Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Rong Zhi sensed Mo Yuan's approach, glanced at him casually, then lowered his head, took out a handkerchief moistened with water, and carefully wiped the blood from the corners of Duan Lang's lips and face.

The movements are carefully treated as if they are dealing with unique treasures in the world.

The demon energy in Mo Yuan's body surged, and the scarlet lines were printed like thick blood, like a dragon whose scales have been offended.

"Let him go."

Rong Zhi casually propped up a circle of light to isolate Mo Yuan's voice from the outside, so as not to wake Duan Lang up, Mo Yuan's abyss-like eyes remained calm.

"You are not qualified to order me yet."

Mo Yuan's face was extremely gloomy and cold, his whole body seemed to be wrapped in the night, exuding an aura of fury.

Demonic energy emerged from his palm, turned into a giant blade, and slashed towards Rong Zhi fiercely, aiming at the arm he was wiping for Duan Lang.

Rong Zhi's eyebrows didn't move, his dark eyes were as deep as the sea.

I didn't see any movement from him. When the giant blade that shook the sky and the earth touched the aperture he propped up, it disappeared without a sound without causing any waves.

Subsequently, the transparent aperture becomes brighter and brighter.

Mo Yuan raised his eyes to look at Rong Zhi, a sense of crisis and anger rose at the same time, pulling back half of his sanity.

"who are you?"

The moment the magic energy was absorbed by the aperture just now, he felt the breath from the same kind.

The man in front of him is probably the same monster as him, and a stronger and more powerful monster than him.

Rong Zhi finally wiped Duan Lang's face clean, stood up, took a deep look at Mo Yuan, "One day you will know."

Duan Lang slept very deeply this time, and when he woke up, he was at a loss for a moment when he saw the strange roof.

Hey, where is this?It's not like his room.

By the way, I remembered, last night that dog Mo Yuan wanted to kill him, it was Rong Zhi who saved him.

Then this should be Rong Zhi's room.

"A-Lang, are you awake?"

Just as he was thinking, a deep and hoarse voice sounded from the side.

As soon as Duan Lang turned his head, he saw Rong Zhi's peerless handsome face, and he almost fainted from the shock.

The same is true of human life, so how can there be such a big difference between people.

"Friend Daoist Rong, good morning."

Rong Zhi leaned over, supported Duan Lang's back with his palms, and helped him sit up.At the same time, with a movement of the palm, he sucked the teacup on the table over and fed it to Duan Lang's mouth, "Drink some tea, your voice will be hoarse."

Duan Lang was indeed very thirsty, but seeing Rong Zhi so attentive, he felt very uncomfortable as if covered with hair.He took the teacup and coughed, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Rong, I'll do it myself."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened slightly, and then he looked at him nonchalantly, "How is A-Lang? Are you feeling better?"

Duan Lang had already finished drinking the water, upon hearing this, he lowered his head and looked inside his body, then asked in surprise and joy: "It's all healed, fellow Taoist, what panacea did you give me?"

There is no spiritual energy in this ghost place, even if you take the magic pill, the injury will not heal easily.What's more, he was injured so badly last night.

Rong Zhi slightly hooked his lips, "It's just an ordinary panacea, A-Lang doesn't need to take it to heart."

Of course Duan Lang didn't believe Rong Zhi's words, so he asked a few more questions. Seeing that he still refused to reveal, he simply took out a few spiritual plants that he picked from the valley before, and handed them to Rong Zhi.

"I don't have anything long, so I'll give you a few spiritual plants. Fellow Daoist Rong, don't dislike him."

Rong Zhi knew what Duan Lang sent him without using his consciousness, and the smile on his lips grew wider.

"A-Lang treats me like an outsider just like that. I'm a good Lingzhi. If A-Lang really wants to thank me, how about giving me something close to you?"

Duan Lang: "..."

If I didn't know that you have a partner, I would have suspected that you were flirting with me.

Are personal things just given casually?What's more, he doesn't have anything close to him, except the soft couch that he sleeps on so hard every day, and the spirit stone.

Could it be that Rong Zhi actually wants Lingshi?Because I was too embarrassed to open my mouth, did I change such a tactful way of saying it?

He rubbed the tip of his nose, and said embarrassedly: "Fellow Daoist Rong, I don't have many spirit stones on me, I only have these few spirit plants. If you don't like it, after we get out of here, I will sell the spirit plants and give you the spirit plants." Stone, okay?"

If not, then he really has nothing to do.

Rong Zhi's dark eyes were deep, Duan Lang's slightly shy face was imprinted in his pupils, and his heart throbbed slightly.

"A-Lang misunderstood, I don't want Lingshi."

"Ah?" Duan Langfeng's eyes slightly opened, "Then what do you want?"

Rong Zhi looked at him deeply, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

Duan Lang was startled, and subconsciously wanted to hide, but saw Rong Zhi's finger turn and point to the top of his head.

"I want Ah Lang...'s headband."

Duan Lang: "..."

Can't speak well if you don't breathe too much?He almost got it wrong!

However, why did he feel that Rong Zhi didn't mean the top of his head just now, but wanted to touch his face?

Could it be that if you fall in love with a man, the whole world is gay.

No, you have to quickly extinguish this little evil/evil flame.

He tore off the headband tied on his head and handed it to Rong Zhi, "An ordinary headband, let alone one, even if Fellow Daoist Rong wants ten, I will give it to you."

Rong Zhi took it with lowered eyes, and held it tightly in his hand, "I will keep it."

Duan Lang began to feel that Rong Zhi was weird again.

— It's just a hairband, why does Rong Zhi's tone seem so solemn?Could it be that this headband is actually a spiritual weapon or something, but he just doesn't know it?Or is it some kind of hidden golden finger, after a drop of blood, it can cut through time and shuttle back to the future?

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly feel a little reluctant, wondering if I have to come back now, is it too late?

A smile flashed across Rong Zhi's eyes, pretending not to see his lingering eyes, with a movement of his fingers, he put the hair tie back into the storage bag, and then took out a new one, motioning for him to turn around.

Missing the opportunity, Duan Lang felt very sorry for himself, he only tried his best to comfort himself that it was an ordinary hair tie, looked at Rong Zhi and said, "What's wrong?"

Rong Zhi shook the moon-white headband in his hand, "It's a gift, I'll give A-Lang my headband as a gift, and help you tie it on by the way."

Duan Lang: "..."

Do you want to have two more glasses of wine and make a blood alliance?Or Taoyuan sworn brothers?

And when men tie men's hair, don't you feel GAY in GAY?

He opened his mouth, and was about to refuse, when Rong Zhi said: "A-Lang won't refuse me, will he? After all, this kind of thing is so common."

Duan Lang: "..."

He turned around, resolutely refusing to admit that he had really thought about it just now, "Trouble, fellow Taoist."

Rong Zhi chuckled, put the hair tie to his lips and bit it, put his slender fingers through Duan Lang's hair, and began to comb slowly.

His movements are not fast or slow, and it is very comfortable to put his cool fingers on the scalp occasionally.

Duan Lang sighed, and his whole body couldn't help but relax, "If I have such good skills as fellow Taoist Rong, I won't always have to worry about tying my hair."

For this kind of long hair similar to ancient times, he was really not used to it. Every time he combed his hair, he wanted to cut it off, but for this and his own

She has the same flourishing beauty as herself, so she can only hold back.Although the short hair on top of his face is also good-looking.

Rong Zhi grabbed Duan Lang's black hair that had been bundled up, and skillfully wrapped the hairband around it.Looking at the moon-white headband set on the crow-like black hair, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Beam it a few times, and you will become proficient."

If you are always unskilled, I will help you with your hair in the future.

Duan Lang called out the Xing Ling Sword, and took photos with its reflective blade, and was very satisfied with Rong Lang's craftsmanship.

Rong Zhi smiled and said, "Is A-Lang hungry? I have some food in my storage bag, let me take it out for you to taste?"

Duan Lang's eyes lit up instantly.

God knows how long it has been since he had a normal meal. On the day he just went to Beiling City, he had a chance to eat it, but was disturbed by Chen Siyuan.

He put away the Xing Ling sword, staring at Rong Zhi with his phoenix eyes, shining brightly, "Is there anything delicious here?"

Rong Zhi put the prepared dishes on the table one by one from the storage bag, "Is it enough?"

Braised pork in brown sauce, fish with pickled cabbage, lotus root with osmanthus, lychee shrimp balls... There are more than ten dishes in total, all of which are his favorites.

Duan Lang's saliva almost flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and he grabbed Rong Zhi's hand, "Brother, Brother Rong, you will be my real brother from now on."

Rong Zhi's fingers trembled violently, desperately restraining the urge to hug Duan Lang into his arms, his black eyes were as dark as the night, and he looked deeply at him, "As long as Ah Lang likes it."

Duan Lang didn't notice Rong Zhi's abnormality, and his attention was attracted by the dishes on the table.He let go of him, sat down in front of the table, and waved to him with a smile as bright as the morning sun.

"Friend Daoist Rong, come quickly, if you don't eat it, it will be cold."

Rong Zhi tightly grasped the hand held by Duan Lang just now, took a deep breath, and sat beside him.

Duan Lang had already picked up the chopsticks and the bowl, and after Rong Zhi sat down, he first picked up a piece of braised pork for him, and after being polite, he began to feast on it.

I don't know where Rong Zhi bought the vegetables, not only the appearance is excellent, but also the taste is the same as the ones he ate before he was reborn, very pure.

When he finally put down his chopsticks, Duan Lang felt that the food was pouring into his throat, and he didn't even dare to move.

Rong Zhi didn't eat much, and was busy bringing food to Duan Lang. Seeing him slumped on a chair without any image, he poured a cup of spiritual tea and handed it to him.

"Drink some tea and digest food."

His fingers are as white as jade, holding the blue and white porcelain teacup, like an ink painting drawn by celebrities.

Duan Lang involuntarily took a second look, thanked him, and took the teacup.

Strange, how come one or two he met had such beautiful hands.

Mo Gou is, and now Rong Zhi is too. Could it be that they are brothers who have been separated for many years?

After drinking the spirit tea, Duan Lang's hunger still persisted, so he decided to go out with Rong Zhi for a walk.

The two walked out one after the other, and just opened the door, but heard a creaking sound, and the door next to it was also opened.Then, Mo Yuan's cold face appeared.

Seeing Rong Zhi and Duan Lang, his eyes were slightly cold, and his cold blade-like gaze turned on Duan Lang, and when he saw the scrunchie on his black hair, his expression became extremely cold.

Duan Lang didn't expect Mo Yuan to come out suddenly, after a moment of surprise, he subconsciously hid behind Rong Zhi.

Following his movements, the small space instantly turned into an ice cave.

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