Dressed as a male protagonist

Wei Ling never expected that the two of them would meet again in such a situation. Before he had time to think about anything, he was pinched and almost died on the spot.

Fortunately, Lu Wuchen let go at the last moment, pinched him by the shoulders and threw him against the ice wall, panting heavily: "Wei Ling"

Wei Ling ignored the burning and burning pain in his throat, and immediately responded, "It's me."

He didn't know what happened to Lu Wuchen, and what was his memory at this time, so he could only try to explain: "Whether you still remember the past or not, let go of your hand first, and I won't hurt you."

Lu Wuchen sneered with red eyes: "It's up to you?"

As soon as Wei Ling heard this, he knew that Lu Wuchen hadn't recovered his memory, so he quickly said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, I can't hurt you. I don't even have any spiritual power now, so you can rest assured."

Because of the special environment of the ice field, Immortal Ancestor Hongmeng deliberately sealed his power before he left.He was eager to find Lu Wuchen at that time, and he didn't ask Immortal Ancestor Hongmeng what to do if he was in danger without spiritual power.

Fortunately, the biggest danger he encountered turned out to be Lu Wuchen.

"I'm here to help you." Wei Ling looked at Lu Wuchen's red eyes and faintly pulsating veins, and for a moment his heart ached like it was being scraped by a blade.

Lu Wuchen let out a soft hoot, leaned close to Wei Ling's ear and said, "Help me? Dare I ask Master how you want to help me?"

Wei Ling glanced sideways at him subconsciously, seeing that there was thin sweat on his forehead, his eyes froze, and finally realized the strangeness.

It turned out that Lu Wuchen was only wearing a black robe at this time, and the skirt was not even sealed, revealing his chest.Wearing a pair of trousers, wet, obviously pitching a tent in a pinch.

Wei Ling's face turned red and then pale, and finally turned blue and white.

"Why don't you talk?" Lu Wuchen narrowed his eyes, looked at Wei Ling's delicate earlobes with a cold expression, and said in a stern tone, "Since you sent it to the door yourself, then don't blame the apprentice for being rude!"

As he spoke, he pushed Wei Ling into the lake beside him, threw him straight into the lake, and then jumped down immediately and pressed him into the shallow water.

As soon as Wei Ling fell into the lake, he was immediately gasped by the iron-like extreme cold, unable to take a breath for a long time, and then Lu Wuchen pinched his shoulders and pressed him into the shallow water, wishing he could faint on the spot up.

But Lu Wuchen obviously wouldn't let him freeze to death so easily.

"It seems that the master is still so afraid of the cold. So, I don't know what is the reason why the master came to this forbidden place from a thousand miles away without spiritual protection?" Lu Wuchen spoke slowly with the corners of his lips curled up. Wei Ling was talking, but the actions of his subordinates were far less gentle and contemptuous than his tone of voice.

Wei Ling's face was faintly purple from the cold of the lake water. He shook his hands to stop Lu Wuchen's raging hand, but before he could grab it, his clothes were suddenly torn.

"What are you doing?" Wei Ling was really frightened now.

He grabbed Lu Wuchen's hand and put it on his neck, shaking his already purple lips and said: "I have no spiritual power, you are here... I will die."

Lu Wuchen slowly opened his mouth, revealing a hair-raising smile.

"You're dead...what do I care about?" He slowly tightened his hands, holding Wei Ling's slender neck in his palm, and said softly, "As long as you don't die before I'm happy."

Wei Ling was stunned, and a chill that was a hundred times, a thousand times colder than this ice bucket lake instantly spread from the bottom of his heart to his limbs and bones, freezing him until his brain froze and his heart stopped suddenly.

"Lu Wuchen..." he trembled, "I am not only your teacher..."

His final note was still hovering in the air, and Lu Wuchen had already tightly gagged his mouth.

Wei Ling could feel Lu Wuchen's violence and impatience.

The clothes on his body were torn apart by the other party in just one breath. The two bodies were pressed together, and the scorching heat from Lu Wuchen's body was transmitted to him through the attached skin, making him unconscious. Pain gradually returned to limbs.

Uncontrollably, Wei Ling felt a sense of pain and despair.

Without love, there is desire.

In Lu Wuchen's eyes at this time, he was just a tool to vent his desire.

No, not even a tool for expressing desire.

At least the tool of lust sometimes gets the attention or pity of the master, but all he gets is rough treatment and ferocious eyes that want to tear him apart and then devour him into his belly.

Lu, nothing, dust.

Wei Ling looked at the young man acting on his body, chewed these three words in his heart, and then swallowed them, repeating and agitating them over and over again.Because only in this way can he restrain the urge to push the opponent away, and grit his teeth to bear the fierce impact of the opponent.

He didn't want to do this, but he had to.

Because it was obvious that Lu Wuchen had taken some extremely powerful drug.

The time was stretched infinitely in Wei Ling's mind. Although it was only half an hour, he felt that dozens of centuries had passed, and he even felt like he was going to die of old age.

It wasn't until Lu Wuchen lay down on him and gave a low laugh that he regained his sanity amidst the endless pain.

"I see."

Lu Wuchen felt the violent spiritual power gradually being calmed down, and the pure power that began to fill his body, and said in a low voice, "Master is actually born with a chaotic body, which really surprises my disciples."

Hearing this, Wei Ling tensed up uncontrollably, provoking Lu Wuchen to let out a muffled groan, and moved harder on Wei Ling.

Unable to control it anymore, Wei Ling reached out and clasped the back of Lu Wuchen's neck, and said in a trembling voice: "I am an innate chaotic body, so what? You chose mine because... I am an innate chaotic body." ?"

Lu Wuchen squinted his eyes, glanced at the person below him inexplicably, and let out a contemptuous sneer.

"joke."

"It's just a cauldron, and you still want to get mercy?"

"Master, have you forgotten how you struggled in my hands just now?"

Wei Ling's hand on the back of Lu Wuchen's neck slowly slipped down.

What he asked and what Lu Wuchen answered seemed to be the same question, but they were actually not the same question.

Zhaoyue said that Lu Wuchen knew that he was born with a chaotic body, and he even quarreled with Zhaoyue for this.But judging from Lu Wuchen's reaction at this time, even if Lu Wuchen didn't know that he was a natural cauldron at the beginning, he must have known about it after getting married with him.

If so, why didn't he tell him?

Wei Ling didn't dare to think deeply about the possibility.

He remembered Lu Wuchen's obvious guard against him and the disgust hidden in his eyes when he just came back from time travel.

The two of them were supposed to be mortal enemies. Even with Wei Ling returning to his throne, the relationship between the two of them should not have developed to the point of lovers.

All the changes stem from Lu Wuchen's wanton entanglement and pressing every step after he once again worshiped him as his teacher.

And... the most important thing, the wonderful sound clock.

Why did the Miaoyin bell suddenly split into two, with one half entering his body and the other half staying in Lu Wuchen's place?Without Lu Wuchen's prompting, would Miaoyinzhong really endure the torture of being divided into two, just to connect him with Lu Wuchen?

These questions that I couldn't figure out before no matter how I thought about them, now combined with my innate chaotic body, they are so reasonable.

Because of the discovery of his innate chaotic body, Lu Wuchen's sudden obsession and pursuit, and Miaoyinzhong's split into two took the opportunity to double repair.

What a desperate guess.

But Wei Ling couldn't think of any reason or evidence to refute this guess.

"What is Master thinking?" Lu Wuchen pulled Wei Ling's hair, forcing him to look up at him, with a cruel smile on his lips, "Do you want someone to save you? Or are you thinking about how to please me?"

He let go of Wei Ling's hair, gradually moved his palms down, regained control of Wei Ling's neck, fixed him under his body, and then moved his other hand to his abdomen, pressing harder and harder.

Wei Ling suddenly felt so painful that his limbs went numb and his whole body trembled.

Then his hand moved down a little: "Here... am I too rough or too gentle, making you feel nothing?"

Wei Ling's teeth were chattering, his eyelashes were shaking constantly, and he wanted to speak, but he didn't have the energy to open his mouth.

From the beginning to the present, apart from the pain and the bone-chilling cold, not to mention the pleasure, even the life is disappearing, so why talk about other things?

Lu Wuchen licked his lips and smiled horribly: "It seems that Master has quite high requirements for a bed partner." He slowly lowered/body, licked Wei Ling's earlobe and said, "I don't know the place in the Silent Forest. Are you much smarter than me?"

Wei Ling suddenly laughed.

Although the laugh was extremely low, it was still heard by Lu Wuchen who was lying next to his ear.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Wuchen tightened his hands around his neck slightly, and immediately stopped Wei Ling's laughter.

Wei Ling closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "He is much smarter than you, at least he won't just care about his own pleasure, and don't care about my life or death."

Lu Wuchen's palms tightened suddenly, pinching Wei Ling until his face turned black and his veins burst out, and then he relaxed the restraint on him again.

"Don't provoke me."

After Lu Wuchen finished speaking every single word, he began to attack fiercely again.

But it was only a moment before Lu Wuchen noticed something was wrong with Wei Ling.

He deliberately ravaged Wei Ling's waist. Even a monk might not be able to bear the strength, but Wei Ling didn't respond at all.

At this moment, he finally realized that Wei Ling's body had reached its limit.

After being comatose for a whole year, plus the fact that he injured Zhaoyue's wounds a year ago as a cauldron, Wei Ling was already exhausted when he came here.

If it weren't for the obsession in his heart supporting him, he would have fallen down already.

But just now, when Lu Wuchen finished absorbing his essence, he really didn't have the strength to hold on any longer.

The overwhelming cold engulfed him, making his breathing difficult and his whole body stiff.

The mind is also fluttering, far away from the body.

Lu Wuchen withdrew from Wei Ling's body, steamed the lake water with luck, and walked a few steps into the deep water with Wei Ling in his arms.

He looked down at Wei Ling, whose eyes were closed tightly, with focused and intense eyes.

This person's face used to be the most odious existence to him, but holding him now, he seemed to have a treasure.

I don't want to let go, and I can't let go.

Because, the heart... will hurt.

Lu Wuchen didn't know what happened to him.From the moment he woke up in the Outer Worlds, he realized that he had become a little strange.For example, when you see a master you once hated, you will feel close, and when you see others hurting this hypocritical master, you will feel heartache and anger.

Even after eating the cold prison snow lotus, he was the one who wanted to possess it immediately because he had an irresistible desire because he couldn't refine it.

This is a man, and he is his mortal enemy.

Lu Wuchen pursed his lips and secretly warned himself, but the movements of his hands were completely against his wishes.

He carefully used his spiritual power to nourish Wei Ling's body, and when the other's brows were loose and his eyelashes were trembling, he lowered his head and kissed him.

As soon as Wei Ling woke up, he felt his tongue churning in his mouth.

He reached out and grabbed the opponent's hair, grasping hard, trying to pull the opponent off his body.

Then he was brought back to the shallow water beach, turned over and pressed to the ground.

"Lu Wuchen!" Wei Ling wanted to turn around, but was grabbed by the neck and pressed hard to the ground.

He understood that Lu Wuchen didn't want to see his face.

But he couldn't let Lu Wuchen get what he wanted, he hated such a posture.This posture was too contemptuous for him, like a beast being crushed and violated on the ground, without any dignity at all.

He struggled to get out of Lu Wuchen's control, and even choked on it.

Lu Wuchen paused for a moment, his conscience felt normal, he grabbed Wei Ling's waist and brought him up, half of his upper body lying on the waterless area.

Wei Ling was shivered by the ice in the anhydrous area, and the little body temperature that had just recovered quickly subsided.

Lu Wuchen covered himself up, trying to warm Wei Ling with the scalding heat.

But Wei Ling's eyes widened in an instant, and his whole body trembled.

"what is this?!"

He almost screamed out.

Under the crystal clear ice, through layers of ice, it was a familiar yet unfamiliar handsome face.She stared at Wei Ling with undisguised horror and despair in her eyes.

And beside her was another face that Wei Ling could never forget.

"Falling feathers!"