Early in the morning, Tang Lingce woke up under Bao Ye's warm kiss. Seeing that the person he likes likes to kiss him so much, he is both happy and depressed. It would be nice if he could be so enthusiastic when he returned to normal.
"Cece, you look like a beautiful sleeping beauty when you sleep, and you can't bear to blink." Bao Ye excitedly rolled over and pressed him on top of him: "It's still early, let's do morning exercise."
Tang Lingce noticed the hard object between his legs, and the corners of his eyes twitched: "What else is in your mind besides doing this?"
Bao Ye said very naturally: "There is also a Dongling policy."
Even if this was not sincere, Tang Lingce was happy to hear it, worried that if he rejected this guy too many times, he would really find someone else to have sex, so he raised his hand and slapped him.
Bao Ye got up contentedly and went downstairs for breakfast.
Leng Zhuo knew that his temperament had changed a lot now. If he ignored him too much, he would be angry with himself, so he glanced at him, continued to watch the morning news, and stopped greeting him as before.
Bao Ye sat across from him and said, "You are only Cece's mount, you are not qualified to sit down and eat with us."
Leng Zhuo dismissed it: "As a slave, you are not qualified to sit and eat with your master."
"Yes, I'm a slave, but don't forget that I'm also your master's man now. Have you ever heard that a slave can turn himself into a master? I'm a living example." Bao Ye said with a smug look on his face. Leng Zhuo wanted to slap him a few times.
Tang Lingce, who came down from the upstairs, immediately noticed that the two were not on the right track, and directly ignored him and sat down to ask Da Chao, who came in for breakfast, "Has there been any news from the deacon who brought the dishes?"
"Yes, I heard that Mr. Ou Ye's friend, Mr. Wang Shu, died outside the City of Pleasure last night, and I don't know who committed the murder. Now Mr. Ou Ye and his friend Mr. Gong Shan are investigating this matter. ."
Donglingce glanced at Baoye: "Have you found anything?"
"not yet."
"You go down."
"Yes." Da Chao exited the hall.
Donglingce looked at Baoye: "What did you do?"
Bao Ye admitted generously: "Yes."
"Why did you kill him?"
"He's so stupid."
Dong Lingce frowned: "Just because he's stupid, you want to kill him?"
Leng Zhuo sarcastically: "How smart are you yourself?"
Bao Ye hooked his lips: "As a human, I am always smarter than you as an animal."
Leng Zhuo felt that he would be pissed off if he continued to talk to this person, so he lowered his head and ate his breakfast.
Dong Lingce said, "Don't change the subject, and tell me the real reason why you killed him."
"He wanted to join hands with Xia Zong to kill me, and I killed them after fighting back."
"Why did they kill you?"
"You have to ask them." Bao Ye pointed to the fried noodles on the table: "I want to eat this, you feed me."
Dongling Ce: "..."
After this guy has changed his temper, he is even more uncle than him.
After breakfast, Tang Lingce took Bao Ye out of the villa by car, and when he was driving out of the other villa area, he was stopped by Ou Yexi who was investigating Wang Shu's murder: "Mr.
If he and Gong Shan hadn't been able to find out who killed them, and they wouldn't have stopped Dong Ling Ce's car, he thought that Dong Ling Ce's supernatural power was higher than him, and he should have felt the unusualness of last night. , maybe they can find the person who killed Wang Shu, so Gong Shan Xiang and the others have also found the person they have been looking for for many years.
Bao Ye interrupted him impatiently: "You stopped our car even if you knew you were disturbing us, get out, don't get in our way."
"..." Deacon Tao broke into a cold sweat for him, and Young Master Jin was too bold to speak to Mr. Ou Ye like this.
Ou Yexi's face sank. In the past, when he was talking to Donglingce, this slave never interrupted, but today he was so bold to interrupt him, and he was so disrespectful to him, if it wasn't for the fact that he was Donglingce 's bed partner has long been rude to this slave.
Seeing that he wasn't going, Bao Ye raised his fist and swung it towards him.
Ouyexi sensed the powerful fluctuation of divine power, and was startled, and quickly ducked back.
Bao Ye laughed: "You idiot, you have to dodge even my slave fist, are you really a god in the world?"
Deacon Tao was in a cold sweat, worried that Ouyexi would be unhappy and fight with them.
Ouyexi, who is a high-ranking god, couldn't bear to be humiliated by a slave. Just when he was about to fight back, Tang Lingce said, "Drive."
With divine power, his voice shook the people standing around the car two meters away.
Deacon Tao quickly drove away.
Gong Shan Xiang walked in front of Ou Yexi and said with a voice transmission: "It's fine if you didn't fight back just now, why did you let a slave ride on your head, will you still have a place in the city of pleasure in the future? Look around you. The deacon looks at you in a strange way, and thinks that your master is useless."
Ouyexi stared at the leaving car, and roared at Gong Shan Xiang through voice transmission: "You thought I didn't want to fight back, but I was suppressed by the opponent, how can I fight back?"
Since the last time he lost his face in the ring, everyone knows that his power is not as good as that of Dongling Ce, and as long as there is something related to Dong Ling Ce, the slave owners dare not come to him to solve it, because they know that it is useless to ask him. , he also did not settle the Dongling policy.
Now who doesn't know that his divine power is worse than that of Dongling Ce, they are laughing at him secretly, and he also wants to find a chance to get back a game, but the opponent's divine power is indeed much higher than him, and he really can't do anything about Dong Ling Ce.
Gong Shan Xiang asked, "Dongling Ce is so powerful?"
"I don't know how powerful he is. Anyway, the two of us are not necessarily his opponents." Ouyexi took a deep breath.
"Don't worry, when we get the things on the construction site to improve our divine power, we must make Dongling Ce look good, and that slave, I must tear his body in front of all the slaves."
No one has ever dared to say that he was a useless person, but Bao Ye was the first and will be the last.
Bao Ye in the car didn't even know that someone hated him, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. He was only very unhappy about one thing. When he punched just now, he clearly had a chance to kill Ou Yexi and Dong Ling Ce. However, he interrupted him with a sound transmission and did not kill the gods for him.
"Why didn't you kill Oyexi for me just now?"
Tang Lingce looked at Deacon Tao who was driving.
Deacon Tao consciously stretched out the screen and raised it.
"If you don't want your body to explode, give me some peace of mind."
"But Ojisi must die."
Dong Lingce squinted his eyes: "Reason."
"can not say."
Dong Lingce stared at him silently.
Bao Ye looked at the sky: "It won't let me say it."
Dongling Policy:…
Bao Ye, who has changed his personality, is much more honest than the previous Bao Ye. He is not happy if he is unhappy. It is difficult to control, because he will do things according to his own mood, he will kill when he is not happy, and he will kill when he is happy, and he is not bound by anyone.
Donglingce looked at the sky and wondered why Tiandao would stop Baoye from talking.
When I came to the construction site, I happened to meet senior slaves who came to work on the construction site.
When the senior slave saw Donglingce and Baoye, he immediately greeted them.
Bao Ye leaned on the window and looked at them and pouted: "Hey, I said why do you want to be slaves, in fact, you can...
The senior slaves were stunned.
Jin Lingrui didn't wait for Bao Ye to finish, and hurriedly drove the slave to work on the construction site: "Don't pay attention to him."
The senior slaves were drenched in sweat.
Bao Ye looked at Jin Lingrui, his eyes lit up: "Brother, you are so cool today."
... Jin Lingrui walked over, pushed his face directly into the car, and said to Dong Lingce, "Take care of him."
Bao Ye giggled and said, "Brother, your hands are really fragrant."
Jin Lingrui seemed to be used to his appearance, and said thank you very calmly.
"You even molested your brother?" Tang Lingce carried Bao Ye out of the car very unhappily.
Bao Ye threw a wink at the Boss Ji who came from behind: "Boss Ji, you are so handsome today, Boss Chu, you are also very manly."
Boss Ji: "..."
Boss Chu:…
Dong Lingce's face was so dark that it couldn't be darker: "Do you have to praise all men to be happy?"
"Baby, don't be jealous, you are the best in my heart." Bao Ye kissed Dongling Ce on the mouth.
Chu Qiang was petrified when he saw this scene. What shocked him the most was that Dongling Ce was not angry.
Ji Boss whispered in Jin Lingrui's ear: "His temperament has changed too much, that's why you told us not to approach him."
It is right not to approach Bao Ye, otherwise, he will be killed by Tang Ling Ce.
"You only see one side of him, and you haven't seen the other side. In short, don't get close to him now, and don't believe his words."
Ji Boss looked at Chu Qiang, who was stupid, and laughed: "Why are you stupid?"
Chu Qiang came back to his senses and said, "Mr. Jin kissed Mr. Dongling, why isn't Mr. Dongling angry?"
"You want him to be angry?"
"No..." Chu Qiang couldn't explain clearly: "I don't know how to say it."
"Fool, you'll know later, let's go, let's go to the vegetable field."
Bao Ye came to the office with Dongling Ce, and sat on the swivel chair boredly and turned around: "Ce Ce, I'm bored."
Dong Lingce asked casually, "Then what do you want to play?"
Bao Ye threw himself on Dong Ling Ce and said, "Do you remember the thing you asked me to write with your butthole before?"
... Tang Lingce raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to write with your butthole?"
"Of course not."
"Then what do you want to do?"
"I'm in charge of watching you write with your asshole."
Dongling Ce: "..."
Did he dig a hole before and let himself jump into it now
Bao Ye's eyes lit up: "Your buttocks are so beautiful, it must be nice to twist your buttocks when you write."
He quickly conjured up a brush as thick as Tang Lingce's flute: "You must be able to hold this firmly."