The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

The scene was stalemate for a while, with ups and downs, this must be the most spectacular scene at the entrance of Hehuan Zongzong for so many years.

"The Demon Race! It's the Demon Race!"

"And that demon who escaped from the Ten Thousand Devils' Cave!"

"That Chu Shun really has a human face and a beast's heart! He pretended to be merciful on weekdays, but he actually did such a thing of deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors behind his back! It's really a cancer in my cultivation world!"

The monk's wave exploded in an instant.

The demonic energy was undisguised, and the sky was gray. Ling Yugeng looked at the sedan chair carried by the demons. The black gauze curtain was blown by the wind, and there was no one on the sedan chair. Obviously, they came here to pick up someone.

The monks accused Chu Shun of harming their clan compatriots. When the demon came to seek Chu Shun, the demons also came to intervene. If there are too many coincidences, it is no coincidence.

The fan in the demon leader's hand is easy to recognize. This is Chu Shun's right-hand man in the original trajectory.

Ling Yugeng turned his head, Yuanyao and Chu Shun looked at each other.

"Do you recognize them?" He asked with his lips parted.

At that moment, Chu Shun's black eyes were suddenly attacked by demon energy, and the dark iron epee in his hand exuded a faint dark red light.

Ling Yugeng couldn't see the expression in Shun's eyes clearly, but he could feel that Chu Shun's current state was not normal.

Chu Shun dragged the epee, which was so evil and could be called a superior magic weapon, on the ground. The sword made a piercing sound on the ground, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

Chu Shun walked up to Ling Yugeng step by step, Ling Yugeng didn't move, Chu Shun's footsteps didn't stop, he missed Ling Yugeng's side step by step.

"know."

These two insignificant words fell into Ling Yugeng's ears.

"Master, are you going to kill me?"

Chu Shun paused for a moment, and looked sideways at Ling Yugeng's profile.

What Ling Yugeng taught him the most was to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and to be a good person.

pity--

He was never a kind person.

Ling Yugeng is a god who is merciful to all living beings, but he only wants to blaspheme the gods.

Ling Yugeng has always been clean, dressed in white clothes cold, spotless, dirty, only him.

His birth was a dirty existence, from inside to outside, from blood to his skin, it was all dirty.

No matter how you wash it, it won't be clean.

Waking up from a big dream, like a flat mirror, was completely shattered tonight, and his sweet dream also woke up.

Ling Yugeng wanted to leave here, and had been trying to break through the barrier he set up.

He is gone, where can he find him.

Chu Shun withdrew his gaze, dragged his sword, and walked towards the demon clan.

Wanting to leave, wanting to leave, is not that easy, as long as his soul is still in Ling Yugeng's body, he will keep him in this world forever.

He originally thought that as long as he didn't become a god, Ling Yugeng would always stay by his side.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chu Shun saw the man move, but he didn't stop him. The next moment, someone grabbed his wrist.

"Don't go there." Ling Yugeng said.

Chu Shun paused, thinking that he was going to say something important again, but he only listened to him:

"It's over, I can't protect you."

Chu Shun's condition didn't look very good, and there was still a dazed look in his eyes, wondering if the sword had affected his mind——

"I found you! Hahahaha..." There was a wild laugh, and the face of the monster in Wanmo Cave was reflected on the gray sky, with greedy desire and malice, "Little friend Chu, I will repay you Thank you, come out quickly!"

An ice-blue sword appeared in Ling Yugeng's hand and took shape in his hand. He held the hilt of the sword and blocked Chu Shun behind him.

"Want to snatch people from my demon clan?" The young leader of the demon clan waving his fan looked at the big monster and sneered, "Are you worthy too?"

The two sides moved their hands at a disagreement, the sky became darker in an instant, the earth shook and the mountains shook, the monks below did not dare to act rashly for a while, each set up a barrier to protect themselves, and there were many discussions.

Chubei Shao said loudly: "Fellow Taoists, the great disciple of the Hehuan Sect, Bian Miao, who charmed the Kunlun disciples, and the sect disciple who was next to Jiang Chaoyun Yang's Gu wound, are simply working with evil demons and heretics! Don't be fooled, everyone."

"No and no." A female voice came.

Bian Miao threw a kit in his hand, and came out from the dark place, "Speaking of which, before I had time to return it, it was a Kunlun disciple who went there. Today, I will treat this thing as returning it to you."

The kit turned into powder in her hands, she blew lightly, and scattered it into the distance.

"Master, please don't hand over your junior brother." Bian Miao turned her head and said with a light smile.

Jiang Chaoyun was moved when he heard the wind: "Want to fight?"

Chu Hui stood behind Jiang Chaoyun, holding his collar to prevent him from rushing straight up.

Elder Meng snorted, "My Hehuan Sect doesn't cause trouble, and I'm not afraid of trouble."

Ling Yugeng looked down at the faces of the monks below, either with hatred or fear. Although the picture pearl had a small flaw, it was not without it. They really didn't notice it, or they did, but they suspected that a monk with the blood of the demon clan , is much easier than doubting an orthodox monk.

Everyone in the world has a herd mentality. When one person says that there is something wrong with that person, another person can disbelieve it, but when everyone says that that person has a problem, then even those who don't believe it will believe the result.

"What is evil heresy, what is righteousness?" Ling Yugeng said, "Would you rather listen to the slander of the wicked than believe what you see, and be a puppet in the hands of others?"

No one wants to be the first bird to take his words.

There was a turmoil in the barrier of Hehuanzong, and a demon cultivator fell on the edge of the barrier and fell to the ground. The great demon of the Ten Thousand Devils Cave laughed and said, "More, more".

Everyone looked up.

If the shock continues like this, the barrier of the Hehuan Sect will loosen.

"Chu Shun." Ling Yugeng said, "If you still regard me as your master, then stay here."

He tilted his head to let Elder Meng take good care of him, and walked away with his sword. The Hehuan Sect was directly above, and the two sides were fighting fiercely, and Ling Yugeng joined them.

Chu Shun raised his head and looked at Ling Yugeng who was submerged in the cloud, and beside him were his senior brothers. The barrier was turbulent, and a small group of monks took advantage of the chaos and started to attack the mountain.

He lowered his eyes and held the sword.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a while, the upper and lower sides fought, and the sky was full of dust. Usually, it should be dawn, but today it is still shrouded in dark clouds.

Half a day later, Chu Shun stood in the crowd with his sword in hand, looking up into the sky, but there was no one, only occasional sword light and spiritual energy fluctuations, his dark pupils were dilated, the sound of fighting around him came, and the smell of blood poured into his nose, in a trance, He seemed to be sitting on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, looking indifferently at the purgatory-like world.

……

One day and one night, the dark clouds hanging over Hehuanzong slowly dissipated. Ling Yugeng raised his sword and fell from the sky. The demonic energy was still lingering on his sword.

A monster rolled down from above, with only a few black wings and feathers left behind, it was the end of the road.

On the other end, the young man at the head of the Demon Race wore a mask and licked the blood from his lips.

Ling Yugeng held the sword and went to the big demon. When the sword was about to fall on him, the big demon casually pulled over and blocked him. He glanced quickly at the crowd, fixed on a certain position, and attached Behind the man, clasp his heavenly cap.

In the crowd, Chu Beishao's body froze, trying to escape, but he was out of control like a puppet.

As early as the first three years, he kept hearing about the deeds of the Hehuan Sect master and his young disciple from other people. When he learned that the young disciple was Chu Shun, demons had already begun to arise in his heart. Can't help but compare them, until Kunlun was defeated that time - he was bewitched and got into a catastrophe.

The spiritual power in his body dried up quickly, his pupils constricted, "No! You can't...you can't do this!"

The people around stopped fighting and couldn't help but stay away from him.

Chu Beishao knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand hastily, "I saved you, you can't..."

He didn't have a chance to say the following words again, he made a few sounds in his throat, and fell to the ground with a "bang", his body became dry and flat like a withered branch, and it would disperse when the wind blew.

It was only a few breaths before and after, and no one reacted.

This creepy scene made the surrounding monks hold their breath and quiet down by coincidence.

The legendary genius, with such a posture, died in a state of embarrassment.

After that, the big monster looked around, as if looking for the next prey, he quickly went to a place, which was the direction of Chu Shun, and a sword light cut down, blocking his way.

Moxiu didn't intervene anymore, the three-party melee became Ling Yugeng and the big monster's home field, no one around dared to approach, Ling Yugeng forced the monster into the sky again.

His own data seemed to have become chaotic, but he couldn't find time to repair it. The big monster somehow managed to return to the light, and his realm was above Nascent Soul.

Ling Yugeng set up an enchantment, and fought bloody battles with the big monster in the enchantment, people outside couldn't get in, and people inside couldn't get out, it was like a closed space.

"Master." A sudden voice called out.

Ling Yugeng raised his eyes, and the big monster turned into Chu Shun's face.

He snooped on his hidden data.

"Master." The other party smiled sweetly, then frowned again, "I'm in so much pain, don't hit me, okay?"

Ling Yugeng shook his head, and was almost hurt by the other party. He wiped the blood on his neck, and his brows and eyes were a little sleepy for a moment.

Modern humans use smart phones, and there are more or less things in the phone that they don't want others to know. The behavior of this big monster is equivalent to digging out these things.

They really don't know how to respect other people's privacy.

He touched something that shouldn't be touched, a taboo in Ling Yugeng's heart.

Ling Yugeng's attack became more violent in an instant.

……

The big monster was annihilated, but it attracted thunder disaster.

Ling Yugeng's realm was about to break through. When he faintly sensed the changes in his body, he tried to suppress this feeling. He was already on the verge of breaking through. Now that an opportunity came, Lei Jie still came as promised, so he had to sit cross-legged to welcome Lei Jie.

The monks in the Nascent Soul Realm crossed the catastrophe, and the thunder catastrophe was exceptionally spectacular.

The dark clouds were densely covered with blue lightning, and when the accumulation was enough, a thick lightning struck down. Ling Yugeng protected his body with spiritual power, and the data was hit by waves.

After seven or seven 49 thunder calamities, each one is more difficult than the other.

When Ling Yugeng tore off the barrier in blood and fell from the barrier, what he saw was the disciples cleaning up the follow-up scene. The disciples put down the things in their hands and saluted. Ling Yugeng asked him what happened in the cultivation world in the past few days. The disciple reported Looking at the events of the past few days, the sect was fine. He said that not long after Ling Yugeng and the big monster went up that day, the monks dispersed.

When it came to the retreat of the monks, the disciple's expression was a little strange.

Ling Yugeng didn't pay much attention, and glanced at Hehuanzong, "Is Chu Shun still in the sect?"

"Let's go." A voice came from behind Ling Yugeng.

Ling Yugeng turned around, Elder Meng came over stroking his beard, looked at him for a while, "Congratulations, Suzerain, for breaking through the Nascent Soul realm."

Ling Yugeng's face was pale, and he was not too happy to break through the realm, "Chu Shun left, what's the meaning?"

"That kid..." Elder Meng sighed, "I left with the demons."

Ling Yugeng clenched the sword in his hand tightly.

"He asked me to bring you a sentence." Elder Meng said, "Don't go to him... Where is he!?"

"Let's go." The disciple on the side whispered and pointed to the sword light in the sky.

Elder Meng: "..."

At the entrance to the Demon Realm, the demon cultivator fell to the ground, howling everywhere.

"Tell you demon masters to come out," the man held his sword, with a cold face and a thin voice, "otherwise, I'll kill you."

"I, I'm going to report!"

When the demon cultivator was running in, the door of the cave opened, but the person who came out was not Chu Shun, but a masked young man with a gentle voice, "What is Sect Master Ling doing? Don't hurt everyone."

Ling Yugeng: "The one I'm looking for is a disciple of my Hehuan Sect."

"A disciple of the Hehuan Sect?" The young man's smile remained unchanged, "Then Sect Master Ling must have found the wrong place. We only have demon cultivators here."

"Then what I'm looking for is your Demon Lord."

"The demon lord is not here, Sect Master Ling, please go back."

The two were at a stalemate, and neither of them made a move easily.

"Chu Shun." The deep voice was infused with spiritual power and became thicker, "I know you are inside, if you really want to make a clean break with me, come out and tell me clearly."

The smile on the young man's face sank, "Sect Master Ling—"

He paused, didn't know what he heard, turned his head and looked in, his face changed, he smiled again, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Please come with me."

He put away his sword, followed the young man, and entered the Demon Realm. There was a gloomy demonic energy inside, the aura was thin, and no grass could grow. The two of them went all the way in, and when they reached the main hall, the young man stopped in his tracks.

"Sect Master Ling, go in by yourself," he said.

Inside the hall, candles were placed on the wall, and on the throne in the middle, Chu Shun in a black dress sat on it. With his fair face and clear phoenix eyes, everything in the eyes was familiar to Ling Yugeng.

Chu Shun watched his white clothes stained with blood, as if he was wearing a wedding dress, he walked down, "I heard that Master has made a breakthrough, congratulations, Master."

He walked down from the top, and the two were at the same height. Chu Shun touched Ling Yugeng's clothes, "Master is injured."

"Small injury." Ling Yugeng said, "You..."

"Go get some medicine." Chu Shun said, "Change your clothes."

He slid his fingertips down, hesitated at Ling Yugeng's cuff, but still grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to go in. When Ling Yugeng raised his hand, Chu Shun froze for a moment, then pulled the corners of his lips and forced a laugh, When his hand was about to be retracted, it was held, and his fingertips rubbed the back of his cold hand.

"No hurry." Ling Yugeng wanted to ask him something, but was blocked by Chu Shun.

"I know what Master wants to say." Chu Shun said, "Let me tell you slowly, Master will come with me to treat the injuries on your body."

The residence of the Lord of the Devil Realm is very good. Chu Shun took Ling Yugeng to his residence, rummaged through the box and took out some medicines to treat the wounds, and threw the blood-stained clothes aside. Chu Shun sat behind him, and when he applied the medicine, , Ling Yugeng asked him why he left without saying goodbye.

"Master knows." Chu Shun lowered his eyes and applied medicine to Ling Yugeng, "I am of the blood of a half-demon, and the cultivation world is not the place for me to stay. I will drag down the Hehuan sect."

"There's no right or wrong." Ling Yugeng said, "It's just whether you want to or not."

"If you don't have the ability, you can't even protect the people you want to protect, you can't keep what you want, and you can't get what you want." Chu Shun said, "What's the point of that?"

"Master...do you mind my identity?"

"I don't mean that."

Chu Shun wrapped gauze around Ling Yugeng's waist, passed his hands behind Ling Yugeng, and put his chin on his shoulder, "It's good to see you again."

After applying the medicine, Chu Shun put the things aside, "Master is waiting for me here."

"Where are you going?"

"I'll return soon."

After all, he took the used gauze and medicine and went out.

After a while, Chu Shun came back, took some food and put it on the table.

There are few spiritual things in the demon world, but the food he brings are all high-quality spiritual things.

"Master, are you hungry? The disciples made some food, and they are all made according to Master's taste. You can try it to see if you like it." He said.

Ling Yugeng looked at the food on the table.

Another demon cultivator came outside, Chu Shun went out and said a few words to someone, but Ling Yugeng couldn't hear clearly through a door, he knew it was what Chu Shun didn't want him to hear.

"I have something to go out, Master, please rest here."

After he finished speaking, he turned and opened the door, and went out.

The room fell silent.

Ling Yugeng took a spoon and took a sip of the soup. The sticky, weird and overly sweet taste stuck in his throat. Ling Yugeng pressed his fist to his lips, coughed a few times, and took a sip of the tea beside him.

It shouldn't be Chu Shun who did it, it's... unique.

He didn't touch the food again.

Something was wrong with Chu Shun, that kind of something was wrong, it had been lingering in Ling Yugeng's mind ever since he saw him.

He looked like nothing happened, he was obedient and obedient.

The furnishings in the room were simple, Ling Yugeng got up and walked around in the room. This room didn't look like someone lived in it. He opened the door and saw two people standing by the door.

"Where is Lingzong mainly going?" asked the two demon cultivators.

"You don't have to stand here and watch."

"Hehe." A demon cultivator smiled honestly, "The demon master sent us here to protect Sect Master Ling. After all, the demon world is dangerous. If Sect Master Ling doesn't like it, I will stay away."

It's more like surveillance than protection.

Ling Yugeng closed the door, went back to the room, and found a place to sit cross-legged.

Just broke through the realm, still a little unsteady.

It is difficult to distinguish between day and night in the demon world. After a long time, there was a rustling sound from the door, Ling Yugeng's closed eyelashes trembled slightly, the door was pushed open and closed again without a sound, and a figure came to Ling Yugeng's side.

"Master."

With a pair of arms around his waist, Ling Yugeng opened his eyes, and the young man leaned against his shoulder, rubbed his face lightly, raised his chin, breathed on his earlobe, and bit it lightly.

The same behavior as Ling Yugeng's "inner demon".

He suddenly tensed his back, Chu Shun kissed him from his earlobe to the side of his face, Ling Yugeng did not move like a mountain, until he went down, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, Chu Shun Shun fell into his arms, with a half-smile on his lips, a strand of Ling Yugeng's hair curled up.

"Master is here, are you still used to it?"

"Don't mess around."

"Don't you like what you ate today? Master didn't touch it much."

"no appetite."

Chu Shun asked him why he didn't finish eating, and Ling Yugeng said that it was time to change the cook.

The smell really makes people think that someone has poisoned it.

After he finished speaking, Chu Shun was silent for a moment, then changed the subject again.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and I miss you very much." Chu Shun leaned on his shoulder, and his fingertips slid from his shoulder to his palm, sketching one or two, "I miss Master's callused hand, relieve me ..."

He whispered two words next to his ear, and all the breath he exhaled sprayed into his ear.

Ling Yugeng confirmed that he was seducing him.

The last time I saw Chu Shun that day, Chu Shun's condition was not very good. This time, he never mentioned the Sea of ​​Spiritual Consciousness, and neither did Chu Shun.

A sore on the lip.

"What is Master thinking?" Chu Shun asked, "Will Master be so boring when you are with me?"

"Understood." Ling Yugeng lowered his eyes and held the troubled finger in his palm, "I will give you what you want as a teacher."

"Really?"

"Ah."

"Will you give me everything?" Chu Shun asked in a bewitching voice, "Even if what this disciple wants is the master's life?"

After finishing speaking, he laughed again, and changed the subject, "Master, first...please love me."

Ling Yugeng has helped him too many times, and he has figured out how to make him comfortable.

Done.

Ling Yugeng washed his hands in the water, while Chu Shun sat at the table, resting his chin and watching him wash his hands, wondering what he was thinking, Chu Shun didn't stay here overnight, and left after staying for half an hour.

In the next two days, Ling Yugeng didn't see Chu Shun much, mostly during the day when he was changing his dressing, he went out and out of the Demon Realm, always followed by two people behind him, Ling Yugeng used the binoculars to contact Elder Meng, first asked the sect's What happened, I asked again, what happened the day Chu Shun left.

"That day..." Elder Meng recalled.

That day Chu Shun's pink disciple uniform was soaked in blood, with blood beads hanging on his face, and he stood aside with his sword in hand. No matter who approached him, he raised his sword without a second thought, as if he had gone crazy. Afterwards, Ling Yugeng crossed the tribulation, and when Lei Jie came over, it was raining, Chu Shun raised his face and looked at the sky, as if he had come to his senses, suddenly withdrew his sword hastily, and went towards the demon clan.

"He looks like a sign of being possessed, since you saw him, how is he doing?"

Ling Yugeng: "Look...it's okay."

He didn't say much.

There was a knock on the door, Ling Yugeng and Elder Meng broke the binoculars, got up and opened the door, outside the door was the Moxiu who was guarding him, Moxiu piled up with a smile and said: "The devil is here, please, Sect Master Ling will go with the younger one." Bar."

It was still in the hall in Bairi, Mo Xiu sent him to the entrance and stopped. Ling Yugeng stepped into it, the hall was full of music, and the harmless young man in front of him in Bairi sat on the seat of the main hall, posing to the people below. waved.

Wearing a black and red robe, he sat casually on it, held a glass of wine in his hand, looked at Ling Yugeng below, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp, propped his head on the side, and his long hair fell obliquely behind him.

"Master is here."

Ling Yugeng walked up to him, and Chu Shun asked him to sit down beside him, leaning his crooked waist towards him, smelling of alcohol, "How about having a drink with me?"

Ling Yugeng poured him a glass of wine.

Chu Shun stuffed the wine glass into his hand, "Feed me."

The scene seemed familiar, but the roles of the two were reversed.

Chu Shun looked at Ling Yugeng's overly neat white clothes, and Ling Yugeng's rather solemn and stern face, with a sense of distance, and had evil thoughts in his heart. The head, the hair on his forehead touching his earlobe, and the lips touching the tip of his ear.

"Master, you know how clean and decent you are, I want you to be as messy as you are." He whispered in his ear, and after he finished speaking, he paid attention to his reaction, but saw that Ling Yugeng just looked down at the messed up person. Messy clothes, the expression on the face is still faint.

"As you like," he said.

The rhythm of Chu Shun's heart beating was out of order for a few beats, and he let go of him bored, and sat back.

Ling Yugeng put the wine glass to Chu Shun's lips, and fed him to drink. The wine that was too late to swallow slipped from the corner of his lips, and Ling Yugeng wiped it off.

Chu Shun raised the corners of his lips, licked them, and imitated the words of the prodigal son in the storybook: "Master's food tastes better than others' food."

Ling Yugeng paused with his fingertips and wiped harder, the corners of Chu Shun's lips turned red, Ling Yugeng withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, "Who else fed you?"

Chu Shun half-closed his eyes and looked at his calm side face, and grunted twice, "You've got a taste."

Ling Yugeng poured a glass of wine.

Chu Shun leaned forward, as if he wanted to hear him admit it himself: "Master, you've tasted it, haven't you?"

Ling Yugeng's voice was light: "No, now you are the master of the devil world, do you want anyone?"

He lowered his eyes, "I'm just an ordinary monk, I don't know how to coax people, and I don't know how to please people. If I'm rigid and strict, I don't like people, so I don't deserve it."

"Master is my master, how can he be compared with others."

"You just compared me to others."

Chu Shun: "..."

Chu Shun opened his mouth a few times, the words stuck in his throat, and he was a little annoyed. He became angry for a while, leaned over and bit the corner of his lips, "If I say no, I don't."

Ling Yugeng raised his hand and caressed the corner of his lips, "Well, then it's up to you."

He looked like he couldn't believe it.

Chu Shun: "I just..."

Ling Yugeng: "Just what?"

Chu Shun kept his mouth shut.

Ling Yugeng pressed a glass of wine to Chu Shun's lips again, and Chu Shun opened his mouth to drink it. Ling Yugeng fed it anxiously, but before Chu Shun swallowed it, the wine rolled down from his lips, and then it was blocked. All the wine was plundered, and the hot breath sprayed on his cheeks. Chu Shun fell back and lay on the huge seat.

The fluffy fur blanket was placed under him and fell to the ground. Chu Shunmo's hair was loose behind him, his black and red robe was messy, his lips were red and moist, and he looked fuller. His chest was heaving and panting, looking condescending Ling Yugeng.

Ling Yugeng put his hand on his lips, pressed it, and the lips bounced back up again, "Why do you always hook me?"

"Nonsense, nonsense." Chu Shun was already bluffing, "If your heart is clean, how can you..."

"Yes." There was no expression on the man's face, and he still had the aloof and indifferent appearance, but the words he said were completely different from his appearance, "My heart is dirty."

Chu Shun: "..."

A glass of wine touched Chu Shun's lips.

"Drink," he said, "the devil."

"I..." Hearing his address, Chu Shun turned his head sullenly, "I won't drink anymore."

Ling Yugeng: "You said to drink, and you said not to drink."

"But the wine I feed is not as good as others?"

Chu Shun: "..."

He turned his face again, snorted, raised his neck, put his lips against the rim of the cup, and looked at Ling Yugeng from the end of his eyes, his black hair made his face more gorgeous and decadent, and the air became hot like sparks bursting.

He pressed his lips against the rim of the glass and drained the glass.

Ling Yugeng bent down and blocked Chu Shun's lips, and pressed his hand up on his wrist, and pressed it between his fingers. The kiss was mixed with a strong sense of plunder. Chu Shun groaned in his throat, and raised his hand. Pushed Ling Yugeng, but failed to push away, and that hand was also bound.

The sound of the glass falling to the ground was crisp, and it rolled a few times on the ground.

From Chu Shun's struggle to response, Ling Yugeng loosened his grip on his hand, and his hand wrapped around Ling Yugeng's neck, clasped the back of his head, and kissed back in a very controlling posture.

The atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic, Chu Shun's cheeks were flushed, and the harmonious kiss made his breathing disordered, and it was hard to tell whose heartbeat was more chaotic, but at the critical moment, Chu Shun suddenly pushed Ling Yugeng away.

At the moment of merging of spirit and soul, it is possible to return that wisp of his soul.

For Chushun, the return of the soul means that Ling Yugeng is leaving.

"No, no..." He muttered words, as if blocking everything around him, "No..."

Chu Shun got up from his seat and left here as if fleeing.

Ling Yugeng sat there, his clothes were disheveled, his lips were slightly red, something was wrong with Chu Shun, after a while, he got up, picked up the cup that had fallen from the floor and put it on the table, got up and followed.

He didn't meet Moxiu all the way, and walked to a kitchen where Chu Shun was busy like a bee. Ling Yugeng walked in, stood behind him, and watched Chu Shun knead the flour.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Chu Shun's voice sounded soft, "Make food for Master, Master's birthday is coming soon."

He held a pot in his hand, and put a spoonful of sugar into the pot with a spoon. After a while, he poured another spoonful, and after that, he took another spoonful...

Seeing him cycle like this, the sugar jar was almost empty, Ling Yugeng asked, "What are you doing?"

There should be no need to put so much sugar in the soup. This trend is like poisoning, and it is the kind that is afraid that the poison will not kill people.

"Put a Gu on." Chu Shun smiled softly with his eyebrows lowered.

Ling Yugeng: "..."

Look left and right, it is a sugar jar.

Chu Shun took another spoonful, and he held Chu Shun's wrist.

"enough."

"It's not enough, it's not enough." He murmured, "Leave a little more, Master will like me more if you put a little more."

He hummed a tune in a good mood.