Tomb Robber: Is it hard to be fair and become Bai Yueguang? !

(I’m sorry! I’ve been tripped up by men these past few days, and it’s been resolved now. I’m here to beg you for forgiveness!)

One month later——

"In the restaurant outside the bamboo forest, there are reports of life and death outside the customs~"

Bai Magnolia is wearing a black, slightly loose, simple but very clean gown, and her hair is tied up casually with a wooden chopstick. If this outfit were to be worn by someone else, it would be so sloppy, but on him But there is a feeling of laziness and asceticism.

He was lying on the bed at this time, with his hands under his head, his eyes closed, his legs crossed, and his feet were still shaking rhythmically. It was clear that a month ago he was about to step into the gate of hell and die. He looks like an old man now, and he also feels a little fatter.

Fortunately, he had packed a bunch of food into Najie before going to Yunding Heavenly Palace. This was how he didn't starve to death here. The thought of this made him angry.

The meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner at Zhang's house are fixed and rationed, and the taste is extremely bland. Although there are both meat and vegetables, Xiaoguan is still a child. He is just growing up, and with such a high-intensity diet, he is still a child. Training, how can I bear this? This is simply child abuse! If he could, he really wanted to copy this house!

Outside the house, Zhang Qiling, who had just returned to the yard, vaguely heard the singing coming from the house. He didn't feel much, as if he was used to it.

He felt that Magnolia was like a white lark, and it would often start humming suddenly, but it was so nice that he didn't mind.

He had already reached the door of the room, but suddenly stopped. He raised his hand and looked down at his palm. There were several shocking wounds on his palm. The wounds were no longer bleeding, but it looked like that. It should have not been processed.

Zhang Qiling was silent for a while, then he made a fist with his hand, and then tightened it. The wounds that had stopped bleeding suddenly burst open again, and scarlet blood began to slowly seep out from between his fingers.

Seeing blood flowing out, he lowered his hand, then used his other uninjured hand to push open the door and walked in.

Magnolia in the room was still thinking when the door to the room suddenly opened, and he already knew who it was without even opening his eyes to see.

"You're back, how are you today? You're tired, are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

Bai Magnolia opened his eyes as he spoke, and then stood up straight, but when he turned around, he immediately noticed Zhang Qiling's left hand, which was still dripping blood from his fingers.

Bai Magnolia stepped forward quickly, anxious to lift Zhang Qiling's hand, but was afraid of hurting him. He looked at Zhang Qiling and asked, "Why are you injured again?"

Zhang Qiling hid his hands behind his back. His tone was different from ordinary children of the same age. He was very mature and indifferent. He replied as calmly as ever, "It's okay. I accidentally hurt it while practicing."

Magnolia gently pulled his hand that was hidden behind his back in front of him. He looked at the bloody wound, frowning slightly, and the pain in his eyes was about to overflow.

Bai Magnolia didn't speak anymore. He took out the medicine bottle from Najie, dipped some ointment in it with his fingertips, then held Zhang Qiling's hand with one hand, and lightly touched the wound with the other hand dipped in ointment. .

The ointment stung for a moment when it was applied to his wound, but soon only a slight cooling sensation remained.

Zhang Qiling looked at Magnolia who was squatting in front of him and carefully applying medicine to him, and felt a strange feeling in his heart that he couldn't explain.

I still remember that he was injured due to practicing martial arts more than ten days ago. At that time, Magnolia was also anxious and concerned about him, and she gave him medicine carefully and carefully.

He doesn't know why, it's just because after that time, every time he was injured in the future, he would not deal with it by himself like before. He wanted Magnolia to help him, and wanted to see him caring and worrying about him.

No one except Zhang Haike had ever cared about him so much before, and he was just a person he had just met. He felt a strange sense of familiarity in him. He couldn't tell, but... they seemed to have met somewhere.

Sometimes because time has passed and the wounds have stopped bleeding on their own, he will deliberately open the wounds that are about to heal, like this time.

He himself didn't know what kind of psychology this was. Although it would hurt, it seemed to be worth it.

Where did Magnolia come here? He didn't care what his identity was, because he knew that the person in front of him would not hurt him, so he never asked the above questions.

He is like a person walking alone in the boundless desert, and the white magnolia is a rain falling from the sky. This hard-won rain and dew do not know when it will stop, so he cherishes it especially.

At night, Bai Magnolia sat on the side of the bed, holding the bed board with one hand. He looked at Zhang Qiling who was lying quietly on the bed and asked, "Young official, do you want to play a bedtime song?"

Zhang Qiling replied directly without thinking too much, "Sing it."

Bai Magnolia tucked Zhang Qiling in, then put her other hand on his abdomen, and began to pat him gently, her thin lips slightly opened, and she sang softly.

Lying down with Zhang Qiling, he looked straight at Magnolia who was sitting by the bed and coaxing him to sleep. This was not the first time. Magnolia forced him to do it the first time. He was not used to it at the time, but it happened many times. , this seems pretty good.

Magnolia's silver-white hair was spread around his side, and the moonlight outside the room shone on him through the cracks in the window. At this time, he was not only the only touch of color in the room, but also a little light in his heart.

The silver-white moonlight blurred his edges, like a shadow and smoke, as if it would dissipate in the next second. Thinking of this, he subconsciously reached out his hand from the quilt and grabbed Magnolia's sleeve.

“I’m not afraid of darkness, I’m not afraid of heartbreak, I don’t care whether I’m tired or not, I don’t care about the southeast or the northwest.”

The same two people, the same song, the only difference is time.

After singing the song, Magnolia looked at Zhang Qiling who was already a little sleepy. A trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid that emotion again and said softly, "Okay, I'm going to sleep."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Qiling didn't say a word. She just tugged on his sleeve and stared at him, "I'm so sleepy that I can't even open my eyes. Why don't you sleep?"

Zhang Qiling still didn't speak, but shook his head after a moment, and then slowly let go of the hand holding Magnolia's sleeve.

Seeing this, Bai Magnolia chuckled and said, "Good night then."

Zhang Qiling opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment before replying, "...Good night."

A whole day of high-intensity training made the young Zhang Qiling fall asleep quickly. Bai Magnolia looked at Zhang Qiling who was frowning slightly while sleeping, sighed helplessly, and then raised her hand to wipe out his newly raised brows with her fingertips. Smooth.

He sat by the bed for a long time, until Qing Yi and the others in the sea of ​​consciousness began to urge him. Bai Magnolia was a little reluctant to leave, but there was still someone waiting for him.

"Little official, wait for me, I will take you home in the future."

After the words fell, there was only a wardrobe, a bed, a quilt, and a person left in the dark room.

The person in that place illuminated by the moonlight left, and that touch of color and light disappeared completely, as if that person had never existed.

The only things that could prove that he had been here were the wounds on Zhang Qiling's hands, the crescent necklace left by his bed, and Zhang Qiling's memories of him.