domestic hell grinder

"What is this?" Yin Zhao picked up a small red bottle and shook it a few times, staining the dark liquid all over the wall of the bottle.

"Yue Ling's painstaking effort." Ling An continued his movements lightly.

Yin Zhao's hands trembled, and suddenly he felt the bottle wall was a little cold to the touch: "You are perverted, you are cutting people's heart."

Ling An rolled his eyes: "It's your Yue Ling who is perverted. He doesn't care about his obsession once he gets it. In order to save Yue Ye, he has to try the forbidden technique. You can see that his body can't stand the torture at all."

"Forbidden technique? Will it die?"

"That's not to say, it's just a short life."

"And...already?"

A strange smile appeared on Ling An's handsome face: "Do you think longevity is good?"

"I haven't tried it, I don't know."

"But I know, for us, because we are destined to live forever, we will not cherish it instead. It doesn't matter if it is longer or shorter."

"I seem to understand, but I don't care, you still have to save Yue Ling."

Ling An dragged out the ending: "Oh——"

"Is there any use for you to stir up all this blood now?"

"The raw materials for Yue Ling's healing were originally intended to be used on Yue Ye before, and there are still some left over, so there is no need to use them for nothing."

Yin Zhao: "How long will it take to wake up?"

"I don't know how to divination, so how do I know when he will wake up?" Ling An looked at the gauze covering the wound on Qingjun's face in front of him, and blinked, "Why don't I use it for you too?"

"Huh? For what?" Yin Zhao's gaze unconsciously fell on the red bottle in Ling An's hand.

Ling An smiled calmly, then unexpectedly pinched Yin Zhao's chin——

"Well--"

A slightly thick bloody smell lingered in Yin Zhao's mouth, and the vermilion droplets slid down his lips, staining the corner of his jaw red.

Yin Zhao realized that when Ling An drank Yue Ling's blood for himself, he felt astonished and slightly strange in his heart, which was extremely subtle.

Ling An looked at the dazed Yin Zhao, and smiled even more happily: "The blood of the gods may have some effect, look at your face, if it gets worse, you will lose your appearance, what a pity."

Yin Zhao wiped away the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of contempt: "You are a bad taste."

"Why do I think you're having a good time drinking?"

Yin Zhao panicked: "I'm not as perverted as you."

A few soft laughter came from behind the two, interrupting their conversation.

When Yin Zhao turned around, he tried his best to recall: "Su Yue?"

"Little ghost, you are right, Ling'an is a bad taste," Su Yue covered her mouth and chuckled, "But it's okay to drink."

As soon as Su Yue finished speaking, she frowned slightly: "Huh? Why is the ghost aura on your body gone?"

"Someone gave me a medicine bead from the underworld, which can hide my breath. Otherwise, like last time, I might be plotted by someone as soon as I got off the plane." Yin Zhao squinted at Ling An.

"Yin Zhao," Ling An sneered, "You and Yue Ling's broken private jet has made the back of my manor what kind of mess, don't you have any idea? Lose money!"

Yin Zhao put aside the topic in time: "Hey, where's your skeleton butler? I didn't see it all the way in."

"It fell apart and was buried."

Yin Zhao thought of the broken phalanx, and was startled suddenly.

"Where is it buried?"

Ling An casually mentioned a location.

Seeing the back of Yin Zhao leaving, Su Yue suddenly remembered something: "My brother went out for a walk, and it seems that he went there too."

"Yin Zhao doesn't look like someone who took the initiative to cause trouble, so he probably won't be able to fight."

Su Yue sighed lightly: "Oh, but my brother likes to cause trouble."

Ling An slightly bent his mouth: "I don't think so, let's forget about this, let's talk about something more interesting. What do you think about Yue Ling and this brat?"

Su Yue raised her eyebrows and said, "You're blind, love, can't you see it?"

"Of course I can see it," Ling An smiled mysteriously, "but why do I have other ideas."

"Say something quickly or shut up."

"All right, all right, I don't think they have any results."

"Why don't you see people well?"

Ling An shook his head: "It's not that I cursed them. According to my short understanding of Yue Ling, knowing that this brat has only stayed by my side for a few years, I think he will stop in time on the verge of falling. There will be opportunities in the future, so why play a game of moths to the flame at this time?"

Su Yuechi laughed: "Then explain to Yue Ling what's going on this time? Doesn't he know that stopping reincarnation is a serious violation?"

Ling An was speechless for a while before replying, "Good question."

Yin Zhao comforted himself that the butler's hand bone had fallen off once when he came last time, maybe it's really time to fall apart.But when he thought of the moment when the dagger of the Nine Dynasties was hanging in front of his eyes, he was finally protected by a mysterious force, and he couldn't help but wonder if the housekeeper helped him prevent this calamity.

When Yin Zhao walked to the place mentioned by Ling An, he had a handful of red roses in full bloom in his hand. After all, he remembered that the butler's coffin was always covered with these things.Ling An chose a good location, under the shade of a tree.

After Yin Zhao put down the bouquet, he bowed earnestly a few times.

"Buried inside is a skeleton."

When Yin Zhao heard a strange voice, he glanced around for a while, and finally raised his eyes and saw a man sitting on a tree trunk.The man's slightly upturned slender eyes also stared back at him, his sharp-edged face expressionless.

In the past, Yin Zhao would always look at a good-looking face a few more times, but after staying with Yue Ling for a long time, the threshold of amazement also increased, and he quickly looked away: "I know, I know it .”

The man was still staring at Yin Zhao, with hesitation in his tone: "God of Impermanence?"

Could it be because I drank Yue Ling's blood?Yin Zhao was startled for a moment, then shook his head: "I am not the God of Impermanence, but I am a man of the God of Impermanence."

The man smiled playfully: "Oh, the person who was raised by the god of impermanence. You know how to find a big tree to rely on. I don't know who it is?"

Yin Zhaoben was a little upset about Yue Ling and the housekeeper, and when he said this, he was so annoyed that he spoke sharply: "If you don't know each other well, it's better to be merciful. It's meaningless to speculate without authorization."

The man's face froze for a moment: "You mean I have no morals?"

"...I don't mean that," Yin Zhao saw that he would offend others if he continued like this, so he said goodbye perfunctorily, "There are still important things to do, so let's go first."

It's really weird.When Yin Zhao turned around, he was speechless and helpless.

When Yin Zhao returned, Ling An happened to come out of Yue Ling's room, and Yin Zhao hurriedly asked him, "Is Yue Ling better?"

"Don't be nervous, you'll wake up soon." Seeing his appearance, Ling An couldn't help joking, "Why don't you go and call him?"

"Not serious." Yin Zhao stepped past him.

After staring at the flower garden outside the window for a while, Yin Zhao focused his eyes on Yue Ling again. However, he suspected that he was dazzled, otherwise, how could he see Yue Ling's hands seemed to be clutching the bed sheet tightly, with slight bruises.

No, Yin Zhao rubbed his eyes and exclaimed in a low voice: "Yue Ling!"

Yue Ling's eyes were closed tightly, but there were fine beads of sweat oozing from the corner of his forehead.

Seeing that he seemed like a nightmare, Yin Zhao subconsciously inserted his hand through the gap between Yue Ling's palms, separating the bed sheet.

Yue Ling's grip was a little tight, causing Yin Zhao's hand bones to hurt slightly for a moment.

"Yue Ling? Yue Ling, Yue..." Yin Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief when the fifth sound was called.

Yue Ling opened his eyes slowly, turned his head slightly and fixed Qing on Yin Zhao's face for a while.

Even though he had been in a coma for several days, when he woke up, his eyes were not clouded at all, and they were still shining, which made Yin Zhao lose his mind for a moment.

"I'm having a nightmare." Yue Ling spoke first.

"About Yue Ye?" Yin Zhao replied subconsciously.

Yue Ling let go of Yin Zhao's hand, and said softly, "I don't remember."

"Since it's a nightmare, it's okay if you don't remember it," Yin Zhao looked at his loosened hand, "Speaking of Yue Ye, I left him and Teddy to watch the house," he didn't show any guilt on his face, "Also, although Yue Ye and I met for the first time, we got along well. We love each other harmoniously and peacefully. But I have to tell you something that is not very peaceful, Siyuan—"

"Yin Zhao," Yue Ling interrupted him, "tell me something about you."

Yin Zhao looked into his dark and deep eyes, stared blankly, and said, "I brought you here to Ling'an. Although he didn't look very reliable, he did wake you up very reliably."

"I can see that this is Ling'an's home, what else?"

Yin Zhao wondered whether people who just woke up from a coma would gain a sense of security by asking about the recent situation of those around them, so he tried hard to think about what he wanted to hear, and then said: "I haven't done anything these days, I'm just in a hurry, I'm worried about you, if something happens to you, I can't make up for it even if I dance a thousand reincarnations."

A smile flashed across Yue Ling's eyes, and he said, "Who wants you to dance the reincarnation?"

Yin Zhao asked tentatively: "But I will always dance in a few years, after the time in the judge's book is over."

Yue Ling sighed imperceptibly.Rubbed his head with one hand: "How did you come to Xiacheng?"

Yin Zhao showed a guilty conscience: "I told you not to be angry."

"not angry."

"Just break through, so your plane is gone."

As soon as Yin Zhao finished speaking, he noticed that Yue Ling stopped rubbing his head and turned to cover his head.