Donglin [Quick Travel]

"Silly boy, as a master, you must protect your servants." He smiled and stretched out his hand to pull the man standing by the bed, "You are different from me. It is meaningless for me to live, but I still have to live, think about it, it's really boring." Speaking of this, Dong Lin's eyes were a little dazed, the comprehension power that he had promised to be enlightened, but in the end, Mao didn't see it, and he didn't know when he died. how many times.In the end, he sighed helplessly, "This world doesn't need me, and I can live a life without me, but I can't do without you, so you have to live well, even if I die, you still have to live well."

"Master..." The dumb slave was a little moved when he heard his words, but he didn't know what to say, feeling aggrieved like a child.

"Okay," Dong Lin originally wanted him to stop acting like this, but he inadvertently heard a voice from outside, "Hush!" A white finger was lightly pressed against his lips, and the man stared at him with lowered eyes. The slender wrist stretched out.The man's words were stuck in Dong Lin's throat, and Dong Lin looked forward with a serious face.

The footsteps of the person coming were steady and firm, very light, so light that they could hardly be heard, and the sound of cloth rubbing against each other was as subtle as a butterfly spreading its wings, five meters, three meters, two meters... the distance was getting closer and closer.

Dong Lin made a look at the dumb slave, signaling him to go outside. The dumb slave didn't respond in any way, but obediently packed up the bottles and cans on the table, and walked out from another direction.

The sound of fingers brushing the bead curtain was clear and sweet, and a man in light-colored green clothes walked in. His face was handsome, his hair was indeed a rare light blue color, resembling the ice of the North Pole, and his pupils were also a touch of ice blue. It also contains the eternal frost, if Zhexiu is the cold smoke in the morning, carrying a lingering and vague coldness, but the man is an eternal iceberg, no matter how hot the sun is, it can't shine into his heart.

Da Sikong Qingxuan, the real ruler of Wushang Palace, has a cold face and even colder heart, he can't pay attention to anything except Wushang Palace, a truly heartless, righteous and heartless person.

"Brother Qingxuan..." Even though the voice of the boy on the bed was excited, he was a bit sleepy, he looked at the weak boy lying on the bed with little strength, and sat on the head of the bed, "Qingyue has troubled you again. "

The young man buried his head and didn't dare to look at him, his voice was muffled, "No, it's because Zhexiu's kungfu is too bad, that's why he lost to the Palace Master."

"It's none of your business, it's Qingyue... He's really self-willed." At this point, the man stopped talking, and both of them avoided talking about this topic.Qingxuan checked the scars on Dong Lin's hands, the conspicuous bruises, and the fact that Zhexiu's body was always weak, made him frown involuntarily.

A slightly cool finger touches Donglin's pulse gate, and the icy cold feeling from the true energy makes Donglin wake up a little bit. It is already a common thing for Qingxuan to heal his injuries.The blocked meridians were unblocked, and the gentle internal force flowed into the limbs. Donglin seemed to be seriously injured, but in fact nothing happened. However, as time passed, Qingxuan's face became serious.

Zhexiu has no internal strength, and everyone in Wushang Palace knows that his meridians are stagnant. His mental method is unique and suitable for healing, but half a cup of tea time has passed and there is no improvement. It stands to reason that a person without internal strength can't stand it long ago. , but Zhexiu's body is like a bottomless pit, those internal forces can't work and they don't know where they went.

A dark light flashed in his eyes, still concentrating on healing his wounds, Donglin rested his head on his wrist and looked at Qingxuan, Qingxuan didn't even blink his eyes, and didn't feel embarrassed at all.

I was just bored at first, but I didn't expect to be fascinated by it.As one of the male protagonists in this book, the most mysterious Wushang Palace Da Sikong in the Jianghu, Qingxuan's life is like opening up, he has a very good appearance, because being too cold will always make people have the desire to conquer, What even the heroine never forgets the most in her life is not the real hero, but this most inseparable man.

It is said that a focused man is the best looking. Donglin's naked gaze flashed across his deep eyes, straight nose, and tight thin lips. His long cyan and ice blue hair hung down on his chest. The fabric of the clothes that touched Dong Lin's skin was cool. Dong Lin tentatively tugged on his sleeves, but there was no response. His heart moved, and Dong Lin suddenly wanted to know the bottom line of this man who never changed face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. Where exactly is it? She stretched out her hand and grabbed the long hair in front of the man. As imagined, there was a faint cold feeling, as smooth as brocade.

The man was stunned for a moment, with shallow doubts in his eyes, but he didn't show anything due to his personality, he just looked up at him, didn't say anything, and couldn't seem to appease his anger, but Dong Lin can guarantee that anyone who dared to do something before would definitely all dead.

Dong Lin shrank his hands back, and pretended to be a child who succeeded in pranking to hide his guilty conscience, he laughed "hee hee", let go as if he had succeeded, and was not at all afraid that the man would get angry , took out the other hand to the man, and lay on the bed without looking at him.

Seeing the young man like this, Qingxuan was not angry, instead there was a rare softness in his eyes, which is rare to see Zhexiu's mentality of a child, since he came to Wushang Palace, Zhexiu has been living cautiously, although usually not Said, but everyone can see that he is afraid, afraid of this strange and unpopular place. Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and touched Dong Lin's head, but he couldn't see the expression on Dong Lin's face with his back turned to him. surprise.

The healing effect is very good, but in Dong Lin's opinion, it shortens the time of practice.Dong Lin fell into a drowsy sleep, lying on the bed, instinctively opened his eyes again, and blinked impatiently.

There is a person sitting next to him, every time he is about to fall asleep, he can hear the man's shallow breathing, the instinct from the training of the dark guard wakes him up, in fact, Qingxuan is not enlightened, at night, Who watched others sleep without blinking their eyes, Dong Lin couldn't fall asleep, so he had to turn around and not look at him, tossed and turned several times, finally got up and looked at Qingxuan.

"Brother Qingxuan..." Why don't you go back, I can't sleep like this.

The young man stared at him with his hazy eyes, and he was stunned, looking innocent and cute. Qingxuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Go to sleep, I'll be here with you." In this way, you won't scared.He remembered that Zhexiu was very timid, once sat outside his house all night because he was afraid of disturbing him, and dared not close his eyes all night because he was afraid of the dark.

Having said so much, Dong Lin had no choice but to continue to pretend to be asleep. He slept until the third watch, but was woken up again by the force from his hand, "Brother Qingxuan."

After finally waiting for Dong Lin to fall asleep, Qingxuan, who wanted to take the opportunity to leave, turned around, but saw the young man grabbing his sleeve, he was still lying on the bed, and said like a dream: "Are you going to find brother Qingyue?" It was only then that he realized that he had been tugging on his sleeve.

That's right, Qingyue is bigger than Zhexiu. In the eyes of everyone in Wushang Palace, Zhexiu is like a child who has just learned to walk. He is well-behaved and fragile, and will always make countless people feel distressed, while Qingyue is like At the age of four or five, he can write, recite poems, and be mischievous.Seeing that mother has a little brother, always bullying and bullying to find some sense of presence, they are all a little bit anxious.

"Don't argue with him, he has been spoiled since he was a child." He touched Dong Lin's forehead with a low fever, "I went to him not because of anything else, but because the owner of Wushang Palace can't be humiliated because of personal grievances." Lord, if this matter gets out, it won't chill the hearts of other hall masters."

"Brother Qingxuan, don't go," he smiled, looking a little reluctant, "Zhe Xiu is not so delicate." If you go, how can I explain that he was seriously injured.

The young man raised his body slightly and pulled Qingxuan's sleeves. His white and slender fingers looked even more helpless against the blue cuffs. It was probably because Dong Lin pulled too hard, but instead brought an irresistible force. Qingxuan Xuan followed his strength and sat down, watching the hideous bruise on his back in silence.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhexiu is always soft and sticky, as if he will never lose his temper, even lying outside his door for a whole night, when he went out and saw him, he still felt that he really didn't have the slightest bit of Wushang Palace At that time, he was very angry. When he asked him why he didn't go back to the house, he stared at Qingxuan for a long time with his big foggy eyes, and finally squeezed out a few words before Qingxuan lost his patience. "Snakes can bite people." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and didn't look at him again, hugging his knees like he was abandoned by the whole world.

Snakes can bite people. At that time, Qingxuan couldn't be calm, but he was disdainful and funny. There is no snake in the world that doesn't bite people. Could it be that he can't sleep in the house?When he arrived at Zhexiu's room, he still had the intention of ridiculing him. Now that he thought about it, he was really funny at the time. Zhexiu was very fragile and always made people feel angry, but then What came was a deep distress. At that moment, Qingxuan experienced a strong emotion for the first time. As the Da Sikong of Wushang Palace, he should keep this mystery and indifference all his life, and he is also It was the first time he did so, the first time he was so angry.

Since Zhexiu is the head of Wushang Palace Tingfengtang, the place where he lives is naturally unusual, but under the deliberate neglect of everyone, he is the only one in the huge house, is there a servant, the room is messed up, The curtains were torn and stained with paint, and the fragments of the vases on the ground could hardly settle down. Rats, snakes and ants heard the voices of people running around, and the whole air was filled with a stench.