Simon and Hollow looked at each other.
Hollow said, "I see!"
Simon breathed a sigh of relief, and his nerves, which had been tossing and turning all night, finally relaxed.
Ming Huan frowned and glanced at the layout of the room.
Very good, I just went back to the demon world and warned all the demons that a demon conference would be held in three days.
As a result, Simon not only landed himself in a mental hospital, but also covered the bedside with copies of the Vajra Sutra.
Don't you like me at all?
Ming Huan raised his eyebrows, walked in casually, and sat on the chair beside Simon's bed. He seemed to be dusting off the chair casually, but he actually tore off the eighteen invisible scriptures pasted on the chair and threw them into the trash.
Ming Huan said: "I'll take you back!"
After Simon was sure that all this was not his hallucination and that his mental functions were intact, his brain was enough.
Simon said, "Are you the black cat from my house, the cat demon?"
Perhaps the phrase "my home" struck the right note in the Demon Lord's mind. Ming Huan felt a surge of comfort, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. He said, "Yeah, we've slept together so many times already, and I'll sleep with you often in the future, too."
When he said this, the tall and handsome man had a blank expression on his face, but the tips of his ears were as red as cooked shrimps.
Simon remained quite calm. As a psychologist, he often rejected patients' odd requests; he was quite adept at saying no. In fact, after his experiences with the snake spirit, the mermaid, and Ami, he was pretty much used to rejecting monsters. Besides, this was a cat he'd raised for a long time and often petted! Petting the cat was fine, but sleeping with it was fine.
So Simon walked to the bathroom in the ward, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and said, "Xiao Hei, it's impossible for the two of us. I don't like having sex with cats."
Ming Huan frowned. He followed him to the bathroom and found that it was also covered with the Vajra Subduing Demon Sutra. Of course, the Demon Lord was not afraid of these scriptures. What worried him was that from Simon's tone just now, it seemed like he was rejecting them.
The Demon Lord was not afraid of rejection, he said: "I am serious!"
Simon washed his face while he said, "Well, I've done some research on cat behavior and know that your sexual drive is related to seasonal changes. But humans are different. I don't have that feeling for you. Maybe you should find someone else."
Ming Huan went crazy and grabbed Simon from behind while he was washing his face, and pressed him directly against the mirror on the wall across the washbasin.
Two figures were reflected in the mirror: a young doctor with his face pressed against the mirror, and a big devil with a fierce look in his eyes.
Ming Huan approached Simon's ear, brushed his lips against his earlobe, and said through gritted teeth, "I like you, come with me!"
As he spoke, he grabbed Simon's wrist.
Unexpectedly, just as he touched Simon's wrist, a golden light flashed from it. The golden light was like a halo, obscuring Simon. The edge of the golden light, like a sharp blade, cut a bloody mark on Ming Huan's palm.
Ming Huan's hand trembled, and he quickly shook off Simon's wrist, looking at his palm in disbelief!
Indeed, although his appearance had been fully restored, his power had only recovered to about three levels. But even these three levels were enough to dominate the three realms.
What on earth could actually hurt me?
Ming Huan turned around and saw a bald monk standing at the door.
The monk had been lying weakly on the hospital bed beside him since he entered the room, and no magical fluctuations could be felt from him, so Ming Huan thought he was just an ordinary person and did not take him seriously at all.
At this moment, the monk's left wrist was still wrapped in bloody gauze, but golden light was emanating from his body. He clasped his hands together, his lips slightly parted, and low-pitched scriptures came out of his mouth, as if carrying the power of supreme merit.
"Namo Hena Dana Dona Yeye!"
Every time he pronounced a word, that word would transform into a palm-sized rune shining with golden light in mid-air and shoot towards Ming Huan.
For a moment, the small washroom was filled with golden light, and golden characters flew all over the sky, forcing Ming Huan to take half a step back.
Ming Huan snorted coldly. He couldn't have imagined that he would encounter a monk with such powerful skills in a mental hospital.
The man in black took a deep breath, stretched out his slender hand, and drew it in the air. A stream of black air flew out from his fingertips. The black air did not disperse after flying out, but gathered in one place and spun rapidly, forming a black vortex.
The black vortex seemed to have a huge suction force. The runes that had just been emitting bursts of golden light in the air were now involuntarily rushing towards the black vortex. In just an instant, all the runes were swallowed by the vortex.
Even the golden bracelet on Simon's wrist was sucked away by the vortex.
Master Kongxin, who was standing at the door of the bathroom, had a pale face. He looked at all this in disbelief, took a half step back, leaned against the wall, and his arms couldn't help shaking.
Ming Huan took a step forward, stretched out his hand to grab the Kongxin Zen Master by the neck, lifted him up into the air, and snorted coldly: "How dare you meddle in my business? Go to hell!"
As he finished speaking, Ming Huan retracted his claws and saw that Master Kongxin was about to die under his claws.
But unexpectedly, at this moment, a ray of light suddenly shot out from behind Ming Huan.
The light came strangely, a straight red ray that passed through Ming Huan's ear and fell on the wall, reflecting a red dot on the wall.
The most annoying thing was that the red dot on the wall was still shaking, making the Demon Lord feel... a little itchy.
Simon's voice also came at this moment: "Xiao Hei, that's my patient. Let him go. I'll give you something fun. If you exercise more, it should help distract you from your inner restlessness."
Ming Huan turned his head and looked at the psychologist he had been sleeping with for several months with complicated eyes.
This damn psychiatrist must have read the book "Cat Psychotherapy".
The young doctor's mouth corners slightly raised, his eyes full of tenderness. He was not afraid even when facing the ruthless killer. He just held the laser pen in his hand and shook the pen tip gently, and the red laser dot on the opposite wall also shook.
"Ouch..." A weak whimper came from Ming Huan's throat.
Simon walked over and said, "My dear little Blackie, trust my judgment as a psychiatrist. Your feelings for me are not love, but just a biological instinct. It will soon pass."
The Demon Lord helplessly let go of the monk in his hand.
The monk covered his neck and coughed violently.
Simon said, "Of course, I've raised you for such a long time, I can't just sit there and watch you get into trouble. If you're willing, I'll find a way to help you. I can ask Qianlan to post a message to recruit female cat demons for you..."
Ming Huan couldn't hear what Simon was saying at all.
Out of the corner of his eye, he kept glancing at the red dot that kept shaking on the wall.
He remembered very clearly that the small laser pointer in Simon's hand was a cat-toy pen he had bought online a month ago.
When he was still a little black cat, he loved playing this game with Simon.
What’s even more fun is that when I’m tired of playing, I can lie on Simon’s thighs and enjoy his touch and kneading.
Ming Huan sighed in his heart, he really couldn't help it.
Although his appearance has been restored and his skills have returned a lot, his concentration is still a little bit lacking.
Then a black shadow passed by, and a black cat pounced towards the red dot on the wall.
Soon, there were four people in the ward, watching a cat playing with a laser.
Finally, Ming Huan got tired of playing and rubbed against Simon's thigh as usual.
Simon doesn't mind that his cat is a monster and still pets it.
Ming Huan looked at the plastic bag he had brought with him in despair. Inside the bag were two roses.
He squatted on Simon's legs and asked, "Are you really unwilling to return to the demon world with me? Being my forbidden lover is actually quite good..."
Simon rubbed the black cat's ears.
Everything is implied.
In the end, the black cat walked away dejectedly, carrying its plastic bag in its mouth.
The two roses in the plastic bag hung their heads, swaying listlessly with the black cat's steps.
Ming Huan couldn't understand it. He had clearly made up his mind to show his dominance and take the male lover away, but in the end he didn't even give out the roses!
He returned to the demon world, feeling heartbroken! He had no interest in training, holding meetings, or subverting the world.
Instead of doing all this, I might as well take out my phone and check the posts. Of course, I didn't go to the demon forum, but went straight to the heartbreak forum.
Suddenly, an advertisement jumped into his eyes.
The ad's message is simple: "Want to get back together after a breakup? Don't know how to get along with your partner? Want to pursue your crush but he's ignoring you? Sanshiqingyuan Company can help you solve all your emotional problems."
Ming Huan couldn't help but click on it, and soon an emotional analyst started chatting with Ming Huan.
The analyst said: "What problem did you encounter? I can help you analyze it."
Ming Huan said, "I like someone, but... I don't know how to pursue him. I haven't given away the two roses I bought today."
The analyst quickly responded: “Oh, are you in a relationship with him?”
Ming Huan said: "No, I slept with him for four months, but he didn't seem to regard me as his man!"
The analyst's hands trembled for a moment, but he quickly composed himself. "Well, you're of the same sex, right?"
Ming Huan said, “Yes.”
Soon, the analyst began his product-buying routine: "It's obvious that you're not attractive enough to him, so even though you often sleep together, he has no intention of having a relationship with you. Can you tell me how much you earn so that I can make a comprehensive assessment of the possibility of you two being together?"
Ming Huan thought about it and felt that what the emotional analyst said made sense, so he randomly reported a number as his income.
The relationship analyst continued, "Of course, relationship skills also need to be improved. Sending flowers to men is an extremely bad strategy!"
Ming Huan felt as if he had been enlightened and thought that the other party was very professional!
The analyst continued, "Love isn't just about true love; it requires management, strategy, and skill. Our 'Three Worlds of Love' company is a professional relationship company with a professional relationship counselor who is a National Level 2 Psychological Counselor and a National Level 1 Marriage and Family Counselor. We're very experienced in this area and can definitely help you win your beloved! Of course, we'll need you to pay a fee. Are you willing?"
Ming Huan scratched his chin with his claws and felt that this deal was a good deal!
He also felt that what the emotional analyst said was right. It was indeed that he was not attractive enough and his pursuit method was also problematic. He had never known before that you can't give roses to men!
So Ming Huan was very generous and bought the most expensive service from this emotional company.
A gold medal relationship mentor, one-on-one professional coaching, will teach you step-by-step how to pursue your ideal man in three months, with a 100% success rate! Of course, the price is also very expensive, 100,000 RMB after discount.
Ming Huan did not hesitate to ask his shadow guardian to transfer 100,000 yuan to the other party.
Then the company quickly sent the contract over.
When Ming Huan raised his claws and wrote his name on it, he felt that making Simon willingly become his concubine was a sure thing!
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