Kuiba Longming

The chief executive didn't sleep deeply, and woke up in a blink of an eye, his hand naturally slipped behind Long Ming's back and squeezed, feeling the person in his arms tremble slightly, he smiled in satisfaction, and waited for Kuiba to let go of his mouth reluctantly. , he turned that face again and slammed heavily, his voice was as magnetic as ever, "Aren't you in confinement? Why did you come to my house to sleep?"

"I have applied for a postponement of confinement." Long Ming rubbed his palms, then leaned into the chief director's arms again, and asked in a muffled voice, "I am no longer in charge of the mirror image case...why didn't you drive me away? "

The director paused for a moment, and his tone was still relaxed, "Why should I drive you away?" His arms tightened for no reason, and he immediately relaxed his muscles after realizing it.

Long Ming sat up, covered his ears irritably, the surroundings started to quarrel again...the quarrel made people uneasy, "I'm useless...I know...you don't remember me..."

The general manager didn't speak, just looked at Long Ming's back with a smile on his head.

"I can't help you," Long Ming continued.

The director nodded, "Don't you like me very much? Why can't you help me?"

Long Ming pressed his head, gritted his teeth, couldn't say anything because of the headache, so he knocked his head hard...

"Longming?" The smile on the chief's face disappeared, and he reached out to hold Kuiba's wrist, "What's wrong?"

"Don't leave me, okay?" Long Ming endured a severe headache and hugged him forcefully, "I don't want to leave you."

The chief stroking Kuiba's back seemed to hold back something, "...you wait a little longer."

In the noisy surroundings, Quiba tried to distinguish his voice, and he was at a loss, "What are you waiting for?"

"..." The chief didn't speak, lowered his eyes and pulled Long Ming away.

"Jiang Huang..." Long Ming became visibly flustered, and the chief executive looked at him indifferently, "It's late at night, let's go back."

"I……"

"Has the general noticed what happened to the Asian Federation?"

The blood and tears on Long Ming's face dripped onto the bed, "I didn't tell him...Jiang Huang..."

"Can you say it has nothing to do with you?" The chief executive said with a smile.

"..." Long Ming and the chief executive looked at each other for a long time, then lowered their heads and took his hand, kissed him lightly, holding their fingers in despair and powerlessly, and murmured, "I know...you should hate me... It’s okay if you don’t remember.”

Long Ming left the chief executive's house in a daze. Jiang Languang, who hadn't slept in the middle of the night, caught a glimpse of Jiang Huang's back sitting alone on the bed through the crack of the door, "Brother..." He opened the door a little, and called out hesitantly.

"It's okay, you go to sleep," the chief executive's voice sounded a little calmer than usual, but there was no major emotional change, Jiang Languang nodded, put his hand on the door and slowly closed the door gap.

"Blue light..." Jiang Huang suddenly turned his head, his face hidden in the shadows, "Come here."

Jiang Languang walked to the bed in doubt, stretched out his slender arms and embraced him in a warm embrace, "Brother?"

"Let me hug you, I'll be fine soon..." The director's voice was tinged with hoarseness by the passion and complexity in his eyes, and even his breathing was a little scorching.

Quiba, who didn't go far, listened to the past conversations that were not covered up by countless breathing sounds, and his footsteps gradually sank.

……

In the secret basement, the old cultivator wearing a complicated robe looked at the consul in front of him, "Is there anything unusual about him?"

"Master Jiang Huang, everything is as usual," the consul replied with his head bowed respectfully.

"Since the barrier of the mirror world was opened, his power to stay here has become less and less... If one day he breaks the seal, the secret sect may cease to exist," the cultivator stood up with a part of his leg missing. Leaning on a cane at the time, his movements were stiff and slow, and his beard trembled in front of him, "All these changes are caused by the opening of the mirror world, but the mirror world will always close, but the root of the curse is still there... Mu Yan, do you know what the root of the curse is?" ?"

Consul Mu lowered his head and cautiously guessed, "Is it... Grandmaster?"

"You are quite courageous, but this is not my answer. The root of the disaster should be the one that can make all the problems disappear after being solved. Your ancestor is the foundation of the secret sect today. He cannot be moved or changed. What we have to do , is to maintain the status quo of your ancestor, and get rid of that curse, that variable that has been dormant for thousands of years..." The cultivator's words were gloomy and cold, and Mu Yan looked at his old face with loose skin and flesh that could barely see the facial features clearly. , "Your Excellency, do you want to...get rid of that Kuiba?"

"It's time to die, the body of the extreme yang can be pulled out, thankfully he can bear it...Mu Yan, we should do something for the secret sect and your ancestor, let that dead man die again, for him , For Jiang Huang, it's all a good thing... Remember to keep your hands and feet clean, so don't make your master suspicious," the cultivator finished speaking gloomily, and the consul agreed.

He paused and stopped him again, "Mu Yan...don't let him die too hard...he is of the same generation as your master ancestor, how can you say he is your elder...It's a pity to think about it, if it weren't for you Master, he should be good, but now he has ended up like this."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Mu Yan raised his hand and bowed, and left the basement.

His Excellency sat back on the chair in a senile manner, as if he was about to die in the next second, still muttering, "Jiang Huang, Jiang Huang...you are such a scourge...you killed one after another, and even he escaped. not drop..."

……

Jiang Huang took care of a few pots of flowers growing indoors in the morning. The moment he put down the kettle, his heart skipped a beat. He was inexplicably uncomfortable. He seemed to have a premonition of something. He glanced at Jiang Languang who was playing games in the living room. , shaking his head, thinking too much?He doesn't plan to go out today, Blu-ray will be fine.