"It's possible..." Lian Youyou nodded in agreement, "When you and I fought in the divine realm, hundreds of years passed in the human world. The dimensions and time are different above and below. If you calculate it this way... Xiao Chuanchuan should have been here for more than 3,000 years. And he only sleeps once every thousand years. Hiss... Did Xiao Chuanchuan die of overwork?" Lian Youyou held her face and pretended to be extremely terrified, with her mouth stretched out and her eyes wide open, and kept looking at Lin Tingjun, "Look, do I look like Munch's painting "The Scream"? "
Lin Tingjun turned to look at Lian Youyou and pretended to jump in shock: "Ah! You scared me to death." He touched his chest, "You are scarier than those ghosts."
Lian smiled leisurely and gave him a look, with a hint of coquettish charm.
Lin Tingjun also smiled, but when he looked forward, his expression became serious: "Even if Youchuan is dormant, he will definitely wake up when you come. It seems that something has happened in the Netherworld."
"Yeah." Lian Youyou's expression also became gloomy, "Let's go and take a look, let's go."
Lian slowly lifted her skirt and raised her foot. Suddenly, her figure began to grow larger and larger.
She leaned over and stretched out her hand to Lin Tingjun, who jumped into her palm.
She lifted up Lin Tingjun, and her body continued to grow larger, soon reaching the sky. In the blink of an eye, Lian Youyou's body could no longer be seen, and her huge figure sank into the white misty yin energy.
Sometimes, the small cannot be seen, and the big cannot be seen either. As the saying goes, a leaf blocks the view of the mountain. People always only see what is in front of them.
Lian Youyou lifted up his huge foot and easily stepped over the bridge.
The ghost messengers walking on the bridge stood in shock, looking up at the foot that almost covered the sky slowly passing over them. The oppressive feeling brought by the huge figure instantly made them feel as small as ants. They knelt down involuntarily and bowed their heads respectfully. It was an instinctive awe of the gods.
Lin Tingjun stood on the slender fingertips of Lian Youyou, with his hands folded across his chest and looking forward, his eyes gloomy and majestic: "The miasma has spread all the way up there, this is a manifestation of an imbalance between yin and yang."
A divine light suddenly flashed behind him, and Lian Youyou appeared in normal form.
Lian Youyou also walked to her finger and looked into the distance. Her expression was much calmer than Lin Tingjun's: "This is not the first or second time that a catastrophe has happened in the human world. The current situation is not serious. At least in the world I travel through, it is nothing."
Lin Tingjun turned his head slightly and smiled: "I almost forgot, you have been to more places than me." Lin Tingjun showed a little curiosity, "Is your lover in those worlds?" He raised the corner of his mouth with a wicked smile.
Lian Youyou rolled her eyes at him: "I'm happy with how many men I have. You even gave me the position of God Lord. How can I not have a few men? I have face too. Humph." Lian Youyou turned around and disappeared into the air, leaving behind Lin Tingjun with a smile.
He chuckled and turned his head to look forward: "What a pity! If I had known earlier, I should have come down earlier and married a few more women to have some fun. Now, with such a vicious wife controlling me, there is no chance~~~~"
"Get out!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from the sky, like thunder. A huge hand flipped over, and Lin Tingjun fell directly from the miasma-filled sky.
"Tsk! I forgot to bring the blood sword." Lin Tingjun sighed as he fell. He was now a mortal with flesh and blood, and did not have much divine power to allow him to ride on the clouds and fly freely.
When he raised his head, he saw Lian Youyou's figure slowly getting smaller. A strand of black hair passed in front of him like a black vine.
He raised his lips and smiled, immediately grabbed Lian Youyou's black hair, and swung it in the air back in front of Lian Youyou, facing the indescribable part below her huge neck. He pounced on it without hesitation, grabbed the lapels that were raised by the indescribable part, and hit Lian Youyou's soft place, which was still the same place as before, as if he was trapped in a ball of soft and elastic cotton, which actually became a sensitive word.
This ball of cotton still carries Lian's body temperature and her refreshing fragrance.
He smiled, stretched out his hand, pressed it on the huge area you could guess, and raised his face: "Wife, you've recovered a little-"
Lian Youyou's gloomy face emerged from the miasma, with silver light flashing in his eyes, looking like a really ferocious monster!
Lian Youyou's figure shrank rapidly. Lin Tingjun saw the ground, let go of Lian Youyou's clothes and jumped down. When he stood firm, he was slapped in the face.
"Bang!" It hit his handsome face.
"Pervert!" Lian Youyou's beautiful eyes widened with anger after she recovered.
Lin Tingjun touched the side of his face where he was hit, and when he let go of his hand, he smiled leisurely with a calm look in his eyes: "My dear, isn't it natural for me to be lustful towards you? I love you and want you, and this is the proof. Look, I'm bleeding from my nose." Lin Tingjun calmly pointed to his nose, and sure enough, a stream of blood was slowly flowing out of his nose!
Lian Youyou stared at his calm and relaxed expression with annoyance. He Lin Tingjun said with a clear conscience that it was impossible to refute him.
Lin Tingjun fearlessly lifted Lian Youyou's soft hand, looked at her with a smile, and gently wiped his nosebleed with her fingers. Lian Youyou immediately felt sick and wanted to withdraw her hand, but he suddenly clenched his fist, grabbed her bloody finger and put it where you want. It was blocked because it was written in detail, and it was obviously not below the neck, but it didn't work. Everyone try the finger-licking original chicken and taste the deliciousness for yourself.
Lian Youyou stood in front of him in a daze, her heartbeat quickened her blood, and the blood heated her whole body.
Lin Tingjun gently kissed Luo Lianyouyou's palm, glanced at Lian Youyou's burning red face, raised his hand to touch the hot face, and his eyes became more charming: "Let's go back... Do you want to make an appointment?"
Lian Youyou was speechless for a moment and stood in front of Lin Tingjun.
Lin Tingjun looked at his own body, then at Lian Youyou: "Do you... still dislike this body a little bit?"
Lian Youyou's eyes flickered for a moment, and she lowered her head: "Well... I'm afraid that you'll turn into a corpse halfway through... It's disgusting..."
“Hahaha—” Lin Tingjun laughed loudly, holding Lian Youyou’s hot hand and intertwining their fingers. The deep love in his eyes gradually faded away: “Actually… I am a little concerned. I can’t use someone else’s body to make love with you. I always feel… like I’m getting a bargain with the owner of this body.”
"You also know..." The blush on Lian Youyou's face faded, and she looked at Lin Tingjun unhappily, "Why do you always tease me? If you tease me again, I will get angry and go to sleep with Heiyan! After all, it is his own body. Your body must be supported by your divine power. If you lose your mind at that time, your body will be defeated!" Lian Youyou crossed her chest with her hands. Although Lin Tingjun's face was indeed good, his face began to rot halfway through, his body began to stink, and the corpse fluid kept flowing down. How big a psychological trauma would that leave? !
I guess if I see his true form again, I won’t want to be intimate with him anymore. (To be continued)