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This is my white tiger.

The moment he heard Yi Ling's words come out of his mouth, An Xuefeng felt that the animalistic nature that had not yet dissipated came up. His temples were swollen and his heartbeat was beating fast. When he came to his senses, he had already thrown Yi Ling to the ground and just used it. The mobile phone that was broadcasting the live broadcast fell to the side, and the camera was filming the roof. Yi Ling seemed to be stunned. The bandage that was not wrapped properly fell apart, revealing his beautiful blue eyes. The snow-white eyelashes seemed to be stuck in An Xuefeng's heart, making his heart numb and itchy.

Not everything can be said carelessly.

An Xuefeng thought to himself.

He has to teach Yi Ling a lesson.

But Yi Zero obviously can't teach him the same way as those newcomers in his SWAT team by stabbing him in the head, and he can't use running circles or fists to make him remember the rules.

Yi Zero has no rules.

"you……"

Before Yi Ling could speak, An Xuefeng took the lead and covered his mouth, leaned down to his ear, and said in a hoarse voice with a sense of danger: "On purpose?"

Of course Yi Zero did it on purpose. On the way to carry the white tiger back, he had a vague feeling. It seemed that when he was approaching An Xuefeng, the visual and auditory hallucinations caused by the loss of SAN were greatly alleviated, and the confused spirit seemed to be relieved by the breeze. A little lighter. If this was because of the special power of the White Tiger, which was enhanced by Tujia beliefs, then it would be a bit strange that Yi Ling could still vaguely feel An Xuefeng's condition after sending him back to the room.

He seemed to be able to feel the white tiger's current situation and also slightly sense some of its emotions. It's as if the two have established some kind of invisible connection. Yi Ling wants to explore it, but this connection is very cunning, vague and unclear.

We have to figure out whether this connection is two-way or one-way, Yi Ling thought. Being able to control An Xuefeng's state can certainly satisfy his stubborn desire for control, but Yi Ling is very double-minded and doesn't want his emotional state to be sensed by An Xuefeng, so many things will not be fun.

So after vaguely sensing that An Xuefeng seemed to be awake, Yi Ling wanted to verify whether his perception was an illusion or real, and also wanted to test An Xuefeng's strength, so he made a plan. An Xuefeng's room is next to the main room. If he wakes up and still has Bai Hu's hearing after returning to his human form, he will definitely be able to hear his voice. Sure enough, as Yi Ling expected, An Xuefeng rushed over quickly, and then, then...

"play me?"

There seemed to be a sneer in An Xuefeng's hoarse words. It was extremely dangerous. The distance between them was too close. An Xuefeng covered his mouth and nose with his big hands, covering most of his face, suppressing his breathing and lungs. Every time the chest relaxes almost anxiously, the breath of An Xuefeng's breath is inhaled, which makes people's adrenaline surge.

This was something he didn't expect.

Yi Ling was a little dizzy and forgot what he wanted to say. The places in contact with An Xuefeng were all hot, as if he had been soaked in hot spring water. All his limbs and bones were soaked in the warm water, which was caused by the pollution of the Salt God. His restless spirit was like soaking in hot spring water. He felt so comfortable and the tight pressure disappeared. It was not an illusion. Something had changed in him after such a close contact. An Xuefeng could really relieve his spirit. .

It was so good. Yi Ling was attacked by this comfortable feeling, and his breathing became rapid. He had never been a person who could restrain himself. Instead of being careful to dodge, he narrowed his eyes slightly and breathed intoxicatedly against the rough skin of An Xuefeng's palm.

And he wasn't the only one who felt this way. An Xuefeng stopped talking at some point. Their faces were very close to each other. An Xuefeng's chin was already pressed against the back of his hand covering Yi Ling's mouth and nose. His black and sharp eyes were darkened, and his hot breath, which was higher than normal human body temperature, was so close that it could brush the white hair on Yi Ling's forehead.

Something is wrong.

An Xuefeng thought that something was wrong with him from the moment he met Yi Ling. The tip of Yi Ling's nose rubbed against his palm, and a burning sensation that had never been experienced even when pierced by a blade gathered in his palm. Penetrating into the limbs and bones, this heat is like magic, sweeping away the accumulated mental stress and garbage. The spirit that is double-polluted by Tujia beliefs and the Salt God seems to have found a haven.

Spirits and souls are intangible things that are inexplicable, but when the hidden wounds and pollution on them are removed, the comfortable and comfortable feeling is hundreds of times more comfortable than healing trauma or massaging. It is the most sensitive spirit. Being touched soothingly.

Very addictive.

An Xuefeng thought to himself, forcing himself to separate from this comfortable feeling, and propped up his body to get up. But it was difficult to leave the hand covering half of Yi Ling's face, because Yi Ling grabbed his wrist, as if he felt that he wanted to get up, and his eyes that were originally a little absent-minded instantly focused on him, locking him firmly, and they were used to caging him. The smile on his eyes disappeared, and Yi Ling looked at him expressionlessly, with undisguised displeasure and desire for control in his ice-like blue eyes.

An Xuefeng was stunned for a moment by Yi Ling's direct gaze, and at this moment, Yi Ling's free hand quickly picked up the phone that had fallen aside, and raised it as if to broadcast their current scene live. There was no time to think about it, and when they came to their senses, they were in their current position - An Xuefeng grasped Yi Ling's wrists with one hand, pressed his arms above his head, and covered Yi Ling's mouth with one hand.

The poor phone fell to the ground again, but no one cared about it. Yi Ling couldn't cause any more trouble, and An Xuefeng couldn't leave either. The two of them just froze. An Xuefeng had a headache. In fact, if Yi Ling wanted to live broadcast, just broadcast it. An Xuefeng wouldn't care about this at all when necessary. He has a strong will and will not be affected by external objects.

This addictive feeling of comfort is dangerous, Yi Zero is dangerous, he should follow his intuition and leave as soon as possible... Does his intuition really want him to leave? Maybe he didn't want the strangers outside, the so-called 'audiences', to see Yi Ling's current appearance. The slightly curly white hair scattered in the quilt, the messy cassock, the open collar, the jade-like neck, the blue eyes with a smug smile, and the bit of cheek flesh that was pushed against the mouth of the big hand that pressed his face, were all in his eyes. The feet stepping on my thighs, and...

In short, it cannot be seen by outside audiences.

It’s too damaging to the image of the Mountain Worship Sect.

An Xuefeng thought to himself, how could there be such a mountain worship guide?

After such a toss, An Xuefeng returned to his senses, and rolled off Yi Ling's body. His hands still controlled him firmly, and he helped him sit up. An Xuefeng was stronger, and Yi Ling, who had failed to resist, stared at him obviously unhappy. If Yi Ling, like him, can feel the kind of pleasure that makes the soul tremble, then his tolerance for pleasure is obviously lower than him, and he is more likely to become addicted and even less likely to regain his sanity. An Xuefeng thought to himself, feeling the breath in his palms getting hotter, as if he was opening his mouth to say something or do something bad.

"I haven't taken a shower since I came back."

An Xuefeng killed the game with one sentence, which made Yi Ling, who was originally angry and evil-minded, want to open his mouth and lick his palm to see An Xuefeng change his face, hesitate. He blinked, then blinked again, his eyes gradually returned to rationality, revealing a kind of panic that doubted life.

"Are you awake?"

An Xuefeng observed the changes in Yi Ling's demeanor intently. When he restrained all his expressions and turned expressionless, he asked tentatively and loosened his hand slightly. Sure enough, Yi Ling also woke up. He didn't say anything. After An Xuefeng let go, he immediately took the initiative to stay away from him and straightened his clothes with a solemn face. An Xuefeng glanced at the finger marks on his face. The moment Yi Ling moved away from him, extremely dark and negative emotions surged in his heart. He wanted to capture him again, and his nerves that were no longer soothed twitched with revenge. It stirred up an unbearable headache, like a withdrawal reaction.

Even with a strong willpower, some things are difficult to endure. An Xuefeng stood up and walked to the edge of the main room, carrying a wooden bucket filled with water. It was still raining outside, there was no wind, it was very damp and cold, but it seemed that there was no uncomfortable feeling of pollution anymore.

Perhaps the pollution that shrouded Zhimata Village has dissipated, but An Xuefeng still held an umbrella, carried a bucket to the patio to fetch water, then carried it back to the main room, found a pot and put it on the fire pit Boil water. During this process, An Xuefeng could feel the eyes on his back. Yi Ling's gaze chased him, like a wild bird wary of people. When An Xuefeng inadvertently looked towards the main room, his gaze disappeared for a moment, and when he lowered his head to fetch water, it fell freely on him again.

Yi Ling was confused, An Xuefeng thought to himself. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He seemed to be able to feel a little bit of Yi Ling's emotions, or maybe it was just an illusion similar to the withdrawal reaction. He hoped it wasn't true, because if he could really feel Yi-rei's mood, then Yi-rei could probably feel his too.

That would be terrible, An Xuefeng thought as he scooped out the boiled clean hot water and handed it to Yi Ling. It would be too bad if all his thoughts were exposed to Yi Zero. He has yet to find out Yi Ling's purpose, his identity, and his strength. Even Wei Xun's situation is still a mystery——

"I'm hungry."

Yi Ling took the water, not to drink it, but to wash his face and hands, very seriously. Crossing the bucket, An Xuefeng handed him a tissue to wipe his face. They seemed to have some estrangement, but also seemed to have an indescribable tacit understanding.

"I haven't had lunch yet, I want something spicy."

When Yi Ling said this, An Xuefeng felt that he had more responsibilities. He returned to the room and took out a bucket of hot and sour pork bone noodles, a braised egg, a small bag of pickled mustard, and a piece of ham from Wang Pengpai's suitcase without waking up Bai Feibai, and then returned to the main room. inside. Wang Pengpai, who was winking and hesitating to speak, was left behind by An Xuefeng in the corridor. The door to the main room is closed, and the hot and sour aroma of instant noodles fills the pot. Braised eggs and ham are tumbling in the noodle soup.

Poached eggs should be better than braised eggs.

An Xuefeng thought to himself, it's a pity that people don't dare to eat the eggs here. He stirred the noodles with chopsticks and put them into a military lunch box filled with hot water for Yi Ling. I ate two compressed biscuits with a little noodle soup. Yi Ling ate happily, and An Xuefeng also ate happily, especially when Yi Ling gave him the piece of ham.

“Will a meat-eating tiger eat starch sausage?”

Yi Ling asked deliberately, the smile returning to his face.

"Wang Pengpai is very talkative, and the ham sausage he brought has a high meat content."

An Xuefeng replied seriously, leaned forward, took the ham sausage away and ate it.

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