C Language Cultivation

The pointer snorted.

Lin Xun stared at it.

While looking at each other, he wanted to talk to Lin Kexin.

The realm of the devil and the human world are like the relationship between a ship in the ocean and the sea.

The monsters have been on the periphery of the world, trying to seize the opportunity to occupy the human world. When the wooden boards on the bottom of the ship have cracks and seawater seeps in, they will get a chance to attack and infect normal humans.

Lin Xun wondered.

With so much water in the sea, is it not enough for them to toss themselves? Must attack the human world-he often has such doubts when watching some disaster movies. And the motives of the villains are often explained in this way-they have something to get from this world.

Lin Xun did not know exactly what it was, but according to his observations, he was a fire point for the monster, so that thing, about 60% of the possibility, had something to do with himself-what is the relationship, he I don’t know, I will know someday.

And the other people in the Immortal Realm-they have cultivation behaviors, can deal with monsters that mortals can’t deal with, is it equivalent to a ship repairman?

But the repairman’s strength is limited, they also need a magical captain who can solve all problems. The captain still doesn’t know who it is. It’s not a pointer anyway. That’s funny.

As I was thinking, the pointer “meowed” with a bad voice.

The distraction was found.

Lin Xun rubbed his head: “Not angry, not angry.”

The pointer lay down on his chest.

He closed his eyes.

——Then, I lay down for forty minutes without any drowsiness, and was still very anxious.

After serious thoughts, he combined the security and architecture claims, slowly picked up the phone, and sent three words to Dongjun.

“Can’t sleep.”

It didn’t take long for the screen to light up.

Dongjun: Come here.

Lin Xun passed by holding the cat, and felt that he really looked like the one being kept.

After passing through a corridor with handrails, he took the pointer and knocked on the door-then he looked down at the frame of the pointer.

Just listen to Dongjun Road inside: “Come in.”

The layout of Dongjun’s room is similar to that of his room, and the difference between the main and the secondary is not visible, but the style is more cold, and the contrast between black and white is sharp.

In this cold, cold breath, Lin Xun rubbed his eyes.

After rubbing and lowering his fingers, he was surprised.

Why do I get sleepy as soon as I enter here?

He just vowed to say he was not sleepy just now.

Dong Jun didn’t seem to be going to sleep either. He looked up from behind the computer screen and raised his eyebrows after seeing Lin Xun rubbing his eyes: “Recognize the bed?”

“No,” Lin Xun denied, “I wasn’t sleepy just now.”

Dongjun smiled, his eyes slightly bent.

This person is used to wearing glasses when facing the computer. At this time, with a gentle smile, the whole person is gentle and harmless, and beautiful as the moon in the sky.

Under the cold white light, it seems like a fragile dangerous product, delicate and clear.

Lin Xun suddenly felt that the male **** was still a male god, and Wang Jingan and Zhao Jian were all nonsense.

At this point the pointer jumped to his table and meowed.

A simple “meow”.

Dongjun: “The pointer says you didn’t sleep well.”

Lin Xun: “Do you know that deer are horses?”

Dongjun ticked his lips: “I don’t know.”

Lin Xun moved silently to his desk: “Can I tell you that idea now?”

“No.” Dongjun said: “You are sleeping here, I watch.”

Lin Xun: “…”

He now suspects that Dongjun’s family has a monitoring system, detects that he has made several calls, and then is anxious in the room, that is, he does not sleep.

He continued to bury himself silently in the quilt: “Is that so?”

Dongjun: “Now you can close your eyes.”

Lin Xun closed his eyes.

Probably due to the function of the intelligent control system, the light gradually weakened, and the room fell into a dim darkness.

In the silence, the sound of Dongjun’s typing on the keyboard occasionally sounded, very light and brittle, like spring rain hitting the eaves of an old house-Lin Xun didn’t know why this association occurred.

In such a voice, he actually felt a kind of long-lost, peaceful, lazy sleepiness.

He couldn’t remember how long it had been before. As if in the evenings during the past few years, either you forced yourself to fall asleep after the bedtime arrived, or because you stayed up too late and fell asleep under intense physical distress.

But Dongjun let him sleep and he would sleep. Isn’t this a loss of face?

He opened his eyes again, staring at Dongjun without looking at anything else.

stare.

After five minutes, Dongjun stared at him. There was a smile in my eyes-the kind of smile I wanted to find something.

Lin Xun wriggled towards the bed: “You can’t be double-labeled, you also come up.”

The light went out and Dongjun came up.

His breath changed, not a cold fragrance, but a shower gel—a little sweet, like the one in the guest room.

Lin Xun looked at him.

The light was dim, and he could only see the man’s beautiful silhouette and thick eyelashes.

A distant familiarity, as if from a dream.

Ghostly, he reached out and touched.

Dongjun took his hand and kissed him a long kiss.

Lin Xun whispered: “I am like a crawler now.”

Dongjun smiled: “I called you out.”

Lin Xun: “That’s the same.”

Dongjun’s fingers passed through his hair, pressing his entire body in his direction.

Lin Xun heard him whispering in his ear: “You are my boyfriend now.”

Lin Xun: “Really.”

Dongjun didn’t speak.

The perfunctory person, Renheng perfunctory, just when Lin Xun thought he was about to get perfunctory from the male god, he heard Dongjun say two words.

A slightly dumb voice rang in his ears, and at that moment his brain was blank for three seconds. Only after three seconds did he reflect what Dongjun said.

He said, “Baby.”

Lin Xun couldn’t do it at that time.

It’s such a thing he can’t parry.

He has been away from his loved ones for a long time, he feels that he has been alone for a long time.

Therefore, he couldn’t bear someone being kind to him in this intimate way, just like the hand that stretched out to test his body temperature when he woke up in his dream today.

He lowered his eyes and leaned towards Dongjun.

A very close distance.

He found that when he got along with Dongjun, it was more natural when he didn’t talk than when he didn’t have anything to talk about—perhaps the word “talk” was originally insulated from the words “programmer”.

For example, now, gently pulled his hand. No one spoke, but it seemed that they could go on like this. One day, one night, many years, it will last forever.

Maybe, it doesn’t need much communication.

Lin Xun: “Now I am going to sleep.”

“Good night.” Dongjun said.

After a second, I added another sentence: “Baby.”

Lin Xun pulled the quilt to cover his face.

“Good night,” he sullenly, “male god.”

A rustling sound sounded, and he knew that the pointer fell asleep next to the pillow.

Perhaps the pointer means safety and will not be intruded by monsters.

What does Dongjun mean?

Closing his eyes, Lin Xun thought that he would find it difficult to adapt to sharing a bed with someone for the first time, but after a minute, that rare tranquility surrounded him again.

——He just slept like this.

One night without dreams, when he woke up, he felt as if he had been alive again, maybe he had already risen to immortality.

Even, he felt his IQ reached a peak due to deep sleep.

“I want to introduce a method similar to chaos control, but neither open loop nor closed loop, maybe a combination of the two, a random perturbation term, and by observing its transmission process, we can get a terrible message If it can be extracted, the modeling process will be simplified, and there are also extraction methods. The Gavid method only needs to be improved,” Lin Xun sat on the bed under the quilt. Inspiration, “It’s just an idea, but I don’t know where to use it, how to use it.”

Dongjun buttoned the last button of his shirt. In the morning light, he gave Lin Xun a deep look.

“I know.” Lin Xun heard him.

Lin Xun looked up at him.

At this moment, he understood Wang Jingjian’s remarks, and was convinced that he had a double satisfaction in spirit and spirit.