Chapter 51 - Story of the little coward who contracted the ghost 7

Qin Lang entered the room and brought Lu Yuan a pair of shoes. Qin Lang was a little embarrassed, “I never thought anyone would come to my house so I haven’t prepared…”

Lu Yuan glanced down at the pair of fluffy shoes with black ears. His expression didn’t change and he went straight into the house. His black boots didn’t make a sound on the floor. Qin Lang choked on his words behind him.

If other ghost masters see this scene, most of them will scold Lu Yuan for being arrogant and not understanding the rules. How can a slave dare walk in front of their master? Simply tacking teaching.

Qin Lang turned on the TV, and Lu Yuan was invited to sit on the sofa. Then he went back to his room and changed his clothes, then cooked two bowls of noodles. The original owner’s cooking skills are still good. He has been living alone for a long time so he learned to be self-reliant early on.

Two bowls of noodles were placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Qin Lang dragged a small stool and held one of the bowls. His face turned slightly red, a little embarrassed: “I, I’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow…”

Please don’t despise it, try it, what do you like to eat, is there any food you don’t like. Qin Lang, who rarely communicates with people, was confused about which sentence to say first so he gave up.

He didn’t eat at noon, he was very hungry now. Seeing that Lu Yuan really didn’t mean to do anything, he just ate by himself. After a few bites, he suddenly remembered something. He hesitated to look at Lu Yuan, who was watching an ancient drama. Lu Yuan’s profile is perfect. Qin Lang couldn’t help but take a second glance.

He opened the drawer under the coffee table, took out the needle and pricked his finger. Two drops of blood were dropped into the other bowl of noodles.

The scent of blood immediately attracted Lu Yuan’s attention. He looked at Qin Lang, who was huddled and sitting on the side, looking at him a little embarrassed. Noticing that he was looking at him, Qin Lang pointed to the bowl of noodles, “Forgot to put the seasoning for you. Eat it.”

Lu Yuan’s sitting posture is very upright, even if he eats a bowl of noodles, he is still elegant. Sitting on the small stool, Qin Lang, who was much shorter than Lu Yuan, suddenly felt like a little eunuch crawling at the emperor’s foot. So pathetic!

After eating the noodles, Qin Lang intends to wipe his body then take medicine and go to bed early so he can get back on his feet quickly.

The wound should not touch water so the gauze cannot be undone for the time being. He turned on the hot water and just took off his clothes when he found Lu Yuan standing behind him in the mirror.

He was startled. Looking at Lu Yuan with his arms crossed, he blushed and said: “You…can you go out?”

Lu Yuan unbridledly looked at the little white sheep body that was glowing white. There was an innocent and even magnanimous smile on his lips: “Thank you for your hospitality tonight. Your wounds make it inconvenient to bathe, I’ll help you?”

Qin Lang swallowed. It seems like after Lu Yuan said these, his eyes darkened a bit.

It’s obviously winter, even with the light on, the doors and windows closed, standing in the bathroom naked should still make him feel cold but Qin Lang only felt hot right now. His shrunken body was a little stiff. The tips of his ears already turned red. He raised his head and secretly looked in the mirror. Lu Yuan, who was behind him in the mirror, rolled up his long sleeves and revealed his pale but strong arms. He twisted the cloth and carefully wiped his back.

Lu Yuan gazes fell onto the beautiful butterfly bone, then the white slender and fragile neck. He really wants to ravage it hard, make these places filled with his traces. He spread out the wet cloth in his hand, gently wiping Qin Lang’s waist. The cold hands and the warm body are only separated by a thin piece of cloth. It felt like a gentle caress that made it ambiguous.

Lu Yuan didn’t breathe, so even if his face was only one centimeter away from Qin Lang’s beautiful neck, he would not feel it. Then, Lu Yuan kissed Qin Lang’s beautiful neck, which was like a swan’s neck, as he wished. The delicate touch made Lu Yuan’s eyes curved. He was able to stick to Qin Lang’s thin body.

[Ding, Lu Yuan – Favorability 10, current favorability -79.]

The cold and soft thing on his neck was probably Lu Yuan’s lips. Then the one that was pressed against his thigh through the soft fabric was…

Qin Lang’s body trembled. Shit. Boss, what are you doing? I really didn’t plan to seduce you tonight!

As if scalded by fire, Qin Lang grabbed the bathrobe that was hanging on the shelf and put it on. Leaning on the sink, he looked defensively at Lu Yuan, the lustful lunatic in his eyes. Qin Lang seemed to be frightened, his shoulder shaking slightly and his voice trembling: “You…you go out…”

Lu Yuan smiled evilly. His action of licking his lips is slow and charming, full of lust. Qin Lang’s legs were weak. He secretly swallowed his saliva. Too foul. Want to be OOC.

Lu Yuan smiled and said: “I’m just joking with you.”

Qin Lang unobtrusively glanced down at a certain ghost Lu. Ah, joke? If you have the ability then can you restrain a certain thing from standing up?

Qin Lang saw that he was still not going out, tears welled up in his eyes, aggrieved and scared. He blushed: “Please go out…”

“Master doesn’t have to be afraid, I will not hurt you.” Lu Yuan coaxed softly with a faint smile in his eyes. He passed through the bathroom wall and left Qin Lang’s field of vision.

“Fuck!” Qin Lang rubbed his face, looking at his face in the mirror that has not returned to its normal color. “Tongtong, how many years have he been sleeping?”

The system thinks that the host’s question was a bit boring: “Five hundred years, what about it?”

“Oh my god!” Qin Lang weakly supported himself on the sink. Five years of abstinence from Yan Han in the last world, after the two were together again, he couldn’t even go out for seven days.

He still remembers the most shameful thing when he made breakfast for Yan Han one morning – because of Yan Han’s request of wanting to do it in the kitchen the night before. He wore Yan Han white shirt. The slightly oversized clothes loomed over his little shorts. Young and tempting, the Film Emperor who came out of the bedroom couldn’t take it anymore. He went to Qin Lang’s side, crouched down and enjoyed his breakfast. Qin Lang was not allowed to stop making the real breakfast. Then, just when Qin Lang was dazed, mother Yan came…

The cooking counter covered Yan Han figures and mother Yan also didn’t plan to stay long. She just came to give the keys back to the two little husbands. Yan Han didn’t stop. As one can imagine, at that time, Qin Lang was still talking to mother Yan, on the other hand, he had to accept being juiced. So ashamed! He was a little suspicious when Yan Han’s mother left quickly. It was unusually fast that he was not sure whether or not she saw it.

Qin Lang held his forehead. He sighed after the memory was over. The five year abstinence’s old gong is so cruel and so good at playing. Now it’s five hundred years this time, he felt that he might be dead. Oh no, it’s for sure!

System: “…” Did something strange happen in the mosaic just now?

“Twenty-five, quick, the reward from my last world hasn’t been exchanged yet. Give me a potion that can recover the blood and blue¹Anyone that plays games should know HP and MP. Qin Lang talking about his health, something to help him recover. very fast.” Qin Lang said eagerly.

“Wait a minute, let me see.” The system chews on potato chips, looking through the store information, “Unfortunately, it is out of stock.”

“What?” So in high demand?

“There are too many people who exchange for this kind of thing. It usually takes quite a while to request the out of stock thing to be delivered….” The system was talking and suddenly had an epiphany. He immediately sat up from his lazy posture, “Yi…are you planning to fight with him?”

“Wu…” Qin Lang blushed. No answer.

System with a serious face: “Can not be done. If you are going to have sex with your old gong, you’ll die.”

“….”Do you have to be so terrified?

The system continues, still serious: “Do you know how much your old gong evil qi influence is? You have a Yin physique, if you follow him to have some intimate contact, you’ll likely take in some evil qi. Once or twice won’t kill you but you should know what your old gong is like. Your body will become weaker and weaker and you will die in less than three months.”

Qin Lang thought about when they first met and Lu Yuan licked his wound, after that the evil qi entered his body and he had a high fever. He was so weak that he would fall down from just walking….Suddenly Qin Lang’s face collapsed. How can love without sex life be called a happy life?

“Are you considering dying to continue to develop a deeper relationship with your old gong? I forgot to tell you, this time, the original owner’s wish was to ‘to live under the sun’. Regardless of whether these five words have other meanings, just the word ‘live’ and that idea won’t work. Of course, if you give up this extra task, it also doesn’t matter.” The system tone was a bit underwhelming.

Qin Lang said indifferently: “Talk, there must be other ways.”

“…” The system, who wanted to see the host slumped and wanted to act successful, sighed in frustration. But he firmly refused to admit that his IQ was several grades lower than his host’s. So he pretended that he had expected it long ago, “I knew you would ask me so I already packed it for you. ‘Full set of Ghost Cultivation’, please keep it well. This is a high-level secret book from the cultivation world. It includes a variety of incisive formations and mysterious techniques. If you learn it, you can be a god in this world. The original owner’s small and fresh wish will definitely be fulfilled.”

After the system was finished, his tone rose a little. His whole body exuded an aura of praise.

Qin Lang flipped through the book as thin as a tablet that appeared in his hand. Page after page with no end. The table of contents on the first page clearly marked the categories. As long as his hand touches the category on the table of content, the book will automatically turn to the corresponding page. It’s very cool and full of high-tech atmosphere.

Qin Lang nodded with satisfaction. With the book in hand, he went back to the bedroom, completely forgetting to praise Twenty-five for the things.

The system wipes its face in vicissitudes. He just washed and went to sleep.

Monday, Qin Lang did not ask for leave because of his injury. Instead, he took Lu Yuan to the studio.

His painting is finished. The weather for the past two days weekend is good. After calculating the time and the thickness of the paint he used, it should be dry, but the painting was still fresh like it’s just finished.

“Low-level ghosts.” Lu Yuan, who was watching from the side, suddenly spoke. He doesn’t know if what he said was about what he painted or…something in the painting.

Qin Lang rubbed his ears and worked quietly in the corner, waiting for the professor so he could hand in his homework. After entering the door and seeing his drawings, he never looked up and played games quietly.

The professor of the oil painting department is still very young. His name is Tan Qing, he was quite famous in the country. Not only was he talented, artistically gifted, and handsome, he also had a background. But it was heard that he had a scandal with an entertainment actress recently. The students in the class were also looking forward to it.

Qin Yang and his party were the last to come. When they saw Qin Lang in the far corner, who looked down and played with his mobile phone as if nothing had happened, their expressions were a bit unnatural.

Aware of Qin Yang and the others’ gazes, Qin Lang raised his head and glanced at them. He pursed his lips. His eyes were filled with complex emotions. There was confusion, anger and resentment, but most of it was still disappointment and hurt, and a little struggle.

Several people looked away even more unnaturally. After all, they were just a group of eighteen or nineteen-year-old children. They almost killed their classmates. They even picked themselves clean in front of the police, feeling somewhat guilty and embarrassed.

Qin Lang said nothing, lowered his head again, and waited for the resurrection of his character.

Following Qin Lang’s gaze, Lu Yuan glanced at all those people and said lightly, “They are your friends? They are dying, you won’t help?”

Qin Lang squeezed the phone tightly and did not answer.

“Um? What is this? Can you teach me, master?” Lu Yuan quickly changed the subject. His catchy voice immediately disturbed Qin Lang’s mood.

Lu Yuan bent down slightly, and a few strands of his long black hair fell on Qin Lang’s mobile phone screen. Qin Lang manipulated the character with his hand for a while, and the character under the hair was once again ushered in its death.

Qin Lang didn’t dare to look directly at Lu Yuan’s beautiful eyes. He gently pulled over the empty chair next to him, motioned Lu Yuan to sit down, and then showed him. Lu Yuan stood up straight, and his black hair that had fallen on the screen swept across the back of Qin Lang’s hand holding the phone.

Qin Lang shook his hand. The phone almost fell into the bucket under the easel. That feeling, the feeling of hair brushing the back of his hand, is slightly cool, slightly itchy, and slightly comfortable…

Qin Lang is not good at speaking, lest people think that there are ghosts around him and that he looks like a monster. He approached Lu Yuan a little without a change in expression, the screen could be clearly seen by the other party.

However, as soon as his stand-alone practice session just started, there was a sudden ‘squeak’ beside him. Zhang Ping sat on the chair Lu Yuan was sitting on, straightened his thick eyebrows and whispered, “Qin Lang, I heard Saturday…Are you alright? Didn’t encounter anything strange?”

Seeing the boss stand up gloomily from the chair shared with Zhang Ping, Qin Lang opened his mouth and his eyes were a little dull: “…”

• 1Anyone that plays games should know HP and MP. Qin Lang talking about his health, something to help him recover.