His Majesty rarely "betrayed" once in his life, and it was a brand new life experience, with a unique taste. He ate it with the roasted crispy fish skin, and even made a fuss. He slowly finished half of the strip, and then savored it for a moment at the door of the study that he had been photographed, and couldn't help but laugh.

Then the Majesty, who was so empty that he could not stand up, stood up quietly, tidied up the dining table quickly, dipped in water and outlined a circle of fresh-keeping talismans beside the meal, and finished it in one go without any stagnation. After thinking about it, he changed a few more strokes, making the talisman look trembling and barely formed. Then he took off his phone and went back to the house to rest, preparing to coax it again tomorrow.

He suddenly felt that he had a lot of time and there was no need to rush everything... but he didn't expect that some sacred birds didn't even have the energy to be half a night.

After turning off the lights in the living room, Xuan Ji came out to pour water and found that Sheng Lingyuan was not in use with a refrigerator half a meter away, so he insisted on wasting his energy to draw talismans.

He was stunned for half a minute at the very forced talisman, and suddenly realized that life here was actually completely unfamiliar to Ling Yuan. His Majesty is used to showing off his strength, and he looks at it with ease on the surface, but in fact, how could it be so easy to adapt?

Xuan Ji's heart was sore, soft and worried. He couldn't help but sneak into the bedroom to see him. Sure enough, he saw Sheng Lingyuan occupying only half of the bed, and he didn't even alarm him when he went in. Sheng Lingyuan's brows were frowned slightly, not a dark and sweet sleeping face... it was his face that he had quietly accompanied him on countless quiet nights.

Xuan Ji always wanted to hug him when he frowned, so he was so stupid...

Xuan Ji climbed into the bed in the middle of the night and was found. The heat on his body crawled from his waist to his neck and ears. He got up without saying a word and left, but was caught by Sheng Lingyuan.

"Xiao Ji," Sheng Lingyuan took the opportunity to say, "The illusion at the foot of Biquan Mountain was not what I thought about temporarily."

Xuan Ji looked stern: "That's what you made up now?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "That was what I saw from a miscellaneous note when I was young."

Xuan Ji said "Ha" and felt that His Majesty might not have woken up, and he made up lies but didn't have to make up - Sheng Lingyuan didn't know that he was a devil when he was a child, so he would be so pure and honest. He would not have learned such a kind of slutty way of being in a bright and clear manner.

"I said, Your Majesty, you really..."

"I thought at that time, I am a mortal. What should Tong do if I am a mortal in a hundred years? I can't grow up, helpless and lonely, what should I do if I'm afraid?"

Xuan Ji was stunned.

"So I want to leave something for you. It was changed by the Nightmare spell. I want to give it to you when I die. This thing can be left in your sea of ​​consciousness. What do you encounter during the day and dream at night, the 'I' in the dream will accompany you again... until you don't need me and forget Brother Lingyuan." Sheng Lingyuan opened his arms and said vaguely, "Leng, come here to warm up."

Xuan Ji was gently pulled by him and then he fell back into his arms with his strength, listening to the man's heartbeat silently, slow but steady, much more powerful than before.

"Lingyuan..."

"Shh—" Sheng Lingyuan raised a finger to press against his lips, "Don't talk, let me hug you for a while, Xiao Ji..."

His hand slid quietly into the hem of Xuan Ji's pajamas, and some light swept across the distance, and then became darker. Sheng Lingyuan opened his eyes where Xuan Ji was not paying attention, narrowing his particularly passionate eyes, bringing out a faint cunning smile.

This little devil was so arrogant in the illusion that if he didn't get it back today, his Majesty had pretended to be a lame for several days-

"Lingyuan," at this time, Xuan Ji in his arms suddenly said, "I'll ask you something."

Sheng Lingyuan let out a "hmm" sound, smelled the smell between his hair, and quietly pinched his hand.

Xuan Ji: "Aren't you so weak that you can't stand up? Why did you break so much furniture in our house just now when you open your eyes?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Xuan Ji grabbed his wrist, which was quietly pinching his hand gesture, and his fiery breath wrapped around him aggressively. Although His Majesty was not as sick as he pretended, he was still recovering slowly. He did not breathe, and the demonic energy on his hand gesture suddenly vented, and Xuan Ji pressed his wrist to the pillow.

"Pretending to be dead—" Xuan Ji gritted his teeth and showed a grim smile, "Pretending to be sick, pretending to be a lame, lie to me... several times."
Chapter completed!