After listening, Dong Lingce asked, "Just burn the body and kill three people?"
Bao Ye nodded.
Dong Lingce stared at him for a while, then thought about it and said, "I probably know what's going on with your face."
"what happened?"
"If you do good things, your face will be better. If you do bad things, your face will change back. If you want your face to change, you have to do more good things than the bad things you did."
"Is that so?" Bao Ye recalled the first time when he saved a group of people after the typhoon, so his face was healed, but why did his face change back immediately
He thought about it carefully. Could it be that when he said that the tornado came, he did not persuade the slaves to avoid the tornado in the end, which led to the death of many people
The more Bao Ye thought about it, the more likely it was. After the flood came, he saved a large group of slaves, and made a potion so that most of the slaves escaped the plague, so his face was half healed, and now he killed him again. The face has grown back to sarcoma.
Hey, this face is really strange. It must have been done a lot of things in the past life to get this kind of retribution. By the way, the ugly slave like him needs to be checked carefully.
"You have saved so many people before, and your face is only half as good. If you want to fully recover your entire face, you must at least save people in three or four cities. After your face is good, you can't do bad things again, otherwise you will save more. people."
Bao Ye doesn't care: "It's okay for a man to be ugly, as long as he is capable."
Donglingce jokingly said, "Aren't you afraid that you will be too ugly to find a wife?"
Bao Ye snorted lightly: "If the other party really likes me, they won't care about my face. If she cares, it means that she doesn't really like me, what's the use of my wife if she doesn't really like me, right?"
¨Then you are destined to have no wife in this life. "Tangling Ce turned back to the topic: "The melanoma on your face still has a big problem. "
"what is the problem?"
"According to my guess, if you do all the bad things, you will not only have sarcomas on your face, but also on your neck and body, until you die."
Bao Ye: "… "
According to the development of the sarcoma in good and bad times, it is really possible as Dong Lingce said, then, if the soul does not take the initiative to leave this body, but he still wants to stay in this world, he can't do too many bad things .
Bao Ye wondered: "Why are you so interested in my face?"
Tang Lingce put his right elbow on the back of the seat, supported his head with his palm, and said lazily, "What I'm curious about is why my magic power can't heal your face?"
If even he can't cure his face, no one in this world can cure him.
Bao Ye gave him a speechless look: "There are so many things you can't do, so why don't you have to explore them one by one?"
"A lot?" Dong Lingce said confidently: "Why do I feel that there are few things in this world that I can't do."
"Can you turn the sky into the ground and let slaves walk on it? Can you make all slaves have divine power? Can you turn the sun and moon upside down? Can you resurrect all ancient gods? Can you violate all the rules of heaven? You Can you sacrifice yourself to save others?"
After being asked a series of questions, Dongling Ce was really overwhelmed by him.
"You haven't been to so many things, but you are interested in my face. I think you have nothing to do." Bao Ye opened the door and got out of the car when he saw that the car stopped.
Tang Lingce looked at Bao Ye who walked into the hall swaggeringly, and looked at Deacon Tao, who had been silent for a while.
"Does he still have my master in his eyes?"
Deacon Tao glanced at him from the rearview mirror and said to himself: You didn't condone it.
Bao Ye has been in the hall, looking for Zi Sang Yanruo.
Zisang Yanruo was very happy to see him, the left one was Baoye, the right one was Baoye's, Zisangyan frowned upon hearing this, and couldn't help but look at this ugly slave, from the look of the other side, the ugly slave He has neither admiration nor flattery towards his concubine, but simply treats his sister as a friend, so he can't help but feel relieved, and he won't stop her from interacting with slaves, after all, she has no friends here.
Dong Lingce walked in and asked, "The water has receded today, why don't you go out?"
Zisang Yanjing said, "Go out tomorrow."
Tang Lingce glanced at the hall and asked, "Where are your two friends?"
"They have to go home and come back to me when the water goes out."
Zisangyanjing stood up and motioned Donglingce to sit outside the floor-to-ceiling window with her eyes.
After sitting down, Donglingce asked, "Do you want to ask if I did the flood?"
Dongling Ce did not hide: "I did it."
Zisang Yanjing worried: "If you do this, you will be regarded as a public enemy by the gods in the world."
"They have the ability to find out that I did it." Dong Lingce smiled playfully: "If you have time to worry about me, you might as well worry about yourself."
Zisang Yanjing thought of his affairs and her face sank.
"If you encounter a problem that cannot be solved, remember to come to me."
Ziyan Sangjing nodded: "Thank you."
That night, Tang Lingce asked Bao Ye to keep him vigil again.
"If you harass me to sleep like that night, I'll stop you and let you stand for one night."
Bao Ye retorted him: "If you put a pillow on me, will I harass you?"
Dong Lingce sneered: "Aren't you very powerful? You won't change it yourself?"
Bao Ye: …
It makes sense, he hadn't thought of this before.
He immediately changed into a big bed exactly like Tang Ling Ce in the center of the room.
Tang Lingce saw that the victim and the pillow were the same as him: "I have to doubt who is the master between the two of us."
Bao Ye ignored his words and threw himself on the bed happily.
He slept on a hard floor for days, and he was finally able to sleep on the bed.
"This bed is so soft and so comfortable."
Bao Ye rolled on the bed, and then turned a somersault.
Seeing him poking around like a monkey, Dong Lingce rolled his eyes in a dignified way like Bao Ye: "Ugly people are more at fault."
Bao Ye quickly scolded him: "It's ugly to wear clothes."
Dongling Ce sneered: "You mean you look ugly because of your dress?"
"This is part of the problem. Isn't there a saying that people rely on clothes, and Buddhas rely on gold?" Bao Ye turned around three hundred and sixty degrees, and he transformed into a dark blue casual denim suit.
He pulled his clothes and walked from the head of the bed to the end of the bed as if he was walking the runway. He put his hands in his trousers and asked handsomely, "How is it that you are more handsome?"
Dong Lingce raised his eyebrows: "It's still ugly."
In fact, after changing a set of clothes, his temperament has changed a lot, just like a college student who has just left the school, with a refreshing breath, his face is ugly, but his smile is bright and confident, and he has a little charm.
Bao Ye spit in his hand, wiped it on Liu Hai, and then combed it neatly with his hands: "So what?"
Don't look at the face, he is quite handsome. But Dong Lingce wouldn't tell him honestly: "It's ugly and dirty, can you still be a little more disgusting?"
Bao Ye stuck his waist in annoyance and said, "Master Dongling, can't you compliment me a little bit against your will?"
Donglingce hooked his lips: "I don't know how to boast against my heart. If you want me to tactfully damage a sentence, I can try it."
"Okay, tell me."
Donglingce usually said that he was ugly, but this time, Baoye wanted to hear how he could hurt him euphemistically.
The smile on the corner of Donglingce's mouth deepened: "You have a lot of hemorrhoids on your butt."
Bao Ye was stunned for a moment, and it took a few seconds to realize that he compared his face to his butt, and his sarcoma to hemorrhoids.
Seeing his confused look, Dong Lingce smiled, "Do you think my description is suitable for you?"
"Dangling Ce, look at the move." Bao Ye jumped up and rushed towards Dongling Ce on the opposite bed.
Dong Lingce raised his foot and kicked him: "Your hands and head are full of saliva, don't get on my bed."
Bao Ye turned over to avoid the attack, hugged Dong Lingce's pillow, and rubbed his head again and again: "I not only want to get on your bed, but also rub your pillow."
Tang Lingce sank his face, dragged his hair to the bathroom, and rinsed him with water.
"It hurts, master, you hurt me." Bao Ye shouted loudly, "Ah, indecent assault!"
Leng Zhuo and Zisang Yanjing downstairs looked at each other when they heard the voice from above.
"Indecent? I need to be indecent to you?" Tang Lingce laughed angrily, poured out the shampoo, and rubbed his hair vigorously: "I'm fine if you are indecent."
Bao Ye shouted again: "Fuck it, it hurts, you hurt me, don't be so hard, just take it easy, take it easy one by one"
Downstairs, with a bang, the chess piece in Leng Zhuo's hand fell on the chessboard.
Zisang Yanjing coughed uncomfortably, "It's so intense up there."
It's just that the taste of Tanglin Ce is really... too heavy.
Thinking about the ugly face of that slave, how could Tang Ling Ce be able to speak
"Look, you have ripped off so much hair." Bao Ye looked at the hair all over the floor in distress, Si Bo didn't know that his words attracted endless reverie from the two men downstairs.
Hair doesn't mean the hair underneath, right
The two big men immediately imagined that Tang Ling Ce accidentally ripped off a bunch of hair while masturbating to Bao Ye.
Tang Lingce washed his hair and dried him by the way: "Reach out your hand and wash it."
Bao Ye stretched out his hand: "You are really a clean freak."
"Are you obsessed with cleanliness? Do you want me to get a bunch of saliva on your bed?" Tang Lingce washed his hands and kicked him out of the bathroom.
Bao Ye jumped directly onto Dong Ling Ce's bed, bounced on it a few times, and left a few footprints before jumping back to his bed with satisfaction.
Dong Ling Ce narrowed his eyes.
Bao Ye pulled up the quilt and covered his head with a guilty conscience: "Sleep and sleep."
sleep, right? Tang Lingce teleported to his bedside, pulled up the sheets, wrapped the person, secured it with a barrier, and threw it down from the balcony: "Leng Zhuo, throw him into the trash can outside."
"Yes." Leng Zhuo picked up the large group of sheets, and then, there was a sound from inside the sheets, so frightened that Leng Zhuo almost threw the sheets away.
"Master, I was wrong."
Dong Lingce snorted coldly, turned and went back to his room to sleep.
Leng Zhuo threw the sheets into the big trash can outside the villa: "Next time you serve the master, remember to apply some medicine beforehand, it won't be so painful."
Bao Ye: "Huh?"
Leng Zhuo left Bao Ye, who was covered in fog and sweat, to go back to the room to sleep.