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Facts have proved that Xanthium is not the kind of person who does not know the depths, especially for his own situation.Although this pool of soup medicine can bring him a lot of benefits, but the medicinal properties are indeed extremely strong, and it will prevent damage to the body after soaking for a long time, so when he sensed the limit of his body, he reached out his hand to Lang Ling in time.

Lang Ling followed his will and pulled him up, pulled the towel around him almost subconsciously, and said softly: "I have ordered someone to prepare hot water, and I will take you to take a bath later."

Cocklebur gave a low "hmm".

The bath towel wasn't long enough, the upper part was draped over his shoulders, and the lower part exposed a section of his calf. The room was warm, but it didn't get cold, so there was no serious problem.It's just that Langling was careful, and noticed at a glance that his calf was trembling slightly, which seemed to be the instinctive reaction of his muscles when his strength was exhausted. How many weights.

"It's really light enough." Lang Ling commented, smiling, "I thought you'd be soaked in it until you passed out. Aren't you afraid that I won't keep my promise and withdraw the medicinal bath tomorrow? Your body injury, It’s not easy to think about it.”

People who practice martial arts will more or less have chronic illnesses, and if they accumulate too much, it will be a big trouble in martial arts, and it will even endanger their lives. Therefore, if they find a cure, most people will not let it go easily.Especially for a killer like cocklebur, who usually suffers a lot of injuries and seldom heals them. It is a rare opportunity, and it is an opportunity that is held in the hands of others who does not know when it will be taken back.

But when Xanthium left the pond, he didn't remember it, as if he never thought that he would break his promise, which inevitably made him a little curious.

This guy is not a gullible character.

Having been hugged by Lang Ling many times, Xan'er is very used to the sympathy he shows at any time, but every time he has to stretch out his arms to wrap around Lang Ling's neck.

Not to appear intimate, but to prevent Lang Ling from suddenly letting go and throwing him off.

Hearing Lang Ling's words, he tilted his head, as if wondering why Lang Ling would ask such a stupid question.

But he still replied: "It doesn't matter."

No matter what Langling thinks, he always feels that he is only a prisoner, and that he has not lost his life is considered a special kindness. As for the healing, it is counted as one time, which is not something he can care about.

Moreover, as a killer, he would never let himself fall into a coma at will, that would be tantamount to pushing himself to death.

But there was no need to explain these to Lang Ling, so he only said such a brief sentence, then turned away and stopped talking.

Lang Ling was thoughtful, and she didn't say anything since then, she just carried him to the bathroom, and after he cleaned up, she brought him back to the bedroom.

Although it has been wiped with a towel, the cocklebur's hair is still slightly wet, hanging on the shoulders, still intertwined in small strands, looking a bit messy.

This hairstyle surprisingly made him look a bit more popular, he was no longer a piece of temperatureless ice on the eternal snow mountain, even though he still had an expressionless iceberg face.

Lang Ling looked at it, laughed inexplicably, and took the opportunity to put him on the bed and rubbed his head.

It's even more chaotic.

So the curvature of the corners of Langling's lips became more and more obvious, she endured and endured, and finally turned her face away, and let out a muffled laugh.

Cocklebur heard him laugh, but didn't understand why, just looked in his direction with pure doubt and bewilderment on his face.

Langling laughed for a long while, then gradually quieted down, suddenly remembered something, and suddenly sighed softly.

He hadn't been this happy in a long time.As the head of the pavilion, the burdensome and trivial matters have long made the corners of his lips unable to lift a smile. However, the inevitable banquet requires him to be exquisite and good at dancing, so he has gradually become accustomed to wearing a hypocritical mask and talking with others. People deal with each other, drinking and talking, pretending to be false, thinking that they are striving for the best interests.

It has to be said that he is good at this way, and the status of Tingfeng Pavilion today is the result.If no one is lobbying, how can an organization that holds the secrets of various sects be allowed to exist in the Jianghu?

He just feels tired.

Living in such a hypocrisy, anyone will feel tired.

So in private, especially when Tingfengge was processing files, he hardly smiled. Even because of long-term migraines, he always frowned, rested his forehead, and looked suppressed and irritable, so that From the hidden guards to his subordinates, no one dared to touch him at this time.

As for the other times, even when Chi Sui joked with him, he was probably annoyed and helpless, but he couldn't show a smile anymore.

However, he laughed for so long today, it seemed that he didn't even have a headache anymore, just because of the man's long disheveled hair and expressionless face.

Langling went to fetch the comb, and slowly combed the wanton winding long hair. Seeing that the cocklebur was still confused, she said with a smile: "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

Xanthium quickly gave up trying to figure out why he was laughing, and obediently lowered her head a little to make it easier for him to do something.

Lang Ling looked down at the top of his hair, unconsciously, her mind changed slightly.

He originally kept the cocklebur in order to shoulder the responsibilities, so as not to become a knot in the end that hinders martial arts, so he kept the cocklebur for one month, which was exactly what he wanted, and he just waited for the time to let him go Leave, and never have anything to do again.

As it should be.

It's just that now he suddenly felt that it would be good to have such a person in Tingfeng Pavilion, let him tease him every day, after all, he could adjust the boring life and add some fun.

He listened to Fengge and didn't mind having an extra mouth to eat.

As for those medicinal materials, although they are not very common, they are not too precious, and he can still afford them.

Langling combed the cocklebur's hair, put the comb aside casually, and said casually: "Don't lie down if your hair is dry, sit for a while, and then sleep when it is completely dry."

Xanthium nodded quietly, looked up at him, and suddenly asked, "What about you?"

"I still have things to deal with, so you go to bed first...Although you probably won't be able to sleep, it's better to rest a little longer." Langling looked down at Xanthium, "I don't know how long I will stay in the study, if you sleep Now, you don't have to wait for me; if you can't sleep and are bored, you can come to find me next door."

Cocklebur gave a soft "huh".

Langling saw his fingertips move slightly, as if she wanted to keep him... or maybe she wanted to kill him?

Who knows.

He pretended not to see, just leaned over, rubbed the hair of cocklebur, turned around to leave, but turned back as if remembering something, and said unintentionally: "By the way, 27 dark guards tonight They are all on duty, if you need anything, just call them."

Cocklebur subconsciously straightened his body, and nodded slowly.

He understood the faint warning in those words.

That was Lang Ling telling him: Don't try to mess around in my territory.

Seeing his serious face, Langling knew that he understood, so she smiled in satisfaction, turned around and left.

He is a smart man, much better than those single-minded killers.He thought casually as he walked, and his thoughts drifted to other places unconsciously.

Hmm... That hair feels good when rubbed, smooth and soft.

If you have a chance, you can knead a few more.

Unbeknownst to Xanthium, Langling had developed a new hobby in just a short time, and he missed his long hair.He sat quietly on the bed for a while, and instead of lying down to sleep immediately, he followed Lang Ling's instructions to dry his half-dry hair.

In these trivial matters, he is still very happy to abide by other people's rules.

After all, this way of appearing obedient can also lower the vigilance of others.

He sat quietly, listening intently to the slight noises from the next room. After a while, he couldn't stay still, slowly moved his position, and slipped out of the bed without a sound.

This room is not big, and the interior layout is also simple to the point of rudimentary, except for a bed, a small table with only a candlestick on it, and a hanger for hanging clothes, there is nothing left.

Xanthium searched around lightly, did not dare to go to the door, only went to the window, and groped carefully along the window frame.

The window was repaired spaciously, there was a bolt inside, but it was not plugged in, and it was wide open, it seemed that he was not afraid of him turning over and escaping.The wind is blowing outside, and the cool wind is blowing in, with the smell of grass, trees and soil, and there is a hint of the temptation of freedom.

However, the cocklebur just stood there and sniffed carefully for a while, then left quietly.

He is not stupid, the window is open, but it is not enough for people to pass through. If he opens the window at this time, he will inevitably disturb Lang Ling next door and the hidden guards in the courtyard, not to mention that he has recovered less than [-]% of his power now. If you can't even land from the third floor safe and sound, how can you have the strength to escape the pursuit?

It's no wonder that Lang Ling felt relieved to leave him alone in the house.

Xanthium sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the lights in the next room for a while, and suddenly remembered what Lang Ling said that he could go to him, hesitated for a moment, and stood up based on the principle of being familiar with the terrain, slowly Go to the next door.

He walked silently, his footsteps were as light as a cat, and he was dressed in black. If someone looked at him suddenly, he would break out in cold sweat, and he had hit a ghost.

It's just that the "ghost" just floated to the door of the room, when he heard a voice calling him flatly: "I knew you would not settle down, what's the matter, come and talk."

It was Lang Ling who spoke.

Presumably he had anticipated Xanth's thoughts, so there was no surprise on his face, he just raised his eyes to look at Xan'er, and kept brushing.

The cocklebur stood still and did not move for a long time.

Langling approved a few difficult files, and she was inevitably a little irritable. Seeing that he hadn't come for a long time, she unconsciously revealed a bit of domineering in her bones, and emphasized her tone: "Either come here, or go back to sleep, the chaos in the middle of the night shake what?"

pressure.

Cocklebur's fingertips curled up slightly.

That was instinctive vigilance, a subconscious defense in the face of an existence much stronger than oneself.

Langling has been taking good care of him these few days, always treating him as nicely as possible, which made him almost forget that the man in front of him is also one of the top masters in the arena today, and he is the one who is stepping on the bones and blood of his enemies. Killed Shura.

His assassination targets also include masters of the rivers and lakes, but so far, he has never experienced this kind of oppressive feeling on anyone other than Lang Ling, who makes the hairs stand on end just by revealing the slightest.

Xanthium quickly made a judgment in his heart.

It is impossible to defeat him, even in the heyday, if you want to assassinate him, you have to bet your life.

Then there's no need to fall out.

Maybe it was because he had been thinking for a long time, Lang Ling had already stopped writing, her eyes were staring at him coldly, no expression could be seen.

Xanthium finally raised his foot and walked slowly towards Langling.

Lang Ling didn't respond at all, but in reality she was secretly on guard, accumulating strength in her palms.

He did have a little liking for Xanthium, but it wasn't enough to make him put his own safety at risk.If Xanthium really has any bad intentions, he will never show mercy.

The feeling of oppression is getting heavier.

There was an indistinct thin layer of sweat on Xanthium's forehead, but he didn't even change his rhythm, just walked over slowly, slowly.

There were only two people in the room, one of them was sitting still, and the other was slowly approaching, without any drastic movements, but the aura stirred, as if two invisible beasts were fighting.

The atmosphere was suffocating.

Until the killer in the navy blue robe slowly moved closer, knelt down slowly, and carefully put his face on the lap of the pavilion master.

Like that night in Long Foggy Hollow.

The author has something to say: Lang·Jia Da Ye Da·Ling: If you can afford it, let's raise it.

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