After my junior brother lost his spouse, the whole cultivation world came to smell the smell

Lin Songyan's face was full of impatience, and he kept persuading Fei Wu to go back with him, "Come on, come on, my dog ​​is much more fun than Mo Cangming."

Fei Wu refused to let go of Mo Cangming and continued to confess: "Mo Cangming, come back to the Western Region with me and I will give you the title of King. There is no future for you to be a Demon Lord!"

Mo Cangming looked at Lin Songyan anxiously asking Fei Wu to leave, his face full of sadness, and asked him: "Do I make you feel unlucky? Should I stay away from you and never show up again?"

These three people each talked about their own things and were not on the same page at all, but they all had a good chat.

The girl in the distance used her hands like binoculars and watched the three people fighting below.

"Fuck, what a dramatic scene."

How can such a unique "The Temptation of Going Home: The Dark Glory on the Penthouse" be without His Highness Yatou Maru?

Who wants to play statue with them? Lin Songyan is worse than a dog. He always cheats.

One, two, three, wooden man, you turned around when you said two, how shameless! You rely on your beauty to do nothing!

The girl must go down and stir things up.

Fei Wu is still holding on to Mo Cangming. He has not forgotten Mo Cangming in the past two years.

Even if the entire cultivation world has recognized Lin Songyan, he will never eat grass in his own backyard and will only treat Lin Songyan as a good brother.

A man like Mo Cangming is the one he should conquer!

Mo Cangming continued to pull him down, and Lin Songyan was also pulling him down.

Suddenly, the girl appeared in front of everyone with a small wooden hammer in her hand.

"Wait! Are you guys playing some new kind of melodramatic love triangle?"

Lin Songyan: ...

Mo Cangming: Can dogs talk?

Fei Wu: Can dogs talk?

Girl: "Look at your inexperienced behavior. I can still be your judge. Isn't the answer very obvious?"

Ding ding ding, three knocks. "Stop arguing and listen to me."

"Lin Songyan doesn't like Mo Cangming, but Trash Bit likes Mo Cangming, so this dog judge has decided to sentence Mo Cangming to Trash Bit. Okay, the sentencing is over! Adjournment!"

Lin Songyan:?

Mo Cangming:?

Fei Wu: "Your Honor, you are truly a great master of clear soup!"

Reza Er spoke in Western Mandarin: "Hey, Your Highness, he said you are a good-for-nothing. As far as I know, this is an insult in the Central Plains! So you can't support his judgment. If you snatch the ownership of Mo Cangming, doesn't it prove that you are really that good-for-nothing?"

It seems that her understanding of her own prince has been comprehensive, objective and fair.

The jury hot lady is very well educated.

Lin Songyan's forehead was full of black lines, and he replied to Rezaer: "Actually, it doesn't count. After all, your prince thanked Master Qingtang, not Master Butter, Master Tomato, or Master Mushroom Soup, so..."

What the fuck is this Cyber ​​Court?

"Get lost, you bastard official!" Lin Songyan kicked the girl away, "How much black money did you take from Fei Wu?"

Girl: "I'm doing this... all for your own good..."

Mo Cangming looked at Lin Songyan, his eyes still red, and said: "There are always these strange things around you, it really hasn't changed at all."

Lin Songyan glared at him and said, "You are not bad. After all these years, there are still people who miss you. If you are willing to listen to that dog, take Fei Wu away. I will never stop you."

Mo Cangming: "You..."

Mo Cangming knew in his heart that Lin Songyan was just speaking in anger, and he would never allow himself to harm his friend Fei Wu.

In Lin Songyan's mind, he is a delivery boy who can only deliver food without contact...

Mo Cangming was so angry that he left immediately.

Lin Songyan turned his head away without even looking at Mo Cangming. Tsk, he didn't want to bother with this idiot anymore.

But he doesn't care, but there are people who care.

Fei Wu followed closely and chased after Mo Cangming.

"Hey, wait for me, I'll go with you!"

While running after Mo Cangming, Fei Wu looked back and said to Lin Songyan: "Sister is going to pursue love, you eat some mutton skewers first, and let Rezaer grill them for you."

After saying that, he jumped up and down to stick to Mo Cangming.

Lin Songyan: ...

He was not angry. He was not angry at all. Mo Cangming had nothing to do with him anyway.

A good horse never turns back to the old pasture, and a good donkey never goes to Baoding, Hebei.

The girl just got up from the ground and looked up at Lin Songyan and said, "Why are there one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight blisters on your mouth? What's wrong with you?"

Lin Songyan limped back to the cave angrily, saying, "My best friend ran off with the scumbag Kappa Puxin, and I'm angry, is that not okay?"

Kappa?

Popular letter?

Scumbag?

None of these three words has anything to do with Mo Cangming.

He should be a handsome guy with thick hair, low self-esteem, pure love, and a big brain...

The girl smiled secretly, is she jealous?

The instigation was successful! Who else could stir up trouble?

Just like a child eating, the meal doesn’t taste good when eaten alone, but if someone fights with him for it, it’s the dream meal.

After Lin Songyan returned to the cave, he looked at Reza Er who was sharpening his knife and asked, "Young Priest, when will your prince return to inherit the throne?"

While Reza Er was pouring the soul juice, he said, "Your Highness the Prince must give birth to ten children to prove that he is fertile enough to be king and get the childbirth allowance from his ancestors..."

Lin Songyan: ...

Is this still the way to select cockroaches? Sure enough, their kingdom is the version of "many children, more blessings".

"I don't know if Mo Cangming can have children... Humph, a good person can have 108 children. I wish he and His Royal Highness the Prince can have more."

The girl heard it and handed over a lemon, "Here you go, Mo Cangming sent it to you this morning. He was really foresighted."

Lin Songyan: ...

Do you want to eat lemon? Yes!

wcnm!

My feet suddenly started to hurt a little. It seemed that the blood that Mo Cangming had dripped on them had lost its effect.

The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and the pain was so severe that it ached in his heart.

Mo Cangming also said that he had fallen into the devil's way and had a strong ability to recover.

What a bullshit! He is in so much pain here, and Mo Cangming is actually in a relationship with his best friend.

He couldn't sleep, but he saw something glowing faintly in the basket containing crabs.

He carefully took it out with a bamboo clip and found that it was a small luminous bottle.

Is this Mo Cangming's bait?

When he opened it, the sweet scent of demonic aura rushed out, instantly making him cough.

It's blood. When Mo Cangming was bleeding him to relieve the pain, did he also squeeze out an extra bottle for him to use at night?

Lin Songyan pursed his lips and suppressed his smile.

He held the small bottle in his palm. Although his feet were in pain, he was reluctant to use the blood.

This is the scent of Mo Cangming. Putting it next to his pillow can help him sleep well.

Temporary Demon Palace Office.

Mo Cangming looked at Fei Wu, who was already lying on his bed, covered with a small quilt, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

"You sleep here, where should I sleep?"

Fei Wu: "Sleep on me."

Mo Cangming:……

"Gu Nu, you...you come in for a moment."

Gu Nu smiled flatteringly, "Here I am, Your Highness, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Mo Cangming swallowed his saliva, "I'm not... I'm not afraid."

Gu Nu:……

If you're not afraid, why are you shaking?

Gu Nu already knew her prince well enough. He was not afraid that Lin Songyan would be jealous, but he was afraid that his wife would misunderstand that he was ruining her good friend.

I was even more afraid that Lin Songyan’s friends would ruin him…

Mo Cangming can't fall in love with everyone. So far, he has only loved Lin Songyan.