domestic hell grinder

"Who are you?" The person in front of him blinked his ignorant and clear eyes.

Yue Ling sighed imperceptibly, and asked him, "Who are you?"

Yin Zhao pointed to himself: "Me? My name is Yue Ling."

Yue Ling began to feel a slight headache: "...that's me."

"You are Yue Ling, then I am—"

Yue Ling slowly said word by word: "Yin, Zhao."

[It's so strange, he can recognize me and Su Yue, but he doesn't remember himself and you, and he only answers Yue Ling when he asks his name.It is preliminarily estimated that your soul is too powerful compared to a ghost, which may cause some kind of oppression, leading to certain disturbances in his IQ and memory in the early stages. ] When Yue Ling thought of Ling An's original words, he felt a little uneasy. It is not known whether this symptom is long-term. Is this the so-called consequence?

Is it really that simple?

"Are there flowers on my face? Why are you looking at me like this?" Yin Zhao couldn't read the worry in Yue Ling's eyes.

"Yes, but only I can see it."

"You're lying," Yin Zhao rubbed his cheeks, then put down his hand and passed through Yue Ling's silver thread, picked up a few strands and looked at them carefully, "Your hair looks good, and you look good too."

"You've boasted before."

Yin Zhao smiled: "Then did I like you very much before?"

"I think it is."

"Then I will like you from now on."

"Okay," Yue Ling paused, "But don't you like it now?"

The smile on Yin Zhao's face deepened: "I really want to eat cake now, I will like you if you give me cake."

Although Yue Ling was told to remember to care for older children, when he heard the words, he subconsciously knocked him on the head: "Am I only worth a piece of cake?"

Yin Zhao flinched: "Then...the two yuan?"

Yue Ling took a deep breath: "You can't get used to eating outside, you can only eat at home."

Yin Zhao looked around the room he was in: "Isn't this my home? Yes, my home doesn't look like this."

"Yes, your family doesn't look like this."

Yin Zhao was quite obedient, and after being persuaded by Yue Ling, he stopped pestering him, but he couldn't hide his frustrated look.

Yue Ling lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then lightly took out the silver ring in his hand: "It's not a new thing, I've worn it for a long time, but do you want it?"

Yin Zhao immediately beamed with joy, and looked at it carefully when he took it: "Would you wear it for me?"

"You can use it for whatever you want, I think you might like it."

Yin Zhao carefully compared the width of each finger, and finally put the silver ring on the ring finger: "It's suitable."

After Yin Zhao had forgotten about the cake, Yue Ling asked, "Does your head hurt? If you think about it now, can you remember anything?"

Yin Zhao frowned and pondered hard, before answering: "What should I remember?"

"We have to wait." Yue Ling seemed to say to himself.

Yin Zhao quickly put his arms around him: "You are not happy, I will play with you."

It was not yet noon, and the sun outside was still mild. Yue Ling withdrew his gaze from the distance, turned his head and said to Yin Zhao, "Come out for a walk with me."

He could only hope that there might be a place in the manor that could trigger his memory.

Yin Zhao was still very happy, every time Yue Ling talked to him, he would be happier unconsciously, and of course he agreed to such small things as taking a walk.

When he arrived in the garden, Yin Zhao raised his head and squinted his eyes to stare at the sun for a while, then put his palms in front of his eyes, letting the light shine through his fingers, and when his hands became warm, he grabbed Yue Ling's hand: "It's so cold here, I found out just now. But do you know why they hid me in the ice room? It was so cold when I woke up."

Yue Ling suddenly felt that Yin Zhao's memory didn't seem to matter much whether he could get it back or not.He held Yin Zhao's hand instead: "You were injured before, and the wound will heal faster if you put it in the ice room."

Yin Zhao nodded half-understood, and when he wanted to say something to Yue Ling, his face froze suddenly.

Yue Ling followed Yin Zhao's strange gaze and saw only Jiu Chao and no one else. "Yin Zhao?" He didn't understand why Yin Zhao suddenly hid behind him.

He didn't realize anything until the next moment, and asked softly, "What are you afraid of?"

Yin Zhao tugged on his clothes, and said in a very low voice, "That's a bad guy, go away."

Jiu Chao didn't understand Yin Zhao's abnormality at first, but when he approached, he found that Yin Zhao's expression became more and more nervous, and he was still muttering: "Go quickly, he will kill you."

After Jiu Chao came to his senses, he was a little embarrassed for a while, so he stood where he was and stopped moving forward.

It seems that it is just that I can't remember it, rather than forgetting all the past.Although Yin Zhao behind him was still nervous, Yue Ling bent his lips instead.

Jiu Chao felt that what he saw in front of him was a little strange, and he was even more speechless.

It was the silence that Yue Ling broke first: "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"That... originally existed," Jiu Chao couldn't help but look at Yin Zhao a few more times, "but his current state doesn't seem suitable for talking about things."

Yue Ling patted Yin Zhao's hands tightly clasped in his arms a few times, as if signaling him to calm down: "Let's go now."

"Nine Dynasties," Yue Ling said, "he will have some vague impressions of the past, but he can't remember everything or clearly. Let's talk about it later."

Jiu Chao thought for a while: "Okay, then I'll make arrangements to go back as soon as possible."

He couldn't keep walking, after all, Yin Zhao had helped Yue Ling to keep warm, but now his own hands became cold.

After returning to the room, Yue Ling pressed his shoulder solemnly: "Don't tremble, he won't kill me, he is not a bad person now."

Yin Zhao twisted his hands behind his back anxiously, repeating: "He will kill you, he will..."

Yue Ling had encountered many difficult things, but none of them would disturb him as much as now: "Yin Zhao, be obedient, sit down first."

Yin Zhao still shook his head: "Go quickly, he will come after you in no time."

"Yin Zhao, look at me, you can do what I do, and then he will definitely not come after me."

Yin Zhao nodded in a daze.

In order to calm him down, Yue Ling pretended to be calm and sat on the sofa first. Unexpectedly, Yin Zhao lay down flexibly after a moment of silence, and then neatly put his head on Yue Ling's lap: "Really?" Won't you come after me? I have to rely on you."

Yue Ling's eyes fell on Yin Zhao's bent legs because he couldn't put it down, and his eyelashes trembled slightly: "I won't come. Are you still flustered? Are you sleepy?"

"I won't panic when I lie down, but I'm a little sleepy." Yin Zhao answered one by one seriously.When he finished speaking, he took Yue Ling's hanging arm over and wrapped it around his neck, forming a gesture of encircling him.

Yue Ling let him manipulate him, and when he fell asleep, he lightly picked his earlobe with his fingers.

Losing memory and reducing intelligence has the fun of reducing memory and reducing intelligence.Yue Ling has learned to have fun while suffering.

When Yue Ling started to feel numb in his legs, he tried to pat Yin Zhao to wake him up, but he was sleeping really soundly. Yue Ling could only hold the back of his head with his hands, trying to move his position, but unexpectedly, Yin Zhao was moved by this move. Get refreshed.

Yue Ling raised his hand on Yin Zhao's neck: "Get up first, I'm a little numb."

Yin Zhao also felt some itching on his neck, subconsciously stretched out his hands to scratch, and stopped suddenly when he touched a certain position.

Yin Zhao sat up immediately, pointing to the deep mark on his neck: "What is this? It's even sunken in."

"Bite."

"Who is so perverted, still biting people."

"Me." Yue Ling said it very naturally.

Yin Zhao's eyes lit up, and he sat down on Yue Ling's lap with lightning speed, clasping his shoulders with both hands, and said enthusiastically, "Is it fun? I want to bite too."

"Zi—" Yue Ling moaned a little hurriedly.Not only because of the slight tingling pain from the teeth embedded in the neck, but also because... I have told the kid that my legs are numb, why didn't I listen.

Yin Zhao thought that biting his neck was just for fun, and he couldn't grasp the strength well. In addition, Yue Ling didn't make a sound after that, but the hand holding Yin Zhao's waist was a little heavy, so he felt that Yue Ling wouldn't hurt, so he bit harder. vigorously.

It was not until he tasted the fishy smell between his utterances that Yin Zhao suddenly let go because of a sudden heart palpitation.

"It hurts!" Yin Zhao was startled by the bloodstains in front of him, but he had no time to care about Yue Ling, and instead held his heart and cried out the pain.

Yue Ling seemed to have noticed something, and looked thoughtfully at Yin Zhao, who had suddenly lost his mind. However, his expression was too painful. Yue Ling let go of a hand supporting his waist, and clenched it into a fist, piercing deeply with his fingertips. In the palm of his hand, he reluctantly let himself resist the urge to interfere with Yin Zhao.

Time passed minute by minute, and the moment Yin Zhao stopped struggling, the world seemed to be stagnant.

Yin Zhao slowly opened his eyes, stared at Yue Ling who was close at hand for a long time, and then said softly: "Yue Ling."

Before Yue Ling could speak, he widened his eyes in surprise: "What's wrong with your neck? What a big tooth mark."

Yue Ling's eyes darkened deeply: "You bit it."

"Really?!" Yin Zhao touched his earlobe subconsciously when he was nervous, but he became more nervous the next moment, "Where's my earring? Where's my ruby? It—"

Yin Zhao's words came to an abrupt end.

When kissing Yue Ling, Yin Zhao gradually let go of the hand that was holding Yue Ling's shoulder, and slowly moved it back, covering the back of his neck.The sound of slightly rapid breathing lingers between the tips of the nose.Yue Ling's well-articulated hands gently kneaded Yin Zhao's waist with a little strength, as if afraid that they would disappear as soon as he let go.

Get rid of all his scruples, Yue Ling thought.