After wearing the book, I became the hero's leg pendant

The little girl stalked and continued to ask: "What kind of flower? It's so beautiful."

She stared at Qin Shu closely, her black and white eyes were full of curiosity, Qin Shu couldn't bear to say that she didn't know, so after thinking about it, she made a wild guess, "Peony."

A cold voice came from beside him, "That's Lian."

Qin Shu quickly agreed, "Yes, Lian Lian Lian."

Thinking about it carefully, even if there is a flower on the hilt of a person with Yun Yang's personality, it will not be a flower like peony.

Yun Yang seemed to mention it casually, "Brother doesn't seem to have a very good memory. I knew the flower on the hilt before, why don't I remember it now?"

That cool and dangerous voice shocked Qin Shu, and immediately said: "Yes, my memory is not very good. I am old, alas, not as young and energetic as my junior brother."

Yun Yang looked him up and down, his eyes made Qin Shu feel as if he was a piece of candy that had been peeled open, and his inner and outer thoughts could be exposed under Yun Yang's eagle-like black eyes.

"Brother is not old."

After a while, he said something indifferent, and stretched out his hand.

Holding the soft veil in his hand, he gently wiped off the blood on Qin Shu's face.

Qin Shu resisted a little, no matter what Yun Yang did to him, as long as he got close to him, his whole body would be tense.

Even though he held a sword in his hand and could kill him at any time, Qin Shu was terrified of the young man in front of him.

It wasn't until it was completely wiped clean that Yun Yang withdrew his hand, looking at his white and clean face, he felt a little more at ease.

Then he turned around and walked into the simple kitchen.

Li Xiaoqing found a rag, and Qin Shu dipped it in water to wipe off the blood on the long sword.

He remembered that this sword was introduced in the original book.

This sword seems to be called Poxie Sword, which has been around for a long time, but somehow it fell into Yun Yang's hands.

This sword is extremely hostile, the blade is sharp, as cold as ice, and it can kill evil spirits, which is beyond the control of ordinary people.

Qin Shu resisted his guilt and wanted to touch the sword's hand, when he suddenly remembered something.

He remembered that there were foreshadowings in the original book, and his identity as a young junior seemed a bit difficult.

It's not as simple as being in the same village as him.

How difficult it is... The author didn't say.

Qin Shu now really wants to find the author who dug a hole and doesn't fill it up and beat him up.

He had wiped the long sword clean, but he continued to wipe it until his hands were numb from the ice and he didn't feel any sense. He put the long sword on the table, rubbed his hands frantically, and breathed into his palms .

Not knowing if it was because of the cold air entering his body, Qin Shu felt that the wound on his chest began to tingle again.

At this moment, Mrs. Li came out with a bowl of steaming chicken soup. Seeing Qin Shu's pale face and purple lips, she was shocked, and quickly put the chicken soup on the table. Very bad, is it freezing? Drink chicken soup to warm up your body."

Qin Shu's stomach growled wildly from the scent of the chicken soup, and he even started to have cramps.

He immediately thanked with a smile, took the spoon handed over by Mrs. Li, and prepared to eat.

Li Xiaoqing was staring at him eagerly, salivating over the chicken soup in front of him.

Qin Shu paused for a moment, then moved his hands towards her, his eyebrows and eyes were warm and picturesque: "Come here."

Li Xiaoqing immediately ran over happily, thinking that Qin Shu was going to give her chicken, he opened his mouth wide and stared at Qin Shu expectantly.

"Go and get a bowl." Looking at her shining white teeth, Qin Shu couldn't help but laugh.

Yun Yang walked out of the kitchen, holding a bowl in his hand, and looked at Li Xiaoqing expressionlessly.

As soon as he appeared, Li Xiaoqing felt as if he had met a tiger, the smile on his face disappeared immediately, and he shrank cowardly, not to mention crossing Yunyang into the kitchen, he didn't even dare to move, he was stiff in Qin Sparse around.

"Come here." The same words as Qin Shu said, but the tone was completely different.

Li Xiaoqing walked over in fear, and couldn't help drooling at the expression of the smelling chicken soup in his hand.

Yun Yang pushed the bowl out of his hand, staring at Li Xiaoqing with serious eyes, "Eat this bowl."

Li Xiaoqing raised his head in astonishment, but met Yunyang's temperatureless black eyes, his body trembled suddenly when he was shocked by the coldness in his eyes, and he lowered his head again.

"Eat this bowl." Yun Yang repeated, seeing Li Xiaoqing bowed his head still, frowning, a chill appeared on his expressionless face, "Don't you want it?"

"Yes." Li Xiaoqing's voice was as thin as a mosquito, "Is it really for me?"

"Eat this bowl, don't think about that bowl."

This sentence was extremely low, only Li Xiaoqing heard it.

She nodded immediately, took the soup with a lot of chicken from Yunyang's hand, happily ran to sit down opposite Qin Shu, and started to eat.

"You also have a bowl, so I don't need to give it to you." Seeing that she also had a bowl, Qin Shu said with bent eyes.

Li Xiaoqing nodded, the fragrant chicken was in front of her, she didn't care about anything else, and started to eat happily.

The long sword on the side of the table was put back into the scabbard, Yun Yang seemed to be about to leave, Qin Shu quickly took his hand.

"Is there still chicken soup in the pot?"

Yun Yang turned around, his eyes dimmed, "It's gone. You don't have enough food."

The statement-like tone of affirmation sounded strange, Qin Shu chose to ignore it, pulled him to sit next to him, pushed the bowl in front of him, and said warmly, "Let's eat together."

A flash of surprise flashed across Yunyang's face, but it disappeared soon after.

He looked down at the bowl of Qin Shu's untouched chicken soup, and sneered for a while, "I don't like eating with others. Brother, you can either eat it all yourself, or give it all to me."

Qin Shu frowned slightly, and before he could speak, Yun Yang pushed the bowl back in front of him, stared at his distressed expression, and said with a half-smile: "Brother, hurry up and eat. When you're full, don't wait until the time comes." Don't delay too much, or you won't be able to save yourself if you are swallowed by a ghost."

That smile that was not a smile sent a chill down Qin Shu's spine, and he stopped talking to him, and quietly ate the meat in the bowl with his head down.

He is very white, so white that he is weak, his eyebrows are very pale, and when he looks at people, he looks like frozen water without any waves.

At least before he was possessed by a ghost, his senior brother always looked like that, his eyes were as cold as three feet of ice, and his face was as pale as someone who would die after walking a few steps.

Perhaps it was because of the constant heat in the bowl, Qin Shu's face was covered with a layer of powder, and the snow-like face dotted with it was no longer so cold and hard.

The wound on the chest hurts a bit. Qin Shu didn't pay much attention when drinking the soup, which caused him to move too much, and the wound seemed to be cracked a little more. Not only that, the ankle felt as if it was stuck to a piece of ice, and the temperature was bitingly cold.

The cold air continued to spread from the black circle on the ankle to the body, and Qin Shu's body, which had finally warmed up after drinking hot soup, was frozen in an instant.

He hissed softly, frowned, finished the last soup, bent slightly, and wanted to touch his ankle with his hand to drive away the uncomfortable cold.

All the blood on his cheeks faded away, his face was a little paler than before, as if it had been dyed double, and there was a chill between his brows and eyes.

"Don't move." A cold shout sounded above his head, and Qin Shu withdrew his hand subconsciously.

The arm was so cold and stiff that Qin Shu had an idea in a trance.

His blood seemed to turn cold, and his whole body was about to be frozen into an ice sculpture.

How can it be so cold?

Putting some warm hands on his forehead, feeling the bone-piercing coldness, Yun Yang's expression sank, and he withdrew his hand.

The temperature that was not felt at all at ordinary times was suddenly attached at this moment. Qin Shu felt that it was extremely hot. When he left his hand, his eyes subconsciously followed Yun Yang's hand, and there was a bit of greed in his eyes suddenly.

For him now, Yunyang's hand that is only slightly warm is like a stove.

"Cold..." The corners of his eyes were a little red, and his mouth seemed to be stuck in the cold. Qin Shu struggled to say a word, a little pitiful.

He suddenly heard Li Xiaoqing's exclamation, "Mother, why is he emitting white smoke! Is he familiar? But he looks very cold."

Qin Shu's brain became confused, and after hearing Li Xiaoqing's words, he could subconsciously come up with a thought: I'm not familiar with white smoke, I'm cold to the extreme.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, not long ago he was still drinking hot soup, and the next moment he was so cold that he couldn't move.

In a blur, Qin Shu only felt that his tattered boots were being taken off by a big hand. He was about to struggle when he heard Yun Yang's extremely cold words, "Don't move."

Those two words made him subconsciously freeze his body and remain motionless.

He was conscious but blurred, his face was pale and blue, his eyes were so dizzy that he couldn't see clearly, he could only feel that Yun Yang was squatting halfway in front of him, staring at his ankles.

There was a circle of dark marks on the white and beautiful ankle, and at this moment, the mark was climbing up to a degree that could be discerned by the naked eye, and it climbed up a knuckle in the blink of an eye.

"Mother!" Li Xiaoqing also leaned over and saw the weird scene, and immediately covered his eyes in fright, exclaiming.

Qin Shu could only hear Li Xiaoqing's call, but couldn't hear the others clearly. He was still struggling with his consciousness, when a sudden pain in his calf made him tremble, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

The sizzling sound sounded, and Qin Shu looked down with trembling eyelashes.

There was a small cut on the soft white calf, a little above the black mark, and the wound was overflowing with blood at this moment, the sizzling sound Qin Shu heard was the sound of the blood dripping on the evil-breaking sword.

The fresh blood fell on the icy sword, and there was a sizzling sound as well as white smoke. At first glance, the sword was clean, and the dripping blood disappeared as if it had evaporated.

Yun Yang got up coldly, took back the evil-breaking sword, and said in a voice that could not hear any emotion: "The effect of bloodletting is not that great, you just get up and get ready to go."

As soon as the words fell, the last sliver of light in the sky was swallowed, and the surroundings became extremely dark and gloomy. The rustling sound of the wind blowing through the grass was somewhat harsh in the calm atmosphere.