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Lang Ling was sitting on a chair, and Xan'er was kneeling straight, just enough to put her face on Lang Ling's lap.

He just stuck to it without moving, even breathing slowly and lightly, obediently like a domestic cat.

Lang Ling froze, and the strength in her hands dissipated unconsciously.He stared blankly at Xanthium, and then recalled the confrontation just now, he felt a little dazed for a moment, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

Obviously, the two beasts were about to start a fight, but one of them suddenly gave in and exposed its throat and belly to the other. How could it be possible to fight?

I had no choice but to give up.

Langling sighed imperceptibly, but didn't repel it too much, reached out and patted Xan'er's shoulder, and pulled him up from the ground: "Stop kneeling, the ground is cold, get up and move a chair... um. "

He frowned, remembered that the chairs were all downstairs, and was concerned about the injury of Xanthium, so he changed his words: "Forget it, just sit in my arms."

Xanthium obediently complied, following Lang Ling's strength, she sat into his arms.

He was more than half a head shorter than Lang Ling, and his figure had always been thin and thin. Now that he was held in Lang Ling's arms, with the sleeves of his toga covered, he was almost invisible when viewed from behind.

Asking Xan'er to sit in her arms, Lang Ling did whatever she wanted.When he really sat on his lap, he thought of some questions that he hadn't thought of just now.

Sitting like this, how can he read the files again?How can I write another reply?What if the cocklebur knew what he wrote when he heard the sound of writing, and the information leaked?

As one question after another was thrown down, Lang Ling really felt her head was as big as a bucket, and wished she could beat herself up for being self-willed just now.

He subconsciously rubbed his temples, but he unexpectedly found that his headache had been relieved a lot after such a treatment, and he couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed.

Forget it, left and right are just some trivial matters, he picks out the unimportant ones to look at, and listens to them when people hear them, it's not important.

So he took the cocklebur to his bosom, circled around the man and put away the file that was spread out on the table, took another roll and spread it out, from now on

Xan'er looked over the dossier over his shoulder, writing while reading.

Xanth sat obediently in Langling's arms, maintaining a posture that did not move at all, just thinking of herself as a puppet.

It was almost midnight at this time, the sky was overcast outside, the moonlight and stars were all covered by clouds, it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, and even the inside of the room was pitch black, only the bean lamp that was lit on Lang Ling's table was still scattered Warm and glowing, there is an inexplicable comfort in people's hearts.

It's just that the lights were a bit dim. Lang Ling looked at the file through the cocklebur, and some small characters could not be read clearly, so he leaned forward, trying to see more clearly.

The distance between the two was already extremely close, and when Lang Ling leaned over like this, her chin brushed against Cang'er's shoulder naturally.

Cocklebur moved uncomfortably.

Lang Ling was ignorant, but when he got close, he could smell a faint fragrance from the cocklebur body. After careful study, it was like rosin that had passed through the snow.This breath miraculously soothed the irritability in his heart, calming his heart down little by little, and gradually he felt a little quieter than the years.

He sniffed it calmly and carefully, and secretly took note of the smell, then lowered his eyes and looked back to the file, silently planning to go back and send someone to try to make a similar incense.

What a sensitive person Xanthium is, ordinary physical contact still makes him vigilant and uncomfortable, not to mention this kind of contact where the snorts are all under the distance of his neck.

But he held back and remained motionless, but his body still felt a little unconsciously stiff.

Lang Ling sensed his discomfort, tightened her arms slightly, and said with a chuckle, "If you didn't come to kill me, then relax."

Xanth froze, Yiyan slowly relaxed his body, and carefully leaned against Lang Ling's arms.

Lang Ling only thought that his every move was extremely interesting, so she couldn't help becoming more interested, and became more curious about his life experience. Leaning on, there was a rare bit of laziness between the brows: "How old are you, do you still remember?"

He originally thought that this guy who forgot his name probably wouldn't remember his age, but Xanthia did a silent calculation in his mind, and returned after a while: "22."

He was actually two years younger than him.

Langling was thinking in her heart, but her face remained calm, she just brought up the old incident in Changwugu: "You don't even remember your name, why do you remember your age?"

"I don't remember." Cocklebur said calmly, "The Lord said it."

"Your lord? Turning into a nightmare?" Lang Ling was slightly surprised, "He still pays attention to this?"

Xanthium was silent for a long while before slowly opening his mouth: "Twelve years ago, the Lord said he was ten years old."

Now 12 years have passed in a blink of an eye, he should be 22.

Lang Ling heard a trace of nostalgia from his tone.He tentatively opened his mouth: "Hua Yan... is your master, what about others?"

This time the cocklebur was silent for a longer time before softly saying, "He's fine."

"Really?" Langling twisted a lock of cocklebur's long hair and played with her fingertips, "So far, you are the only one I have seen who said he is very good."

Cocklebur stopped talking.He remained silent, refusing to continue the subject.

Lang Ling knew what he was worried about.He sighed, and said helplessly, "I didn't want to talk to you... well, just ask about you, how about it?"

He added in his heart, it wouldn't be such a thing if he wanted to say something.

Cocklebur nodded slightly.

"You became Hua Yan's subordinate 12 years ago." Lang Ling thought for a moment, then turned her head to look at him, "If I remember correctly, 'Ghost Bat' became famous in Jianghu ten years ago... "

Ah, ten years ago.

This guy is only 12 years old.

Langling was in a daze for a moment, then settled her mind, and then asked, "What were you doing during the two years you were vacant?"

Xanthium's answer was as concise as ever: "Practice."

is it?

Langling stared at the cocklebur for a moment.

Tingfeng Pavilion is an organization that collects intelligence, and the intelligence of all major events will go through his hands as the pavilion owner.Just now he didn't realize it, but after checking the timeline in his mind, he found out with horror that during the two years when the cocklebur "disappeared", he was actually facing the two masters in the Chifeng sect who had become obsessed for unknown reasons and had lost their martial arts. Year.

The Chifeng Gate was originally one of the largest sects in the Jianghu. After these two years, its strength has plummeted, but the lean camels are bigger than horses. After all, they lingered for a long time. It was not until the sect master was assassinated that the entire sect fell irreparably and completely collapsed scattered.

And if he remembered correctly, it was Ghost Bat Cocklebur who assassinated the head of Chifeng Sect.

That was also the starting point for cocklebur to become more and more famous in the rivers and lakes.

Langling stared at Xan'er for a long time, Xan'er was expressionless, even after he stared for a long time, a little puzzled expression appeared on his face.

Lang Ling lowered her eyes, half closed her eyes, covering the sharp light flashing past in her eyes.

Because of his status, he knows more than ordinary people.For example, the reason why those masters are useless in martial arts is not because of madness, but because of Gu insects, Gu insects that suck energy.

After Chifeng Gate was destroyed, Gu Mo Ridge was born out of nowhere.He would never believe it if he said that it had nothing to do with it.

It's just that he believes that even if this matter is related to Gu Mo Ridge, it will not be the work of cocklebur.

This person, whose hands were covered with blood but was still so pure, didn't have so many twists and turns.

He suddenly didn't want to test anything anymore, and sighed faintly: "It's been ten years, how did you survive like this?"

Cocklebur was puzzled.

Lang Ling obviously didn't want to talk to him, she just ruffles his long hair, blows out the oil lamp, hugs him, stands up, and walks to the bedroom.

"It's too late now, you need to wear this outfit first." Langling said as she walked, "When you wake up, I'll ask someone to cut two suits for you."

Cocklebur simply refused: "No need."

"Why?" Lang Ling was surprised.

Xanthium was silent for a moment, turned her face around, looked at him and said seriously: "No money."

Lang Ling was almost amused by him: "How could that be? The reward for your mission is not low. I see that you live in such a simple way. How can you have no money?"

It's not that he hasn't hired killers before, he knows that those guys ask for a lot of money, and taking a big order is enough for an ordinary person to live half his life, and the salary of cocklebur should not be lower than them.

Unexpectedly, Xanthium said blankly: "There is no reward."

Langling was taken aback for a moment, then slowly frowned: "You...are you from a dead warrior?"

Cocklebur shook his head.

"That's right, I haven't heard of Gu Mo Ridge dead men." Lang Ling said to herself, and then asked him, "There is no reward, so what about the bounty? Or will he give you monthly money?"

"No." Cocklebur answered bluntly.

Lang Ling frowned even deeper.

It happened that he had already walked to the bed, so he put him on the bed, looked down at him cautiously, and after a while, said slowly: "Then why did you work hard for him? To repay the favor?"

Xanthium had never thought about this question, and was momentarily stunned by Lang Ling's question.

Yeah, why?

He is indeed very poor, and all his belongings are only those two sets of clothes, a bunch of potions, Gu worms, some odds and ends of hidden weapons, and the dagger that Lang Ling confiscated. clean.

Gu Moling never gave him a penny, and Hua Yan just threw him some one-time gadgets every time he sent him a mission. He didn't even say whether it was enough or not.

At first, he only thought that he was repaying his favor, until he accidentally slipped his mouth once, and the person in the fiery red robe listened to him.

He still remembers the man sitting in the hall, crossing his legs, and said to him with a half-smile: "I don't do you any favors. I will heal your eyes, so you have to do something for me to pay me back. This is a transaction, there is no need to repay favors or not, understand?"

He remembered that he kowtowed and agreed.

It's just that the good "do one thing" that was promised back then has turned into countless things.

Ordinary people would definitely say that he was cheated, but only Xanthium knew best that he didn't want to leave.because……

"Nowhere else to go, no other way," he whispered.

The author has something to say: Cang Cang: I am poor and white, really.

Langling: ... So, how did the top killer in the world get into such a miserable situation like you?