The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

Wuyou is the biggest winner in this punishment. Because of the restriction, he cannot feel what is happening outside the door, and he has no memory of Ling. His heart and eyes are full of satisfaction of getting what he wanted.

It was only after Feng Jiuqing returned to the main god space and regained his memory that he remembered that he had actually liked Ling for a long time. The reason he did not fall asleep that time was that he wanted to settle the matter of life with Ling.

Although he had been a widower for countless tens of thousands of years as the Lord God and was inevitably a little slow, that was the first time his heart was moved. But when he realized it, he was about to fall into a deep sleep.

So he wanted to talk to Ling. If Ling was willing to wait for him to wake up, he would hold a wedding with Ling in the main god space, and Ling would be the main god's only partner.

But things did not go as he wished. He did not wait for Ling to come back. When he opened his eyes again, Ling disappeared before his eyes.

That was the first time he felt fear and panic since he became the Lord God. However, what made him even more panicked was that he couldn't find Ling!

But when he found this guy, he was full of anger, but if he really wanted to beat him, Feng Jiuqing couldn't bear it.

To be fair, Wuyou is a pretty good kid, with good looks, good health, and great cooking skills. He is deeply in love with him and is the one he likes.

Since Ling left Wuyou as his final clone, he accepted it with a smile.

Three days later, Wuyou walked out refreshed. Ling with red eyes wanted to take Wuyou back immediately, but the moment he made a move, a golden light flashed from Wuyou's body and nothing happened.

He failed to retrieve his clone.

What made him even more angry was that Qingqing stopped him from taking Wuyou back.

Ling got so angry that he stepped forward and punched Wuyou. Just as Wuyou was about to fight back, he saw someone coming out from the corner of his eye and fell backwards, caught in the arms of the person behind him.

Wuyou rubbed his face with a wronged look on his face and said softly: "Qingqing, don't blame your cousin, it's Wuyou who is obstructing his eyes, Wuyou doesn't feel any pain."

If you don't look full of grievance and pain, Feng Jiuqing will believe it.

Wuyou has not yet fully awakened and does not know that he and Ling are the same person? No, the system.

Ling's original form looks like Yan Xun, which is exactly the same as Mo Ling, so Wuyou mistook Ling for Mo Ling.

Feng Jiuqing rubbed Wuyou's face with heartache, and upon closer inspection, he saw a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He sighed slightly. As expected of Ling, he even acted like himself when he was ruthless.

"Apologize."

But since Wuyou wanted to act, Feng Jiuqing would help him. Otherwise, who should he hold accountable for all the heartache, worry, pain and regret he had during this period of time?

Ling lowered his eyebrows and suppressed all his emotions, lowering his eyes and said: "I'm sorry."

If Wuyou was not Ling's clone, Ling would probably want to assassinate him now, but even if Wuyou was, Ling would really want to break his legs now!

Wuyou gave Ling a provocative look in the dark, stood up aggrievedly, took Feng Jiuqing's hand and said: "I'm fine, cousin, you don't have to apologize."

The intertwined hands looked so annoying to Ling.

Wuyou hissed softly and looked at Feng Jiuqing pitifully: "Qingqing, can you apply medicine to me? Wuyou can't see the wound, what if there are sequelae?"

Feng Jiuqing used his divine power to carefully check Wuyou's body. Good, he was in good health. The wound was only as big as a fingernail. If Wuyou hadn't mentioned it specifically, he wouldn't have noticed it.

Ling Ke opened his eyes and saw him from a third-person perspective for the first time. He suddenly felt that he was so shameless and had an inexplicable heart attack.

Feng Jiuqing smiled slightly, his eyes full of doting: "Okay, whatever Wuyou says is what it is."

It was even more of a heart attack, Ling felt like he was about to vomit blood.

Wuyou's eyes were sparkling, and his whole body exuded a sense of pride at having successfully risen to the top. His smug look was very much like that of a concubine who had successfully won the favor of the queen.

"waste."

A snort sounded in Ling's mind.

Ling Qi laughed. Wuyou had Qingqing protecting him so he couldn't move. But the same may not be true for you.

Ling, who was forced to watch the two of them close the door again, curled his lips into a sneer and concentrated the consciousness of the clone who had just mocked him.

Before Mo Ling had time to recover from the excitement of having his body back, he was met with a heavy punch from Ling.

"What are you doing! Even if you beat me up, it won't change the fact that you're a loser!" Mo Ling shouted while resisting.

Ling looked indifferently at the person he was beating, and snorted coldly: "That's better than you failing to win back Qingqing in three years. Besides, it seems that there are still some accounts between us that have not been settled!"

"Who gave you the guts to hurt my beloved?"

Ling kicked Mo Ling in a perfect parabola.

"I didn't mean to hurt him, it was all an accident!" Mo Ling retorted in mid-air.

"I beat you up like an accident!"

Half an hour later, looking at someone lying on the ground with a bruised face and nose, Mr. Ling finally let out the frustration he had been feeling for the past few days.

After taking a deep breath, he locked the consciousness of the clone into the small dark room, then knelt back on the washboard and admitted his mistakes. His voice was so sincere and his emotions were so strong that if Feng Jiuqing didn't know this guy's true nature, he would have been fooled by him.

Feng Jiuqing was inside applying medicine to Wuyou while listening to Ling's profound self-examination. Seeing his pitiful appearance, Feng Jiuqing's heart softened and she wanted to forgive Ling.

"hiss--"

Feng Jiuqing came back to his senses and eased the force on his hands: "What? Did it hurt you?"

There were tiny stars in Wuyou's eyes: "No, it doesn't hurt."

Feng Jiuqing gently applied medicine to Wuyou. Thinking of the way Ling beat Wuyou, even his own clone could beat him. He shook his head secretly in his heart. No, he couldn't forgive him so easily. Who knows what this guy will do when he goes crazy.