Chapter 125 He also has a mole?
Who knows, this might be another conspiracy...
Suddenly I feel that being Lao Lin’s son is not bad. At least I don’t have to worry about someone suddenly showing up and playing tricks on him.
Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, screw him!!
He has already broken off the engagement, so even if that horny dog dies now, it has nothing to do with him.
When Lin Xingye arrived at the apartment, he took a shower against the doctor's advice, took a few melatonin tablets, and finally fell asleep.
I’m afraid that my disobedient brain will start to have suicidal thoughts again.
I don’t know if he was really too sleepy, or if the melatonin was taking effect, but he fell asleep before his annoying thoughts had a chance to take over.
In a daze, the white ceiling turned into a dark and damp cave wall.
"Um……"
A tingling sensation came over me, my Adam's apple moved unconsciously, and my low, hoarse voice let out an alluring hum.
Her starry eyes suddenly opened, and what came into view was the person half-kneeling in front of her and those scarlet peach blossom eyes.
——
Shit!! What’s going on!! Why is he dreaming again!?
I think about it when I’m awake and dream about it when I’m asleep. This face is so fucking haunting!!
He wanted to raise his hand to throw it away, but found that he was firmly tied to the stone chair by the red silk and could not move.
I can only let him...
What the hell is this!? ?
Bundled...!?
Why do I always have this kind of devilish plot in my dreams!??
"Madam, are you still being stubborn?"
Di Fan licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and his androgynous face was full of satisfaction.
The chains on her shoulders were gone, and her wide white brocade sleeves were draped lazily over her shoulders, revealing most of her toned chest muscles. In the flickering candlelight, illusory shadows were cast on her cold white skin, floating up and down...
…
Why the hell is the plot loading?!?
Could you please tell him what happened before?
"Hmm..." A strange feeling eroded his rationality. Lin Xingye clenched his fists and kicked the exposed chest in resistance.
"roll!!!"
Without hands, I could only use my legs, but I couldn't lift up the clothes, so I had to leave them exposed.
Di Fanyan smiled and rubbed his chest, and the bright little red mole at the corner of his eye swayed gently.
He has a mole too?
"Madam saved me... Didn't that mean you changed your mind?"
…
I saved you!? You tied me up!?
Isn’t this just repaying kindness with enmity?!
"I'll change you, sir! Get out of here!"
Lin Xingye couldn't stand it anymore and started cursing.
"Madam, you fed me your heart blood yourself..."
Di Fan crawled closer on his knees and put his head back.
"You feed it with your mouth."
Lin Xingye's body tensed up in an instant, and some strange scenes couldn't help but crowd into his mind.
In the icy purgatory with snow falling all over the sky, a man in elegant white clothes stood in the air, stroking the jade zither, and single-handedly resisted millions of monsters in the dark realm.
This must be the person who haunted him in his dreams...
The jade fingers plucked the strings of the zither, and the sound of Sumeru resounded through the valley. A bright light suddenly appeared, like waves, slashing towards the monstrous demonic energy.
Wherever the supreme divine power passed, it washed away all the mortal dust and poisonous resentment. In the blink of an eye, corpses were everywhere.
Even so, the fog in the dark domain became more and more rampant, and those monsters seemed to be endless, passing through the boundary markers in waves and rushing towards the outside of the domain.
Yuqin's rhythm grew faster and faster, and her fingertips, worn by the strings, were now stained with blood. Di Fan's eyes were bloodshot as he gazed at the engulfing black mist, not retreating a single step.
The Jin soldiers from heaven finally arrived. The immortal kings wanted to fly forward to fight the enemy together, but they were stopped by the white-bearded old man beside them - Taichu.
Immortal Lord Qing Yan held a spear in his hand, his handsome face full of urgency.
"Why is this happening, Immortal? We are under the orders of the Purple Sky Divine Lord to aid the Divine Lord Difan and guard the boundary marker to resist the monsters. Now that we have arrived, why haven't you sent troops to meet the enemy?"
Taichu looked at the monster emerging from the black fog and stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"It's not that I'm afraid of death, but looking at the current situation, I think something is fishy."
"When the Red Flame Divine Lord was stationed at the boundary marker, the Heavenly Realm would experience a Dark Realm Demonic Tide every five hundred years. Upon that occasion, the Eastern Emperor Divine Lord would rally the forces of the Nine Provinces to suppress it simultaneously. This time, however, the Dark Realm Demonic Tide has occurred after a thousand years, and the demons have greatly increased in strength. Don't you all find this strange?"
"I, the old man, see that the eyes of the God Emperor Fan are red. I'm afraid that demonic energy has entered his body. It's possible that he has already fallen into depravity. This Dark Realm Demonic Tide might be a conspiracy between the God Emperor Fan and the Demon Realm to wipe out the Jin soldiers."
Lin Xingye’s inner thoughts: This old man must be an idiot… I’m afraid, who knows, maybe… He can use a guess without any basis as an excuse?
It's really a rumor-mongering mouth...
"absurd!!"
Immortal Lord Qing Yan retorted harshly.
"Five hundred years ago, the boundary marker wasn't unmoved. It was the Divine Lord who, with his supreme power, purified the demonic energy and single-handedly prevented the catastrophe. This is known to everyone in the Immortal Realm."
"The Divine Lord Emperor Fan has guarded the Dark Realm Boundary Monument for a thousand years, protecting the Nine Provinces and maintaining peace. You enjoy this peaceful and prosperous era, yet you still dare to speak nonsense behind their backs. Have you forgotten all about the essence of the Taoist sect?"
The old man Shangchu smiled bitterly and shook his head, looking quite shrewd.
"Qing Yan, Immortal Lord, is wrong. How can this matter be related to the Taoist sect's essence? Since you said that Di Fan's supreme power can purify the demonic energy, it was possible five hundred years ago, so why not now?"
"Demons are attacking en masse, and demonic energy is overwhelming, but Demon Lord Cheming has yet to show up. Could it be that he's worried that his weakness will be discovered during the battle between the two of us, and that's why he's afraid to show up?"
"If the Demon Lord Che Ming takes action, can Di Fan hold out until we arrive?"
Qing Yan is a martial artist and has inherited the military tradition.
When he first ascended to heaven, due to his overwhelming hostility, the immortals all avoided him. Some of the elders even stroked their beards and gave him some meditation techniques, urging him to cleanse his mind and spirit and let go of his obsessions.
Only Di Fan, dressed in white, looked effortlessly cool. He tapped his folding fan against his palm, urging him to stick to his heart like a good friend.
Military strategists are adept at cunning tactics, emphasizing unstoppable momentum and a fervent spirit. They are bloodthirsty, yet they also harbor a deep concern for the world. Those old men in the heavens have lived in peace for too long, and they can't stand things they don't understand.
I can just listen to the gossip of those people. I still have to walk this path on my own...]
As soon as he finished speaking, the white clothes in front of him had disappeared, leaving only a faint scent of ink.
It was a long time before he realized that the man was the Difan God who had survived nine divine tribulations.
Since he was willing to give advice to himself when he had just ascended, he didn't believe that he was the person who colluded with monsters as Shangchu said.
"You're just a wicked dog barking at Yao! You're unreasonable! Even with the demon army approaching, you're still trying to mislead the soldiers and frame your own people. Fellow immortals, don't listen to his one-sided story. Let's work together to suppress the demons!"
"If what I'm worried about is true, do you have the confidence to handle the situation then?"
The sound of Taoism was heard, and the immortal kings who had just wanted to resist the enemy now showed fear on their faces, and no one stepped forward.
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