Tomb robbing: only one person can do it

Xiao Qinghuai looked at the hot soup left at the bottom of the bowl, rubbed his sore cheeks, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally finishing the drink.

Xiao Qinghuai murmured: "If the life source pearl is in my body, this hot soup will turn into the purest spiritual power as soon as it enters my mouth, but forget it now, it will be the same with you, so that you can be well Faster."

Qinghuai was stunned and expressed that he was greatly shocked! Can it still be fed like this? But from the looks of it, the little brother seems to be fine?

Qinghuai looked at the little brother quietly and kept cursing in his heart: Those who hurt the little brother are bad guys and stinky durians, huh————

After finishing speaking, Xiao Qinghuai still resigned to his fate, holding all the remaining hot soup in his mouth with difficulty, and continued to pass his lips over, covering the young man's slightly cold and chapped lips, and slowly poured out the warm soup little by little. Feed it in.

But he didn't notice the boy's brows and eyes moving slightly. The boy's eyes moved slightly, opened his eyes slightly, then subconsciously closed his eyes again, and then opened them slowly.

When he saw the scene in front of him and felt the soft touch on his lips, the boy's pupils suddenly shrank, and time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

For a moment, the young man's expression gradually became stiff, his eyes were blank, and his face was full of disbelief. Then his fingers shook slightly, and his cheeks were unconsciously stained with a faint blush.

Xiao Qinghuai looked up and saw the person in front of him looking at him with wide eyes, and said in surprise: "You're awake! That's great."

After the reaction, Xiao Qinghuai jumped a few times with joy, looked at the young man and asked with concern: "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

The young man remained silent and sat up slightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved downwards. He looked at the other person's ancient costume that was different from his own, as well as his unusual appearance, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Xiao Qinghuai knelt down next to the boy and said happily with a hint of happiness in his voice: "My name is Qinghuai, what is your name!"

"Can you be friends with me? Are you from outside? Can you tell me what it's like outside?..."

Xiao Qinghuai kept asking with high interest, with expectation and exploration in his eyes, and his hands were dancing and jumping with joy unconsciously.

When Xiao Qinghuai finished shouting, the young man said coldly: "Zhang Qiling."

Xiao Qinghuai's happiness was shown on his face and movements. His big eyes turned into little moons, and his little mouth looked very happy. He clasped his hands together happily and said, "Wow! Your name sounds so nice."

The light in Zhang Qiling's eyes dimmed slightly, and he lowered his eyes sadly, wondering: "Why do you say that."

Xiao Qinghuai touched his head and said: "Qingyun told me that Qi means opening, but Qi also symbolizes a future and hope, and spirit symbolizes intelligence and beauty. Here you go Famous people definitely want you to be optimistic and have a bright future."

"Being able to give your name such a meaning shows that you are also a very important person in the other person's heart."

Xiao Qinghuai's eyes narrowed with joy, and Zhang Qiling felt that the air was filled with happiness for no apparent reason, and for a moment it seemed that all the sad things had been forgotten.

Hearing this man's interpretation of his name, although he knew that he was wrong, Zhang Qiling had no intention of correcting him, and an unspeakable feeling arose in his heart.

Zhang Qiling knew that his name was not as beautiful as this person said, but unexpectedly, he liked this name very much.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond to him, Xiao Qinghuai muttered: "Did I get your name wrong?"

They don’t seem to have said what their name is? Maybe I'm mistaken?

Zhang Qiling shook his head, looked at Xiao Qinghuai and said slowly: "Thank you."

Xiao Qinghuai scratched his head and said a little shyly: "You're welcome! You can just call me Qinghuai! Qing means Qing from Qingshui, and Huai means Huai from Jianghuai. Qingyun said that my name means purity and beauty. The two of us The name is very similar~~~"

Zhang Qiling looked at the other person blankly. This person was indeed as pure and beautiful as his name. Unlike himself... he was just a being that was rejected by others.

Then Xiao Qinghuai seemed to have thought of something, and asked with a serious face: "Why are you here alone? If you hadn't been lucky enough to meet me, you would have froze to death here alone, and you... …”

Xiao Qinghuai suddenly stopped. He realized that he shouldn't ask about this kind of thing, and looked at Zhang Qiling cautiously.

When Zhang Qiling heard these questions, his eyes became even more dim, like a lifeless old man.

Xiao Qinghuai was thinking strangely, Xiao Zhang obviously didn't look big, so why was he always so stern?

Those beautiful eyes were without desires and desires, as if there was nothing in the world that could make him miss them.

Xiao Qinghuai thought that when he first met Xiao Zhang, it was like a precious glass jade, as if it broke at the touch. Even with the nourishment of the Origin Pearl, there are still... old and new scars from before...

Xiao Qinghuai shouted: "Xiao Zhang."

It took Zhang Qiling a while to realize that the person calling "Xiao Zhang" was himself, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at Xiao Qinghuai.

Suddenly Xiao Qinghuai pounced, and Zhang Qiling was thrown onto the soft blanket without any defense. The hug of the person on his body was like treating a lost treasure, and his arms were tightened as if he was afraid that he would disappear.

Zhang Qiling subconsciously wanted to take action, but just as his hand touched Xiao Qinghuai's waist, a moment of reason stopped him from making any further moves.

At this moment, the two seemed to be integrated into one body, each other's body temperature and breath intertwined. Suddenly the whole world seemed to be still, and only each other's breathing could be heard.

When the two hugged each other, their breathing slowly synchronized, and each other's heartbeats gradually became intertwined. Zhang Qiling felt a little relaxed and at ease inexplicably, and suddenly felt that all the grievances in his heart had found a place to rest.

Zhang Qiling opened his hands like a child and slowly hugged the other person. Is this what it feels like to be hugged? So warm.

Xiao Qinghuai cried: "Xiao Zhang, although I don't know what you have been through, but if others treat you badly, either... or... you come with me! I will be nice to you! Very good. Very, very good.”

Zhang Qiling closed her lips tightly, her eyes showing a calmness that belied her age, and said slowly: "I...can't go with you."

Xiao Qinghuai raised his head fiercely, put his hands across Zhang Qiling's face, and asked: "Why? They are not good to you at all..."

Xiao Qinghuai thought of the suffocating wound before, and his heart only felt dense pain. Suddenly she started crying even harder, and her long eyelashes were covered with crystal teardrops, like hibiscus. The tears seemed to linger on the snow-white skin and refused to fall.

Xiao Qinghuai's eyes were red, and he couldn't help sobbing. His thin back jerked violently, and he seemed to faint from crying.

Xiao Qinghuai folded his hands on Zhang Qiling's chest, leaned his face against the back of his hands, and choked with sobs: "They... are not good to you, why... don't you come with me... wu wu wu..."

Zhang Qiling looked at the other person's furry head, with a confused expression as if he understood something, and said helplessly: "I have... my own responsibility and mission... I can't let it go..."

Xiao Qinghuai's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and tears began to flow down. He closed his lips tightly and allowed the tears to hit Zhang Qiling's clothes unbridled.

Zhang Qiling felt the wet spot on his clothes, and all kinds of complicated emotions surged into his heart like a tide. Zhang Qiling slowly raised his arm, awkwardly wiped Xiao Qinghuai's tears, and comforted him: "Don't cry..." "

Zhang Qiling was puzzled as to why someone could cry so much. Originally he wanted to ignore this person, but for some reason, he didn't want to see him cry.

Xiao Qinghuai's voice contained a cry of grievance, and he shouted: "Big fool, big fool, big fool, hum -"