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

Seeing Bai Yinchen so angry, Lin Songyan was sweating profusely.

Fortunately, he has the skin of the lonely frog, which is like a diamond protecting his body.

He didn't believe that their master could "hang" a frog that was so ugly that it was cursed.

He couldn't do it himself anyway.

However, just when he felt confident, Bai Yinchen stretched out a hand that was so pale and somewhat morbid, and pressed down hard on Lin Songyan's broken rib.

It was neither light nor heavy, but it instantly made Lin Songyan gasp.

Lin Songyan couldn't even laugh anymore and lay on the bed, writhing in pain.

“Ah… Grandmaster, stop it, it hurts too much.”

Bai Yinchen didn't want to let go at all, and said in a cold tone: "Xiaoyan, you are so naughty, how can the master punish you?"

This situation was extremely familiar to Lin Songyan.

He recalled that Mo Cangming had once chased him and rubbed his bruised back, saying sinisterly that he was taking advantage of him.

All gays in the world are black!

They have no true feelings for each other and only seek temporary physical pleasure, not caring about the other person's life or death.

Lin Songyan's pain, transmitted through a pair of misty eyes, seemed to make Bai Yinchen feel happy.

Even though he still had that damn frog mask on, Bai Yinchen also felt the pleasure of torturing him in this way.

Lin Songyan's eyes were full of seriousness this time, and he begged for mercy: "I was wrong... Grandmaster, I can do anything, but I beg you not to insult me ​​like Mo Cangming did!"

Bai Yinchen was obviously stunned for a moment, "Insult? You said that was an insult?"

That’s right, Lin Songyan doesn’t like him, Mo Cangming, so it’s naturally an insult.

But is it an insult to Lin Songyan if Bai Yinchen, whom he likes, wants to have sex with him?

Bai Yinchen felt something was wrong, so he asked, "Are you still jealous of Chao He?"

Lin Songyan felt angry and amused when he heard what Bai Yinchen said. This guy didn't even think before he farted!

Lin Songyan was speechless and squinted his eyes inadvertently.

But such a subtle expression made tears flow out of his eyes.

It was like a meteor, which was thrown out and sank into the hair that was like a black abyss.

Bai Yinchen lowered his eyes and looked at him, thinking to himself, he is indeed jealous of Chao He!

"I will prove to you that I don't like Chao He." Bai Yinchen said firmly, "Of course, I don't like you either. You are just an object of mine."

Lin Songyan was really grateful that he didn't say the word "plaything".

How should he explain to this stupid narcissist that he doesn't like Bai Yinchen either?

No matter what he said, it seemed as if the other party thought he was speaking in anger.

However, a strange feeling came over him, and Lin Songyan suddenly felt a chill all over his body!

Damn, the frog suit on him disappeared!

……

His skin was as white as snow, like an uncut jade.

A layer of sensitive blush instantly spread over her body, making her jade color blush.

However, the broken rib was still in the other person's hand. He could not run away, and could not even reach the quilt to cover his shame.

"Hey, what are you doing? System, isn't the frog suit supposed to last at least 24 hours?"

[Oh, because Bai Yinchen really doesn't like this suit, so he just switched back to the original skin. ]

Initial skin? It was the one he had on Mo Cangming's bed when he first crossed over.

Um... yes, Lu Ding’s new clothes!

Lin Songyan collapsed. "Fuck you, are you my system, or the other party's treacherous system? Have you been bribed by Bai Yinchen?"

[I don’t have it… but the Frog Suit has this kind of program…]

At this time, Bai Yinchen asked with interest in a low and hoarse voice.

"Can I understand this as you are seducing me? My little fragile bone."

Lin Songyan, who was still acting recklessly in his frog suit a second ago, was now trembling like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Bai Yinchen, this beast, didn't even say hello...

Lin Songyan's body was stretched straight like an arrow shot from a bow, and he seemed to have lost his soul in an instant.

His eyes gradually became empty, and his teardrop mole was irrigated again and again.

"Don't... don't do this... Haah..." Lin Songyan kept begging for mercy, his voice was so broken that it was unbearable to listen to.

But Bai Yinchen didn't feel sorry for him, instead he pressed the broken bone to death.

Lin Songyan's body was covered with mottled marks bit by bit.

He admired the pearly teeth that showed when he opened his mouth to beg for mercy.

Finally, draw a dot on his soft and dry lips.

The tip of his tongue blocked the shouting coming from his throat to prevent it from being heard by the disciples passing by outside.

Lin Songyan is such a gentle man. If he didn't have time to curse people, he would be a stunning beauty.

It’s a pity that Mo Cangming no longer has his own body, and he is not willing to use Bai Yinchen to defile his beauty.

At this moment, he was more eager than ever to reshape his body, and more eager to use this furnace to boost his demonic energy. One day, he would conquer the world of cultivation.

...

Lin Songyan's eyes were filled with tears, but he could still see the sky outside.

From the evening in early spring, when the setting sun was still carving the budding young branches on the window, to the time when the moon was setting in the west and the budding young branches revealed the first flower buds, Lin Songyan could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Bai Yinchen showed mercy, released the hand that was pressing on his broken bones, and covered him with a blanket.

He also lay down on his side and looked at Lin Songyan.

Lin Songyan's eyes were always open, like a spring that never dried up, silently flowing with clear water.

Mo Cangming is already dead. When Lin Songyan learned that Bai Yinchen had killed Mo Cangming, he didn't know how grateful he was to his master.

No matter how many people scolded him, as long as Mo Cangming was dead, the nightmare would be over.

As a man who stands tall and proud, he was able to put on his clothes and step out of the tent again.

Even if he has no way to practice, or is bullied or excluded, he always has his own way to fight back or get through it.

He never gave up.

But... why doesn't he, such a positive boy, get any good reward at all?

Just because I am good-looking and have a furnace-cauldron physique, should all the efforts I have made to live a good life go to waste and be laughed at by others?

Although Bai Yinchen did not humiliate him in the way Mo Cangming did, he felt even more humiliated than that time because he could no longer see hope.

hopeless.

He will be treated like this again and again in the future, by one person after another.

hopeless.

Bai Yinchen turned around and asked, "It's me who's serving you, but you look like you're dying."

Lin Songyan didn't say anything. He didn't bother to argue with the other party. He just looked at the branches of flowers outside the window.

Bai Yinchen was silent for a long time. He finally sighed in the darkness and said in an intolerable tone:

"I can't sleep because of your tears. Put on your clothes and go back to your disciple room."

Lin Songyan sat up silently, and even wanted to thank the other party for his kindness, but his voice was hoarse and he didn't want to speak.

He found a piece of Bai Yinchen's clothes and put it on. It was much bigger than before and even dragged on the ground.

He couldn't wear Bai Yinchen's shoes, so he ran to open the door barefoot, pushed it open, and walked out without looking back.

After he left, the empty room was filled with silence, with only Mo Cangming's own breathing.

For some reason, Mo Cangming couldn't sleep. His pillow had been soaked by Lin Songyan's tears.

He even doubted whether beans could grow bean sprouts. He would ask the kitchen staff to fry them for Lin Songyan tomorrow. They would definitely be too salty and astringent to swallow.

He was a little confused. It was clear that Lin Songyan's expression just now was full of joy, and when he pursed his lips and sobbed weakly, there was even a hint of desire in his expression.

When her slender fingers interlocked with his, she tapped the back of his hand again and again, as if urging him to hurry up.

Why, after the incident was over, did this heartless little jerk feel so aggrieved that he seemed unwilling to care about him anymore?

When he told Lin Songyan to get out just now, he was just saying it in anger. Couldn't Xiaocuigu hear it?

Why should a furnace make its owner work so hard?

Mo Cangming felt that he had spoiled him too much.