C3 Stay in the Inn

Hengzhi was Ling Mochen's calligraphy.

After reciting dozens of times, Ling Mochen was once again entangled by his junior and stopped in his tracks. His gaze once again fell on Gong Loujue's face, which was an extremely good face, with every frown and smile, it was hard to not be moved. Ling Mochen, who was usually reserved, was sometimes unable to withstand his junior's pestering. For example, at this moment …

"Hengzhi, apply the medicine first!"

"Thank you."

Ling Mochen took the ointment from Gong Loujue's hand and put it into his sleeve.

"Let me help you!"

"No need."

Gong Loujue wanted to say something, but was preempted by Ling Mochen, "Let me ask you, why are you here?"

"Sneaking out." Naturally, Gong Loujue then put his lips next to Ling Mochen's ear and added: "I came because I was worried that Hengzhi would not be able to deal with the Hua Kun alone." After saying that, he put his elbow on Ling Mochen's shoulder, tilted his head and rubbed Ling Mochen's neck, as if he was relying on something.

Ling Mochen did not push him away this time. Even though he was leaning on himself, his steps were still as steady as before, but when he heard the words "can't deal with that Hua Kun", he turned his head to look at Gong Loujue. He thought that although the Hua Kun was strong and had not formed its momentum yet, even if he did not come, Hengzhi would be able to subdue it.

Thinking about this, Gong Loujue immediately smiled apologetically, "Yes, yes …" Hengzhi was the strongest! It is our strongest and most outstanding Exorcist! How could it not handle that little Hua Kun! "

Gong Loujue knew that his family's Eldest Martial Brother could be indifferent to other matters, but he could not bear to be said to be "unable to deal with monsters" the most. He quickly nodded his head, bowed, and fawned over them.

How could Ling Mochen not hear his junior's flattery? To say that the strongest and most powerful Exorcist was his master, he felt extremely warm inside. He secretly glanced at the people beside him and saw that beautiful face of his.

He remembered that when he first met him, it was in the middle of a snowstorm...

At that time, Gong Loujue, dressed in a moon-white luxurious robe, leisurely walked over. For a moment, he looked just like a beautiful lady in a painting.

Even though the person in front of him was unparalleled in appearance, his soul-stirring eyes made Ling Mochen feel inexplicably disgusted. He glared at Liu Tie and wished that he could pull out his sword and fight with him. Gong Loujue, on the other hand, did not seem to be aware of this. He smiled humbly and went up to pay his respects, calling Eldest Martial Brother with a sweet voice and clear eyes. Ling Mochen could only snort coldly before turning around and leaving.

How did it change for him?

Because Ling Mochen disliked him, he would always target him at all times. Some were cold words or deliberately make things difficult for him, while the other side was thick-skinned and had a smile on his face.

Gradually, Ling Mochen felt that he was really out of his league back then. How could he make things difficult for Fang Xingjian just because he had a pair of eyes that he hated the most?

So, trying to live in peace with him, she actually felt that he was doing well in everything except sticking to his personality and acting shamelessly, even looking at his eyes was much more pleasing.

"Hengzhi, what are you thinking? Why are you so engrossed in it?"

An enlarged handsome face suddenly appeared in front of him, curiously sizing him up. Ling Mochen immediately came back to his senses, turned his eyes away and said indifferently, "It's nothing."

At this time, he had already arrived in front of the ruins of the Star Gazing Tower. He pointed to the mountainous pile of broken stones and said, "The Soul Lamp has already been destroyed. I believe the wick is still there. With that, he turned around and left.

When Gong Loujue heard this, he obviously wanted to say something different. He immediately grabbed Ling Mochen's sleeve and hugged his waist from behind.

Even though he had been so close to Gong Loujue many times, Ling Mochen still felt his body stiffen. Soon after, a warm breath came to his ear with that unique low voice, "Then what about Hengzhi? Are you going to leave me alone again? This time, I've sneaked out to find you. What if something happens to me? You can't leave! "

The whisper of a lover made Ling Mochen frown. He said helplessly, "I'm just going to see if there are any trapped villagers in the sea." Feeling his arms still tightly wrapped around his waist, Ling Mochen patted the back of his hand and added: "…" "I'll be back soon."

Only then did Gong Loujue reluctantly let go of Ling Mochen and obediently went to look for the lamp wick. When all eight lamp wick were found, Ling Mochen appeared beside him as expected.

"Hengzhi, you're back! Let's go! " Gong Loujue's left hand held the lamp wick while his right hand went to lead Ling Mochen, pulling him straight to the south.

"Where to?" Ling Mochen originally wanted to take him on a sword and return to Bailing Mountain. This time, he was taking advantage of the fact that his master had gone into seclusion and had gone against the sect rules, so how could he stay outside?

"To the inn. When I came here, I found a place to rest. I'll take you there."

"No need, we have to return as soon as possible." As Ling Mochen said this, he stopped and unsheathed the sword Dragon-scale Sword that was with him. Suddenly, a cold sword light shot out and half of it was pulled out by Gong Loujue, which he pushed back into the sword sheath with a "clang".

"What are you doing?" Ling Mochen looked at Gong Loujue with a puzzled expression, while Gong Loujue looked at him with a wronged expression. His watery eyes sparkled as he said, "Liu Tie, ride your sword at night. The cold wind is bone-piercing. It's too cold."

"You're right behind me."

Gong Loujue still shook his head. His gaze slid down Ling Mochen's neck, secretly praising him in his heart. What a great wet seduction diagram! The white clothes were completely wet and stuck to his tough body. The wet clothes gave off an alluring aura that caused people to be unable to help but get closer. Gong Loujue swallowed his saliva and said hoarsely:

"Hengzhi, I'm afraid that you'll freeze. Look, your entire body is drenched …" "Besides, it would be rude to be seen by a fellow sect member …" As he said that, he boldly touched his moist chest, and his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally traced that small protrusion. However, he didn't linger and quickly patted Ling Mochen's shoulder.

A small numbing sensation came from his chest, startling Ling Mo as he took a step back, slapping away the disorderly hand on his shoulder with his palm.

"What's wrong?" Gong Loujue blinked and then walked up to him again. He stared at him curiously with a puzzled expression.

"..." "Nothing." Ling Mochen coughed to hide his embarrassment.

"Then senior brother, please come with me! I brought you some clothes from the inn. "

Ling Mochen lowered his head to look at his torn lower part of his white robe. He was embarrassed from being drenched from head to toe, so he agreed and followed behind Gong Loujue.

Gong Loujue naturally pulled Ling Mochen's wrist into his arms, walking briskly. Remembering the "unintentional" reaction of Ling Mochen and his "unintentional" move, Gong Loujue squinted happily, his eyes and tail lengthening like a stolen fox, almost licking his lips and wagging his tail.

Not long after, they arrived in front of an inn. At this moment, the business had already closed. Gong Loujue pointed at the wall beside them and brought Ling Mochen inside.

"…" This was Ling Mochen's first time climbing over a wall. On this moonless night, he felt like a thief and unnaturally straightened his clothes.

Gong Loujue pushed open a room and pulled Ling Mochen inside. He closed the door with a bang and moved as fast as lightning, as if he was afraid that someone would catch him. If the two of them were not men, then there would be people inside who would think that they were having an affair.

Ling Mochen was speechless for a while, but when he entered the room, his eyes lit up. The room was brightly lit with candles, the warm yellow candle softly enveloped the entire body, making people feel comfortable. The furniture was all exquisite and elegant, there was a three-legged cauldron with a carved edge, a burning incense in the cauldron, a fresh nose, and a screen in the corner of the room.

Ling Mochen couldn't help but walk closer to take a look. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and turned around to leave the screen far away, but his ears were completely red.

Although he had only taken a glance, the scene on the screen was firmly reflected in his mind. Amidst the leaves of the purple flowers, the slender bodies of two men dressed in revealing clothing were entangled together. The one above was looking intoxicated, and was licking the other's collarbone; the one who was receiving them had blurred eyes, and a joyful yet painful expression on his face. His bare legs were tightly holding onto the person's lean waist, and even though the two of them were covered by a layer of white gauze, it was not clear what scenery was beneath the white gauze, but the posture was …

This... Just where did this foolish junior bring him? Could it be the young servant's house? But if it was a waiter, why was it so quiet at night?

"Ah!" Gong Loujue exclaimed and praised the painting on the screen, "I wonder which painter's masterpiece this is. It's vividly drawn and vivid." Saying so, he caressed it with his finger and guessed:

"This painting brush must be made of thin wolf hair."

"…"

Seeing Ling Mochen's stern face, Gong Loujue smiled and said:

"Hengzhi, I don't know either... "This screen actually drew this picture …"