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He Ling is so good to Tan Zao that everyone from the entire Demon Sect can't wait to replace him, but Tan Zao often avoids it. Some people say that he is well versed in the means of making appetite, and some people say that he is a hypocrite. In short, don't think of anything good. Search: \(¨¨¨¨¨) to watch fine literature for free
They didn't know that Tan Zao was actually afraid of He Lingze, and He Ling had brought him unprecedented fear.
Every time he thought about that day, he felt cold all over.
One moonless night, Tan Zao was scolded by Chen Fang Sanren again, "...it's just a pig, you can learn it a hundred times, why don't you know it?"
Tan Zao: "Because my master is you!"
Chen Fang Sanren: "… "
Tan Zao: "The immortal..."
"Who said that old age is immortal!" Chen Fang Sanren slapped Tan Zao with a slap, and Tan Zao flew to the corner like a kite with a broken string.
"..." Tan Zao touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, "Is it a human? Hit so hard?"
Chen Fang Sanren looked at his palm, "If you don't practice martial arts well, it will be hard to be beaten."
Tan Zao: "...I practice martial arts to be beaten?!"
Chen Fang Sanren: "You want to do something else even if you are beaten badly?!"
The two quarreled again as usual. Tan Zao only felt that Chen Fang Sanren's facial features became more and more hideous, and finally slapped the table, "I'm so mad at me, you rebel, go out and fight a set of punches to calm down!"
Tan Zao: "No, it's cold."
Chen Fangsan was furious, his eyes glazed over the shadow on the window paper, and he said angrily, "I'll go, it's alright."
Tan Zao: "Let's go, I'll be quiet." Tan Zao thought to himself, this dead old man will die someday.
Tan Zao didn't expect that his wish would come true so quickly, and he didn't expect that, in fact, the face of Chen Fang Sanren he usually faced was not hideous. What was really hideous was his death. His face was black and blue, his eyes were round and wide, his eyes were mostly white, his tongue stuck out, and his body was stiff and twisted.
Tan Zao's curse was unexpectedly realized.
When he cursed at Chen Fang Sanren's body, He Ling appeared.
This is their first meeting.
He Ling dragged a person in, who was still breathing a little and let out a little groan from his throat. He Ling threw him to the ground, and the man completely lost his breath.
Tan Zao saw that the death form was exactly the same as that of Chen Fang Sanren.
He Ling's icy gaze turned to Tan Zao. To be more precise, it was not icy cold, but dead silence.
Tan Zao was like a frog being stared at by a snake, and he felt cold and stiff all over. He Lingze's eyes were like looking at a dead person... Even more terrifying than a real dead person with a terrifying death appearance!
At this time, Tan Zao couldn't see the doubts deep in He Lingze's eyes, and he heard Tan Zao cursing Chen Fang's scattered people.
The first time Tan Zao saw He Lingze, it was the way He Lingze had just killed, and he was already terrified. It's not that he hasn't seen people kill or be killed, but He Ling is the only one that makes him feel terrible. No matter how kind He Ling was afterwards, he couldn't erase that look from his mind.
In fact, every time he had nightmares, after dreaming of Master's hideous face, the next moment was He Lingze's cold eyes.
Which side is the real He Lingze
Tan Zao was afraid of the answer to this question, and he would rather run away.
Tan Zao hadn't had that nightmare for a long time, but on the day he slept in the Zhengqi Pavilion, he actually had it again.
I woke up in a cold sweat, my vest was cold. Tan Zao looked at the top of the bed and muttered unhappily, "A righteous sect, it scared me into nightmares... It's really unknown."
He got up and called A Zhao. A Zhao saw that his back was sweating, and said, "You're not busy, you should take a shower, it's not good for your health."
Tan Zao also felt uncomfortable, so he agreed.
"Have the clothes I wore yesterday been washed and dried?" Tan Zao asked.
Ah Zhao said: "The clothes sent every day are washed and dried on the same day."
Tan Zao said: "This weather should be dry, please bring it to me, I'll change into that suit, just as I have to leave today."
"Young master is really... We don't lack a set of clothes in our pavilion." A Zhao smiled and went to fetch clothes for him.
After a long while, Ah Zhao came back with another set of new clothes, and said with a troubled face: "I clearly saw that dress yesterday, but I couldn't find it just now, maybe who got it wrong... Young Master, let's put this on. One set."
Tan Zao frowned, "You all have uniform clothes here, how could you get me wrong..."
Ah Zhao couldn't say why, "This... Maybe it's wrapped in a pile of clothes."
"That's right, Zhengqi Pavilion does not lack a set of clothes, how could someone take it away on purpose." Tan Zao smiled reassuringly, he was too sharp just now.
This is not caused by He Lingze. Back then, when he was in the demon sect, he had to take good care of the clothes he had changed after taking a shower, otherwise he might lose one or two pieces. At first, he felt that the demon sect did not like him. There are so many people, it is natural to embarrass him on such trivial matters, so he doesn't care too much.
One time later, he (forced) to be a guest in He Lingze's room.
He Ling had bad intentions, and there was no stool in the room, so Tan Zao led him to sit on the bed when he came.
Tan Zao sat on the bed, only to feel that He Lingze's body was getting closer and closer, and he was lying softly, almost hanging on his body, and there was an inexplicable snort in his mouth, which made his scalp tingle.
He Lingze: "Xiao Tan, are you hot~~"
Tan Zao: "It's not as hot as the leader, your face is too red."
He Lingze: "Yeah, I'm so hot~~" He wanted to bury his face in Tan Zao's neck.
"The leader wipe the sweat!" At the critical moment, Tan Zao took out a sweat towel from under the pillow and put it on He Lingze's face.
He Lingze: "..."
Tan Zao breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the stiff He Ling up.
It's just that the sweat towel on He Lingze's face is too familiar... No, compared to the ordinary sweat towel, this one is also a bit too big. The more Tan Zao looked at it, the more wrong it became. Ling Ze's stiff face.
He pulled the two corners of the "sweat towel" and unfolded it, what kind of sweat towel is this? It was clearly his long-lost trousers!
Tan Zao: "..."
He Lingze: "..."
Tan Zao blushed like blood: "Sect Master!! Going crazy again!!!!!!! This is a trousers!! Men's!!! Trousers!!!! Do you know what the trousers are?!!!!"
He Lingze: "Paste, close to the body..."
Tan Zao: "..."
Tan Zao: "It's just sticking to the dirty place!! You steal this too!!! Can you collect my urine?!!"
He Lingze: "Uh..."
Tan Zao: "...Tell me that you don't collect."
He Ling quickly shook his head, "There is no such thing."
Tan Zao breathed a sigh of relief, and with his hands, he tore the stolen trousers to shreds, "That's all, let me find out next time, it's not the one that was torn."
He Ling glanced at the rag with regretful eyes.
Tan Zao: "...Also, hand over the others, I know there must be more."
He Ling: "No more."
Tan Zao: "I don't believe it."
He Ling: "It's really gone."
Tan Zao pushed him away, walked to the wardrobe, and said as he pulled it away, "If I find it, the leader will be dead!"
Boom, a pile of familiar clothes poured out of the closet like a torrent, smashing Tan Zao to the ground.
Tan Zao: "..."
He Lingze: "..."
The shadow He Lingze left on Tan Zao was so deep that he had to be wary, although there might not be anyone in this world as perverted as He Lingze. gd1806102
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