across the shore

After the rain, it was sunny and the sky was like blue waves.

The ancient trees in the deep forest are full of green, and the tips of the leaves are dripping with crystal water droplets. Under the sunlight, they reflect colorful light.The soil on the ground was completely soaked, and the fragrance of the mud mixed with the sweetness after the rain.

Jia Ting looked at the surrounding scene in bewilderment, and turned to look up at Na Yu who was leading the way.Although he was puzzled, he didn't ask.

About to reach the middle of the deep forest, Na Yu stopped, turned around, first saluted Jia Ting, and then said with a smile: "Master Ting, Na Yu stopped here, and the next road will be Lord Yuting continued."

For a moment, Jia Ting was puzzled, "Continue"

"Yes, this is Prince Lian's order. He said that if Mr. Ting can leave to go to this silver palace, then we will see you again. But if Mr. Ting can't leave, Prince Lian has nothing to do with life or death."

After finishing speaking, Yu did not wait for Jia Ting to react, he saluted hastily and left.

"See you again from now on, just passers-by" Jia Ting muttered in his heart, seemingly not understanding, but also feeling disappointed.

The trees on the two roads are lush, and the ancient road is also very quiet. Na Yu stepped forward and left, Jia Ting's petite black figure was reflected on the road ahead, and his small face was full of mist.

The crystal cups shining under the golden light, the unknown liquor flowing, the chairs carved with gorgeous and retro patterns, the waiters with elegant manners...

"I'm very curious, how did you deal with him?" Yin Lan held the wine glass in one hand and slightly supported the table with the other, her slender and well-proportioned body leaned slightly towards Yin Lian who was sitting on the chair in a trance.

Yinlian withdrew her expression, looked up coldly at Yinlan's blushing face, silently withdrew her eyes, and said lightly: "You drink too much!"

"Eh? How could it be? I can drink very well!" Yin Lan elongated her tone, and her crisp voice seemed even more attractive because of this trace of drunkenness and casual frivolity.

Yinlian gently avoided Yinlan's approaching body, glanced at the empty wine bottles on the table, shook her head helplessly, and said silently in her heart: "I don't care about you, a drunk today."

Thinking of this, Yin Lian stood up slowly, and told the waiter at the side: "Take care of Prince Lan, if he dies drunk, send him back, if he is not drunk, let him die drunk."

When the waiter at the side heard Yin Lian's order, his face turned bitter, and he buried his head even lower, wishing he could bury it in the ground.

Yinlan opened her eyes in a daze and looked at Yinlian, who was suddenly a little taller. She looked at Yinlian with a silly face, and said, "You're leaving too? Won't you accompany me?"

"Whoever accompanies you, a drunk, gets so close when you drink too much." Yinlian took a step away from Yinlan as if disgusted, wrinkled his nose, and continued: "Drink less, and return to yourself later." Let's go to the palace! I have to leave beforehand."

Yinlan half-opened her eyes and looked at the silver figure who was far away from her, her eyes suddenly dimmed, she buried her head in silence for a while, silently put down the crystal cup in her hand, and sat down on a large chair.

A pair of slender eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up inexplicably.

After a long time, he spit out a sentence: "Gone, all gone, you little bastard without a conscience."

"Huh...huh..." Jia Ting sat slumped against the root of an ancient tree, gasping for breath, his eyes constantly scanning the surrounding movements.

When his breathing gradually stabilized, Jia Ting took out the dagger at his waist, which was covered with sticky blood, and stared at it for a while, his eyes flickering.

Finally, Jia Ting lowered his eyelids, wiped the blood on the short dagger with his skirt, put it back into the sheath, and put it on his waist.

After resting for a while, Jia Ting looked at his hiding place, casually pulled a handful of grass from the side, inspected it carefully, and then put it in his mouth to chew carefully.

The taste of this herb is not good, it has a bit of astringency, and if you eat too much, it will have a bitter taste, but it is better because it has a lot of juice, and it can barely be used as the food of Jiating now.

Chewing carefully, at the end, Jiating laughed lowly, mockingly, and finally the voice became louder, causing Jiating to cover his mouth with his hands.

One after another, self-deprecating sobs leaked from the fingers...

"It turns out that people will change? But after staying there for a few months, I'm not used to it."

Laughing stopped, Jia Ting covered his face with his hands, and said self-deprecatingly.

After resting for several hours and eating several handfuls of green grass, Jia Ting stood up, pieced together his fragmentary memories of the previous period, reconfirmed that the direction was the periphery, and then walked in that direction.

After the experience last time, Jia Ting never dared to go to the central area of ​​the deep forest alone. If he encountered the scene of that day, he would be..., and this time that person will not...

Jia Ting didn't think about it, and changed another plan. He thought about how he should get out of this ghost place. Maybe staying for a day or two would not be life-threatening, but after a long time, who knows?

So leaving as soon as possible is the most correct choice. Thinking of this, Jia Ting thought about the method again, how can he leave this cage-like place?

An astonishing number of guards, the power to kill with a single gesture, countless monsters of unknown levels... There are still many hidden things that Jia Ting has never seen, but just seeing it is enough for him to expend all his energy.

If something unknown is emerging, what should he do at that time?Thinking of this, Jiating suddenly didn't understand Yinlian's intentions again.

At first, he naively thought that he was saving himself and letting himself go, but looking at the repeated ancient trees, the monsters buried everywhere, Jia Ting doubted his guess again, as if it was not that simple again.

"What the hell is he trying to do?" Jia Ting muttered, frowning.

Shaking his head, he concealed the complicated conjectures in his mind, continued to be vigilant, and looked at the road ahead. No matter what happens now, leaving is the most important thing.

After walking for half a day, Jia Ting found a place with dense old trees, looked around for a while, and walked around within a hundred meters around, making sure that this place was relatively safe, and nodded in satisfaction .

Walking to a dry place, Jiating sat down casually, relaxed his tired muscles, stretched his young body, a small section of white skin was exposed at the waist, and pulled out a beautiful arc.

Stretching for a while, Jiating gradually lowered his hands, looking at the endless old trees, endless grass, and endless green around him.Suddenly, a trace of loneliness emerged from the bottom of his heart, and slowly, this trace of loneliness occupied his entire chest.

Jia Ting lay on his back, looking at the numerous branches printed on the blue sky, counting the lines of those branches.The unstoppable Yousi once again blocked his heart, Jia Ting turned over on his side, and impatiently said in his heart: "It's good to go out, it's good to go out..."

I don’t know how many times I read it, the sky gradually turned orange, and the light scattered on Jia Ting’s young and beautiful limbs, and the soft lines were blurred in the orange light...

The scene in front of Jia Ting gradually blurred, and the eyelids began to close slightly, but they were forced open again, and Jia Ting murmured vaguely: "I can't sleep, it's very dangerous."

But even after saying this, the upper and lower eyelids are still fighting uncontrollably, closing them for a while, and opening them again for a while.

Just when Jiating was sleepy, there was a light sound in the deep forest, soft and soft, like floating clouds, sometimes gentle and sometimes mysterious

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This poetic feeling made Jiating open his eyes in a daze, and listened carefully. He felt that the sound was very intoxicating, and unconsciously let go of all his consciousness, and slowly closed his eyes.

In the deep forest, this soft sound was still floating slowly, faintly coming from the distant cliff.

The yellow halo is intoxicating, the mountain breeze is cool, the old trees are lush, the harp is exquisite, and the light tone is beautiful.The person playing the qin is also stunning, with a silver shirt, long hair, and melancholy, sitting on the broken stone, holding the strings with his hands, his eyes are so bewildered that people can't move their eyes away.

Standing next to the piano player was a monster covered in white sequins that looked like fish scales. This monster had a cold and aloof expression, and its movements were quite superior.

After playing the harp for an unknown amount of time, the player who played the harp put away the harp and softly called the monster beside him: "Bailing, let's go."

Saying that, the white shadow dispersed.

The light in the deep forest gradually dimmed, and the scenery became blurred, but the person lying on the ground shrunk into a small ball due to the cold was so conspicuous in Yinlian's eyes.

With just one glance, you can abandon the bustling surroundings and find your shadow.

Yin Lian lay on one knee, looked closely at Jia Ting's slightly frowning, very dissatisfied little face, and stretched out her hand to brush the chilled face dyed by the cold air.

Feeling the warmth, Jia Ting lowered his slightly frowning brows, and rubbed against Yinlian's palm as if satisfied. In the palm of your hand.

The warm breath sprayed into Yinlian's palm, as if teasing.For a moment, Yinlian felt that Jia Ting's indescribable warmth made him very satisfied.

Thinking of this, Yin Lian stopped her hand and remained motionless, allowing Jia Ting to rub it carelessly, again and again, as if rubbing against the apex of his heart.

It was completely dark.

Yinlian freed his left hand to read a secret word, but after a while, a fire was raised one meter away, and the yellow halo of fire illuminated the surroundings like daylight.

The fire light was very warming, Yinlian nodded in satisfaction, turned her head to look at Jia Ting who was huddled together, frowned, took off her cloak in dissatisfaction, and spread it on Jia Ting's body.

The light of the fire warmed people up, and they had a cloak to avoid the cold. Jiating gradually avoided Yinlian's hand, and slowly shrank under the cloak, never coming out again.

Yin Lian looked at the small ball protruding from the silver-white cloak, and then at the palm of his hand that had stopped in place, and was speechless for a moment.

The author has something to say:

Don't be too exciting about the secret meeting in the deep forest, it's tempting!But it's a pity that Xiao Jiating and Lian Meiren haven't reached that point yet, what a pity!

But the author said that he will not treat you badly, hee hee...