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Because of the cocklebur fever, Langling stayed in the inn for an extra day, and only set off on his way in peace after his condition was completely stabilized.

I don't know why, the cocklebur didn't have overheating since the fever subsided that day, and after drinking the decoction for two or three days, the poison was completely eliminated, which made the journey much smoother and made Lang Ling secretly heave a sigh of relief.

God knows how hard he's been working these days.

It's just that although the poison is removed, the damaged body is not so easy to recover, so Xanthium always seems a little mentally weak along the way. During the nearly five-day journey, most of the time was spent napping in the carriage .

But Lang Ling knew that he was only in a light sleep at most.The instinct of being a killer kept him awake at night, and he didn't know what to eat, and it would torture him forever like this.

It's like a curse that cannot be released until death.

When they arrived in Xiyang City, the sky was gloomy and drizzling.Because of the rain, there were not many people on the street. They walked all the way, only the sound of horseshoes stepping on the bluestone slabs accompanied them.

Xanthium sat in the carriage a little tiredly, listening to the various sounds outside.

The streets of this city are much quieter than before, but this does not prevent the sounds of the cocklebur hearing - the sound of wind, rain, horseshoes, wheels, children laughing, and guests talking and laughing loudly in teahouses ...

These voices came with the wind, passed through the rain curtain, and were captured by him, and then outlined in his mind the scenes they should belong to.

A bustling city.he thinks.There are many people and many buildings, which are easy to hide and kill people silently.

He habitually touched his cuffs, found nothing, then put down his hands blankly, and continued to sit in a daze, intercepting some useful information by the way.

He is now wearing a narrow-sleeved robe with navy blue and silver patterns, which was bought for him by Lang Ling. The material alone is much better than his original one, not to mention the workmanship that he cannot see.

As for his original body... I don't know where he was thrown by Lang Ling.

Thinking of this, even Xanthium became a little worried: he would have to return this clothes sooner or later, so what would he wear?naked?

He is not a person who loves to think about things, but at this moment, he does not know why he is thinking wildly, thousands of thoughts are floating around like clouds, cutting constantly, and the reasoning is still chaotic, which makes people confused.

Before he could figure out why, the carriage had already passed through the central long street, gradually moving away from the bustling area.

...is the way to the outskirts of the city.Cocklebur was keenly aware of it.

He straightened his back slightly, no matter how the carriage bumped and swayed, he remained still.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage stood upright with a "creak".Xanth heard the horse pulling the cart move its hooves and snort.

Are you there yet?

Then...will it be silenced or imprisoned?

Xanthium pursed her lips and remained motionless, quietly waiting for the judgment of fate.

"Cocklebur?" A familiar voice called him from outside, "We're here, let's get down."

Cocklebur didn't respond.

"Cocklebur?" Langling didn't wait for the person to come down, and called out again with some doubts.

Still no response.

Langling frowned, stretched out her hand to open the curtain: "What's the matter, are you still uncomfortable?"

Xanthium lowered its head halfway, and responded with a blurred expression: "Yes."

Lang Ling looked at him cautiously, and there was some deep light in his eyes.After a while, he bent the corners of his lips, carried the cocklebur out of the carriage with his own hands, and said in a casual tone, "In that case, I'll carry you up, the carriage is not a good place to stay."

Cocklebur's fingertips curled up slightly.

Is it.

So where is a good place to stay?

Langling still didn't know how the person in her arms was thinking wildly, she just thought that he was pretending to be uncomfortable to wait for an opportunity to escape, and when she hugged the person down with her own hands, she also had a sense of warning.

Chi Suizao stood aside, seeing Langling directly hugging him down, he couldn't help whistling frivolously, and said with a smile: "Oh, it seems that I should avoid it, shouldn't I?"

Langling didn't even bother to give her a look, she just ignored his words, and walked in the door without looking back, holding cocklebur in her arms.

This is indeed a huge manor. On the surface it is the mansion of a rich man, but in fact it belongs to Tingfeng Pavilion. The so-called "rich man" is just a spy of Tingfeng Pavilion .It's just that this matter is really hidden. At least since Langling founded Tingfeng Pavilion, no one has ever connected this ordinary Zhuangzi with the famous Tingfeng Pavilion.

Cocklebur curled up in Langling's arms, at first I heard some noisy human voices, and then gradually faded away, until Langling passed through a door and became completely silent.However, Xanthium was keenly aware that at the moment when Lang Ling carried him through the door, all eyes fell on him, making his hair stand on end in shock——danger!

He subconsciously fumbled for the cuff, but Lang Ling was one step ahead of him, one hand had already grabbed his wrist, the other hand flipped over, and a token-like thing was taken away in a flash.

Seeing the token, the black shadows hiding in the courtyard withdrew their sizing eyes one after another, and at the same time showed their figures and bowed slightly to salute, and then disappeared.But Xanthium heard it clearly - in this small courtyard, there are more than [-] hidden guards guarding it, and they are carrying hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and every step is frightening.

Langling seemed to have gotten used to this kind of practice, after lighting the token, she went to the small attic in the courtyard with her cockleburs in her arms.The attic was exquisitely built, with a total of three floors. Lanterns were hung in the corners of the eaves, which were lit even in this rainy day, making the whole building look resplendent and resplendent.

Langling stepped into the attic, saw the black cloth covering Cang'er's eyes, and for a moment regretted that he couldn't see.

He wasn't worried that the manor would be exposed after Xanthium left. After all, except for this yard, the entire Zhuangzi lived with ordinary people, and they didn't even know that Tingfeng Pavilion had set foot in this place.Furthermore, even if it is exposed, this is just an inconspicuous one among the countless strongholds of Tingfeng Pavilion. Although it is a bit regrettable, to Lang Ling, it is not even a heartache.

He lifted his feet up the creaking stairs, his pace was unhurried and unhurried, rewinding the wooden boards under his feet rhythmically, and it sounded a bit of primitive charm.It has been cloudy and rainy for many days, and there is no surprise that there is some cold and damp air in the building. At this time, it diffuses faintly, and it does not affect Lang Ling, but it makes the cocklebur in his arms tremble.

Sensing the strange movement of the person in her arms, Lang Ling, who was in a trance, came back to her senses, and subconsciously put some internal energy on the cocklebur, just like those cold nights spent in the long foggy valley.

The warm current flowed through the whole body, and the cocklebur gritted the molars fiercely, and put his head in Langling's arms, even the slight trembling of his body was suppressed by him.

He has many and difficult missions, and he almost has to fight with his life. Although the external injuries have healed, there are many hidden wounds in the body, and most of them are on the meridians. They can't be seen on the surface, but they are actually fragile and sensitive. tight.Langling's internal energy came into his body, and she spontaneously repaired his meridians. Although it wasn't enough to clear up those dark wounds, it was enough to make him feel a little relaxed, like soaking in a warm hot spring.

He gripped Langling's clothes tightly, pulled out huge folds from the smooth clothes, and restrained his body's instinct to get close.

He usually stretched himself too tight, like a string that never let go, almost ruining his body.If it was like this all the time, even though his life would be shortened, at least he would still be able to hold on until his death. The only bad thing was that Lang Ling had taken care of him too well after these days of tossing, so he let go of the tension At this time, all the pains that were suppressed before came up, like a mountain and a tsunami, tormenting him unspeakably, and his body instinctively approached the source that could relieve the pain, and even lost the vigilance he should have.

That's the worst thing that can happen to a killer.As a top killer, Xanthium is used to the tragedies of being betrayed because of his belief in one person. He even completed many missions to hunt and kill his colleagues in this way, so he feels particularly repulsed by this.

Countless blood lessons told him that once he lost his vigilance against someone, that killer's life would soon come to an end.

He is not afraid of death.In this line of work, most people will die. He who can wash his hands and get out of the quagmire will never survive. He didn't expect such a miracle to happen to him, so he made up his mind early.

However, probably because of human nature, he still hopes to live in his own heart, although he doesn't know the meaning of living.

maybe just for...

Xanthium subconsciously let go of one hand, lightly touched the black cloth covering his eyes, and then realized his movement, put down his hand again as a cover, and tightly grasped Langling's clothes.

Fortunately, Lang Ling was obviously absent-minded, and she didn't even notice the strange little movements of the cocklebur, she just frowned and thought about something, showing a bit of distress.When he reached the third floor, he lowered his head and asked Cockle, "There are four guest rooms, which one do you want to live in?"

Xanthium felt that he would not stay for long, and did not have any requirements, so he just whispered, "As you wish."

Langling frowned, thought for a while, and then made a decision: "In that case, you can live with me." Such a weak and dangerous guy, if he doesn't keep him by his side, he is really worried in various aspects.

Cocklebur replied flatly, "Yes".

Lang Ling took him into her bedroom.The bedroom is connected to the study room, but there is no door connecting the corridor to the outside. Only after entering from the study room can the door to the bedroom be found. The design is ingenious.

But this time when Lang Ling pushed the door open, she found that someone was already sitting on the edge of her bed.The man was propped on one leg, and the other leg was dangling, looking very leisurely, and with that iconic red dress, who else was it?

Langling glanced at him, but she didn't seem surprised, she just sighed: "Why do you want to open the window instead of going up the good stairs?"

"It's so slow to walk up the stairs." Chi Sui glanced at Xanthium intentionally or unintentionally, and snorted, "You really brought people here."

Lang Ling was noncommittal.

Chi Suisu is familiar with him, so it is not surprising that he can guess some of his plans, and it is not surprising that he can guess some of his plans.It's just this tone, no matter how you listen to it, you don't want to be beaten.

Cocklebur curled up quietly in Langling's arms, didn't understand and didn't make a sound, but looked very docile, pale and weak, harmless to humans and animals, causing Chi Sui to look at him a few times and click his tongue twice. He shook his head deliberately and sighed.

Langling ignored him, just put the cocklebur on the bed, pulled the quilt up for him, and said in a low voice, "It's good to rest." Turning around, she warned Chi Sui, "Don't make trouble."

Chi Sui shrugged nonchalantly: "I'm going to that Huishan Mountain in the afternoon to search for medicine. After all, it's a patient I've dealt with. Why do I have to do some doctor's duties before leaving to make trouble?"

He glanced at Xanthium, thought of something, and smiled with interest: "Besides, I'll help you examine him up and down, inside and out, don't you feel relieved? "

Langling: "..."

Look at the words of tigers and wolves!

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