After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhou Changming couldn't have imagined it at all.

In Lin Chushu's dream, there was actually a mysterious person hidden in a coffin.

What kind of strange development is this?

Although it was very strange, he instinctively felt that the person in the coffin might have some connection with Lin Chushu's inner demon.

He held his breath and slowly approached.

There were vines all over the entrance of the cave. He tried to pull it, but the branches and leaves suddenly trembled violently.

Sharp thorns suddenly protruded from the originally smooth surface of the vegetation, piercing deeply into his arm.

He shrank back in pain, but more thorns turned into tentacles, tightly entwining his limbs.

Before Zhou Changming could even struggle, his tongue was sealed by the tentacles.

The scene in front of him gradually blurred. He tried his best to push the vines away, but he could barely see a man lying in the translucent coffin.

……

His vision went black for a while, and his chest was so stuffy that it almost exploded.

When Zhou Changming finally woke up, the first thing he did was to gasp for breath.

The consequences of offending a demon are undoubtedly dire.

The fear of dying oppressed him, and he pinched his arm fiercely before he managed to regain his sanity.

Everything is just a dream, there are too many things to do...

He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the air nearby was still a bit stuffy, and inadvertently looked up——

Zheng and Lin Chushu met their eyes impartially.

Only now did Zhou Changming realize what an embarrassing state he was in.

He didn't know when he got on the couch.

Doves even occupied the magpie's nest and got into the man's blanket.

Was it something he accidentally did while he was struggling?

Zhou Changming wanted to cry but had no tears, his cheeks and eyes were burnt red and shiny with embarrassment.

He raised himself up with difficulty, trying to regain some face and dignity for himself.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

But as soon as he moved, Zhou Changming realized something was wrong.

Through two thin layers of clothing, the distance between them...is too close.

What's more, the morning is the time when young people are full of energy. After such a toss, I immediately have a strange feeling.

Zhou Changming:! ! ! ! !

The rich blood color spread from the cheeks to the base of the neck.

He curled up his toes in embarrassment, not knowing how to explain to Lin Chushu.

The other party suddenly spoke:

"do not move."

Undeniable and flat.

It seems that there is no shocking meaning behind this sentence, it is almost as ordinary as a good morning.

"What... that... I don't..."

Zhou Changming was so frightened that he could speak incoherently, and his vision was blurred by the hazy water vapor.

What Lin Chushu said...

Is that what you think it means?

It's hard for him to talk about this kind of thing, and he has never pretended to others.

I was so flustered that I didn't know why, and I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.

Lin Chushu directly pushed his shoulders to sit up, put one hand on his waist, and gently covered his dantian with the other:

"Hold your breath, let me detoxify you."

... detoxification?

When did you get poisoned?

The ice-cold spiritual power poured into his body, and Zhou Changming's whole body trembled, only then did he realize that his dantian and brain were both hot and abnormal.

Perhaps he approached Lin Chushu subconsciously because this person practiced ice-type spiritual power and had a low body temperature.

As expected, he was too aggressive.

How could a big brother like him who is obsessed with cultivation have any weird thoughts about himself.

"The mirage's constitution is susceptible, and there is Youxintan in the tranquilizing incense sent by Xuanjisi. After you inhale it, it will have the effect of acacia."

Lin Chushu suddenly said lightly.

This sentence is tantamount to thunder from the ground.

Zhou Changming was very embarrassed for a while, and wished he could leave this beautiful world.

Then he really wants to thank the hero for keeping his body like a jade!

"It will be a little weak after detoxification, you can rest here."

Lin Chushu withdrew his hand, seeing him hastily retreating to the foot of the bed, he got up and got off the couch.

"You, where are you going?"

Zhou Changming hugged his knees and asked in a low voice.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted a little.

It was too much to go to Lin Chushu's bed without permission, and he dared to inquire about his whereabouts without knowing his whereabouts.

He shivered, fearing that if Lin Chushu was not angry, his life would be in danger.

But Lin Chushu didn't raise the butcher knife to him.

Instead, Shi Shiran put on his outer robe and tied his hair in a bun with spells.

"Go to Chaoyin Pavilion for the morning meeting, and return at lunch time," he glanced at Zhou Changming lightly,

"If you have any needs, just call the servant disciple directly."

The man on the couch stared at him blankly, hugging the quilt and curling up into a ball.

Thick long hair was scattered along the shoulders, red lips were slightly parted, and under the fair neck, a clear line of collarbone was hidden in the obscene clothes, which seemed to be faintly visible.

The picture in front of him was reversed, and he seemed to have returned to a few hours ago in a trance.

The man's eyes were blurred, his panting was slight, and he posted it without any explanation.

The acacia energy formed by Anshenxiang made the sweet and greasy aroma on Zhou Changming's body more intense.

He stretched out his hand to open Lin Chushu's skirt, and the hot skin was covered with ice, making his whole body look softer and boneless.

Lin Chushu did not push Zhou Changming away.

The boundary between truth and fiction is nothing more than a thin sheet of paper, and the curtain about the truth of that person's identity can be destroyed with just one spark.

But before that, any step beyond the rules is a blasphemy of the past.

The bony fingers tapped lightly on the bright red lips.

All the beauty turned into a cold barrenness, Zhou Changming slowly closed his eyes, and fell on his chest.

……

After Lin Chushu left, Zhou Changming lay on the bed with his eyes wide open, no longer sleepy.

Sometimes it is the calm and stern face of that person, and sometimes it is the strange coffin in the dream.

He tossed and turned, put on his clothes and got up despite his lack of energy.

Continuing to lie on the male lead's couch, no matter how you look at it, it looks a little weird and ambiguous.

The uniform uniform of Mo Xingsi was a robe embroidered with gold on a black background. He simply had breakfast under the arrangement of his disciples.

If you want to have a day with nothing to do, why not find Qiu Sheng Miao to relieve your boredom.

As Lin Chushu's first disciple, Qiu Shengmiao and Jiang Yuzhuo both have their own study rooms.

They are located around the General Affairs Office of the Moxie Criminal Division, which is convenient for assisting Lin Chushu in handling official affairs.

Zhou Changming pushed open the door, and saw Qiu Shengmiao with messy hair.

At this time, he completely lost the ease and ease of being in the devil world, and exuded the aura of a social animal overwhelmed by work.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Don't mention it," Qiu Shengmiao helplessly supported his forehead,

"It's all that Laoshizi Qiwu Immortal Venerable. I don't know what happened to him, but he wants to join candidates from the Demon Race and the Spirit Race in this morning dew test."

"It's only one month away from the morning dew test, and the Xuanji Division has just drafted the list of personnel and materials. As for the specific implementation and the layout of the assessment venue, isn't it all in the charge of our Moxing Division? It's really a leader who moves his mouth and disciples run away... "

He was still chattering, Zhou Changming was taken aback for a moment, his thinking had gone astray uncontrollably.

It's another year of morning dew test.

This grand event held every five years is the selection and assessment for outstanding disciples sent by various sects in the mortal world to enter the Chaoyin Pavilion, and only monks under the age of thirty and above the Golden Core cultivation level can participate.

When he was still Qin Cangyan, he and Lin Chushu and others worked hard for nearly ten years in order to break into the top ten in this selection and obtain the qualification to enter Chaoyin Pavilion.

It's a pity that everything ended in that catastrophe.

It's a pity that I couldn't watch Lin Chushu win the first place with my own eyes.

"Brother, it's not advisable to talk about the Immortal Venerable Qiwu behind his back, what if the walls have ears."

Jiang Yuzhuo's words drew back Zhou Changming's attention.

Seeing that there were too many official documents piled up in front of the two of them, he simply moved a bench and sat down to help them fill them out together.

The tasks of the Mexican Criminal Division are mainly material distribution and venue layout.

He has been in charge of this kind of thing before in the division, so he is naturally familiar with it.

Qiu Shengmiao and Jiang Yuzhuo immediately felt a lot more relaxed, but they looked at each other and could see the doubt in each other's eyes.

Before the spiritual race matures, it is basically impossible to leave their birthplace.

Since Zhou Changming is just a mature mirage, why does he know so much about human affairs?

The two of them tacitly agreed to press the button without mentioning it, and of course Zhou Changming didn't notice anything unusual.

He sorted out the volumes at hand, and suddenly found that the cover of a certain volume was a bit too colorful.

This is……

He couldn't hold back his curiosity, and looked through it quietly.

This does not seem to be a roster of personnel, but a volume of scriptures titled "Eternal Regret in Xuemian".

Among them, there are many scenes of tenderness between ears and temples, and even more unspeakable lingering sentimentality.

But why...the protagonists of the story are two men?

And one of the protagonists, why is his character so similar to Lin Chushu?

It's almost like a fan tailor-made for him.

Zhou Changming bit the bullet and continued to look down.

The two protagonists in the story, Su Fengxue and Shang Yimian, are brothers from the same school.

The two face each other day and night, go through life and death together, and naturally have different feelings for each other.

However, as luck would have it, during an experience, Su Fengxue was seriously injured in order to protect Shang Yimian, and died soon after.

In order to save his senior brother, Shang Yimian did not hesitate to make a deal with ghosts, fell into the devil's way, and gained the ability to travel through time and space.

Once the remaining souls enter the path of reincarnation, they will be reincarnated into different existences.

Shang Yimian guarded Su Fengxue's every life, went through life, old age, sickness and death with him, just to collect the overflowing soul at the moment before his death.

The style of this book is delicate, but the brain hole is terrifying.

Many of the details shocked Zhou Changming's nerves even more.

"A person's traits are engraved in the soul, and it is an irresistible instinct. No matter how many times he has been reincarnated, it is as clear as ever in my eyes."

When someone asked why Shang Yimian could keep finding the reincarnated Su Fengxue, he answered like this.

Put it on yourself, even if you change your appearance every time you enter the game, try your best to pretend to have a different personality...

But in Lin Chushu's view, is it really irrelevant?

The change in his attitude towards himself, and those haunting nightmares and demons...

Is it just a coincidence, or did I see some clues?

Zhou Changming suddenly felt a strong palpitation.

The author has something to say: He escapes, he chases, they are all unable to fly is the eternal truth hhhh (pushing glasses)

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