Kuiba Longming

"My lord, the mission failed. Consul Mu Yan was seriously injured and he is still awake," the cultivator of the secret sect lowered his head and put the broken ancient sword on the table.

"...Go down," the old hand waved in the air, showing the weakness and oldness of the owner of this hand.

The cultivator breathed a sigh of relief and retreated outside.

The old man stood up, groping for the broken sword with his hands, deep worry could be seen on his wrinkled face, "Why bother..."

"Master? □□He's not here..." There was a voice outside.

The old man closed the box containing the broken sword and pushed it aside.

Jiang Huang pushed the door and entered with a smile on his face, "Master, isn't this here? Why don't you let me in?"

"I want to meditate for a while, and I told them not to be disturbed, how did I expect you to come..."

Jiang Huang glanced at the box on the table with his hands behind his back, "Come and see Master Uncle, and I want to get something back...Master Uncle remembers the sword you borrowed to see a while ago, right? Have you finished reading it? I want to get it back." go back."

"Cough, cough, cough..." The old man coughed as if he was about to fall apart, stopped tremblingly, and waved his hand at the smiling chief, "It's going to be a few days, I don't feel well these days, I haven't had any symptoms Take a look."

"Is that so?" Jiang Huang walked to the table, put his hand on the box, and tapped it lightly a few times, "Uncle Shi is not in good health, you should take a good rest, don't get tired, leave the affairs of the sect to Mu Yan Well... Strange, why didn't I see him today?"

"He's out, what happened to the mirror world?"

"Don't worry...it will be fine soon, there is no need for people from the secret sect to intervene."

"That's good..." The old man stared at Jiang Huang's hand on the wooden box, "Is there anything else?"

"It's gone..." Jiang Huang turned his back again.

The old man withdrew his gaze, "Jiang Huang... the secret sect can suppress many monsters in the world, all because of you... you must not let go of this responsibility, understand?"

Jiang Huang walked outside unhurriedly, "Thank you for the reminder, Uncle Han Zun, I still have something to do, so I won't stay any longer."

The old man looked at him and sighed, and murmured to himself, "...Using magic to control magic...does he understand?"

"Is your lord looking for me for something?" After Jiang Huang left, a woman's voice appeared outside the door.

"Is he not abnormal recently?"

"There is nothing unusual about the chief...but I have other discoveries..." The woman who walked in was wearing a black windbreaker and a mask, revealing only a pair of elegant deer-like eyes.

"The energy fluctuation that caused the failure of closing the mirror image last time was..." The voice behind it weakened, and could only be heard by the two people in the room. Han Zun's face became shocked, and every wrinkle contained an indescribable panic.

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"Ming?" A familiar voice spewed out from the warm tongue beside his ears, Long Ming frowned slightly, feeling a little itchy in his ears, he wanted to open his eyes but couldn't, the itch moved from his ears to his mouth little by little Side, body is also a little itchy.

"Hmm..." A voice came out of his mouth unconsciously...it felt a little strange...a saying suddenly came to mind, called a ghost crushing a bed...a corpse king, being crushed by a ghost?Long Ming wanted to struggle, but he just let out an extra cry.

The chief executive couldn't help touching the person on the bed, every inch of this person's skin with his fingertips could bring him an indescribable sense of satisfaction, even if he didn't respond, he was only wanting to wreak havoc between the other's lips and teeth Also trembling with excitement.

"Brother...you swollen Long Ming's mouth from biting..." Jiang Languang sat on the carpet holding a ball of fur and looked at Long Ming who was carried by Jiang Huang to the sofa.

"Is there?" The director looked down carefully, "It seems to be a little swollen..." He leaned down and kissed again, "It looks pretty."

"..." Jiang Languang lowered his head speechlessly and played with a ball of fur in his hand. It was a little gray chinchilla.

"Go to the back and I'll teach you a new spell," the chief executive got up and walked to the corridor. Jiang Languang put the chinchilla in the cage on the coffee table.

The two went to the study, and the chinchilla ran around in the cage, the cage fell to the ground with a slap, and the chinchilla ran out.

After a while, Jiang Languang came over with two messy pieces of yellow paper that he drew by himself, glanced at the cage that fell on the ground, and looked down for his newly bought chinchilla, "Huh? Where did it go?"

"Squeak..." There was a small sound on the sofa, Jiang Languang raised his head, and saw a fluffy gray mass crawling around Long Ming's body, and finally stopped to rub against Quiba's face, and touched his lips with the tip of his nose .

A slender hand picked up the chinchilla, Jiang Languang froze for a moment, "Brother..."

"Eat roasted mice at night..." The chief executive's voice was quite indifferent.

"That's just Totoro."

"It's not even a dragon..." The director flicked his hand, and the fat little fur ball was stuck to the wall by a charm, kicking on its short legs and screaming.

Jiang Languang curled his lips and turned to look at Mr. Zongsi.

Jiang Huang sat down on the sofa indifferently, opened today's newspaper, took a sip of tea, and naturally took Long Ming's hand and held it in his hand.

"Hey..." Jiang Languang sighed, "If you have a good friend, you forget your apprentice..."

"If you're too free, go practice talismans. Look at those two sheets in your hand, they are drawn like ghost talismans," said Mr. Zong Si calmly, staring at the newspaper.

"Oh, I see..."

The hand in the palm moved slightly, Jiang Huang turned his head, and slowly leaned over, "Ming?"

Long Ming opened his eyes, and after adapting to the light, he stared blankly at him without speaking.

Jiang Huang touched his forehead suspiciously, "Didn't you have a fever? What's the matter...don't recognize me?"

Long Ming suddenly hugged him into his arms, opened his mouth as if he didn't know what to say, so he could only tighten his arms.

Jiang Huang smiled, and wanted to reach out to rub his hair, but he raised his hand and put it down again...not yet...not yet.He frowned and gritted his teeth.

Quiba buried the tip of his nose in the chief's shirt, closed his eyes and tried to get close to this person...Because he couldn't get it, he was very greedy...It doesn't matter if he is cheated, if he wants to die, he can always look at him before he dies enough.