Chapter 173

Oh no.

Abe Qingming sat in the broken jade, the bat fan in his hand slightly covered his lips, looked at the King of Macang Ye here, and then looked at Ao Ling over there.

The ragged and scarred Onmyoji smiled, his eyes slightly open, and his black eyes showed a solemn and determined look.

The youkai he held his hands was stunned—or more appropriately, bewildered.

Abe Qingming carefully observed Ao Ling's expression, but he couldn't see any other emotions from that confused face.

There seemed to be no more thought than shock.

Such a reaction is not surprising to the king of the leaves of Amakura.

In fact, if Ao Ling blushed because he said this, or had some other reaction, it would be abnormal.

After all, it's no secret that someone has low emotional intelligence and a tendon in his head.

King Macang Ye has long been used to it.

Seeing that Ao Ling seemed to have some intention to come back to his senses, in order to avoid an irreparable tragedy - for example, being bluntly rejected by a monster who was too upright to do it, King Macang Ye made a very neat preemptive strike.

He clenched Ao Ling's warm hands and said in a calm tone, "You know, I don't want to be separated from you at all if I can. ”

Ao Ling, who finally came back to his senses and was about to have an in-depth exchange with a friend who said something strange, was beaten into a state of confusion again after hearing this.

He looked at King Macang Ye in a daze, and after a long time, Ao Ling reacted, King Macang Ye's words sounded extremely ambiguous, and it seemed to be said in response to his ability to block those external evil qi and evil thoughts for him.

After thinking of this, although he still felt a little wrong, Ao Ling still breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I haven't seen you for more than ten years, King Ye, how can you ...... when you speak" Ao Ling paused, thinking for a while, but he still couldn't find the right words from his exhausted mind.

King Macang Ye looked at Ao Ling, who was stuck talking, and seemed to be a little stunned.

"It's only been ten years?" He sighed in a low voice, "-I thought I should have survived hell for a hundred years." ”

Ao Ling opened his mouth, smelling the hot fishy smell blowing from the hell in the east, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

He is not the one who spends his days in hell.

Even he couldn't empathize with what King Asakura Ha had experienced.

Comfort and apology are of no use in the face of substantial harm.

Ao Ling lowered his eyes along the embarrassed body of King Macang Ye, and his gaze swept over his gradually recovered body—even the pure white hunting clothes, which also recovered little by little.

The white color of those gradually healing scars was like a hideous reptile on the skin, stabbing Ao Ling's eyes with pain.

Onmyoji felt that the time he had spent in his concept was much longer than the time he had actually spent.

And during this long period of time, the obsession he insisted on was not blurred, but was depicted more and more deeply in his heart.

King Macang Ye lowered his eyes, slowly broke Ao Ling's hand into a fist, and rubbed it again.

"Tell me about what has happened over the years, Ling." He said, looking at the soul jade that had not been taken off from Ao Ling's neck, his eyes revealing satisfaction.

Ao Ling didn't think about this soul jade at all, and in fact, he couldn't continue to give the Macang Ye King a real-time live broadcast.

He only felt that when he was experiencing the cruel punishments of hell, King Ye definitely didn't have the time to pay attention to the affairs on his side.

Ao Ling sorted out the things that had happened in the past few years, picked out those impressive, light-hearted things, and cheered up and talked to King Macang Ye.

The wounded Onmyoji listened with a smile on his face.

He could sense Ao Ling's intentions, and he could feel Ao Ling's desire for him to be happy—but in fact, in a place like hell, it was already a precious thing to be able to be as it is now, not to be disturbed by evil thoughts, not to be invaded by miasma.

The black-haired youkai gestured to what he was saying, with a happy smile on his face, but his eyes occasionally aimed at the onmyoji in front of him with some caution.

The Onmyoji, who was under his undivided attention, looked very pleasant—even a hint of blood appeared on his pale face.

Sensing this, Ao Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

King Macang Ye hugged Ao Ling's sweeping tail into his arms.

He can understand that in the past few years, if he can't remember him in Ao Ling's heart, and always think about what he said before, there is a good chance that this one-tendon monster will always regard him as a close friend.

And he doesn't just want to be a best friend now.

The Onmyoji hugged the monster's soft big tail, listening to the other party's chatter about what had happened over the years, and began to think seriously in his mind, what should be done to pry loose Ao Ling's brain hole that is comparable to the first man in the universe.