domestic hell grinder

The blood-stained shirt was thrown on the ground casually, and Yin Zhao lay naked on the big soft bed, staring at Yue Ling who was fiddling with medical equipment at a leisurely pace.

After the disinfection and bleeding tools were lined up, Yue Ling slowly turned to him. Yin Zhao couldn't help but shivered when he saw the pliers in his hand.

"Don't move." Yue Ling frowned slightly.

"Brother, don't you want to use anesthesia? Or you can just use a small spell to paralyze my pain."

"Don't be wordy," Yue Ling looked at the wound on his body intently, "The embedded glass is not too deep, it will not be very painful."

"...I don't believe it." Yin Zhao's eyes began to fog up.

Yue Ling explained lightly: "This is Ling'an's territory, and it will suppress my divine power, so you have to rely entirely on your will."

"Then why don't you knock me out manually?"

Yue Ling leaned down, with a bit of teasing in his twinkling eyes: "You really want me to make a move?"

"Brother, I'm ready, you can start removing the glass." Yin Zhao's desire to survive was instantly aroused.

Although the glass shards were not embedded deeply, they were connected with flesh and blood after all, and every time a piece was pulled out, the pain would be piercing. Even if Yin Zhao scratched through the quilt, he couldn't restrain his moans of pain.

But outside the door there was a clueless Ling An who was still adding fuel to the scene in a lazy voice: "Yue Ling, do you have to be so fierce?"

"Shut up." There was a flash of panic in Yue Ling's voice, even if he was as calm as him, he felt that the blood splashed on his hand was extraordinarily cold for a moment.

Yin Zhao thought he was talking about himself, but froze for a moment.

Yue Ling was a little annoyed, and didn't know how to explain it, so he just said softly, "Say whatever you want."

"Who is Ling An?" Yin Zhao panted heavily.

"It's been so many years that I almost forget what he is. I just remember that he has lived in Xia City for a long time and knows a lot of strange arts."

"Do you come to Xia City often?"

"Occasionally."

Yin Zhao's attention was finally diverted from the pain a little: "What happened to that auction?"

"Clients include rich people and gods and monsters. They are just here to hunt for novelties. Most of the time they are auctions. Today is an exception."

Yin Zhao frowned: "Are there many ghost dealers in this city?"

"Xiacheng has their own way of dealing with the undead, which seems inhumane, so undead often escape, ghost hunters are considered a profession."

"No...inhuman?"

"Serve the gods and monsters until the soul disappears, there is no theory of reincarnation."

"Then why do humans still want to rush in?"

Yue Ling pondered for a moment: "For some people, a lifetime of luxury and freedom may be worth anything."

Yin Zhao looked into Yue Ling's eyes seriously: "Brother, I still prefer our place."

Yue Ling pulled out the last shard of glass and said slowly, "I'll be back soon."

"Why did brother leave Xia City at that time?"

After Yue Ling applied disinfectant on his arm and put on the hemostatic gauze, he answered, "I have a very bad relationship with some people in the Xia City Committee."

"for example?"

"I don't remember."

Yin Zhao groaned, his eyes fell on Yue Ling's thin and slender fingers inadvertently, and suddenly felt that their blood-stained appearance was a bit dazzling.

However, before he could speak, Yue Ling got up first: "Sleep, I'll deal with it."

"Brother," Yin Zhao looked at him with piercing eyes, "your room should be closer to mine."

"Ok?"

Immediately, Yin Zhao's face changed several times, and finally turned into a pitiful look: "Ling'an - he always talks about tigers and wolves to me."

During the two seconds that Yue Ling was stunned, he added another sentence: "I'm afraid."

Yue Ling coughed, his eyes drifted away unnaturally: "This is my room."

Yin Zhao smiled brightly: "Shall I go to sleep on the sofa?"

"You are willing."

"That's not necessary." Yin Zhao felt relieved instantly, but Yue Ling couldn't move away, and his eyelids were too heavy to open.

However, where Yin Zhao couldn't see, there was a silver dagger sticking out of Yue Ling's chest, with blood dripping straight down, and he watched all this expressionlessly.

When Yue Ling walked out of the room, Ling An was yawning for the eighth time tonight.

After seeing him.Ling An's fox-like eyes are full of ambiguity: "Master Yue, you are so caring."

"Think whatever you want," Yue Ling threw him a red porcelain bottle, "do the business before you think about it."

Ling An's eyes darkened: "Yue Ling, you are dead-headed."

Yue Ling seemed irrefutable, and did not refute it.

Ling An squinted at the closed door: "Judging from your style of doing everything with a purpose, adopting a little ghost for no reason may be related to that matter."

However, Yue Ling's expression of "Just ask, if you ask, I'll lose" repeatedly made Ling An's teeth itch with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

"Yue Ling, I can tell that that kid doesn't rely on you as usual." Ling An folded his hands in front of his arms, and almost wrote the word "eat melon" on his face.

When Yue Ling closed his eyes, his long eyelashes were slightly pressed down, covering up the slight waves in his eyes: "Just mind your own business."

"Cut," Ling An turned around gracefully, "Who can I choose to accompany me today?"

Yue Ling: ...

He leaned outside the door for half an hour before gently pushing the door in and covering Yin Zhao with a blanket.

After an unknown amount of time, an interrupted murmur suddenly sounded in the silent room.

The moment Yin Zhao pressed on the wound, he suddenly realized that Yue Ling was by his side, and abruptly cut off the remaining lingering sound.

With the dim light of the night light, Yin Zhao carefully turned his head to look at Yue Ling's sleeping face. Fortunately, there was no sign of being disturbed.He was about to look back when he saw a white bandage.

It was hidden in Yue Ling's slightly open nightgown.

Yin Zhao leaned over curiously, poked it with his finger, and after a while, a hand clamped his wrist.

A drop of cold sweat broke out, and Yin Zhao greeted Yue Ling's pupils with a guilty conscience: "Brother, good evening."

"...be quiet."

"I didn't take your clothes off, I..." Yin Zhao thought about it quickly, "Maybe I was sleepwalking just now."

"Yin - photo."

Yin Zhao turned over and fell asleep: "An Fen, An Fen."

Yue Ling tightened her nightgown: "If you don't sleep, you will run around the manor tomorrow morning."

"Brother, good night."

"..." Who is uneasy?