Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

As if waking up from a slow and long nightmare, Hotch was drenched in cold sweat when he opened his eyes, his lungs hurt as if he had been pinched by a hand, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

On the contrary, his body recovered, and the sense of loss of strength that had been entangled with him for several days disappeared. He moved his arms, relaxed and full of strength.

Not only that, he stared at his hand, the thin calluses left by holding the gun were gone, including the scars on the palms that were burned by gunpowder, and the scars on the arms caused by explosions or other reasons, all of which were gone now Yes, his skin was smooth, and it even made him wonder if he accidentally went to the wrong time and went back to when he was three or four years old.

He could feel that in addition to the scars on the outside, many old wounds and hidden dangers inside his body had also recovered—as an agent on the field, he inevitably had many old wounds on his body. Their terrifying power can be felt in old age.

Hotch felt better than ever, light and alive, and he even thought he could complete the entire triathlon without panting.

Compared with the tired climbing in the dense forest just now, this strange sense of relief is more like a dream.

"This is not a dream." Wu Cong's voice sounded next to his ear, and he realized that he had spoken out what he was thinking, and turned his head to look suddenly surprised.

"Are you okay?" He supported the body that fell towards him, and the light weight in his palm seemed to disappear in a second.

Compared with him, Wu Cong's condition can be said to be terrible. He leaned on Hotch sleepily, his face was like gold paper, his eyes were half-opened and half-closed and he smiled feebly, his voice was hoarse and tired, and his hair was sticking to his cheeks in disorder , Sweat flowed down in big drops.

As an old rice dumpling, the temperature on his body has never been very high, but now it is as low as a piece of ice, and within a few seconds of Hotch helping him, he felt that his palms were about to freeze and lose consciousness.

"I'm fine." He said slowly, "I'm just a little overwhelmed."

He doesn't look like he's okay, Hotch lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed: "I'll go find Mr. Song."

"Wait." Wu Cong pulled Hotch's clothes to stop him from moving, "It's useless to find him, I'll just take my time."

Hotch just sat down on the edge of the bed and carefully pulled Wu Cong into his arms. The scorching human body temperature penetrated the cloth and pressed it into his body, making Wu Cong sigh in a low voice.

"You'd better stay away from me." He said, because he didn't have the strength to speak very slowly, spitting out every single word.

"Huh?" Hotch looked at him questioningly.

"I don't have enough yang energy now, you are always wandering around me..." Wu Cong squinted at the eyes of the human being in front of him, and licked the corner of his lips, "I can't help it."

Putting a large piece of fragrant and delicious meat in front of the starving person, God knows how much perseverance he used to restrain himself from rushing directly.

Hotch took a deep look at him, and suddenly laughed: "No one told you to hold back."

……

It took Wu Cong a few seconds to react to what Hotch said with his exhausted brain, and then he laughed softly: "Then I won't be polite."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab Hotch's neckline, raised his head and kissed it.

I think he has ridiculed that fox Nine Tails so many times for pestering the male nanny at home to make prostitution all day long, but he didn't expect that he would one day do such a thing that attracts people's energy.

But it’s really comfortable. Now he can completely understand why Jiuwei would only think about sex all day long. His lips and tongue are entangled in skin-to-skin kisses. Yang Qi fills his body. Indulging in it, all the restraint and restraint were thrown out of the sky.

Still want more.

A certain old rice dumpling who was extremely lacking in yang energy tore open the clothes on Hotch's body, and his eyes were slightly red.

"Hey! You!" Hotch really didn't think it was inappropriate for children. In fact, at first he thought that the so-called Yang Qi would need blood like vampires or something else. In short, it would be more painful and similar to sacrifice. The process, I didn't expect it to be like this...

What is even more frustrating is that even the frail old Zongzi was still able to suppress his resistance with one hand.

Forget it, Hotch heaved a long sigh in his heart, and responded to Wu Cong's passionate kiss.

It's actually quite comfortable.

Should he say that fortunately Wu Cong hasn't forgotten to send the cinnabar out?

On the third floor, Song Yu, who was sleeping with each other in an embrace, opened his eyes expressionlessly, and tried his best to restrain the urge to rush downstairs to fight with a certain Wu Cong, who had no regard for the feelings of his old friend, indeed. Wu Cong didn't forget to cast a few sound-proofing spells, but he forgot to block the fluctuations of spiritual power. The ups and downs are like the trend of spiritual power in the stock market, and even the spiritual power field around the entire apartment becomes up and down like a roller coaster. Song Yu couldn't sleep even if she wanted to.

Looking at the humans sleeping soundly beside him, and thinking about the consequences of waking them up now, the old salty fish chose Congxin very spinelessly, turned over and got out of bed to find a pen and paper, and began to concentrate on recalling Wu Cong's various stories. Seeking black history, determined to give him a "well-prepared" gift.

Let's cook some red bean rice for him tomorrow, it makes him sick to death.

I don't know anything about Song Yu's malicious Wu Cong, who is about to overflow, so he dragged Hotch to mess around on the bed contentedly... For more than an hour, after a few rounds, he was so weak that he almost ran two laps, poor Mr. Hotch, who was about to sell himself by mistake, was squeezed until his legs became weak. His back pain seemed to enter old age overnight, and various types of osteoporosis came to him.

But fortunately, both of them are in good spirits, and after the desire passes, they can lean together to sort out what happened recently.

"Where's the mirror?" Hotch realized that the mirror of the world was gone.

"Hmm..." Wu Cong turned over the quilt that was messed up by them, pointed at a puddle of wet spots and said, "This is it..."

Can your tone not be so uncertain...

Hotch flipped the quilt again, "This is it?" He took out a pendant from under the quilt, the yellow cong was glowing with white light, and when he touched his neck, the pendant that should have been hanging on it was gone.

"Zhaoshijing was originally transformed by the merman's Nilin, and it is normal for it to return to its original state after losing its function." The so-called merman will turn into foam in the sea after death. "As for this pendant, it should be the... Put it in the mirror of the world."

"You have just been brought to the past, to be precise, it is my previous life."

Wu Cong himself didn't even think that he would be Wu Xian in his previous life. How does it feel to be his ancestor in his previous life? In short, it's either very good or not. As for the fact that he was cheated by his previous life, it's not something that makes people feel happy. thing.

But thinking about how Wu Xian can count on his next life, even Wu Cong can't help but sigh with emotion.

Wu Xian left a spell on the mirror of the world, using the Huang Cong pendant as a traction, as long as Hotch touches the mirror of the world, the soul will be pulled to that time instantly.

He didn't have any bad intentions, but after calculating that his fall was irretrievable, he played some tricks to see how his next life would be. If he didn't live well, he could find a way to make up for it.

There can't be two identical souls at the same time, so he can only make a second choice and choose the one who is closest to Wu Cong.

Although Dansha and Wu Cong have been together for a longer time, the one who has a closer relationship with Wu Cong in terms of soul is undoubtedly Hotch who is tied with a red line.

Knowing that he will live a good life in his next life and successfully get rid of the single Wuxian, he is relieved. He has not forgotten to leave some gifts for his next life, depending on his bloodline or his descendants.

"The fairy caresses my head, and the hair is tied to receive longevity." Wu Cong touched a red mark on Hotch's wrist with a clear air flow, with a complicated expression, "Should I be called an ancient fairy?"

The technique of immortality can be performed so casually, it really took advantage of the lax rules of heaven at that time.

Hotch's expression is more complicated than his. He has lived as an ordinary human for so many years, and what he has encountered in this year is far beyond his imagination. , All the life planning and mental preparations I made before can be thrown into the trash can...

There is really no sense at all.

He was silent for a long time, and suddenly wanted to ask Reid how he was able to accept all kinds of strange dust from that Mr. Triton so smoothly.

"Okay, don't think too much." Wu Cong kissed the corner of his lips lazily, "Do you want to sleep?"

"I'm going to give Dave a call first," Hotch said, getting out of bed to get his phone. "They seem to have a tricky case over there."

"The... Baltimore case?" Wu Cong asked, dawdling for a while before getting out of bed and starting to tidy the messy bed.

"Well, it seems that someone has been misleading the direction of their investigation and trying to target William."

"William is the detective I met in the morgue before?" Wu Cong took off all the sheets and bedding that were stained with various unknown liquids, and took out a new bedding from the cabinet, and said casually, "You can check that... the man with him."

That pause was definitely because he didn't remember Dr. Lecter's name. Hotch glanced at him, "Dr. Lecter is really not quite right."

He called to remind Rossi that they should pay attention to Dr. Lecter. If it wasn't for the follow-up, he should have been investigating him by now.

"I have to make a call too." Wu Cong waved his phone, "Mianju and Triton have to explain."