The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

Xia Hong felt that her captain was a bit weird.

She couldn't tell where the specific blame was, but on the way to the joint mission, she always felt that the atmosphere between He Lang and Song Lin seemed a little different.

To be more precise, it was He Lang's single arrow Song Lin.

Song Lin, one of the protagonists of the incident, can't be unaware of things that Xia Hong can detect.To be honest, at the beginning, he felt that He Lang had just experienced a "life and death catastrophe", and his cooperation with his actions was at least a kind of comfort.However, it has been a week since what happened in Wanhun Banner, even Song Lin is a little impatient for He Lang to behave like this.

"Can you stay away from me?" Song Lin, who was having dinner, turned his head and glanced at He Lang. Every time this man sat down, he squeezed himself, and he was almost pushed off the bench. Remember what I said last time, stay three steps away from me before the scent in your hallucination disappears?"

After He Lang absorbed the necromancer, he would be affected by the necromancer, and he recognized the breath of Song Lin, a necromancer, as a kind of fragrance.The last time He Lang absorbed only one level of Hundred Ghosts, the "fragrance" lasted for a month before it completely disappeared, and He Lang was almost addicted.This time the man bit off more than half of the power of the thousand-year-old necromancer bell. How long the "fragrance" will last is unknown to He Lang and Song Lin.

"I don't remember." He Lang said grandly, "I can't help it, it's instinct. Before I thought about anything, I couldn't help walking towards you. Why, you have gold on you, you can't touch it Can't do it?"

"You're a human, not a wild beast. Don't you know how to control the so-called 'instinct'?" Song Lin raised his eyebrows, "You're like a big dog jumping on a chair... Get out! You're about to squeeze me down !"

He Lang stood up without saying a word, just when everyone thought he was going to leave, he sat down on the ground with his back against the bench, next to Song Lin's legs, and continued talking to Song Lin.

Song Lin was really speechless, but the power of the undead that He Lang had absorbed into his body hadn't been straightened out. Now that it happened to be next to him, the young man simply brought the man to run the magic power together to help him turn the power of the undead into his own use.

Xia Hong, who had witnessed everything, turned her head and asked Yuan Chengbing who happened to be sitting next to her: "Do you think our He team is weird?"

Yuan Chengbing, who was eating a fruit, glanced at Song Lin and He Lang: "...No."

He Lang saw that he had swallowed too many ghosts in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and he was so overwhelmed that the power of the ghosts was about to overflow from him.And he was originally Song Lin's dead spirit, so it's not strange for his master to act like a baby.

Xia Hong said "Oh", but she still thought to herself: Dui He is so clingy and Song Lin didn't kick him away, it can be called "true love".

In fact, what Xia Hong didn't expect, or what she didn't see, was that He Lang could be even more clingy to Song Lin.

At night, because the convoy stayed in the wilderness, Song Lin slipped to a remote place to solve his personal problems, and washed his hands and face with water magic.

When Song Lin was about to return to the convoy, Song Lin had just turned his head and didn't take a few steps when he saw He Lang leaning against a tree and looking at him.

"... Tsk." Song Lin almost cursed, He Lang was so preposterous and stupefied like a ghost, any living person would have been startled, "Are you trying to scare me to death? , if you keep following me so closely, I will report to the police that there is a perverted stalker."

"I am the combat commander in the base, who else can you call the police to?" He Lang stood up and approached him while laughing, "And you will be scared to death? Just kidding, you are now a person with 'many ghosts', What else can scare you? I want to see and see."

It's dark all around, but that's no problem for two guys who don't walk by sight alone.He Lang stopped in front of Song Lin accurately, and wiped the young man's face with two big palms, wiping off all the drops of water that hadn't been wiped clean just now.

But it is said to be wiped, but it is actually no different from rubbing it. Song Lin felt that he was bored, so he slapped the man's face with a slap: "He Lang! I just washed my face!"

"Oh, mistake."

"A mistake? Do you believe it yourself?"

"Believe it or not." He Lang said dignifiedly, while quietly releasing a few strands of necromantic power.The power of these necromancers, as always, seems to be smoky, but in the current environment, it is basically invisible.The black smoke entangled Song Lin's body, and was about to get into his clothes when Song Lin grabbed him with his backhand.

"what is this?"

"Ok?"

"Playing stupid?" Song Lin narrowed his eyes, took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, covering the black smoke ball floating on the palm of his other hand, "He Lang, He Lang, you still want to put a 'mark' on me , are you a dog?"

The so-called "mark" is actually a kind of "qi" that distinguishes the dead spirits from each other. For example, it is similar to the scent mark in the wild beast circle.To be honest, the chances of encountering undead outside are really low, and the undead that can "snatch" Song Lin is even rarer, but He Lang still did it.

The man himself knew that this was really a bit "perverted", like a dog... licking his own food to show his sovereignty, but he couldn't control himself.He attributed this to the influence of Zhong Chi's necromantic power on him, and said to himself that Song Lin didn't seem to be aware of this matter anyway, so I will do it quietly, and it will be fine when I fully adapt to the power.

However, he was caught by Song Lin.

"He Lang, playing this in front of a necromancer, isn't it a bit tricky?" Song Lin squeezed the black smoke ball in his palm, and the black smoke failed to escape from between his fingers, but disappeared directly.He Lang didn't care about it on the surface, but he always felt that a certain part of his body was crushed.

Song Lin sneered: "If you mess with these bastards again, I will really punish you."

He Lang was silent for two seconds: "Then it's alright for me to ask you directly?"

Song Lin didn't expect that he could play a straight ball instead, so he was silent for two seconds, and said in a deep voice, "Say it."

"It's your blood..."

"Ok?"

"Okay, your blood vessels are beating, I want to hear this sound." He Lang said, "I now feel that this thing is fatally attractive to me, if you don't want me to use the power of necromancy as a mark, then let me Listen."

"Again?" Song Lin had nothing to say, "The reasons you find every day are getting more and more absurd. Listen to yourself, are you speaking human words? What's the logic?"

"To be precise, I'm a necromancer now, full of nonsense." He Lang's face was hidden in the darkness, and suddenly "evil came to his nerves", and he simply said, "Anyway, if you don't listen to me, I won't let you go back. , if you dare to forcibly manipulate me, I can always find a chance to surprise you, you can figure it out."

Song Lin cursed secretly.

He Lang was sure that he would agree. Seeing that he was standing still, he opened his arms and said cheaply, "Come to hug?"

"...Fuck."

When Song Lin was cursing, He Lang already took a step forward with his hands open, and forcibly held Song Lin back.

"...can you give me a bite?"

"no!"

Song Lin actually didn't like being so tightly restrained, so he pushed, "Hey."

He Lang clasped him, lowered his head and pressed his face against Song Lin's neck: "...don't move."

The young man's powerful arterial beating seemed to be able to beat He Lang's motionless heart together.

Song Lin has almost gotten used to this movement these days, and stood there holding He Lang in a daze, then sighed suddenly: "You are really deeply influenced by Zhong Chi...I should have done it earlier. You pulled it out."

He Lang doesn't want to hear other people's names now, especially Zhong Chi.

"Why does your tone sound so familiar to his tone?" The man said slightly dissatisfied, "It is because he is a broken sleeve who insulted the emperor, and the emperor hates him, so he made emotional instability and affected me."

At that time, He Lang's memory of Zhong Chi was so deep that he thought he was Zhong Chi at one point, and his blood turned cold from the emperor's attitude.After waking up, He Lang really hated Zhong Qi's messy things to death.

Especially at the moment when the emperor's face suddenly changed to Song Lin's, He Lang saw the young man's expression of loathing him, so frightened that he instantly woke up.

But He Lang didn't explain this to Song Lin in detail.After all, Zhong Chi looked at the emperor with eyes of deep love, which caused He Lang to carry this emotion the moment he saw Song Lin.To be more specific, Zhong Chi's emotions towards the emperor were transferred to He Lang and Song Lin in an instant.

When seeing Song Lin, there was a strong emotion of admiration, which was very frightening to He Lang.

Looking back afterwards, or seeing the real Song Lin again, this kind of emotion always made He Lang feel a little... awkward.

But he tried his best to cover up this awkwardness, so he always approached Song Lin with the attitude of "being upright and not afraid of the shadow's swaying", but it was too much, and it was a bit overkill.

"You've said it many times." Song Lin had heard He Lang describe Zhong Chi's feelings for the emperor several times, and couldn't figure out why this man cared so much about the memory of a dead spirit, so he could only respond indifferently, "You really If you hate him, you will hate him the next time you see him, instead of bothering me."

He Lang actually didn't hate Zhong Chi for being gay, he had no prejudice against it.But Zhong Chi was the chief culprit who caused him to feel strange emotions when he saw Song Lin, so He Lang resolutely put all the blame on him.

So the man felt Song Lin's blood vessels throbbing, and continued to blame him: "He also turned his enemy into that girl's face, and that girl was the reason that almost triggered my PTSD outbreak! In the end, it turned into your face, I I know it's not you, but I can't help thinking about it. You don't even know that the guy with your face has his head down, and he's still staring at me..."

"He Lang, that's not me. I didn't die at your hands. I won't in the past, I won't now, and I won't in the future. There's nothing to doubt about that." Song Lin frowned quietly, "Also, if you're sick Cure, you need a psychiatrist, I don't know how to deal with your PTSD properly."

The youth suspects that He Lang is on the verge of PTSD.

"But I can't talk to the psychiatrist about this." He Lang clicked his tongue, "I can only talk to you."

Song Lin actually knew this, and it was precisely because of this that he took the trouble to let a man approach him like this.But Song Lin himself didn't have a clue, is this really correct?

The trouble is, because Zhong Chi's necromantic power is too strong, He Lang can't accept the comfort of the light magic now.There is no way to use magic to assist, Song Lin really doesn't know when such a day will end.

"Are you sure you're really okay?" the young man asked a little suspiciously, "I didn't control your actions, you still have a high degree of freedom, are you sure you won't do anything irreversible on the spur of the moment?"

The man was silent for a while, then hugged the young man tighter like a koala, and inadvertently rubbed the tip of his nose against the side of the young man's neck: "I don't know... Anyway, you just need to tug on me."

Song Lin wanted to roll his eyes: "...you have really become a big dog."

"Don't think that I don't know what you and Xia Hong are saying about me behind my back." He Lang snorted and said confidently, "Also, don't get too close to the dead spirit of Farewell... I'll instinctively hate this recently .”

He originally wanted to say "others", but fortunately he stopped temporarily, otherwise he would really become a pervert.

But even if he said that, Song Lin still sneered: "He Lang, aren't you a bit too pushy? Let's not talk about how I treat other undead, at least there is another Bai Xiaoning who is equal to you with me , what is the difference between you and a beast that encloses a territory?"

"How can she be like me!" He Lang snorted, "She doesn't know who you are at all, she hasn't seen your past memories, she doesn't even know that you used to be called 'Higgins'... "

"I suggest you don't mention the name 'Higgins' right now." Song Lin interrupted, "It's because you were so impressed with this memory that Zhong Chi drew this part and called 'Higgins' ’ shouted until I didn’t feel very happy.”

"...Then I won't mention 'Higgins', and you don't need to mention Zhong Chi." He Lang was really annoyed by Zhong Chi. He didn't know how much trouble this guy caused him when he occupied his body. "Back to Bai Xiaoning .Anyway, you are out on a mission now, and Bai Xiaoning is useless to you for the time being, you can always ignore her during this time, right?"

Song Lin really completely surrendered to this blatant act of enclosing land.But what can he do?He Lang was on the verge of breaking out of PTSD, and with the impression of "killing the contracted object", it is not surprising that he would collapse at any time if it is an exaggeration.And Song Lin was the only one who could listen to the real situation of He Lang, he really couldn't just walk away.

"Tsk... Raising a dragon is not as troublesome as yours."

Song Lin made a general statement, moved his hands and thoughts to help, held the man's head to the front, and pressed his forehead to his forehead.

"Bright magic can't be used anymore, I'll try to use a contract to help you relax." Song Lin closed his eyes, "Although it's a temporary solution, but not the root cause, at least you don't have to be so flustered all the time."

"I'm not panicking."

"Are you a fish brain? I know everything about you, how can I not know about you?"

The man stopped talking.

In fact, there is no need for a contract, He Lang just feels the temperature from Song Lin's hands and forehead, which is already a great soothing effect.

The instinct of the dead...

The man smiled silently in the darkness.

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