Single Dog Ending system

His legs are indeed a little numb, not only numb, it’s also a little itchy, like the itching came from the bones.
He can’t scratch it even if he wants to.

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Qin Lang pursed his lips, he was speechless.
He could only stare complicately at Mu Yin, who seemed to have a thing going as he wanted to look in his eyes.

Mu Yin scooped another spoonful of porridge and brought it to Qin Lang’s mouth, his fox eyes still had a trace of teasing: “Langlang needs to eat more so you can 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, so he was already very sleepy.

Although Mu Yin used the charm fragrance that made him not want to resist physically or mentally, his consciousness was still there.
His pride and his unwillingness to admit defeat, even if Mu Yin made him couldn’t take it anymore, he would never make the slightest sound of begging for mercy.

He has stubbornly taken Mu Yin on directly without fainting, it can be said that he is very strong.

He could still hold on to say a few words to Mu Yin until now.
After dinner, Qin Lang felt that he was also fucking awesome.
He totally didn’t lose face to his people.

Been 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.

Then, not long after Qin Lang lay down, he soon fell asleep.

In the past, every night, because of Qin Lang’s habit, although the two of them used the same quilt to cover and occasionally did intimate things at night, they would each sleep in their own 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 only stuck to Qin Lang honestly.

But Mu Yin, who unlocked the new way tonight, no longer thinks so.

Qin Lang fell asleep but 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.
His lips were a little swollen from the afternoon.

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It was just a simple good night kiss, but the fox demon who had just tasted meat 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, the corner of his mouth slanted into a smirk.

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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 him in the picture Mu Yin painted for him.

Qin Lang narrowed his eyes slightly.
His husband actually did the same trick again, pulling him into a dream.
Isn’t it enough for the whole afternoon? A five hundred years virgin really can’t be offended, can’t be offended.
Goodbye goodbye!

Qin Lang wanted to slip away, but he just remembered something.
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 original owner’s dream, he must have dreamed of being able to walk too, so there is no need to pretend and make a fuss.

There is a bluestone path in the bamboo forest.
Qin Lang has been walking along this road.
There is green bamboo on both sides of the road.
The quiet environment makes life free from worries.

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 past the eight bells, the crisp and pleasant bells and the rustling sound of bamboo leaves being blown by the wind naturally mixed creating a unique song, which is refreshing.

With such a harmonious and beautiful scene and timing, the protagonist finally appeared.

When Qin Lang came back to his senses, Mu Yin had already started playing the guqin on the stone table in the pavilion.
The sound of the guqin is melodious mellow, gracefully recounting the yearning love.

He was wearing the same white clothes as Qin Lang, but he was dressed very casually.
His clothes are more than half open, revealing his strong chest.
There are also some fresh marks on his chest – sexy love bite.

Qin Lang deliberately made it when he was doing it with him, so as not to be outdone.

He’s clearly showing it to him on purpose now.

Mu Yin raised his eyebrows and looked at him, silently inviting him.

Qin Lang secretly swallows.

Then he was pressed on the stone table on which the guqin was placed, then the wooden pillars of the octagonal pavilion, and then on the bamboo leaves that were strangely piled up in a thick layer in the bamboo forest…

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Qin Lang couldn’t help but wonder if Mu Yin was thinking about these scenes 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 expensive.
Don’t ask him why! He doesn’t know anything!

Mu Yin was not so crazy as to tossed for an afternoon and a whole night, he soon let him go in the middle of the night.

Qin Lang breathed a sigh of relief.
Even dreaming is really exhausting, he is so miserable.

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.
Though he can’t see clearly all the time, he can hear some voices vaguely.
But everything seems as if it was covered with a layer of veil, so he can’t see or hear it clearly.

Qin Lang, like a spectator, found a place to stay by himself, and then looked at the images that he still couldn’t see clearly.

It’s not really surprising.
When he reads novels, he always dreams of some scenes that he imagined through the words, there are all kinds of weird things.

A situation like Qin Lang where they occasionally have the same dream for several years- with a few years in the real world, people will have things they thought about too.
Anything that one cares about, that one misses, that one hate would still exist in their 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 about.
Moreover, every time he had this vague dream, he would wake up and find out that he had cried.
The moment he wakes up, he is unable to make head or tail of it but he affirmatively doesn’t believe in love.

He guesses 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 with the 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 appearance, he pieced them together and imagined the real appearance of that man.

Just when he was amusing himself with the fun, he was caught off guard when he heard a conversation from 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 we going? Are we going to XXX? I like the sea of ​​flowers there…Why don’t we book a ticket today?”

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The man was silent for a long time, then said in a soft, almost inaudible 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 is this possible?!

Qin Lang suddenly woke up.

He looked into Mu Yin’s clear eyes, which were looking at him.

“Langlang, did you have a dream? 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 was sluggish for a moment, feeling that emotion dissipate every time he woke up from that dream.
Then he frowned slightly, and looked at Mu Yin again and again.

That’s right, Qin Lang’s pants were wet.
Such a shameful thing, of course, the reason is because of the previous dream.

Of course he didn’t know that the little fox also has the ability to weave dreams, so he just doubted, although this doubt was 80% certain.

But looking at Mu Yin’s beautiful and innocent face, he couldn’t connect him with the beast-like man in his dream last night.

He had to sigh again, the little fox is really good at playing.
Knowing that Qin Lang would become angry, he actually returned to the appearance of a soft and well-behaved boy, which made Qin Lang completely lose his anger.

Fortunately, it is a two days break so 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.

Fucking awesome, the master was so brave yesterday and worked hard for hours, and today he looks even more energetic than before.

Fucking awesome, madam was messed with by master for a whole afternoon, and he was still able to get out of bed today, which show that he doesn’t have an ordinary person’s physique.

Qin Lang was so tired that he didn’t even want to talk, let alone explain.

Hehe, you will never guess the truth in your life.

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After the meal, Qin Lang’s anger was almost gone.
The butler and servants’ eyes were no longer as surprised as before.

Qin Lang remembered what happened yesterday, and then asked: “By the way, Xiao Yin, what happened to you at Jin Nuo’s party yesterday?”

Mu Yin was massaging Qin Lang’s leg, which had regained a little feeling, 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 a little of it but Yuan Heng drank it all.”

Qin Lang snorted coldly, “It’s a good plan.
If it succeeds, it can humiliate me, ruin Yuan Heng’s reputation, and make my relationship with Yuan Heng worse.”

The butler’s face also sank, he said apologetically, “Sir, it’s my dereliction of duty, I didn’t stay by madam side.”

Qin Lang waved his hand, “Even if you were there, they would find a reason to make you go away, or put medicine in something else.
What about Yuan Heng?”

Mu Yin glanced at Qin Lang’s face: “I pressed his acupuncture, blocking his blood vessel, making bled from his seven orifices and fainted at the party, then pretended it was poisoned.” He added quickly, “But I know you want to cultivate him, so I didn’t use a heavy hand.
He will only be in a coma for a day, he will wake up today.”

The butler glanced at Mu Yin in disbelief.
The person who assassinated the prince at Jin Nuo party, which caused a big uproar, now turned out to be Mu Yin!

Qin Lang raised his eyebrows, the depression from yesterday and last night was swept away.
He has to say, this little fox is still very smart.

Mu Yin felt Qin Lang’s emotions.
He looked at him with bright eyes, and pushed Qin Lang to the bedroom.

Qin Lang’s expression changed almost instantly.
The butler also looked at Mu Yin even more incredulously.

No, does he still want to squeeze Master out?

The butler felt that it was necessary for the kitchen to prepare more ingredients for strengthening yang and nourishing the kidney in the future.

Mu Yin seemed to be unaware, and said in a tone like he wanted to surprise Qin Lang: “Langlang, I have something for you.”

Qin Lang and the butler breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

T/N: No!!! Qin Lang tell me about why you can’t look at the flute the same anymore! Don’t say you don’t know!