The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

Mo Daosang frowned again and woke up from his sleep. He didn't know whether it was because the effect of the naercao hadn't passed last time, or because he hadn't had a good rest recently, so he had such a weird dream.

However, not long after he regained consciousness, before he had time to sort out the thoughts in the dream, the tingling sensation in his body revived, and his complexion immediately became worse.

Xiao Yanzi carefully comforted his master host: "Master host, don't be too sad, take care of yourself, three months are almost here."

Mo Daosang smiled: "Why don't I see that I can still talk to you like this now?" He doesn't know whether to admire the perversion of this magic skill now, for such a serious injury as severed limbs, it will take about ten days to heal. Can recover, of course, Lin Wentian can't really let him recover too well to have a chance to escape, so every seven days, he will suffer from the pain of broken bones again.

If it weren't for the strong will, complete collapse is also possible.

In addition, every time Lin Wentian made a move, in order to prevent him from biting himself, he would lend him his shoulder. Although Mo Daosang couldn't see it behind a layer of clothes, he knew from the bloody smell in his mouth every time. There are already circles of tooth marks stacked together, and it must be really hard to see.

But also thanks to his body, that absurd wedding was finally not formally carried out.

Even when he was lying on the same bed at night, afraid of hurting him, Lin Wentian always behaved himself.

His Beacon Hall is incomparable to others, but when it comes to the bed, it is really too big.

In fact, after all, Lin Wentian still doesn't fully trust him now. They both know how much water is mixed in his obedient attitude.

However, he doesn't need to be true, it's enough.

After a moment of silence, the door was pushed open again, and footsteps walked through the hall accompanied by the smell of meat, and finally stopped by his bed.

Enduring it, Mo Daosang still opened his eyes and looked at it. Not surprisingly, it was the face of Lin Wentian who was tired of seeing it recently. It has a texture that is almost stone, and it is very attractive to set off his distinct eyebrows and eyes.

But so what, no matter how beautiful something is, when you are forced to face him all the time, it will only feel like an eyesore.

Lin Wentian carried a small porcelain altar with a bowl and spoon in the other hand and smiled like a good and reliable husband, and put the things on the small table next to him to help Mo Daosang: "Junhui, I let the kitchen cook it for you." Bone soup, drink some, you have been injured and your internal energy is not running smoothly, how can you do it without these external supplements."

Mo Daosang scolded Lin Wentian in his heart that he was sick, but he asked him to help him up without any reaction on his face.

Mo Daosang gritted his teeth when the bone in his leg was affected. Even if he got used to this feeling recently and sometimes even felt the pain was exhilarating, the instinctive chills in his body could not be stopped.

Lin Wentian lowered his voice to comfort him with concern, Mo Daosang even seemed to hear a love story that sounded very sweet and made people blush and heartbeat.

Xiao Yanzi felt that he couldn't stand the whole system, so he worriedly reminded his host: "Master Host, think about what Lord You Guardian has done, you must stand firm and don't be deceived."

Mo Daosang said lightly that he knew it, but he had to admire Lin Wentian's methods. He took care of everything patiently and meticulously, and he was afraid that such torture would no longer be unbearable.

If he hadn't had a purpose, and deliberately urged his internal energy to make himself more painful, he probably felt quite comfortable staying for a while longer.

When you were held in his arms, it was as if you were the only one left in his eyes from now on. The joy of being lifted to the top, how should I put it, Mo Daosang is really hard to describe.

After supporting Mo Daosang to lie down, Lin Wentian did not let go, but lifted his own weight closer to it. Mo Daosang didn't care about him at all, but he could still clearly feel his crazily exerting force. However, he was repressed unwillingly, but more satisfied.

There was even an involuntary tremor of muscles from the place where the clothes were close together.

Closing his eyes and hugging Mo Daosang for a long time, Lin Wencai finally rubbed his forehead against his ear temples reluctantly, and backed away.

Then he began to pour out the soup with a spoon in the porcelain altar with a calm demeanor. The shredded meat floated and sank in the light brown soup. It came to Mo Daosang's mouth, but he raised his head with the spoon, and just looking at Mo Daosang, he couldn't hold back the genuine affection on his body.

He couldn't hide his eyes from staring at Mo Daosang, until he suddenly realized his actions for some reason, then restrained himself a little, and said: "Junhui, the soup is almost dry, this time I don't want to brag about you. Drink it, come and have a taste, okay?"

Mo Daosang couldn't bear to look directly at him, but it didn't affect him at all to maintain his aloof appearance, just like he drank the spoonful of soup in a face-saving manner, and it was no different from him lying down and ignoring him.

It's just that Mo Daosang's heart is like this at the moment: "Where did Lin Wentian find the cook? Didn't he go to the palace to rob the imperial cook? If he robs a lot, can I abduct one in the future?"

Xiao Yanzi was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Mo Daosang said, staring at the bowl of soup became even more eager, angry, why didn't he respond to the information he applied for the body, and why did the host who followed this time Adult food luck is always so good.

Xiao Yanzi was so angry that he just wanted to go back to the headquarters immediately to find his team leader, crying, making trouble, and hanged himself.

Wait, this crying is easy to talk about, what to do if you hang yourself, so desperate, how can he still be a system without a body.

Lin Wentian kept watching his face, but he didn't see anything, so he didn't know what to do. He never figured out whether Mo Daosang really cared about his appetite, so this trick he just I tried it out with the mentality of breaking the jar.

Moreover, as the leader of the Demon Cult, Mo Daosang, it was really difficult for the things he gave him to shine.

He just continued to watch and feed, and before he knew it, the bowl of soup was drained, but Lin Wentian still couldn't find any flaws in Mo Daosang, so he could only force himself to express the frustration in his heart, and put the bowl aside. Wiping the corners of Mo Daosang's mouth, he laughed again in just a moment, and said, "Junhui, before I came to look for you today, I met an interesting story, let me tell you about it."

Then, as if he was afraid that Mo Daosang would refuse, he hurriedly continued: "In the small inn outside Lin'an City, Junhui, when you gave the fruit to everyone, remember that we talked about the rumor of your fruit? It's the one who eats it. People who have greatly increased their skills after eating your fruit have come to the Devil's Cult today."

It's rare for Modusang to be interested, why?Did this person taste the sweetness and wanted to beg him to give up some more?If it was true, he could think about it and study how the fruit worked, since he couldn't feel any changes after eating it before.

Lin Wentian probably stayed away this time, and finally saw his expected reaction, so he felt relieved. Last time he really angered Mo Dao-sang, if he could win Mo Dao-sang a little bit like now With Sang's tolerance, they still have a future, even if it takes longer, he is willing.

So Lin Wentian hanged him deliberately, and said in a sour tone: "I don't know that Junhui is so generous, you may have never given me one before." He was still dissatisfied and wanted to go over to find out. San's fingertips.

But Mo Daosang didn't know whether it was true or not. He didn't dare to exert any force at all, but when he touched Mo Daosang, he showed an unbearable expression, so he had to move away slowly.

Then stop talking.

There was a bit of embarrassment in the room, Mo Daosang simply didn't know what he wanted to do, glanced over and saw the now powerful leader of the Demon Cult picked up his jar again, gritted his teeth and held his breath as if he was about to leave The look of being reluctant to speak.

This time Mo Daosang finally didn't want to bear it any longer, and smiled obediently.

Lin Wentian looked at the soft face in front of him that seemed to never treat him again and changed in vain. For a moment, his body consciousness seemed to sink into the bottom of the lake. With the sound of the quiet water, he continued to fall, but his heart was on fire. Liao Liao felt uncomfortable, and if he couldn't control what he said, he would rush out of his heart and lungs.

That face that was paler than before seemed to be a little bloody, and he couldn't help thinking of the most tender lotus flower that bloomed in the lotus pond last year.

No, not half as much as him.

His fingers jumped uncontrollably, and he pressed hard to hold it still.

Mo Daosang only smiled for a moment, and then he was forced to frown by the pain. After the pain passed, his face became calm again.

But Lin Wentian faced his indifference at this moment, but he couldn't get rid of his smile like a flower in his mind. In addition, since Mo Daosang broke through the ninth level, he has always treated people kindly and kindly, leaving him The impression was also the deepest, so the expression that made him feel uncomfortable just now was surprisingly peaceful.

"Junhui, you..." Do you feel pain?

He suddenly felt his own guilt, and the guilt that he had been repeatedly suppressing deep in his heart suddenly counterattacked, and it was so turbulent that he had no power to resist love at all.

At this moment, he could just let him die directly.

Mo Daosang could see it naturally, but he didn't speak. Sure enough, after a short while, Lin Wentian's emotions were suppressed by him again, but compared to before, the love was more straightforward.

"What's the matter with that person?" Modausang asked suddenly.

Lin Wentian didn't know what to say. When Mo Daosang asked, he was stunned for a while, and then he was pleasantly surprised that Mo Daosang actually talked to him, so he immediately answered him: "In fact, that person is very handsome. , It's just that I have been suppressed by my family all the time, so I have too low self-esteem. Once I was designed to eat this fruit by mistake, my confidence was greatly increased, and I was able to break through in one fell swoop."

In fact, in order to talk to Mo Daosang for a while, he inquired thoroughly about this person's life and family, but now that Mo Daosang is so concerned, he just wants to bring it in general, and he doesn't want to mention a word.

Sure enough, Mo Daosang didn't ask any more questions, and just said: "In a few days, this deity will go to the orchard, you can arrange it."