The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

Song Lin said that he didn't care about He Lang's confrontation with the power of the necromancer, but it didn't mean he didn't care about it at all.

At least the black smoke that filled the car did not seep through the windows.

Yuan Chengbing is a cultivator of the righteous way. Although his body is a great tonic for the undead, his spiritual power is like a sharp blade and poison to the undead.Therefore, when he spread his spiritual power around his body, the black smoke formed by the dead spirits could only be "viewable from a distance but not to be played with".

Different from his relaxed attitude, He Lang in the driver's seat frowned tightly, and the black smoke was released and retracted on his body, which showed the confrontation.

"Don't focus on dealing with the power of the necromancer." Song Lin was surrounded by black smoke as usual, and he remained calm. "Fang Shengli's spiritual ability, blast back."

Come again?Yuan Chengbing laughed silently in the back seat, because last time it was Song Lin who manipulated He Lang's power to collide with Fang Shengli, after the collision, Shengli's face was pale and pale.

"It's easy for you to say it!" He Lang gritted his teeth and replied, "I don't have time... um... go and clean up that fly!"

"Whatever you want, but as you said, flies are always buzzing." Song Lin looked leisurely, and even took out an apple and gnawed on it, "If you don't clean it up, you won't be able to concentrate on fighting against the power of the necromancers." .”

"How can I tell..." He Lang turned his head, almost annoyed, "You fucking have time to eat apples, but why don't you have time to help me?!"

"No." Song Lin replied indifferently, "Rather than saying I'm not free, it's better to say that I don't intend to help you. How did you promise me just now, He Lang? Don't be such a waste!"

He Lang subconsciously wanted to say that I promised myself to fight against the power of the necromancers, and Fang Shengli's spiritual ability was not included.But for some reason, the man held back his words.He raised his head and stared at the young man through the floating black smoke, red light flashed in his eyes, and he was suppressed again.

He looked like a beast that would pounce on him at any time, wildness and rationality were struggling fiercely.

Song Lin was not afraid, and took a bite of the apple with a click: "Why?"

He Lang stretched out his big palm towards him: "Hand."

"Ok?"

"I said hands, give me!"

Song Lin looked puzzled, but still extended his free left hand to him: "It's useless to shake hands, and I don't know how to transfer magic power to..."

"Come here you!"

The moment the man grabbed Song Lin, he actually pulled hard and pulled Song Lin towards him!Song Lin didn't notice it for a while, and was directly pulled out of the seat by him, and even bumped into the shift lever between the two seats.Seeing that he was actually stuck, He Lang stretched out his other hand, supported Song Lin's buttocks, lifted and released him, and directly grabbed Song Lin's body.

His movements were so smooth and flowing, let alone others, even Song Lin was stunned for a moment.When the young man sat sideways on the man's lap, but his own leg was still lying on the co-driver's side and almost kicked the shift lever, he finally realized: "What are you doing!"

"I can only watch dramas and make sarcastic remarks..." He Lang sneered in a low voice, his voice became hoarse because of the pain, "If you don't help me, just...cough... just obediently be a 'refueling machine' for me..."

"What the hell!" Song Lin struggled uncontrollably, "Let me go...fuck! How dare you bite me?!"

Yuan Chengbing rushed to the front seat: "...What's going on?! Lost?"

All he saw was Song Lin being pulled into the driver's seat, and then the black smoke on the two people in the front seat overlapped, and he was blinded by his eyes.As soon as Song Lin said "bite", Yuan Chengbing was worried that He Lang's consciousness would be invaded or he would be unconscious, so he instinctively wanted to bite Song Lin.

What responded to him was the man's extremely restrained voice: "I'm fine..."

"Are you all right?!" Song Lin said what was in Yuan Chengbing's mind, and after a moment's pause, the young man said sharply, "He Lang! If you dare to lick me again, I'll tear you to pieces! "

He Lang was so fascinated by the smell of the young man, he really wanted to say that you should do it.But in the nick of time, he still managed to retain a trace of sobriety, and rubbed the side of the young man's neck that he had just licked a few times: "...I won't lick it anymore, I restrain myself, sorry."

When he was licked for the first time, Song Lin thought he was about to lick.Now that He Lang could restrain himself, the young man forgot to struggle, and just frowned and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing, it's a bit confusing." He Lang pressed the tip of his nose against the young man's skin, and the seductive breath seemed to penetrate deep into his soul through his conscious deep breath, "Your smell can pull me back, at least I know when I smell it. You still here."

Song Lin said coldly, "My apple fell!"

"When is this..." He Lang said in a muffled voice, "Is it enough to pay you a hundred when I go back?!"

Anyway, it was getting closer, so Song Lin dug out his head from his shoulders and neck to look at it, and found that the red light in those pupils became brighter and brighter when they flashed suddenly: "...Zhong Chi's..."

He Lang stared at him: "Don't mention that name."

"Has that guy's consciousness condensed?" Song Lin followed suit, "How's the 'battle situation'?"

"He's replaying my life for me..." He Lang sneered, "everyone I've killed will become your face in the end..."

Song Lin frowned: PTSD!

With the impact of the power of the dead, Fang Shengli's psychic abilities, and the edge of PTSD outbreak, He Lang can be said to be fighting on three fronts, and he can't relax on the front line.

While talking, the man raised his hand to touch Song Lin's face, and grinned hoarsely: "Maybe this is true... eh!"

The man snorted, and Song Lin spat out the finger in his mouth. There was a fresh wound on it that was bloody from his bite just now.The young man sneered and said, "You fucking dragged me here, and now you suspect that I'm not real, then kill me!"

"Fuck!" Yuan Chengbing was frightened, "Don't provoke him now!"

Song Lin sternly said: "I can't tell if this illusion is real or not, what about defeating Zhong Chi, let's stop eating early!"

Yuan Chengbing almost knelt down to him: "How old is He Lang, and how big is the head of Wanhun Banner?! Is there any need to be so eager for success!"

"I also want him to spend hundreds of thousands of years, but who can afford it? Can Qinghe Base afford it? Can this increasingly chaotic world afford it?!" Song Lin retorted, "Anyway, I am Can’t wait! Just a bell…”

"I told you not to mention him!"

The man let out a low growl, and suddenly grabbed Song Lin's shoulder and pressed it back, lip to lip!

It's not so much a kiss as it is biting and insulting.The man bit the young man's lower lip like a beast, and the smell of blood spread immediately, and the man's tongue aggressively stretched into the young man's mouth.The young man was pressed on the steering wheel by him, as if he had no power to resist, and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

However, in the next second, Song Lin's power suddenly exploded!He violently pushed the other party away and pressed him against the back of the chair: "It's 800 years too early to pretend to be He Lang, silly!"

He Lang's red eyes stared at his bleeding lips: "How does it feel to be insulted by your own necromancer, my necromancer? If you fall into my hands, I promise to keep you awake at night. I want to die..."

Yuan Chengbing was startled and said, "Damn Zhong Chi came out?!"

"Oh, there's a little cultivator here..." Zhong Chi sneered, "This one can really make you want to be an 'immortal'...cough!"

Song Lin pinched his chin, just like what He Lang did to himself in the past: "Zhong Chi, oh Zhong Chi, you actually relegated yourself to the status of serving men, are you not pathetic? What qualifications do you have to come out and talk to me?" He Lang challenged me, challenged me?!"

"Him? He's just a piece of trash who thinks he'll be useless if he kills you. Why are you angry with him?" Song Lin pressed Zhong Qian down, still provocative, "However, an angry look is better than a lifeless look. It looks much better, I really don't know when I get to bed...

"I told you to fucking shut up!!!"

The man's tone and expression changed suddenly, and he roared out these words.At the same moment, the black smoke filling the car quickly returned to him, wanting to be sucked in by an invisible vortex.

Song Lin narrowed his eyes: "Finally awake?"

"Of course, you don't even know what kind of illusion he made up for me, it scares me to death..." He Lang, with dark eyes, suddenly paused, squinting at Song Lin's lips, " ……How is this going?"

Song Lin let go of his hand: "It's nothing."

"No, you are clearly a hickey!" He Lang touched the corner of Song Lin's mouth, looked at the bloodstains on it, and then couldn't help but licked his lips, "I... really attacked you?!"

He had only drank Song Lin's blood before, and he understood the taste like a heavenly wine.Looking at Song Lin's lips now, and feeling the sweet smell of rust between his own lips, how could he not understand?

He didn't start to hear the conversation until Zhong Chi said the last few sentences, so he didn't understand how terrifying things happened in the short few seconds when his consciousness was knocked away.

"What is 'true'?" Song Lin narrowed his eyes, and his anger also rose, "Where the hell have you 'attacked' me?"

"Uh... Zhong Chi's illusion..."

"make it clear."

"Isn't he a broken sleeve! He just made, made me do that kind of thing in the illusion... She was a woman at first, but later, uh, she became a man. And then..." He Lang glanced Song Lin's complexion revealed that although he is not happy to hear this now, he must get an answer.So the man was heartbroken, and said: "Then when that man turned his head, I found out that it was your face, and I was so shriveled! Then I woke up from fright!"

Song Lin still had a sullen face, and glanced at the slightly bulging lump on the side of his buttocks: "You can't get up now."

Yuan Chengbing, who had been silent in the back row, couldn't help muttering: "After absorbing the whole bell, I'm afraid that the flesh and bones will be fine. It's not easy to 'stand up'..."

Song Lin turned to stare at him, Yuan Chengbing shut up.

"...Damn it, I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't realize it at the time. You wouldn't want me to be responsible for it!" Seeing Song Lin's unhappy face, He Lang clicked his tongue, "They're all men. Kiss me again." There will be no less meat!"

"Won't there be a piece of meat missing?" Song Lin raised his eyebrows and pointed to his mouth, "Did you see clearly?" He rolled up his sleeves again to show the man the deep wound on his right wrist, "Did you see clearly?! "

He Lang choked for a moment.He finally understood that Song Lin was just unhappy now and wanted to find a place to get angry.It was that bastard Zhong Qi who was responsible for it, the sins he committed, he had to pay for it all by himself!

He Lang didn't know that the sip on Song Lin's mouth was actually Zhong Chi's masterpiece, otherwise He Lang would have to get angry.

"Okay, you are my ancestor. I am absolutely responsible for what I did, okay?" He Lang retreated, "Now I will knock back the spiritual ability of Fang Shengli, the fly, do you always think it is okay? "

Song Lin raised his eyebrows: "You held Zhong Chi down?"

"You're clever, I can't extinguish that bastard's consciousness for the time being, but right now I'm holding him down so he can't move." He Lang snorted, "Anyway, it's no problem to bump into a winner, last time you brought the feeling of bumping into me I remember too."

Song Lin replied with two words while intending to crawl back: "Come on."

These two words are similar to the word "sure" humming out of the nasal cavity.He Lang didn't mind either. Seeing that Song Lin's movement back to the passenger seat was not smooth, he stretched out his hand and gave it a push.

Of course, I don't know if it was intentional revenge when it was pushed to the butt.

Watching Song Lin sit down, He Lang quietly licked the seam of his lips, the smell of blood was really intoxicating.

"I'm starting!"

As soon as the words fell, the man's fighting spirit suddenly exploded, and the power of the dead spirit also condensed an invisible coercion.Like an invisible heavy hammer, it slammed into the constantly attacking mental abilities!

[The author has something to say: Yuan Chengbing, the best light bulb award.

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