The legs are indeed a little numb, not only numb, but also a little itchy, like itching in the bones, I can't scratch it if I want to.
Qin Lang pursed his lips, but was speechless. He could only stare at Mu Yin, who had two points of success hidden in his eyes.
Mu Yin scooped up another spoonful of porridge and brought it to Qin Lang's mouth, with a pair of fox eyes still with a hint of mockery: "Lang Lang needs to eat more, he will recover."
Qin Lang didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh. While he was angry with what Mu Yin had done to him just now, he was grateful to Mu Yin for giving him the opportunity to stand up again.
In the end, Qin Lang shook his head helplessly, took the porridge that Mu Yin brought to his mouth, and slowly, without saying anything, finished the whole bowl.
Qin Lang was tired all afternoon, but he was already very sleepy.
Although Mu Yin used Mei Xiang, he didn't want to resist physically or mentally, but his consciousness was still there, his pride and his unwillingness to admit defeat, even if Mu Yin couldn't take it anymore, he would never Make a begging sound.
It has also been hard to carry without being fainted by Mu Yin. It can be said that he is very strong.
He could still hold on to having a few words with Mu Yin until now. After dinner, Qin Lang felt that he was also quite arrogant, and he didn't want to lose face to his own people at all.
Got fucked for eight hours! It's a miracle that he's still alive, isn't it? Although part of the reason is that Mu Yin gave Qin Lang a cultivation base to supplement his physical strength in the process of doing it with him according to the method in the book.
So now, not long after Qin Lang lay down, he was already asleep.
In the past, every night, because of Qin Lang's habit, although the two of them covered a quilt and occasionally did intimate things at night, they would each sleep with a pillow.
Although Mu Yin really wanted to sleep with Qin Lang in his arms every night, he was afraid of disturbing Qin Lang's rest, so he kept sticking to Qin Lang honestly.
But Mu Yin, who unlocked the new way tonight, no longer thinks so.
Qin Lang fell asleep again, and he was not afraid of disturbing him. He tucked his left hair behind his shoulders, lay beside Qin Lang, wrapped Qin Lang in his arms, and kissed Qin Lang contentedly. A little swollen lips in the afternoon.
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It was just a simple good night kiss, but the fox demon who tasted it for the first time was suddenly aroused again.
He licked and kissed Qin Lang's lips, and then looked at Qin Lang's quiet and gentle appearance after he was asleep, and the corner of his mouth slanted a smirk.
When Qin Lang opened his eyes, looking at the scene in front of him, he almost thought he had suddenly entered a new world.
It was not until he recognized the white robe he was wearing, the jade flute in his hand and the invisible bamboo forest that he realized that it was a dream.
This is himself in the picture Mu Yin painted for him.
Qin Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, but his husband actually did the same trick again, pulling him into a dream again. Isn't it enough for a whole afternoon? Five hundred years of virgins, can't afford to be offended, leave and leave!
Qin Lang wanted to slip away, but he just thought about it. After all, how could he, an ordinary person, escape the dream created by the fox demon
So he first looked at the surrounding environment suspiciously, then raised his steps and walked for a while. In the dream, the original owner must have dreamed of being able to walk, and there is no need to pretend to make a fuss.
There is a bluestone path in the bamboo forest. Qin Lang has been walking along this road. There are still green bamboos on both sides of the road. The quiet environment makes life not irritable.
Soon, the trail came to an end.
At the end is an octagonal pavilion, with bells hanging at the corner of the pavilion. A gust of wind blows eight bells. The crisp and pleasant bells and the rustling sound of bamboo leaves being blown by the wind naturally match into a unique song, which is refreshing.
With such a harmonious and beautiful picture and timing, the protagonist finally appeared.
When Qin Lang came back to his senses, Mu Yin had already played the guqin on the stone table in the pavilion. The sound of the violin is melodious and melodious, and it tells of lovesickness.
He was wearing the same white clothes as Qin Lang, but he was dressed very casually, with most of the shirt open, revealing his strong chest. There are also some fresh marks on the chest - sexy hickeys.
That was deliberately kept by Qin Lang when he was doing it with him, not to be outdone.
It was clearly shown to him on purpose.
Mu Yin was raising his eyebrows and looking at him, silently inviting.
Qin Lang secretly swallowed his saliva.
Then he was pressed on the stone table on which the guqin was placed, on the wooden pillars of the octagonal pavilion, and on the bamboo leaves that were inexplicably piled up in a thick layer in the bamboo forest…
Qin Lang couldn't help but wonder if Mu Yin was thinking about these pictures when he painted the picture.
In short, Qin Lang can no longer look directly at the painting that Mu Yin gave him, especially the flute that looks very high, don't ask him why! He doesn't know anything!
Mu Yin was not so mad that he tossed for an afternoon and a whole night, and let him go in the middle of the night.
Qin Lang breathed a sigh of relief. He was too tired to even dream of a dream, and he was miserable enough.
After a long sleep in a daze, Qin Lang opened his eyes again and found that he was still in a dream.
The reason why he quickly knew it was a dream was because he had had this dream for several years.
There are afterimages in the dream, and I can't see clearly all the time. I can hear some voices vaguely, but everything seems to be covered with a layer of veil, so I can't see or hear clearly.
Qin Lang, like a spectator, found a place to stay, and then looked at the images that he still couldn't see clearly.
It's not really surprising. When he read novels, he would always dream of some scenes that he imagined through words, all kinds of strange.
Like Qin Lang's occasional dream for several years in a row - some people will have it in the real world for a few years. Anything that you care about, that you miss, that you hate, still exists in your subconscious mind and will manifest in the form of dreams.
But what bothered Qin Lang was that he couldn't see or hear at all, and naturally he didn't know what the dream was. Moreover, every time he had this vague dream, he would wake up and find that he had cried. And at the moment of waking up, inexplicably but definitely not believing in love.
He estimated that it must be a very sad and unfinished novel plot. It's a pity he didn't know the name, otherwise he would have revisited it.
Qin Lang also looked at the various figures shaking in front of his eyes, switching scenes. He didn't know when he would wake up, so he just waited boredly.
When he was bored, in addition to being in a daze, he just thought about some messy things. Qin Lang thought of Ye Qian, Yan Han, Lu Yuan, and Ling Liang. Through their different faces, they pieced together and imagined the real appearance of that man.
Just when he was entertaining himself, he was caught off guard and heard a conversation about this dream for the first time.
"I want to take you away, are you willing?" a person asked, with a deep sadness in his tone.
Another person answered cheerfully, "Go? Where are you going? Is it going to XXX? I like the sea of flowers there... Why don't you book a flight today?"
The man was silent for a long time, and said in a soft, invisible voice, "I want to take you out of this world, but I'm afraid that you will disappear. Tell me, what should I do? Qin Lang... "
Qin Lang? ! how come? !
Qin Lang suddenly woke up.
He looked into the clear eyes of Mu Yin who was looking at him.
"Lang Lang, are you dreaming? You're crying." Mu Yin had returned to his youthful appearance. He kissed Qin Lang's eye and comforted him, "Don't be sad, it's just a dream."
Qin Lang slowed down for a while, letting the emotion dissipate every time he woke up from a dream, then frowned slightly, and looked at Mu Yin again and again.
Yes, Qin Lang's pants were wet. Such a shameful thing, of course, the reason is the previous dream.
Of course he couldn't know that the little fox still has the ability to weave dreams, so he just doubted, although this doubt was 80% certain.
But looking at Mu Yin's beautiful and clean face, he couldn't connect him with the beast-like man in his dream last night.
I have to sigh again, the little fox is really good at playing. Knowing that Qin Lang would become angry and angry, he actually returned to the appearance of a soft and well-behaved boy, which made Qin Lang completely lose his temper.
Fortunately, there are two days of vacation, Qin Lang can rest well today.
The two came down for breakfast, oh, or lunch.
The butlers and the servants who were serving them all had strange expressions on their faces. Whether it's looking at Qin Lang or Mu Yin, it's just as strange.
Awesome, Mr. was so brave yesterday and worked hard for hours, but today he looks even more energetic than before.
Awesome, my wife was messed with by her husband for a whole afternoon, and she was able to get out of bed today, which is not an ordinary person's physique.
Qin Lang said that he was so tired that he didn't want to talk at all, let alone explain.
Hehe, you will never guess the truth in your life.
After the meal, Qin Lang's anger was almost gone, and the eyes of the housekeeper and servant were no longer as surprised as before.
Qin Lang remembered what happened yesterday, and then asked: "By the way, Xiaoyin, what happened to you at Jinnuo's party yesterday?"
Mu Yin was pinching Qin Lang's leg, which had regained a little consciousness, and replied, "Jin Nuo gave Yuan Heng and me a glass of wine each, and both glasses have medicine. I drank it, and Yuan Heng also drank it. I drank it. There is little, Yuan Heng drank it all."
Qin Lang snorted coldly, "It's a good plan, if they can succeed. It can humiliate me, ruin Yuanheng's reputation, and make my relationship with Yuanheng worse."
The butler's face also sank, and he said apologetically, "Sir, it's my dereliction of duty, I didn't stay by my wife's side."
Qin Lang waved his hand, "Even if you are there, they will find a reason to take you away, or put medicine in something else. Where's Yuan Heng?"
Mu Yin glanced at Qin Lang's face: "I pinched his pulse, blocked his blood vessels, bleeds from his seven orifices, fainted at the party, and pretended to be poisoned." He added quickly, "But I know you want to Cultivating him, no heavy hand. He will only be in a coma for a day, and he will wake up today."
The housekeeper glanced at Mu Yin in disbelief. The person who assassinated the prince at Jin Nuo's party caused a stir, but it turned out to be Mu Yin!
Qin Lang raised his eyebrows, and the depression caused by yesterday and last night was swept away. I have to say, this little fox is still very smart.
Mu Yin felt Qin Lang's emotions, looked at him with bright eyes, and pushed Qin Lang to the bedroom.
Qin Lang's expression changed almost instantly. The housekeeper also looked at Mu Yin even more incredulously.
No, you still want to squeeze our husband
The housekeeper felt that it was necessary for the kitchen to prepare more ingredients for strengthening the yang and tonifying the kidney in the future.
Mu Yin seemed to be unaware, and said in a tone that he wanted to surprise Qin Lang: "Lang Lang, I have something for you."
Qin Lang and the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.