Chapter 51: The story of the little coward and the ghost (7)

Qin Lang entered the room and brought a pair of shoes for Lu Yuan. Qin Lang was a little embarrassed, "I didn't think anyone would come to my house, so I wasn't prepared..."

Lu Yuan glanced down at the pair of fluffy shoes with black ears, did not change them, but went straight into the house. With his black boots on the floor, he didn't even make a sound, and Qin Lang choked on the words behind him.

If other ghost masters saw this scene, they would probably scold Lu Yuan for being arrogant and ignorant of the rules. How could there be a reason for a slave to walk in front of the master? Simply very under-tuned. Teach.

Qin Lang turned on the TV and invited Lu Yuan to sit on the sofa. Then he went back to his room, changed his clothes, and cooked two bowls of noodles. The original owner's cooking skills are still good, and he learned to be self-reliant early on by himself for a long time.

The two bowls of noodles were placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Qin Lang dragged a small stool and held one of the bowls. His face turned slightly red again, as if he was a little embarrassed: "I, I'll go grocery shopping tomorrow..."

Please don't dislike the latter, try it, what do you like to eat, and whether there are taboos. Qin Lang, who seldom communicates with others, couldn't decide what to say first, so he gave up.

He didn't eat at noon, and he was already very hungry. Seeing that Lu Yuan really didn't want to do anything, he ate it first. After eating a few bites, he suddenly remembered something, and hesitantly looked at the costumes he was looking at. Lu Yuan of the drama. Lu Yuan's profile was perfect, and Qin Lang couldn't help but take a second glance.

He opened the drawer under the coffee table, pulled out a needle, punctured his finger, and dripped two drops of blood into the other bowl.

The smell of blood immediately attracted Lu Yuan's attention. He looked at Qin Lang, who was huddled and sitting on the side, looking at him a little embarrassedly. Seeing that he was looking at him, he pointed to the bowl of noodles. , "Forgot to put the seasoning for you, eat it."

Lu Yuan's sitting posture is very upright, even if he is eating noodles with a bowl, he is still elegant. Sitting on the small bench, Qin Lang, who was so much shorter than Lu Yuan, suddenly felt like a little **** crawling at the feet of the emperor. He was extremely weak!

After eating the noodles, Qin Lang intends to wipe his body, then take medicine and go to bed early so that he can recover quickly.

The wound could not touch the water, and the gauze could not be undone for the time being. He put the hot water in, and just after taking off his clothes, he found Lu Yuan standing behind him in the mirror.

He was startled, looked at Lu Yuan with his arms in his arms, and said with a blushing face, "You... can you go out?"

Lu Yuan recklessly looked at the body of the little white sheep, Bai Huahua, with a innocent and even frank smile on his lips: "Thank you for the hospitality tonight, your injury is inconvenient to bathe, can I help you?"

Qin Lang swallowed his saliva. He seemed to see that Lu Yuan's eyes darkened a little after saying this.

It was obviously cold winter, even if the lights were turned on, the doors and windows closed, and the upper body was naked in the bathroom, it would still feel cold. But Qin Lang only felt a little hot right now. His shrunken body was a little stiff, and the tips of his ears were already red. He raised his head and glanced at the mirror secretly. Behind him in the mirror, Lu Yuan rolled up his long sleeves to reveal his pale but strong arms, twisted the handkerchief, and wiped his back earnestly.

The beautiful butterfly bone fell into Lu Yuan's eyes. The fair neck was slender and fragile. I wanted to smash and smash it hard, so that these places were covered with traces of him. He spread out the wet handkerchief in his hand and wiped it gently around Qin Lang's waist. There was only a thin piece of cotton cloth between his cold hands and his warm body. Like touching, so ambiguous.

Lu Yuan didn't breathe, so even if his face was only one centimeter away from Qin Lang's neck, he would not be noticed, so Lu Yuan kissed Qin Lang's neck as graceful as a swan neck as he wished. The delicate touch made Lu Yuan bend his eyes and stick to Qin Lang's thin body.

[Ding, Lu Yuan - Favorability is 10, current favorability is -79. ]

The cold and soft lips on his neck are probably Lu Yuan's lips, so the one that touches his thigh through the soft cloth is...

Qin Lang trembled all over, what the **** are you doing, boss? I really didn't plan to lure you tonight!

Qin Lang seemed to have been scalded by the fire, he slidly pulled the bathrobe on the shelf and put it on, leaning on the sink to look defensively at Lu Yuan, the lustful lunatic in his eyes. Qin Lang seemed to be frightened, his shoulders were trembling slightly, and he shivered: "You...you go out..."

Lu Yuan smiled wickedly, licking his lips slowly and charmingly, full of color. Qin Lang's legs were weak, he secretly swallowed his saliva, it was too foul, he really wanted OOC.

Lu Yuan smiled and said, "Just kidding with you."

Qin Lang glanced at a certain ghost's bot lane without a trace, hehe, just kidding? Have the ability to put your stuff away?

Seeing that he hadn't gone out, Qin Lang was so anxious that his eyes filled with tears, aggrieved and scared, and his face blushed: "Please go out..."

"Master, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Lu Yuan coaxed softly, with a faint smile in his eyes, he passed the bathroom wall and left Qin Lang's field of vision.

"Fuck!" Qin Lang rubbed his face and looked at his face in the mirror, which had not returned to its normal color, "Tong, how many years have I been sleeping?"

The system felt that the question of the host was a bit boring: "Five hundred years, what?"

"My God!" Qin Lang held onto the sink weakly. In the last world, he abstained from the severe cold for five years. After being together again, he couldn't go out for seven days.

He still remembered the most shameful thing he was making breakfast for Yan Han one morning-because in response to the request of Yan Han who wanted something in the kitchen the night before, he was wearing a white shirt with severe cold, and the slightly looser clothes obscured his Small shorts, green and tempting. As soon as he came out of the bedroom, Emperor Yan Ying couldn't take it anymore, he walked to Qin Lang's side, squatted down and enjoyed his breakfast, he didn't allow Qin Lang to stop making the real breakfast, and then, just when Qin Lang was confused When the mother Yan came back...

The cooking table just covered Yan Han's figure, Yan mother didn't plan to stay any longer, she just came to return the keys to the two husbands, and Yan Han didn't stop. It is conceivable that at that time, Qin Lang was still talking to Yan's mother, and at the same time he had to accept being squeezed, which was so shameful! He was a little suspicious of whether it was obvious that Mother Yanhan left very quickly and quickly in the end.

Qin Lang held his forehead, sighed, and the memory was over. The old man who had been abstaining for five years was so cruel and so good at playing, this time for five hundred years, Qin Lang felt that he might be cold, oh no, for sure!

System: "..." Did something strange happen in the mosaic just now?

"Twenty-five, hurry up, I haven't exchanged the reward from my last world, give me a potion that can keep my blood and blue back very fast." Qin Lang said eagerly.

"Wait, I'll take a look," the system chewed on potato chips and flipped through the store's information, "It's a bit of a coincidence, it's out of stock."

"Huh?" So tight?

"There are too many people who exchange this kind of item, and it usually takes a long time for the item to be sold out..." The system said, and suddenly had an epiphany, and immediately sat up from the paralyzed posture, "Hey... You are planning to marry your old man. Attack what?"

"Hmm..." Qin Lang blushed and didn't answer.

The system has a serious face: "No way. If you want to have **** with your old gong, you will die."

"..." Do you feel so terrified too?

The system continued to be serious: "Do you know how heavy your old attack is? You are also of the most yin physique. It is easy to inhale evil energy when you are in close contact with him. Once or twice will not be fatal, but you also know what kind of virtue your old attack is. Your body will become weaker and weaker, and you will have to hang up in less than three months."

Qin Lang thought of Lu Yuan licking his wound when we first met, and then he became evil, and then he had a high fever, and he was so weak that he could collapse when he walked... Suddenly Qin Lang's face collapsed, and there was no love for a sexual life. How can it be called a happy life?

"Are you thinking of continuing to develop a deep relationship with your old gong after you die? I forgot to tell you that the original owner's wish this time was to 'live in the sun'. Regardless of whether these five words have double meanings, just A 'live' word, this idea is not very good. Of course, if you give up the extra this time, it doesn't matter." The system's tone was a bit underwhelming.

Qin Lang was very indifferent: "Tell me, there must be other ways."

"..." The system, who wanted to watch the host collapse and wanted to pretend to be successful, sighed in frustration, but he firmly refused to admit that his IQ was several grades lower than the host, so he pretended to have expected it, "I knew it. You will ask me, so I have already packed it for you. Please keep the Complete Works of Ghost Cultivation. This is a high-level secret book from the world of Cultivation. It includes all kinds of incisive formations and mysterious techniques. The world has been consecrated, and the original owner's small and fresh wishes will definitely be fine."

After the system finished speaking, the tone was still a little higher, and the whole body exuded an air of asking for praise and praise.

Qin Lang flipped through the thin tablet-like book that appeared in his hand, page after page, with no end in sight. The catalog on the first page clearly marked the categories, and as long as his hand touched the categories on the catalog , the book can be automatically turned to the corresponding page, which is very powerful and full of high-tech atmosphere.

Qin Lang nodded with satisfaction, and returned to the bedroom with the book in his hand, completely forgetting to praise Twenty-Five.

The system wiped his face with vicissitudes of life, let's wash and sleep.

On Monday, Qin Lang did not ask for leave because of his injury, but took Lu Yuan to the studio together.

His painting has been completed, and the weather is good for the weekend and two days. After calculating the time and the thickness of the paint he used, it should be dry. However, the painting is still fresh, as if it has just been completed.

"Low-level ghosts." Lu Yuan, who was watching from the side, said suddenly, and he didn't know if he was talking about something in his paintings or... something in the painting.

Qin Lang rubbed his ears and worked quietly in the corner, waiting for the professor to hand in his homework. After entering the door and seeing his drawings, he never looked up and played the game dully.

The professor of the oil painting department is still very young, his name is Tan Qing, and he is well-known in China. He is not only talented, artistic, good-looking, but also has a background, but I heard that he is having an affair with an entertainment actress recently. No, the students in the class in the early morning are almost the same, and they are all looking forward to it. write.

Qin Yang and his party were the last to come. When they saw Qin Lang in the far corner, who looked down and played with his mobile phone as if nothing had happened, their expressions were a bit unnatural.

Aware of the gazes of Qin Yang and the others, Qin Lang raised his head and glanced at them. He pursed his lips, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions, some puzzled, angry and resentful, but most of them were still disappointed and hurt. struggle.

Several people looked away even more unnaturally. After all, they were just a group of eighteen or nineteen-year-old children. They almost killed their classmates. They even picked themselves clean in front of the police, feeling somewhat guilty and embarrassed.

Qin Lang said nothing, lowered his head again, and waited for the resurrection of his character.

Following Qin Lang's talented gaze, Lu Yuan glanced at all those people, and said lightly, "They are your friends? They are dying, won't you save them?"

Qin Lang squeezed the phone tightly and didn't answer.

"Huh? What is this? Can you teach me, master?" Lu Yuan quickly changed the subject, and his hooking voice immediately disturbed Qin Lang's mood.

Lu Yuan bent down slightly, and a few strands of his long black hair fell on Qin Lang's mobile phone screen. Qin Lang manipulated the character's hand for a while, and the character under the hair was once again ushered in death.

Qin Lang didn't dare to look directly at Lu Yuan's beautiful and beautiful eyes, he gently pulled over the empty chair next to him, motioned Lu Yuan to sit down, and then showed him. Lu Yuan stood up straight, and the ink hair that had fallen on the screen swept across the back of Qin Lang's hand holding the phone.

Qin Lang shook his hand, and the phone almost fell into the bucket under the easel. That feeling, the feeling of hair brushing the back of his hand, was slightly cool, slightly itchy, and slightly comfortable...

Qin Lang is not easy to speak, lest everyone think that there are ghosts around him and that he looks like a monster. He approached Lu Yuan a little without a trace, and the screen could be clearly seen by the other party.

However, as soon as his stand-alone practice session started, there was a sudden "squeak" beside him, Zhang Ping sat on the chair Lu Yuan was sitting on, and straightened his thick eyebrows and whispered, "Qin Lang, I heard about Zhou Six...Are you all right? Did you encounter anything strange?"

Seeing the big guy stand up from a chair shared with Zhang Ping with a gloomy face, Qin Lang opened his mouth and his eyes were a little dull: "..."

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