IX Cultivation

Gorgeous sunset.

The white-haired young man is Yan Zhijue, and Long Jun is relatively familiar, after all, they have the same evil side by accident, like the coexistence of restraint during the day and demon transformation at night.

Long Jun followed Wan Ling to leave. He watched the man pass by the beach, took off his shoes and stepped on the soft fine sand as if on a whim, walked through the shallow water pushed up by the waves, and suddenly squatted down again. Fiddled with something, finally wiped his feet clean, and left slowly.

Long Jun didn't follow behind like a pervert this time, he was a little concerned about the things that aroused the man's curiosity, so he walked along the man's footprints on the beach.

There was no one on the beach, but there were many shells. With his influence, Long Jun stopped at the place where the man was squatting, and found an oval stone like an egg that had been washed away by the sea.

The color of the stone is off-white, Long Jun looked at it for a long time, and when he got home, he put the stone on the bedside...

Later, it was Yan Zhijue who asked him to help save Wan Ling.

He discovered two things that day: one is that the man's feet are really beautiful; the other is that the hand he put around the man's waist is... still a little soft.

"Dragon Lord..." When he couldn't control his hand and walked over to hold the man's feet to help him put on the shoes that had accidentally fallen off on the ground, the sleeping man called him that in a soft voice.

Long Jun's palms were scorching hot immediately, and even his chest was burned all of a sudden.

Long Jun wanted to say something, but he habitually kept his face cold and couldn't say anything. The pets he kept in the cage in his childhood flashed through his mind...

That pet has no spirituality, it is really a beast, but Mr. Xiaolong just fell in love with it at first glance, as if he has no resistance to animals like foxes in his bones. With those small paws and fluffy tail, Mr. Xiaolong is like a plaything. Faint Lord', very obsessed, often squeezes his little paws, then lifts the back of his neck and hugs him forcefully.

Until now, Long Jun still remembered the feeling of piercing the little white fox's head with a silver gun, and it was sad rather than regretful.

He always felt that something was missing, something was missing, but when the pet's life was ended, Mr. Xiaolong didn't think it through.

Now Wan Ling always fills up the illusion of that kind of feeling for Mr. Long, whether it is lazily stretching his waist or sitting on the balcony indifferently teasing the thrush, the more he gets in touch, the more certain Mr. Long is that he may be in the future. some day...

A fine cage is needed.

196. What a pity...

【What did you say? ! 】Wan Ling thought he was hallucinating, 【Then you now...】

Before Wan Ling finished speaking, he heard Chu Tiandi's almost self-deprecating voice on the other end of the phone: [Well, I'm hopeless, I've been running away like a useless person for the rest of my life. 】

[Don't be so discouraged... Didn't the doctor back up the research data? 】

[No... no no no!I got someone to look for it, and I just watched from the sidelines!All were burned!The computer exploded, the chips and hard drives were all burned, this is fate...]

【…】Wan Ling was silent for a long time, when he heard Chu Yin's voice on the other end of the phone, the always gloomy and expressionless young man was worried about Chu Tiandi, and said:

[It's time to take medicine, master. 】

The young man’s voice still made Wan Ling feel uncomfortable as always, but Wan Ling knew that Chu Yin was really kind to Chu Tiandi, and Chu Tiandi seemed to find him with great difficulty to vent out and tell everything. , All of a sudden, he didn't feel tense, and he cursed at Chu Yin before hanging up the phone:

【it was all your fault! 】

[I want you to keep an eye on him!Is this how you do things for me? !You are so useless, what do I need you for! 】

【roll! 】

Wan Ling didn't know how to persuade Chu Tiandi to feel better. The doctor who gave Chu Tiandi long-term treatment died, and the scientific research room was burned down. Almost overnight, the future that Chu Tiandi was looking forward to suddenly fell back to gray the ground.

Chu Tiandi didn't know if he was crying on the other end of the phone, anyway, Wan Ling could hear the sudden silence on the other side, not to mention whether this was intentional, but the result was so sad and cruel, Wan Ling could do nothing.

What Wan Ling didn't see was that on the other side of the phone, Chu Tiandi, who was sitting in a wheelchair, slapped Chu Yin with red eyes, but his strength was too weak, and Chu Tiandi exhausted all his energy just to lift it up , causing that slap on Chu Yin's face was almost the same as touching it.

Chu Tiandi's hands had never done heavy work, even eating. They were so soft that they were unbelievably soft. Chu Yin Chaoyue quickly grabbed them, and boldly kissed Chu Tiandi's fingertips.

Chu Tiandi pursed his lips and did not speak, as if he was surprised at the strange and bold reaction of his 'dog', and then there was a burst of baby crying.

[I know how to cry every day. 】Wan Ling heard Chu Tiandi say this,【Hold him over to see if he's hungry. 】

After all, Chu Tiandi acted as if nothing had happened, and said to Wan Ling: [Little bastard is like a small rice bucket, every time he feeds, it seems like I have starved him for hundreds of years, tsk, it’s so annoying I won't talk to you anymore, I will contact you when I have time. 】

【good. 】Chu Tiandi's emotions come and go quickly, which is related to Chu Tiandi's character. Wan Ling puts himself in Chu Tiandi's position, thinking that although he can restrain his emotions well, he must personally express his emotions. The people behind the scenes caught him and let him taste the feeling of losing his arms and legs.

But Chu Tiandi still believed in Chu Yin, and gave everything to Chu Yin—that "dog" he raised, even if he beat and scolded him, he always thought about how to get rid of that "dog". Without action, people are still different.

And a few months later, Chu Yin recruited experts from other places to treat Chu Tiandi and it was quite effective. This is a later story.

Thinking of this, and thinking of the baby crying just now, Wan Ling felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The baby of Chu Tiandi’s family is named Biscuit. The biscuit was born smaller than the baby of ordinary mothers, but due to the good nutrition, it is only a little more than a little fat now. , Chu Tiandi said frankly that he couldn't hold the biscuit with his strength.

Wan Ling laughed, he felt that he was a little envious of Chu Tiandi, from every point of view, he was a failure in life compared to Chu Tiandi, his two ex-boyfriends and a person who was addicted to love all had strange brain circuits, were stubborn and paranoid However, his three children are not around, and he is temporarily unable to go home under the fence.

In such a depressed mood, Wan Ling sat alone in the small courtyard and gradually drank the bottle of red wine that no one drank last time, and lay lazily on the steps outside the wooden French window watching the sunset. upper brain.

And the sudden intimacy with Lord Long was beyond Wan Ling's thought.

The accident happened so suddenly that it happened to be a bit suspicious, but Wan Ling felt that he had nothing to covet, so he didn't think about it deeply. Apart from planning to quit drinking, Wan Ling felt vaguely and so expectantly, maybe This time... will be different.

That day the setting sun was still hiding on the Huoshaoyun in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, Wan Ling saw Lord Long standing in front of him.

Mr. Long happened to be wearing daily clothes, but he looked very much like the idiot in the dream. Wan Ling's head was dizzy and he couldn't speak. Most of what he said was just vague syllables, and his eyes were also blurred. After hugging him, the other party breathed steadily.

Later, for some unknown reason, Mr. Long carried him back to the room. Mr. Long seemed to have taken off his mask all of a sudden, and turned back to Mr. Long who was cold outside and hot inside. They didn’t know when they started kissing. After taking it off, I kissed his forehead from the toes all the way.

There were traces of cesarean delivery on Wan Ling's lower abdomen, the scars were still obvious, but he recovered very well, Long Jun avoided that place and licked his nipples directly, and the nipples that had begun to gradually only secrete The place where little milk comes out is wrapped and sucked.

Wan Lingjiang remembered that day very clearly, but he didn't know why he did that at the time. Instead of resisting at all, he unconsciously wrapped his arms around Long Jun's shoulders, and his mind began to replay the deception from the beginning. Shan Po and Long Jun's daily love life.

Wan Ling didn't know whether he liked the sweet and greasy feeling or whether he fell in love at the beginning like the two gestational sacs in his stomach and was brought back to reality. Treated so intimately, also feel at ease?

That night, Wan Ling indulged and felt that it didn't matter, no matter what, he was very tired, but Long Jun's kiss was very warm.

However, the next day, Wan Ling was dumbfounded. He took a moment to accept the fact that he had sex with Long Jun on the bed last night, and then he opened his eyes and was sat on a small bench and said that he would be responsible for him. Long Jun's dark sea-colored pupils flickered for a moment, and he lowered his eyes.

Neither of the two would know that Yan Zhijue, who said that he was in poor health recently, watched what happened in the Wanling Room all night in his bedroom, and there were eye spots that hadn't slept all night under his already bloodshot eyes. , he propped his arms on the table, his pale hands protruded from the smooth silk pajamas, and his fingers folded on his lips.

In front of him are three monitors, each full-screen showing the same room from different angles.

Yan Zhijue has an elf-like appearance. He sees the man's expression in his eyes. There is a slight smile on his delicate and handsome face, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. He looks too cold as if there is a huge conspiracy.

The room he was in was dimly lit, with only a ray of morning sunlight falling on the ground through the gaps in the thick curtains, straight like a sharp sword.

while he desires