Kuiba Longming

Art received contact from the occult consul

It is said that their agents beat up several low-level cultivators, and now they can't get out of bed.

Long Ming was forcibly called back on the way.

"It's obviously a misunderstanding. Why did you hit your hand so hard?" The occult cultivator took a photo of the wounded on the table, "Four of the six people couldn't get out of bed! How are you going to take responsibility?"

Long Ming sat on the chair and frowned restlessly, his tone was stiff, "They didn't say it was a misunderstanding, and they didn't explain why they followed me, I..."

"You can arrest people and take them to prison. What's the matter with beating people? Do you think it will pass if you explain it this way? The person who accidentally beat up the secret sect today said that we didn't explain it. Did you accidentally kill someone tomorrow?" A bunch of ordinary people can also say that they didn't explain their identities clearly?" The representatives sent by the secret sect had a tough attitude and were quite philistine.

Long Ming clenched his fingers a little, but did not respond, the door of the reception room opened, the general walked in, watched the representative of the Secret Sect sit down, "What does the Secret Sect want to explain..."

After debating for a long time, the secret sect reconciled and asked Long Ming to apologize in person, and to confine him for two days.

The re-examination of the mirror incident forced the agent to be replaced.

Long Ming stayed in Yate's confinement room, a little uneasy, should he tell the general... the tragedy in the mirror image is related to the Asian League?

……

"Director..." Miria submitted a report with an ugly face, "The parallel barrier between the mirror world and us shows signs of collapse."

Jiang Huang raised his eyes from the table to Miria's face, "Can you find the initial collapse point?"

"Still looking...the cultivators of the Secret Sect also intervened in the restoration, how did they know?" Although Miria is a deputy director, her qualifications and rank are not enough to know the relationship between the Secret Sect and the Asian League. In her eyes, the mystery seems to come from the time and space of a distant ancient country.

Jiang Huang rubbed his chin, "Don't worry about them, just organize good people to close the mirror world."

"Director...don't we really need to focus on that burst of energy? If we do it again, I'm afraid the shutdown will still fail."

"No need, just do as I say."

"Okay, Director," Miria nodded and turned to leave.

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The doorbell rang suddenly, and Jiang Languang walked to the door suspiciously, opened the door without looking at the peephole, and there was a tall man standing at the door.

"Longming?" Jiang Languang patted Kuiba with his eyes wide open, and asked in surprise after confirming that he was a real person, "Why did you come here? No...how did you come from the door?"

"Is Jiang Huang there?" Long Ming looked past Jiang Languang and looked into the room.

Jiang Languang pulled him in and said, "My brother has gone out, and I don't know when he will come back, but it should be soon, do you want something to drink?"

"No need," Long Ming was pulled into the living room by Jiang Languang and sat down on the sofa.

"Well... I have to take medicine, wait for me, I'll pour you a glass of water," Jiang Languang turned and went to the back, Long Ming sat on the sofa tiredly, it seemed that it was not as noisy as outside, he half I looked at the floor with my eyes open... I'm so sleepy... I've been insomnia for a few days again, and I really want to sleep for a while... I have a terrible headache, Jiang Huang shouldn't be coming back soon, right?It's better to find a place to sleep first... Long Ming stood up, pressed his head and walked out.

Jiang Languang took the medicine and returned to the living room with water. There was no one on the sofa. He lowered his eyes in frustration, "Are you leaving?"

He was alone in the room again, deserted.

Jiang Languang played games boringly for a while, and finally curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

The orange light pierced through the eyelids, the blue light opened his eyes, and saw the shining chandelier on the ceiling, the outside of the window had become pitch black, Jiang Huang walked to the sofa, took off his white gloves and touched his head, " Did you just fall asleep?"

"Hmm... brother... I'm hungry..." Jiang Languang rested his chin on the back of the sofa and looked at Jiang Huang.

"I'll bring you something to eat, get up, wash your hands and go to the restaurant," Jiang Huang said softly, lifting the food box in his hand.

"Oh," Jiang Languang stood up with a smile, ran to wash his hands and got into the restaurant, vaguely feeling as if he had forgotten something... It should be okay, right?

"It smells so good..." Jiang Languang couldn't hold back his saliva when he smelled the barbecue.

After helping to heat up the food, the general manager went upstairs to take a shower by himself.

After soaking for half an hour, I slowly left the bathroom.

Wrapping a bath towel around her steamy body, she returned to the bedroom.

Turn on the dim light, the white quilt on the bed is covered with ups and downs, probably a person, the chief executive narrowed his eyes, and opened a corner, revealing his long white hair, it really is that Quebec.

"By the way, brother, I forgot to tell you that at noon today, Long Ming..." Jiang Languang hurried upstairs to the door of the room. Jiang Huang looked back at him and gestured for silence. After a while, he saw the figure under the quilt and nodded suddenly, he tiptoed to help close the door, and returned downstairs with a smile to continue eating and playing games.

"Jiang Huang..." Sleeping soundly, Long Ming murmured to himself, hugging the quilt tightly.

The general manager helped him cut his hair, and found that Quiba was sleeping with his face buried in the pillow again.

"Fool, aren't you afraid of suffocation?" The chief raised Quiba's head so that his face could be exposed.

Long Ming frowned in his sleep, wanting to return to the familiar smell, then turned his face back.

The chief executive rubbed that long hair helplessly... It felt good in the hand, and he stretched out his hand to rub it again, and the long white hair became a bit messy.

He lifted the quilt and lay down next to Kuiba, and was about to close his eyes when the man moved out his face, which he had refused to come out, and buried it in his arms, the chief smiled, and rubbed Long Ming's head again , closed his eyes.

The night fell into a deeper silence, Long Ming woke up, opened his eyes in a daze, looked up and saw a familiar face, subconsciously pulled the distance closer to his lips, and gently licked them.