai Mo, a little dazed.

"This is our home, our house," Huai Mo said in a deep voice, "What right does she have to arrange these here?"

Yu Bolan touched the tip of his nose.

However, this kind of house decorated by Yalin is indeed more comfortable to live in.

But he didn't say it.

"Huai Xiaomo," he stood up from the recliner and walked to Huai Mo, "what's wrong with you?"

"She has participated in your life... more than me," Huai Mo gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said, his body even trembling, "I don't know anything, I don't know what she knows, she I can do so many things for you, what about me? What am I?"

"What are you? You are my Taoist companion and my lover. Can you be the same as her?" Yu Bolan stretched out his hand and held his cheek, his eyes darkened, "Are you angry with me? "

"I'm not angry with you," Huai Mo obeyed his strength, slowly raised his head, his eyes were a little red, "I'm angry with myself..."

"Why are you angry?" Yu Bolan couldn't stand it anymore, lowered his head, kissed his eyes, and sighed, "You didn't do anything wrong."

Obviously it has always been fine.

"If you don't like the room Yalin furnished, I'll tear it down tomorrow, and let's make a new one together, okay?" Yu Bolan coaxed softly, "No one else will interfere."

"As for what you said about doing things, you don't have to do things for me," Yu Bolan continued, "You are a Taoist companion, a lover, you don't need to do these things, and you are not a servant or subordinate."

"I... I didn't mean that," Huai Mo lowered his head, closed his eyes, and his tone softened, "I'm a big trouble, Alan, I can do nothing but fight. I can't coax people or act like a baby." , I can't even do the duty of a Taoist companion..."

"Ah," Yu Bolan was stunned, "Isn't the duty of a Taoist companion..."

Didn't they already do it?

and……

"It's so good to fight," he hugged Huai Mo and whispered next to his ear, "I just like watching you fight."

"Ah..." Huai Mo opened his mouth, his eyes seemed to flicker, "Then I'll go to the group arena, and you watch from below."

Yu Bolan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "That's not necessary."

He paused, and then said: "If you have to figure things out so clearly, I still think I'm useless."

Huai Mo raised his head and stared at him blankly.

"Then I'm a fighting scum, and I'll be useless if I fight close combat," Yu Bolan said, "I won't hold you back when fighting in the future."

"No way," Huai Mo said anxiously, "It's not like this..."

"Isn't that good?" Yu Bolan smiled and pressed his forehead, "The two of us are together, why care about so much?"

Huai Mo pursed his lips and did not speak.

"As for my affairs in Haicheng," Yu Bolan stood up straight, "I didn't tell you in time, it's also my fault."

"You are with me in all my matters," Huai Mo looked at him from bottom to top, "but your affairs...I don't know anything."

Talking about this with Yu Bolan, Huai Mo also knew what he was anxious about.

He desperately wanted to participate in Yu Bolan's life.

It seems that only in this way, he is not a sacrifice of some sect's great formation, not some blood boy, no longer the Duan Huaimo who was covered in filth and everyone shouted and beaten, and only wanted revenge and killing.

He also wants to have a home.

Just as he bowed his head to meditate, he felt that his ears were gently pinched.

"I know," Yu Bolan rubbed his earlobe, "but the past has passed, and the future is still very long. Really, I swear, we will be together in the future, and I will take you with me in everything... …Well."

Huai Mo raised his head and kissed him.

Yu Bolan immediately kissed back, clasped his head with one hand, and turned against the guest.

Huai Mo obediently was pressed against him, motionless.

After kissing so many times, Huai Mo is no longer the same as at the beginning. He only knows how to stick his lips together, and his movements are much more proficient.

It's become more... seductive.

Naturally, Yu Bolan couldn't stand it.

It's just that he hesitated for a while looking at the bright sky outside.

It's...in broad daylight, it's not so good...

Then the next moment, he was thrown onto the bed by Huai Mo.

Yu Bolan let go of his hand, and directly threw the dumpling off his shoulder.

Huai Mo stretched out his fingertips, slowly laying a barrier around the house.

The dumpling was also sealed up.

The barrier quickly covered the sun outside.

"I know what you're thinking," Huai Mo said while unbuttoning his clothes, "Don't even think about leaving."

"You have to fulfill your obligations as a Taoist companion," he said.

Yu Bolan looked at him, his eyes darkened.

(pull light)

Huai Mo lay in Yu Bolan's arms, his hair was still dripping, and he closed his eyes wearily.

"I washed it for you," Yu Bolan said, "your hair is still wet, you can't sleep until it dries."

Huai Mo didn't speak, but stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, cast a spell, and the water droplets on his hair turned into steam, and slowly disappeared.

"I'm tired," Huai Mo said, "sleep."

Yu Bolan hooked his lips, and laid him down with his arms around him.

Although he was a little puzzled, Huai Mo didn't seem to need to sleep.

But he didn't think so much, so he closed his eyes.

half an hour.

After confirming that the breathing of the person beside him was stable, Huai Mo slowly opened his eyes. He first turned around and kissed Yu Bolan.

Yu Bolan didn't move.

He stretched out his hand, hooked his fingers towards his clothes, and a small dried fish flew over.

"Are you there?" he asked in his head.

"I'm here." A somewhat shrill voice responded, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything about my Taoist companion," Huai Mo's eyes were serious, "tell me everything you know."

The voice paused.

"He doesn't belong to this world," said the voice, "I can't see through his horoscope...Three thousand worlds, he came from outside, but I can't see through anything..."

"Your fate is black, which means that you are destined to be alone."

"Your Taoist companion will leave you sooner or later. If I'm not mistaken, it's still a game of life and death."

"I don't believe in fate," Huai Mo said with a blank expression on his face, "If you're just here to play tricks, then you won't have any value left."

"Calm down," said the voice hastily, "Speaking of which, this monk, don't you wonder who I am?"