67. UGLY PEOPLE REALLY DO MISCHIEF OFTEN.

 

After hearing this, Dong Ling Ce asked, “you Just burned the corpse and killed three people?” Bao Ye nodded.

Dong Ling Ce stared at him for a while, thought for a while and said, “I probably know what’s going on with your face.”

“What?”

“If you do something good, your face will be recover, if you do something bad, your face will change back, if you want your face to get well, you better do more good things than the bad things you did.”

“Is that so?” Bao Ye recalled the first time, after gale, he saved a group of people, so his face was healed, why did his face change back immediately?

He thought about it carefully. Could it be because he didn’t persuade the slaves to avoid the tornado, so many people died in the end?

The more Bao Ye thought about this possibility, the more he got convinced, when the flood came, he rescued a large group of slaves, and made potions to save most of the slaves from the plague, so half of his face healed again, and now because of killing Three people his face got back to ugly again.

Hey, this face is really strange. It must be due to doing a lot of bad things in the previous life to get such retribution. By the way, he now needs to investigate ugly slave’s past carefully.

“You saved so many people before, but only half of your face was healed. If you want to heal your entire face, you must save at least three- or four-times amount of people. After your face is healed, you can no longer do bad things, otherwise you would have to repeat the process.

Bao Ye didn’t care: “It’s okay for a man to be ugly, as long as he’s capable.”

Dong Ling Ce jokingly said, “Aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to find a wife if you’re too ugly?”

Bao Ye snorted softly: “If the other party really likes me, they won’t care about my face. If they do, it means that they don’t really like me, and what’s the use of a wife who doesn’t really like me?” “Then you are destined to have no wife in this life.

Dong Ling Ce returned to the topic: “The melanoma on your face still has a big problem.”

“What’s the problem? ”

“According to my guess, if you do all kinds of bad things, you will not only get sarcoma on your face, but also your neck and body, until you die.”

Bao Ye: “…”

According to what Dong Ling Ce said, if his soul can’t leave this body and he has to stay in this world, he can’t do too many bad things.

Bao Ye wondered, “Why are you so interested in my face?”

Dong Ling Ce rested his right elbow on the back of the seat, supported his head with his palm, and said lazily, “What I’m curious about is why my magic can’t heal your face.”

If even he can’t heal him, no one in this world can heal him.

Bao Ye gave him a speechless glance: “There are so many things in the world you can’t do”

“A lot?” Dong Ling Ce said confidently, “Why do I feel that there are only few Things I can’t do.”

“Can you turn the sky into the ground for slaves to walk on? Can you make all slaves have divine power? Can you reverse the sun and moon? Can you resurrect all ancient gods? Can you violate all the rules of Tiandao? Can you sacrifice yourself to save others?”

After being asked a series of questions, Dong Ling Ce was really overwhelmed.

“You can’t do so many things, but you are interested in my face. I think you have nothing to do.” Seeing the car stop, Bao Ye opened the door and got out of the car.

Dong Ling Ce looked at Bao Ye who walked into the hall swaggeringly, as if it was his own villa, and then looked at Deacon Tao who had been silent all this time.
“Does he still see me as his master?”

Deacon Tao glanced at him from the rearview mirror, and said in his heart: Is it not because of your connivance.

Bao Ye went all the way to the lobby, and went to find Zisang Yanruo.

Zisang Yanruo was very happy to see him. saying “Bao Ye” on the left and “Bao Ye” on the right. But She had neither admiration nor flattery for him, Bao Ye also sees his sister as a friend, Zisang Yanjing couldn’t help but feel relieved, so he doesn’t stop her from interacting with Bao Ye, after all, she has no friends here.

Dong Ling Ce walked in and asked, “The water have receded, why didn’t you go out?”

Zisang Yanjing said, “I’ll go out tomorrow.”

Dong Ling Ce scanned the hall and asked, “Where are your two friends?”

“They have something to do and had to go home, they will come to me after finishing their businesses.”

Zisang Yanjing stood up and signaled Dong Ling Ce to sit outside the French window with his eyes.

After sitting down, Dong Ling Ce asked, “Do you want to ask if I did the flood thing?”

Dong Ling Ce didn’t hide anything: “I did it.”

Zisang Yanjing was worried: “You will be punished for doing this.” The gods of the upper world will regard you as a public enemy.”

“If They have the ability to find out that I did it.” Dong Ling Ce smiled jokingly: “If you have time to worry about me, you might as well worry about yourself.”

Zisang Yanjing thought about his problems, his face sank.

“If you encounter problems that cannot be solved, remember to come to me.”

Zisang Yanjing nodded, “Thank you.”

That night, Dong Ling Ce asked Bao Ye to keep watch for him again.

“If you keep harassing me to sleep like that night, I’ll stop you and let you stand all night.”

Bao Ye retorted: “If you give me a quilt and pillow, will I harass you?”

Dong Ling Ce mocked : “Don’t you have power? can’t you bring them yourself?”

Bao Ye: …

It makes sense, he didn’t think of this before.

He immediately made a big bed exactly like Dong Ling Ce’s in the middle of the room.

Dong Ling Ce saw that the quilt and pillow were the same as him: “I have to wonder who is the master between the two of us.”
Bao Ye ignored his words and threw himself on the bed happily.

He slept on the hard floor for days and was finally able to sleep in bed.

“This bed is so soft and comfortable.”

Bao Ye rolled on the bed, and then somersaulted.

Dong Ling Ce saw him tossing and turning like a monkey, and rolled his eyes on Bao Ye’s ungraceful demeanor: “Ugly people really often do mischief.” Bao Ye quickly said to him: “It’s my clothes that is ugly.”

Dong Ling Ce sneered: “You mean, you are ugly because of your clothes?”

“That is part of the problem. Isn’t there a saying that people rely on clothes, and Buddha depends on gold?” Bao Ye turned around 360 degrees, and the Conjured up a dark blue casual denim outfit.

He then walked from the head of the bed to the end of the bed as if walking a catwalk, put his hands in his trousers, and asked handsomely: “How about it, aren’t I much more handsome?”

Dong Ling raised his eyebrows: “still ugly.”

In fact, after changing clothes, his temperament did change a lot, like a college student who has just walked out of school, exuding a refreshing breath, his face was ugly, but his smile was very cheerful and confident, a little charming.

Bao Ye spat in his hands, wiped his hair, and then combed it neatly with his hands: “How about this?”

Quite handsome excluding his face. But Dong Ling Ce wouldn’t tell him honestly: “It’s ugly and dirty, can you still be a little less disgusting?”

Bao Ye poked his waist and said angrily: “Master Dong Ling, can’t you give some face-saving compliments against your will. A few words?”

Dong Ling Ce hooked his lips: “I don’t know how to fart rainbows against my will, but if you want me to make a tactful insult, I can try.”

“Okay, tell me.”

Dong Ling Ce usually said bluntly that he was ugly, but this time, Bao Ye wanted to hear how he insulted him tactfully.

The smile on the corner of Dong Ling Ce’s mouth deepened: “You have a lot of hemorrhoids on your butt.”

Bao Ye was taken aback, and it took a few seconds before he realized that he compared his face to his butt and the sarcoma to hemorrhoids.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Dong Ling Ce smiled, “Do you think my description fits you well?”

“You still bully me?” Bao Ye jumped up and rushed towards Dong Ling, who was on the opposite bed.

Dong Ling Ce raised his foot and kicked at him: “Your hands and head are full of saliva, don’t get on my bed.”

Bao Ye turned over to avoid the attack, hugged Dong Ling Ce’s pillow, rubbed his head again and again on it: “I not only will get on your bed, but you also will rub against your pillow.”

Dong Ling Ce, grabbed his hair and dragged him to the bathroom, and he rinsed him with water.

“It hurts, master, you hurt me.” Bao Ye yelled loudly, “Ah, you are indecent!”

Leng Zhuo and Zisang Yanjing downstairs looked at each other when they heard the voice from above.

“Indecent? Am I the indecent one now?” Dong Ling Ce was angered to laughter by him, he poured out the shampoo, and rubbed his hair vigorously: “Then I will be indecent.”

Bao Ye shouted again: “I Fuck, it hurts, you hurt me, don’t use so much force, just be gentle, be gentle—”

Downstairs, with a bang, the chess pieces in Leng Zhuo’s hand fell on the chessboard.

Zisang Yanjing coughed uncomfortably: “It’s so intense up here.”

He was shocked by Dong Ling Ce’s taste is… too heavy.

Thinking about that slave’s ugly face, how could Dong Ling Ce do it?

“Look, you’ve ripped off so much hair.” Bao Ye looked at the hair all over the floor with distress, not knowing that his words aroused the endless reverie of the two men downstairs.

He didn’t mean the hair underneath, right?

The two big men immediately imagined that Dong Ling Ce accidentally tearing off a pile of pubic hair while fucking Bao Ye.

Dong Ling Ce washed his hair and dried it with magic power: “Put out your hand and wash it.”

Bao Ye stretched out his hand: “You are such a clean freak.”

“You are unclean. Do you want to do it to your bed?” spread saliva on it?” Dong Ling Ce washed his hands clean and kicked him out of the bathroom.

Bao Ye jumped directly onto Dong Ling Ce’s bed, jumped on it a few times, leaving a few footprints before jumping back to his own bed in satisfaction.

Dong Ling Ce narrowed his eyes.

Guiltily, Bao Ye pulled up the quilt to cover his head: “Sleep, Let’s sleep.”

Sleep? Dong Ling Ce teleported to his bedside, pulled up the sheet and wrapped him up, then casted a barrier spell, and threw him down from the balcony: “Leng Zhuo, throw him into the trash can outside.”

“Yes.” Leng Zhuo picked up the big sheet, and then, a voice came from inside the sheet, frightening Leng Zhuo, causing him to almost threw the sheet away. “Master, I was wrong.”

Dong Ling Ce snorted coldly, turned around and went back to sleep.
Leng Zhuo threw the bed sheet into the big trash can outside the villa: “Next time you serve the master, remember to apply some medicine beforehand, so it won’t hurt so much.”

Bao Ye: “Huh?”

Leng Zhuo left a sweaty Bao Ye behind. went back to sleep.

 

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