Number One Ugly Husband

Chapter 067

After hearing this, Dong Ling Ce asked, "Just burned the corpse and killed three people?"

Baoye 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 happened?"

"If you do good things, your face will be cured. If you do bad things, your face will change back. If you want your face to get better again, you have to do more good things than the bad things you did."

"Is that so?" Bao Ye recalled the first time, after the storm, he saved a group of people, so his face recovered, but why did his face change back immediately?

He thought about it carefully. Could it be that when he said that the tornado was coming, he didn't persuade the slaves to avoid the tornado, so many people died in the end?

The more Baoye thought about this possibility, the more the flood came later, 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 The human face grew sarcoid 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, the ugly slave like himself needs to be investigated carefully.

"You saved so many people before, and only half of your face is healed. If you want to restore your entire face, you must save at least three or four people in the city. After your face is healed, you can no longer do bad things, otherwise you have to save more people. people."

Bao Ye didn't care: "It doesn't matter if a man is ugly, as long as he is 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, she won't care about my face. If she cares, it means that she doesn't really like me, and what's the use of a wife who doesn't really like me, right?"

¨Then you are doomed to have no wife in this life. Tang Ling returned to the topic: "The melanoma on your face still has a big problem." "

"what is the problem?"

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

Bao Ye: "..."

According to the good and bad development of sarcoma, it is really possible to do what Dong Ling Ce said. Then, if the soul does not take the initiative to leave this body, and he still wants to stay in this world, he can't do too many bad things. .

Bao Ye was surprised: "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 magical power can't heal your face?"

If even he can't heal his face, no one in this world can heal him.

Bao Ye gave him a speechless look: "There are so many things you can't do, so why don't you have to find out why?"

"A lot?" Dong Ling Ce said confidently, "Why do I feel that there are few things in this world that I can't do."

"Can you turn the sky into the ground for slaves to walk on? Can you make all slaves possess divine power? Can you reverse the sun and moon? Can you resurrect all the ancient gods? Can you violate all the rules of heaven? You Can you sacrifice yourself to save others?"

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

"You don'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 Bao Ye from 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 thought, "It's not because of your connivance."

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

Zi Sang Yanruo was very happy to see him. He said "Bao Ye" on the left and "Bao Ye" on the right. She has neither admiration nor flattery for his concubines, but simply treats his sister as a friend, so she can't help but feel relieved, and doesn't stop her from interacting with slaves, after all, she has no friends here.

Dong Lingce walked in and asked, "The water receded today, why don't you go out?"

Zisang Yanjing said, "Let's go out tomorrow."

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

"They have something to go home and come to me after the water recedes."

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

Dong Ling Ce sat down and asked, "Do you want to ask if I did the flood thing?"

Dong Ling Ce didn't hide anything: "I did it."

Zisang Yanjing worried: "If you do this, you will be regarded as a public enemy by the gods of the world."

"If they have the ability to find out that I did it." Dong Lingce smiled jokingly: "If you have time to worry about me, why not worry about yourself."

Zisang Yanjing's face darkened when he thought about him.

"If you encounter a problem that you can't solve, remember to come to me."

Ziyan Sangjing nodded: "Thank you."

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

"If you keep harassing me to sleep again like that night, I will 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 sneered: "Aren't you supernatural? You can't change yourself?"

Bao Ye: ...

It makes sense, he hadn't thought of this before.

He immediately transformed into a big bed exactly like Dong Ling Ce 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 of the two of us."

Baoye 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 Lingce saw him tossing and turning like a monkey, and rolled his eyes like Bao Ye did not gracefully: "Ugly people often do mischief."

Bao Ye quickly yelled at him: "It's ugly and I hate wearing it."

Dong Ling Ce sneered: "You mean you look ugly because of your clothes?"

"This is part of the problem. Isn't there a saying that people depend on clothes, and Buddha depends on gold clothes?" Baoye turned around 360 degrees, and a dark blue casual denim outfit appeared on his body.

He pulled his clothes, walked from the head of the bed to the end of the bed as if he was walking a catwalk, put his hands in his trousers, and asked handsomely, "How is it that you are much more handsome?"

Dong Ling raised his eyebrows: "It's still ugly."

In fact, after changing a set of clothes, my temperament has changed a lot, like a college student who just walked out of school, exuding a refreshing breath, ugly face is a bit ugly, but the smile is very cheerful and confident, which has a little charm.

Bao Ye spit into his hand, wiped it on Liu Hai, and then combed it neatly with his hands: "How about this?"

Regardless of the face, he is quite handsome.But Dong Ling Ce wouldn't tell him honestly: "It's ugly and dirty, can you still be a little more disgusting?"

Baoye put his waist in annoyance and said, "Master Dongling, can't you give me a few compliments against your will?"

Dong Lingce curled his lips: "I don't know how to boast against my will, but if you want me to make a tactful insult, I can try."

"Okay, tell me."

Dong Ling Ce usually bluntly said 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 stunned for a moment, and it took several seconds to realize 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?"

"Dang Ling Ce, look at the trick." Bao Ye jumped up and rushed towards Dong Ling Ce who was on the opposite bed.

Dong Ling Ce raised his foot and kicked at him: "Your hands and head are drool, you are not allowed to go to my bed."

Bao Ye turned over to avoid the attack, hugged Dong Ling Ce's pillow, and rubbed his head again and again: "I not only want to get on your bed, but I also want to rub your pillow."

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

"It hurts, it hurts, master, you hurt me." Baoye yelled, "Ah, one by one, molestation!"

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

"Indecent? Do I need to molest you?" Dong Ling Ce was laughed at by him, poured out the shampoo, and rubbed his hair vigorously: "I'm fine if you don't indecent."

Baoye yelled again: "Fuck, it hurts, you hurt me, don't push so hard, just be gentle, be gentle one by one"

Downstairs, with a bang, the chess piece in Leng Zhuo's hand fell on the board.

Zi Sang Yanjing coughed uncomfortably: "It's so intense up here."

It's just that 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.

Mao doesn't mean the hair underneath, right?

The two big men immediately imagined that Dong Ling Ce accidentally tore off a pile of hair while masturbating to 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 really a clean freak."

"Are you unclean? Do you want me to get a pile of saliva on your bed?" Dong Ling Ce washed his hands 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.

Guiltyly, Baoye pulled up the quilt to cover his head: "Sleep and sleep."

sleeping, right?Dong Ling Ce teleported to his bedside, pulled up the sheet and wrapped him up, then fixed him with a barrier, 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, so frightened that Leng Zhuo almost threw the sheet away.

"Master, I was wrong."

Dong Ling Ce snorted coldly, turned around and went back to his room to sleep.

Leng Zhuo threw the bed sheet into the big trash can outside the villa: "Next time I serve the master, remember to apply some medicine beforehand, it won't hurt so much."

Baoye: "Huh?"

Leng Zhuo left the sweaty Baoye back to sleep.