Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

Qi Lang was in an emotional struggle that he could not extricate himself from.

Duan Wu...Chang Ying...

In fact, it is easy to see that the relationship between the God King Changying and the black dragon is no longer just that of master and pet.

This secret realm was given to Black Dragon by Changying.

For a moment, he felt like a thief.

Not only did he inexplicably practice dual cultivation with Duan Wu, but he also took away things that belonged to the Black Dragon.

Feeling a faint pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, Qi Lang slowly opened his eyes, only to find that he had already come out of the secret realm.

There was a little kid squatting beside him, staring at him with his big eyes blinking.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Qi Langlei was severely offended.

"The leader's wife is awake, Sister Hongtang/"

He couldn't breathe in his chest and was choking and coughing. "What do you mean, Madam Leader? I'm a man!"

Qi Lang sat up from the bed. Wasn't he in the secret realm? How did he end up in the Desolate Religion?

Elderflower!

His face changed and he immediately sat down to meditate and check his meridians. When he saw this, Qi Lang was shocked by himself.

The meridians that had originally relied on the spiritual energy to be maintained were now more than twice as wide as before, with the spiritual energy flowing smoothly with a faint golden hue.

Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to touch a piece of jade.

Pale golden spiritual energy, this is the sign of divine cultivation!

Ever since the passage between the two worlds was closed, this special spiritual energy has never appeared again, but there are records of it. Qi Lang heard about it from the headmaster.

When practicing, the spiritual energy that was originally not strong enough will actively gather towards him.

Feeling the powerful spiritual energy flowing in his meridians, Qi Lang finally felt relieved.

The woman came in from outside, holding a bowl of fruit in her hand, and threw it on the table with a clang.

"Awake? Eat all of this."

Qi Lang looked at the at least twenty Zhenyuan Fruits on the table with a strange expression.

This is a spiritual fruit that can only be picked by the Huang Sect. One fruit is enough to equal more than a month's worth of breathing exercises. It's obviously a good thing, but this woman looks like she's giving it poison.

Hong Tang looked at the burly, vulgar, ugly, humble, and ordinary man on the bed with displeasure.

From head to toe, from hair to leg hair, there is nothing about her that is worthy of being a leader.

How dare you practice dual cultivation with their leader?

The bamboo basin was mistaken for Qi Lang and was forcibly broken into two pieces.

"........."

Qi Lang, who was "vulgar, ugly and lowly", had heard that the Demon Sect members had bad tempers, but he had never expected them to be so bad.

"Um...where is your leader?"

Having said that, Hongtang became even angrier. Without hesitation, she broke the two petals of the basin into four with her bare hands and let out a sigh of relief.

Much more comfortable.

"The leader went to buy clothes for some people."

clothing?

Qi Lang looked down and realized that he was wearing black clothes...

Damn, he wore Duan Wu’s clothes and walked around the secret realm for a long time.

My brain kept reminding me of how my clothes were gone, from my toes to my scalp.

Comforting himself not to think about it, Qi Lang knew that Duan Wu probably didn't have the memory of the Divine King Changying now.

But he knew clearly that the other person had someone in his heart who had cared about him for thousands of years.

Practicing dual cultivation with Duan Wu was already a huge mistake. It would be better if I didn’t know it. Now that I know it, I can’t continue to make the same mistake.

It's been a while since we last met.

Ever since that day of confused dual cultivation, that person seemed to have disappeared.

The man couldn't stand the nagging and was thinking about how to start the conversation when the person who bought the clothes came back.

"woke up."

Duan Wu walked in from outside, carrying a lot of things in his hands.

"Hmm..." Qi Lang felt his body getting hot as he looked at his face. His soul was also slightly agitated. He uncontrollably longed for the other half on whom he had left his mark.

Hong Tang stared at Qi Lang with ghost-like eyes, backed out of the house, and took the child away with her.

There were only two people left in the room. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qi Lang poured himself a cup of tea to calm himself down and said casually:

"I fainted in the secret realm, and you brought me out?"

The man chuckled "Of course," stroking the slender neck "Here, I know you are in danger."

That is where Duan Wu's soul is. They are now a dual cultivation partner and can feel the state of each other's soul.

As expected of the reincarnation of the God King, this man is just too handsome. His every move is so charming.

Qi Lang believed that he was not a person who was greedy for beauty, perhaps he was influenced by his soul.

"My clothes have too much of the scent of bone lotus, so I found you a new one."

"There are still small shops in Qingyuan City that are crowded with people buying these things." He threw a bag of snacks on the table, rubbed his fingers together with some disgust, "I got some for you."

Qi Lang stared at the bags of exquisitely packaged snacks on the table. He found it hard to imagine the scene of the devil queuing up in the market.

"The Desolate Religion has nothing but this stuff. I packed 200 kilograms for you."

A red fruit bounced into Qi Lang's arms. He reached out to catch the Zhenyuan Fruit, which exuded a rich spiritual energy.

……

Qi Lang didn't know how Taoist couples should get along with each other, but he always went to the human world to eliminate monsters and saw many human emotions. He understood that Duan Wu was treating him as a Taoist couple.

His soul felt the love from his other half, emitting a joyful and satisfied aura that interfered with Qi Lang's own emotions.

He pinched the fruit and spoke slowly.

"Let's remove the dual cultivation mark..."

Before he could finish his words, he clearly felt that the man in front of him was unhappy. He flew out without warning and circled around him.

Qi Lang had a premonition that if his soul was not one with his own, Ta Lang might have killed his master by now.

No, what benefit did he give you?

Qi Lang stared at the sword spirit that had been trying to stop him. The more he looked at the lotus seal, the more it irritated his eyes.

It would be fine if he didn't know all this, but this makes him clearly the third party!

The contrast between the white fingers holding the simple black and brown hilt was particularly strong. Qi Lang's eyes widened and he felt his whole body numb.

"Good boy, stop making trouble." Talang was quickly comforted by Duan Wu.

No, whose sword spirit are you?

Qi Lang leaned on the table, feeling a little helpless.

This is the side effect of dual cultivation. The weaker soul is too dependent on the stronger one. This is completely an instinctive behavior of chasing the stronger one.

"Why do you want to cancel it? I treat you badly?"

That’s great. It’s so great that Qi Lang really wants to steal that dragon’s girl.

"What if, after a while, you find yourself with a Taoist partner somewhere else?"

Qi Lang asked tentatively.

"Where is it? Tell me." Duan Wu threw the Talang on the table and walked closer.

In another world.

Qi Lang didn't know how to explain everything he saw in the secret realm. It was just his speculation that Duan Wu and Chang Ying were the same person...

"Suppose you have a Taoist companion who has been with you for thousands of years..."

"Suppose we remove the dual cultivation mark, will you regret it?"

Duan Wu interrupted his assumption, raised his eyes and looked at him. A shadow was reflected in his deep black pupils, and he saw hesitation.

Do you regret it?

"I practice dual cultivation with others and become a Taoist couple?" His fingertips lifted his sharp jaw. "Do those things, Qi Lang, are you sure?"

Qi Lang imagined the scene described by Duan Wu in his mind, and a sour feeling suddenly surged into his chest, densely packed like needles.