IX Cultivation

He swept across the man's lips moistened by tea, his voice was a little distressed and unconfident, and he said:

"It's me who is useless. In fact, there is no place for me in this calendar country now."

Wan Ling said lightly: "No."

"Sir, you don't know. I am very clear about my own affairs. As a prince, I am nothing but an empty shell, and I may not even see your face in the future." , the voice is bitter.

Wanling Immortal is not very good at comforting people, but he still said: "A Jue, you think too much."

After Ji Jue installed all the chess pieces, she got off the couch, walked to Wan Ling's right side, sat next to each other, and then carefully rubbed her head on the man's shoulder, surrounded by Wan Ling from behind, There is a feeling of being vulnerable and looking for support.

Ji Jue often did this when she was a child, especially when her eyes couldn't see clearly.

Therefore, Wan Ling didn't feel awkward, letting the young man behind him who was actually stronger than him surround him, it was like pampering a pet, a child, a small stone that still needed protection and hadn't really grown up.

Ji Jue's forehead rested on the man's shoulder, her waist bent sharply, the tip of her nose was filled with the refreshing fragrance of the man's body, she closed her deep eyes, and said, "Sir, if I am not the emperor in the future, will you still follow me?" Go together?"

When the prince said this, his voice was very low, but because he said it in Wan Ling's ear, the deep and melodious voice directly entered Wan Ling's ear, and the voice was truly charming.

Perhaps the atmosphere has also become a little ambiguous, but unfortunately Wan Ling is a boring person and doesn't understand ambiguity, so he said directly: "No, Ah Jue, you will be the emperor."

Ji Jue smiled faintly: "Why are you so sure, Mister?"

"There's no reason, it's a fact."

"..." Ji Jue rubbed his forehead against the man's shoulder, and clasped his index fingers around Wan Ling's waist, "Then, I should thank you sir for trusting me so much."

The prince said, but there was an unresolved darkness in his eyes that could not be seen by Wan Ling, and he said: "In this case, I can't live up to my husband's expectations of me..."

As soon as the words fell, a eunuch outside announced that the third prince was coming, and before the transmission was over, the door was suddenly pushed open, dressed in court clothes, looking at the two people on the small couch without any emotion on their handsome faces, The voice was cold: "I came here at a bad time..."

Wan Ling glanced at the visitor, turned his head away from him, and fiddled with the chess pieces, and also said flatly: "Well, it's not the time."

Ji Jue let go of the man's hand, looked at the man with a smile, and said, "Why is the third brother here? Isn't the national teacher dead and there are many things to be busy?"

The third prince, Ji Xi, is not like Ji Jue who always smiles and talks when he sees everyone. He only shows more expressions in front of men, so now he still has a cold face and said casually: "Of course I came to Wan Wan after I was done with work." Mister."

"I have some important personal matters to discuss with Mr. Wan..."

The prince stood up as if suddenly enlightened, glanced at the silent back of the man and Ji Xi who was the master, and said clearly: "Then I won't bother you, sir, come to my house for dinner, the cook is ready." You will like this dish."

Wan Ling responded, and did not turn around to send the prince away, but the prince and the third prince passed by the door, one with a cold face and the other with a smile, and the cold face closed the door immediately after the smiling person walked out Close up.

There was a sound of 'snap', clean and neat.

Prince Ji Jue stood facing the noon sun, looked up at the sun, his pupils were shrunk by the irradiance, but he showed his dimples to the rare winter sun as if it was not dazzling.

Then a voice like this came from the room:

"Wan Ling, are you angry with me?"

"Are you angry that I used your hands or are you angry that I learned those things without telling you? Huh?"

"Who told you to keep hooking me, I'm chasing you now..."

"and also……"

"Wan Ling, you were so beautiful yesterday, I haven't seen enough."

060-061. Forget it

The Immortal of All Souls had seen such a small grass that could withstand the cultivation of his own aura.

I don't know the name, the kind that you can't find if you throw it into a lawn at will.

It's just that the spiritual energy that just came out during Wan Ling's practice opened up the grass's spiritual wisdom. Over time, after Wan Ling finished his ten-year meditation, he opened his eyes and saw that the grass's entire roots had grown from the ground. Pull it out and snuggle into the corner of your clothes.

From now on, when all spirits are about to leave, the grass will always do everything possible to follow behind, and in the place that is not far or near, rain or shine.

The Immortal Wan Ling had already experienced many things at that time. Before he met Lord Xiaolong, he was alone in the mountains. Seeing the little grass being so persistent, he let it go.

The spiritual power that Xiaocao absorbed was not enough to maintain its shape and sound, but the Immortal of All Souls probably knew that Xiaocao relied on him just to want spiritual energy, not much, and he didn't care, as time passed, Xiaocao made progress I want to nest into the arms of a man in order to get more benefits.

The Immortal of All Souls may never find his capriciousness hateful and cruel.

When he is willing, he can make others happy as if he has received the love of the whole world; when he is not happy, he can quickly withdraw and leave without dragging his feet.

Obviously, at the beginning, Wan Ling's non-rejection caused Xiaocao's mind to expand day by day, and it became more irregular and unfounded. However, under the occasional rise of Wan Ling, Xiaocao thought that he was different.

It's just a pity that the man lost interest on a certain day just like every time in the past, and finally left the grass in the same place indifferently after the practice again, and flew away.

Perhaps, that little grass was still waiting for Wan Ling, not knowing what he had done that should not be condemned, he was at a loss and desperate.

Or maybe the little grass itself reached the end of its life early, reincarnated from life to life.

The Immortal of All Souls has no feeling about this.

Wan Ling only felt that Ji Xi was becoming more and more like that grass.

The difference is that Ji Xi is a half-demon, and men treat half-demons differently, even if he subconsciously refuses to admit it.

So when he heard Ji Xi say those bastard words, Wan Ling didn't have any other emotions, as if he was not the person involved, after Ren Ji Xi finished speaking, he said slowly: "There will be no next time."

The man didn't listen to Ji Xi's words at all. Any words of "pursuit" or intimacy are very vulnerable to Wan Ling. After all, Wan Ling has never put all the creatures in the human world on the same level as himself, or on the same position. Treating it is like seeing a cat or a small fish. No matter how dependent the latter is on you, you will never have any other thoughts other than love and affection.

What's more, the Wanling Immortal doesn't even have such emotions as pity and love.

God loves the world, and when it comes to all spirits, it seems extraordinarily meaningless.

Compared with his good friend Luofu Immortal, there are two extremes. Luofu Immortal loves the beautiful things in the world, and he hates the suffering of mortals. Therefore, Luofu Immortal still has his own temple, and the incense is very strong. There are no temples, and perhaps mortals have never even heard of the name of the god Wan Ling.

Ji Xi thinks that she also understands Wan Ling deeply, and knows that her actions may not even make a man angry enough to play with her.

But Ji Xi soon took the man's words as a matter of course, and still uttered some unremarkable words from her diamond-shaped thin lips, looking at Wan Ling fixedly, talking about dispensable topics , Let's easily reveal what happened last night for the time being.

It's just that when Ji Xi was urged to leave because of something, Ji Xi frowned slightly and asked her own doubts, saying how the man left the dream last night.

He knew that Wan Ling had sealed the spell, but he left so grandly when he didn't let Wan Ling go, which is very doubtful.

Wan Ling paused for a second, didn't answer, and didn't know if he was thinking, if he hadn't left last night, what would happen next, or was he thinking about something else...

Ji Xi didn't force her to ask, and while the man wasn't paying attention, she took the man's right hand and rubbed it carefully for a while, then said: "Wan Ling, don't worry about it if you don't want to, I'll come to see you at night, go somewhere with me, you should would love to..."

A man's hand can turn clouds and rain, but it can also be soft as if it has no bones. The handsome young man only knew it later, and he was already infatuated with it. He played with it for a long time before letting go and leaving.

After only Wan Ling was left in the room, Wan Ling slowly looked around the room, and finally fixed his gaze on the corner next to a pot of bonsai. After a while, he said: "Mr. Dragon..."

As soon as the man's voice fell, a dragon king who made no secret of his identity as the king of the deep sea appeared in front of Wan Ling's eyes with his eyes downcast, his whole body filled with water vapor, and a dragon's horn on his head.

Long Jun paused for a while before walking in front of Wan Ling, his dark blue eyes were mostly covered by curly eyelashes, concealing the tumbling emotions, and remained silent.

Wan Ling also guessed, he thought he was released naturally last night, but it turned out not, then someone pulled him out of the dream, all he could think of besides Luo Fu was Lord Xiaolong...

But when Lord Long really appeared in front of him, Wan Ling felt puzzled again.

After all, Lord Long has always obeyed his words to the point of paranoia, this is the first time that Lord Long has violated his wishes.

"Where's Luo Fu?" Wan Ling asked.

Long Jun looks like a child who has made a mistake in front of Wan Ling, even though Long Jun is full of anger