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Since Langling made such a promise, Cang'er thought about it and decided to stay overnight.

Maybe he didn't realize it himself, but he had gradually started to trust Lang Ling.Although this trust may be only the size of a fingernail, and although Lang Ling still needs to go a long and difficult journey to give him his life, some things, once started, will inevitably sink deeper and deeper.

This tiny change, even before Xanthium noticed it, was already keenly captured by Lang Ling.If he had the heart, he could even coax this ignorant person into a deadly trap bit by bit, and then kill him with one blow.

No chance of escape is left.

"Ghost Bat" is really dangerous, too dangerous.As long as he is still alive, that sharp knife will always hang over the heads of all respectable people in the world.There is no standard, and I don’t know how to defend myself. As long as you are selected, even if you have all kinds of calculations and ambitions, you should obediently bring them into the coffin.

Even Lang Ling, after seeing the tip of the iceberg of cocklebur's assassination ability, couldn't guarantee that she would survive the assassination of that person with all her strength.

After all, he didn't forget that there is no one in Gu Mo Ridge who can't know Gu.

But when he saw Xanthium sat upright on the edge of the bed and politely asked him "Can you stay overnight tonight", he suddenly couldn't remember how dangerous this guy was.

He nodded and was about to say something when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Xanthium became vigilant in an instant, and turned out of the window without making a sound.Lang Ling only had to turn her head, and then looked inside the room, and the man had disappeared.

Lang Ling knew that since he wanted to stay overnight, he probably wouldn't go too far at this time, and probably hid under the window sill, so she opened the door with confidence.

It was Liu Sequoia.

He came alone this time, and when he saw Lang Ling open the door, he lowered his voice and said, "Brother Lang, it's inside."

Langling let him in calmly, poured him some tea, and then asked, "Did Brother Liu find out what?"

Liu Hongshan took a sip of tea, slowed down, and said in a deep voice: "This banquet was hosted by the third and fourth elders of Qianyumen with the assistance of their young sect. I heard from their disciples that the old sect of Qianyumen The Lord may soon pass on their Young Sect Master. If your plan is carried out, this period of time will be a good opportunity. The Songbian faction still hasn’t sent anyone, but just now I ran into the young man from Jiuxing Palace on the street Palace Master, that guy has always had a very good friendship with Qian Yumen Young Sect Master, there is no guarantee that he won't mess up your plan, he should have made preparations earlier."

The cocklebur hidden outside the house heard the familiar term, the tips of its ears moved slightly, and it raised its head.

Inside the room, Lang Ling frowned: "Lan Yi? I have other plans for that man, so I don't care about him for now."

"That's right, brother Lang is far-sighted, how could I not even consider this, I was too worried." Liu Hongshan brushed the heat in the cup with the tea lid, "Then does brother Lang have company, or do you plan to have a game? "

"Of course I have company." Lang Ling nodded slightly, "He is not in good health and can't stand the bumps. You and I were in a hurry to find out more information, so I asked him not to come with us. It doesn't matter if we travel slowly. But he It should be here tomorrow at the latest.”

Liu Hongshan was stunned.

It was the first time he heard Lang Ling say such gentle and considerate words, the protection and pampering in the words were almost overflowing, once people heard it, they knew that this person was not something dispensable to Lang Ling It's not a toy, but a treasure that is really pampered on the tip of my heart.

But he had never heard of Lang Ling being so nice to anyone, not even rumors about it.

He tentatively asked: "I don't know... which family's lady is it?"

Lang Ling smiled but said nothing, just said: "Liu brother, don't worry, when he arrives tomorrow, I will give Liu a good introduction."

Liu Hongshan knocked on the sidelines and said a few more words, but Lang Ling blocked them back without any leaks.After eating a few soft nails, Liu Hongshan finally gave up the attempt to inquire, and got up and said goodbye resentfully: "It turns out that brother Lang has already made up his mind, and it's because the younger brother is worried too much, so it's not annoying. Brother Lang rested earlier. stop."

Langling sent them off with a smile on her face.After Liu Hongshan left, he closed the door, listened carefully for a while, and confirmed that Liu Hongshan would not turn around suddenly, then opened the window and whispered: "Cocklebur?"

Cocklebur came in through the window.

As soon as he came in, he was hugged by Lang Ling and carried him to the bed.Langling lit a soothing incense, and helped him undress himself, but stopped while taking off his shoes and socks.

The cocklebur didn't know why, so he shook his foot lightly, and then felt that the sole of his foot was being held.

Langling saw burn marks on his feet.The marks are already very shallow, roughly the scars of many years ago, only in some places there is still a darker color, and it is hard to see when the light is dim, but now that it is close, and the light is burning brightly, it can be seen It was immediately recognized as a scar left by a burn.

Langling touched the scar, her voice was so low that she couldn't hear clearly: "This...how did you do it?"

Cocklebur reacted for a while before realizing that Lang Ling was talking about the burn on his foot.He tilted his head in confusion and thought for a while, then said indifferently: "It's been too long, I don't remember."

But the more he understates, the more Lang Ling can't feel relaxed.

Cocklebur is not a constitution that is prone to scars. Lang Ling has seen the scars on his abdomen and back. Nine out of ten of them were large enough to be fatal. Smaller and shallower wounds will not leave marks on his body at all, even There are scars left, and many of them are gradually fading and disappearing.Even so, these scars on his feet still stubbornly exist after many years, even if they have faded, it cannot be denied how serious the injury was.

Xanthium sensitively sensed that Lang Ling was in a bad mood.He thought that Lang Ling was very concerned about this issue, so he thought hard for a long time.

But he really couldn't remember it, he could only remember the blazing flames and the falling pieces of wood piecemeal.

He seemed to be in... a house then?

Xanthium finally shook his head: "I can't remember everything."

Lang Ling saw his reluctance.He took off the shoes and socks for Xanthium, turned on the bed himself, held her in his arms, and said softly, "Can you tell me if you remember something?"

Xanthium was still alert, he turned back, faced Langling, buried his face in Langling's chest, and said sullenly, "The house is on fire...I'm inside."

Even though this person was safe and sound in her arms, Lang Ling still felt her heart constrict for a moment, and asked involuntarily, "And then?"

"I don't remember..." Cocklebur was really tired, probably because of the influence of the requiem incense, he was a little drowsy in the reassuring breath of Lang Ling, "It happened when I was a child..."

Lang Ling's hand around his waist slowly tightened, and she asked softly, "When were you young?"

"...Six or seven years old?" Xanthium said slowly.

"Where are your... parents? Are they not here?" Lang Ling felt that the half-asleep Xanthium could talk a lot, so she asked tentatively.

"Not here." Cocklebur's voice sank, "They... have sold me."

Lang Ling's heart skipped a beat.He didn't dare to ask any more, for fear of poking the sad thing about Xanthium.

But he stopped asking, and the cocklebur continued to talk instead.His voice was tired, low as if he was muttering to himself: "I kind of...remember..."

"Fire everywhere...I ran outside..."

"The beam of the house collapsed... it fell right behind me..."

"I can only run...to the place where the fire is the least..."

Lang Ling noticed that the person in her arms was trembling, as if recalling some kind of pain.He silently hugged him a little tighter, comforting him silently.

Xanthium paused for a long time before saying in a very low voice, "My eyes hurt."

Lang Ling thought that his eyes were really hurting, and when he thought of his eyes that were good and bad, she felt a little dignified, fearing that something might go wrong, so she tried to wake him up: "What's wrong? Show me."

But the cocklebur didn't look up.As if he didn't hear it, he still muttered to himself.

"The ground is hot..." His voice gradually became blurred, and the volume also decreased, "I ran out...and I couldn't see anything..."

He fell silent and fell asleep soundly.

But Lang Ling heard the last sentence clearly.He froze there, unable to speak for a long time.

After a long time, he moved back and carefully placed his palm on the cocklebur eyes.The body temperature belonging to another person spread to his hands, and through the thin black cloth, he could still feel the restless trembling of the eyeballs under the eyelids of Xanthium.

It turns out that his eyes...is that why he can't see?

It turns out that from such an early age... this person has been living alone in the endless darkness.

In fact, Langling has regretted it since the first time she took off the black cloth that covered her eyes.

At that time, he only regretted that the man killed decisively but couldn't look at him, regretted that his world was always dark and dead, and regretted that he missed countless magnificence...

It wasn't until he was at the Liu family banquet that he really saw those opened, clear and agile eyes.

Those eyes were exactly the same as the ones he imagined the cockleburs would open.

He began to regret that those beautiful eyes that were supposed to be able to speak were forever hidden under the eyelids.

He knew that those few days of light must have a price.In connection with the identity of the cocklebur Gu Moling, he can probably guess that it is a kind of Gu insect.

As for Xanthium, perhaps it was for this reason that they sold themselves in Gu Mo Ridge.

He suddenly remembered the small strand that was always missing at the position close to the heart when he imparted energy to the cocklebur, and when he was probing, the cocklebur suddenly hurt so much that he trembled all over.

It really is fate Gu.

The life Gu that is planted in the mouth of a person can control the life and death of the person being planted.

Langling's hand has been covering the eyes of cocklebur and has not moved away.This was the first time that he didn't throw away his hand in disgust when he thought that the body under his palm might be lodged with Gu worms, but felt it silently, wondering if that person would be in pain.

He didn't know what kind of Gu was in the eyes of the cocklebur, maybe it was some kind of newly cultivated Gu, but he knew that planting life Gu was very painful.

It hurts enough to make people die, and there is no longer any thought of resistance.

At this time, Xanthium seemed to feel uncomfortable with the heavy eyelids, and shook his head slightly, trying to shake off Langling's hand.It's a pity that Langling's hand was placed very firmly, the cocklebur gave up after trying twice without shaking it off, and arched into Langling's arms, her breathing calmed down again, clear and shallow, it was rare to sleep peacefully.

Langling stroked his back lightly, with pity in her eyes that she hadn't even noticed.He listened to the breathing of cocklebur, and slowly fell asleep.

The author has something to say: Question: When did Cang Cang talk the most?

Answer: When you are half asleep and half awake.

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