Jiu Ling

Mo Weiming's whole house was deserted, even after hanging up all the clothes, it was still empty.

Jiu Ling looked at the red rope in his hand, he had nothing to do for a day, and it was indeed useful.But I still have to make some preparations, it doesn't matter if I'm alone, but it's Mo Weiming's home after all.

I can't use my spiritual power to fight, I can only set up a formation to cover up the secret.

There was no need to go out, Jiuling drew a few talismans out of thin air, and with a touch of his hand, they spread out to the surroundings.After feeling it for a while, it was almost done, and then I went to bed satisfied.

And Mo Weiming in the next room felt it when Jiu Ling just started, touched his eyes, really underestimated himself so much, did he have any doubts?

When he put down his hand again, his brown eyes turned into deep black, and with a slight movement, all the illusions of the whole person's concealment were broken. The ink-colored robe was decorated with gold patterns, and the waist-length hair was jet-black like a waterfall.Except for the eyes, the outline of the whole face has changed somewhat.The bridge of the nose is high and straight, the arc of the corner of the mouth is ironic and flamboyant, and the facial features are three-dimensional and distinct.

In Jiu Ling's words, they are worthy of his eyes.

And this bedroom is not like an ordinary mortal. It is surrounded by clouds and mist, and the space is unknown. The most eye-catching thing is an ancient tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, which is as thick as two people hugging each other. The birds are chirping to welcome their masters.

In the distance, there is also a faint palace, built by Lingyu, with Dao marks circulating, and its momentum is extraordinary.Everyone who practices it knows that it is a space of its own!And it was during this period of declining spiritual power, Mo Weiming actually placed a small world full of spiritual energy and the fragrance of birds and flowers in his bedroom!

In fact, strictly speaking, it is not the world. Even if the creatures here are a little smarter than the outside world, they are not enlightened.

Mo Weiming patted the little red bird that landed on his shoulder, lightly jumped and sat on the old tree, and with a touch of his hand, the situation in the next room came out.

Jiu Ling slept soundly, almost motionless.Mo Weiming was not in a hurry, and just looked at him motionless until, at dawn of the second day, when the first ray of sunlight appeared, a faint purple aura poured into his body without any manipulation.

Jiu Ling frowned slightly, and the frown became tighter, "Mo Mo, no, no, I don't, Mo Mo, Mo Mo..."

Mo Weiming's whole body trembled, the little red bird was shocked by his uncontrollable breath, shivering, and dared not come again.

"Hahahaha, Jiuling, Jiuling, Daoist Menghong! Hello, you are so kind!" There seemed to be a monstrous hatred in his eyes, but upon closer inspection, there was still a bit of attachment and grievance.The desperation and pain after being betrayed that had been locked in the bottom of my heart poured out as if a valve had been opened at this moment, giving people a feeling of drowning and suffocation.

In a flash, the man came to Jiuling's bed, gently stroked Jiuling's face with his slender hands, and whispered softly: "You just came to me like this? Tell me, what should I do with you!"

Killed, reluctant.Keeping it makes me feel uncomfortable.

And Jiu Ling is too familiar with this breath, even if it is killing intent, he can't raise his defenses.

When Mo Weiming struggled several times to put his hand on his neck and walk back, Jiuling hugged his arm directly, "Mo Mo, Mo Mo, it's not me, listen to my explanation."

Look carefully, people are not awake yet.

Mo Weiming paused, with some inexplicable expectation in his eyes, which was suppressed by himself again.Repeated several times, struggling very much.

In the end, Mo Weiming pressed close to his ear and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, you explain, I'll listen." After speaking, he hesitated for a while, and cast a spell on him to immerse him in the Sleeping, unable to wake up.

Jiu Ling rubbed the hand he was holding rather attached, and his expression relaxed a lot, "They promised me that as long as, as long as I solve the matter of the change of heaven and the loss of spiritual power, they will not shoot you. As a result, wait After I gave up my cultivation to give back to the Dao of Heaven, I came out again to know, to know you..." At this point, there was a trace of pain and struggle between Jiu Ling's brows.

And Mo Weiming's whole body was like a lightning strike, and he believed it without the slightest hesitation.It turned out that it really looked like this in that chaotic land!Cramps and bones, how much pain he must have to ignore himself!Pay it yourself, pay it yourself...

No wonder, no wonder he was burdened with curse chains, no wonder he had no aura.

How dare those people!

However, before Mo Weiming could finish his anger, he was brought back to his senses by Jiuling's struggle. The man's arm holding him was so strong that he even felt pain.

But no matter how painful it is, it can't compare to the heartache for Jiuling.

He hugged him into his arms with such light force that he seemed afraid of crushing him.Even though there are waves in the eyes, the tone is still soft: "It's okay, I'm fine, Lingling don't worry, sleep well, I won't let anyone bully you again, it's okay..."

Under Mo Weiming's comfort, Jiu Ling finally calmed down, and his breathing gradually slowed down.After Jiuling fell asleep peacefully again, Mo Weiming covered him with the quilt, kissed him lightly on the lips, put away the curse and went back to his room.

As soon as he went back, Mo Weiming slapped his palm in the air, the whole small world trembled twice, and all creatures fell silent.

"How dare? How dare they!" Mo Weiming had a hard time imagining what Jiu Ling had gone through these years.Son of Heaven, but because of me..., I have hated him for so many years!

Thinking of the curse chain on his body, and the bruises from previous bumps, he should be the most noble person in the world, but he has experienced such a life for many years.Mo Weiming felt that he deserved to die, so he slapped himself directly, and his dark eyes were a little red.

And the group of gods in the sky, what a good idea they played, this account will have to be settled sooner or later...

When Mo Weiming was alone and calm, Jiu Ling didn't know anything, but when he woke up, it was dawn.

Touching the corners of his eyes, there were still tears, Jiu Ling smiled bitterly, but this time he didn't wake up directly, and seemed to hear the comfort of that person, is it considered progress?

He said he was very good, but he must be very good!

Sitting on the bed and thinking for a while, Jiu Ling sighed. After so many years of searching, I am afraid that the person has been reincarnated for hundreds of generations.If you can't force it, you still have to look forward to life.

After the psychological training was over, Jiu Ling breathed a sigh of relief and walked out.

And Mo Weiming, who had already recovered, was already waiting in the lobby.

This time on the table is not simple milk bread, four dishes and one soup, very rich.

Seeing Jiuling coming out, Mo Weiming laughed lightly, "Fellow Daoist, would you like to say good morning?"

Jiu Ling glanced at the sunshine outside, and smiled at Mo Weiming, "Wei Ming, stop teasing me." As he spoke, he looked at a table of breakfast, "Is this made by Wei Ming himself? It looks very good."

Mo Weiming let out a soft "heh" and nodded without saying anything, "Let's eat."

What Jiu Ling said just now was not a compliment, the three dishes and one soup really looked very good.However, after picking up the first chopsticks, his expression became a little weird when chewing, "Wei Ming, this is, did you put any salt?"

Mo Weiming chuckled and raised his eyebrows, "You don't like it? I thought people like you would like lighter things."

Jiu Ling is a little helpless, he really likes light food, but without salt...

Mo Weiming also took a sip, and instantly understood Jiuling's expression, "Forget it, it's my fault. Don't eat it, let's go out and buy some." After saying that, he was about to throw these things away.

Jiu Ling hurriedly took his hand, "Don't, you can eat it when you return to the pot."

Mo Weiming looked a little weird, "You can also cook?"

Jiuling laughed again, "No."

Seeing Mo Weiming's speechless expression, Jiu Ling added, "I believe in you."

Mo Weiming's expression flickered, but he quickly covered it up, leaned back, leaned on the stool, and said lazily: "Okay, I will save face for you, and I will rescue it when I come back next time. But it is too late this morning. , Go out and buy some. The special management department also has a cafeteria, but it’s not good to eat in the cafeteria on the first day you go.”

Jiu Ling nodded, "Then let's go there now? By the way, where is Shen Yao?"

"Heh!" Mo Weiming looked disdainful, "Don't worry, let's go first."

To be friends with Mo Weiming, Shen Yao is also fine!

Now that Mo Weiming had spoken, Jiu Ling didn't say much, and followed Mo Weiming out wearing a coat.Then, he saw the car that Mo Weiming let out from his sleeve, which was said to be modified by Young Master Ling.

"Wei Ming, let's discuss it?" Jiu Ling said with a smile.

Mo Weiming probably knew what he wanted to say, and nodded with a smile, "Let's talk."

"Can you drive slower? This car." Jiu Ling put forward his request.

Mo Weiming smiled "haha", and took out another helmet for Jiuling to put on, "Hold me tight later, just lie on me, remember not to stick your head out."

After speaking, he had already sat in the car first.

Before Jiu Ling could react, he was put on a helmet. Seeing his posture, he couldn't say anything, so he could only resign himself to his fate and sit in the car.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that when I wake up, Mo Weiming's attitude towards himself has changed a lot.

It's a very subtle feeling, although Mo Weiming still smiles and teases the same way, but he just feels, um, less defensive.Yes, it is a lot closer.

Is this the result of living together?Mo Weiming's vigilance...

And when Jiu Ling hugged Mo Weiming's waist, he obviously felt that the latter was stiff, and just about to let go, Mo Weiming squeezed his wrist, "Hold tight." Then, he drove away.

At this moment, Jiuling couldn't figure out what Mo Weiming was thinking.But when the wind whizzed by his ears, Jiu Ling gave up thinking about Mo Weiming.

To be honest, I didn't feel bad this time.However, Jiuling has a psychological shadow.

These years have passed, and there are not many things that can touch Jiuling.Happily, motorcycles are one.

As for Shen Yao mentioned by Jiu Ling, he was still sleeping soundly in the guest bedroom of Mo Weiming's house.

Last night I spent a long time chasing the palace drama of the Qing Dynasty. When I woke up, the sun was almost at the top of my head.

Looking at the time, Shen Yao decided to give up, since he was late going back anyway, why not tidy up and have breakfast?Or lunch?

And when Shen Yao came out of the room and saw the table of dishes, tears streamed down his face instantly.

Mo Weiming really deserves to be his good brother, he still remembers to leave breakfast for himself.Although it looks cold, it doesn't hinder this is a heart, doesn't it!

After taking the first mouthful, Shen Yao spit it out directly, "This damn..." Forgive Young Master Shen for never eating food without salt.

I tasted every dish, except that the soup can be eaten, forget everything else.

Shen Yao suspected that this was a prank by Mo Weiming, so he drank a few mouthfuls of soup, angrily cleared the table, and decided to have a good argument with Mo Weiming later.

In the end, the first meal commemorating the cohabitation still could not be salvaged...