Shang Ke condensed into a spirit body and floated around in the dark room, glancing at the man sleeping soundly on the bed from time to time. Suddenly, his body froze, remembering that when he transmigrated into a god, he once used the method of falling into a dream to teach his followers skills.
Although the evil brush is not as powerful as the god statue, the mana transformed from the evil spirit should be able to help him fall into a dream.
Shang Ke ran the power in his body, maybe it was because he had been hungry for too long, or maybe he had never taken care of it, his power was like a mess, entangled without any rules. Shang Ke tried to use the self-cultivation technique to isolate and refine. After running for a few weeks, he was able to reluctantly smooth out this power, which, together with the anxiety-provoking hunger, also relieved a lot.
It seems that the spiritual practice is also suitable for the pen spirit, but because there is no spiritual energy in this world, he can only mobilize the evil spirit accumulated by the pen spirit itself.
The original pen spirit died out of consciousness because it lost the source of evil spirits and did not know how to cultivate. If he can't continue his life, I am afraid that sooner or later, he will follow in the footsteps of Pen Spirit.
Most people have evil spirits in their bodies, no matter how much, it is absolutely fine to maintain the basic needs of fairness, but Wen Jingrong is an anomaly. will not be left. As for the suffocation of the people around him, he didn't even have a chance to get close.
What Shang Ke had to do was to cultivate his mana as soon as possible, try to get rid of the contract barrier as soon as possible, and absorb the evil spirits from people other than Wen Jingrong.
After making up his mind, Shang Ke turned his mana into a cloud of smoke and entered Wen Jingrong's dream.
With his current mana, he cannot control other people's dreams, and can only be in it as a "guest".
The sleeping Wen Jingrong did not dream, and the world in the dream was chaotic. At this moment, a white figure suddenly flashed, instantly lighting up the originally gloomy world, the toes fell lightly, and ripples appeared in circles like feathers, gently "awakening" Wen Jingrong's consciousness.
Wen Jingrong looked at the flickering light and shadow not far away, and walked towards "it" with his legs uncontrollably. Every step closer, the outline of the shadow becomes clearer, and when he gets closer, he has turned into a human figure. To be precise, it was a tall, slender man.
Shang Ke was surprised to find that after entering Wen Jingrong's dream, his originally irregular figure began to transform on his own. But for a moment, there is a human form.
"Who are you?" A voice suddenly came from behind.
Shang Ke turned his head subconsciously, revealing a... blank face.
Wen Jingrong: "..." With anticipation, he wanted to see the real face, but found that the other party had no facial features at all, and the disappointment in his heart was far more than the horror.
"Who are you?" Wen Jingrong asked again. Although his face was blurred, he still wanted to know his identity.
Shang Ke wanted to answer, but he had no mouth at all, so he could only be a quiet (faceless) handsome man, his heart was broken.
Wen Jingrong narrowed his eyes, trying to find his facial features from the blank face, but unfortunately it was always blurred.
He rarely dreamed, but as long as he did, every time he woke up, he felt empty, as if he had lost something or was looking for something. The appearance of this man in the dream made him feel at ease for the first time in his originally hopeless thoughts.
Wen Jingrong couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to feel his existence more truly, but just as his fingers touched his body, everything in front of him began to blur, and then he fell into complete darkness.
Wen Jingrong opened his eyes abruptly, only to see the quiet Qinghui in the room.
He sat up, took out a cigarette from the bed and held it, constantly recalling the white shadow that appeared in his dream, his deep eyes flickering in the smoke, elusive.
Shang Ke lay on the bed without a human form, looking like he was out of strength. The first time I fell into a dream, I didn't say a word, I was squeezed out without showing a face, and it made me want to die. It seems that you must practice for a period of time before thinking about the problem of falling into a dream, otherwise you will have to consume yourself to death.
Next, Shang Ke never tried to dream again, but stayed by Wen Jingrong's side and cultivated safely.
However, he did not expect that this dream would leave Wen Jingrong with a minor after-effect.
Wen Jingrong started dating women to dating men. Anyone who is attracted to him will receive his invitation, but every date is basically over once they have met. After a month, I don't know how many beautiful men have been "spring-hearted" by him.
Wen Jingrong is a well-known golden aristocrat on the planet Tam, with a wealth of wealth, outstanding appearance, and a very high popularity in the circle. Although homosexuality is not the mainstream, Wen Jingrong's behavior undoubtedly gives some single men a clear hint and makes their minds active.
Many men began to take the initiative to hook up with Wen Jingrong. They couldn't find a chance to meet in private, so they tried to participate in the reception where Wen Jingrong attended, creating various surprises to deepen their impression.
Wen Jingrong sometimes accompanies him to strike up a conversation a few times, but sometimes he doesn't even have a look. After a few times, someone soon discovered that the men he favored were basically the same type, with a slender figure and a warm temperament. It's a pity that no one has become his guest, and I don't know what kind of male partner he wants to find.
Shang Ke hung on Wen Jingrong's sleeve and watched helplessly as he was surrounded by beautiful men, peach blossoms, and he was indescribably depressed.
"Mr. Wen, this document needs your signature." The secretary handed the document to Wen Jingrong.
Wen Jingrong habitually took off the cufflinks, and after changing the pen shape, he raised his hand and swiped on the document, but found that there was no trace of ink left.
Wen Jingrong frowned, picked up the magic number pen in his hand and looked at it, there seemed to be no problem.
The magic number pen has fingerprint identification. Although outsiders can write, it has legal effect only if the owner of the pen personally uses it.
Wen Jingrong tried a few more times, but still couldn't write the handwriting, so he had to take out the spare magic number pen and sign his name on the document.
After signing, Wen Jingrong also buttoned the spare magic number pen on his sleeve, and set up a company with Shang Ke.
Shang Ke looked at the new friend beside him and greeted, "It's a coincidence, we are all cufflink-shaped magic pens."
The new friend was silent.
Shang Ke was in a bad mood and decided not to let Wen Jingrong use his body for a short time.
Before leaving get off work, Wen Jingrong left the company and drove to a private repair shop.
"Bra, long time no see." The shop owner was a handsome uncle in his forties. He greeted Wen Jingrong warmly when he saw Wen Jingrong walk in.
"Don't call me a 'bra'!" Wen Jingrong glared at him, then took off Shang Ke and handed it to him, "Help me see, is there something wrong?"
The handsome uncle took the magic number pen and praised: "Look at this style, it is a style from decades ago, it is well maintained, and the functions are complete. Has it been remodeled before?"
"Probably." Wen Jingrong only inherited this pen from his father five years ago. I don't know if his father has modified it, but its function is no different from that of a modern product.
Uncle Shuai transformed him into a pen shape and wrote a few times on the paper. The handwriting was clear and the color was uniform, and there was no problem.
"Isn't this normal?" Uncle Shuai looked at Wen Jingrong in confusion.
Wen Jingrong took the pen back and wrote a few times on the paper, but it was still blank.
The handsome uncle took it to try again, and wrote the words smoothly. But as long as it was in Wen Jingrong's hands, it would not work immediately.
"Hahaha." The handsome uncle couldn't help laughing, "Bra, it seems that this pen doesn't like you very much! How on earth did you abuse it?"
Wen Jingrong stared at the pen in his hand, with a gloomy expression on his face, followed by a trace of evil spirit.
Shang Ke's spirit body swiftly flew towards the suffocating aura, his movements were not unpleasant, and his reaction was not agile, but unfortunately he was unable to defeat Fuguang's purification in the end. The delicious evil spirit vanished before his eyes.
Shang Ke fell to the ground softly like a ball of cotton.
Why is it so hard to eat some evil spirits!
"Your magic number pen is fine." After careful inspection, Uncle Shuai made a professional judgment, "I think the problem is your character."
Wen Jingrong put away the magic number pen and left the repair shop without looking back.
In the evening, after Wen Jingrong finished grooming, he lay in bed and watched TV for a while, then picked up the magic number pen and began to study.
This pen has been with him for several years, and it has never had any problems. Why is it suddenly unusable? And only he can't use it. Wen Jingrong felt unhappy inexplicably, and had a feeling of being betrayed by his own things. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't come up with any clues, so Wen Jingrong had to put the pen aside and turn off the lights to sleep.
Shang Ke sat lightly on Wen Jingrong's body and kept making faces to frighten him, even though he couldn't see anything.
"Wait, I'll take care of you in my dream right away!" Shang Ke threw his fist at him angrily.
As soon as the words fell, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp eyes shot straight in the direction of Shang Ke.
Shang Ke slammed back: Nima, scared to death!
Wen Jingrong glanced around suspiciously.
Here, here! Shang Ke put a twisted poss in the air.
Wen Jingrong only felt the gloomy wind blowing above his head, frowned and stared at it for a moment, but found nothing unusual, and slowly closed his eyes again.
After a while, it went to sleep.
Shang Ke brewed his emotions, used mana, and entered Wen Jingrong's dream again.
Just like last time, he had a human form as soon as he fell into the dream.
Before he had time to act, he was hugged by a pair of big hands, and a man's low voice came from his ears: "I caught you."
There shouldn't be any tactile sensation in the dream, but Wen Jingrong's approach made Shang Ke feel the heat on his back, and the familiar aura wrapped around him.
Shang Ke didn't struggle, but first touched his face, only to find that he had facial features!
"Tell me who you are?"
I'm the evil pen beside you - of course Shang Ke wouldn't answer that.
Wen Jingrong didn't get a response, so he hooked his waist and slowly turned his body around.