blue wind

Cang Er has always known that Lang Ling's qinggong is very good, but he didn't know that he could easily fly over the water with a person alone. Now that he is huddled in Lang Ling's arms and blowing the cool wind blowing towards his face, he knows that he still underestimated him. This is the top master in the rivers and lakes.

However, he has always been sensitive to people's emotions. He knew that when Lang Ling saw the wound on the boat, he offended Lang Ling. She looked at him, but now she still nestled obediently in Lang Ling's arms and dared not make a sound.

So Langling was able to easily grab the bat that only bites and sucks blood, and brought it back to Lingshuang Inn.

Xanthium didn't even have a chance to touch the ground—Lang Ling hugged him all the way, carefully hiding his face, and didn't put him on the bed until he was in the inn room.

After the Xanthium was settled, Langling found a tube of plaster from the luggage, lifted up the clothes of the Xanthium, gently wiped it on the bruise, and patiently rubbed it away with internal strength.

His hands were not heavy, with just the right amount of strength, coupled with his internal strength, his palms were warm, and he rubbed the side of the cocklebur, as if he had applied a hot towel that could be massaged.

He had always taken good care of the cocklebur, so when the cocklebur felt comfortable, he stretched out his body as a habit, without realizing that under Lang Ling's hands, he was just like a cat with its belly exposed and begging to be petted.

Of course, Langling slapped her twice unceremoniously.It's just that he looked at the black and blue, and asked thoughtfully: "Did you hurt it on purpose, otherwise Lan Yi didn't even have time to hold a weapon, how could he hurt you with his bare hands?"

Xanth turned its head sideways, faced his direction and let out a nonchalant "hmm".

Seeing his appearance, Lang Ling slightly retracted her expression, but she didn't stop moving her hands, she still rubbed him slowly: "Let me guess, maybe you didn't bother to hide because you didn't think the injury was fatal. stop?"

Cocklebur fell silent.He admitted it readily, but in the face of the obvious anger in Lang Ling's words, he was rarely confident enough.

Although he did think so.

Seeing his expression, Lang Ling could know the answer, and laughed back in a moment of anger: "Why, if you have the guts to admit that it was intentional, don't you have the guts to admit what you think?"

His anger was so obvious that Xanthium put him on the alert list immediately, curled up, distanced himself from his hand in an instant, and looked at him cautiously.

Langling's anger was stuffed in her chest, she couldn't take it back, she couldn't let it out, she felt extremely uncomfortable.He took two deep breaths, managed to stabilize his emotions, and murmured: "If I die early one day, it must be because of you."

Xanthium obviously heard it, and a perplexed expression appeared on his face.

How could it be because of him, his master didn't seem to want him to attack Lang Ling?

"Come on, let me get into debt." Lang Ling glanced at him, but waved him over helplessly, "Come here, I'll wipe your face."

Xanthium paused for a while, seeing that Langling was still stretching out her hand, as if she didn't seem to want to settle accounts with Qiuhou, then slowly moved back, and let Langling wipe off the rouge and powder with a wet handkerchief that she didn't know where.

Lang Ling also untied all the braids he had braided by himself, so Xan'er's soft hair fell loose again, and at first there were a little intertwined strands, but after Lang Ling took a comb and straightened it again, it returned to its original appearance.

When doing all this, Lang Ling was silent, because Cocklebur never liked to speak, so the atmosphere was a little quiet, but under the silence there were some dark tides.

Langling would never have serious words to say to Xanthium.So he put down the comb, and after being in a daze for a while, he was still very soft when he spoke again: "Scared you? Sorry."

Cocklebur shook his head lightly.

Langling hesitated for a long time, and finally stretched out her hand as if making up her mind, looked at Xanthium, and said in a warm voice: "After all, this is the first time I have liked someone, please give me more advice."

Xanthium subconsciously placed her hand on his palm and tilted her head.

Looking at Cang Er's dazed and ignorant expression, Lang Ling smiled wryly.

Sure enough, he still didn't understand anything.

But after accepting her hazy intentions all this time, Lang Ling felt a lot more relaxed, and smiled and held Xan'er's hand.

That hand was no different from the one he held for the first time in Long Fog Valley, it was still so slender and thin, and there were calluses left on the tiger's mouth and palm from being used to holding weapons.If there is any difference, it is a little more sensual than before, and it is no longer a skeleton.

Although Xanthium was mostly not by his side, Lang Ling stubbornly felt that it was raised by herself, so she felt a sense of accomplishment.He smiled and wanted to say something, but when he looked at Xanthium froze, he froze.

The cocklebur was watching him—the half-opened kind of gaze.There is a magnificent plum red from the fundus of his left eye, and his right eye is normal black, but it is gray and dull, like a deep pool that no longer flows, or like a deep pool that is no longer flowing. In the Long Fog Valley, there is a dead fog that lingers all year round.

Lang Ling's heart skipped a beat.Before he knew it, he had let go of Cocklebur's hand, and turned to caress the man's cheek, with his fingertips resting on the corners of his eyes.

Xanthium snorted a suspicious sound from the tip of its nose, closed its eyes unconsciously, and rubbed its face against Lang Ling's palm.

Perhaps it was because he noticed that Langling would become more soft-hearted under his coquettish behavior, and the dangerous aura on his body would become more indifferent. Xanthium has become accustomed to the cat's stinging every time Langling stretches out her hand. It seemed to rub against his palm.

But this time he failed to get the expected response.He raised his head in confusion, but Lang Ling covered his eyes.

Cocklebur was keenly aware of a kind of uneasiness.

He just doesn't care most of the time, not that he doesn't have the ability to discern things.

Langling never covered his eyes, even when they were lingering.But now, when the man was looking at him, his eyes... were covered.

Did Langling see anything?Does he feel disgusted and panicked?Does he think he is a monster?Is he going to... kill himself?

Xanth is not a person who cares about other people's opinions, but Langling's opinions determine his safety, so he cannot help being careless.Therefore, even though he couldn't figure out Langling's attitude, he still called out in a soft voice: "Langling?"

At this moment, Lang Ling caressed her eyes that were closed again, and suddenly felt an unspeakable pain in a certain corner of her heart.

It's all right.

All his guesses were correct.

He couldn't imagine the despair of the six or seven-year-old child who stumbled out of the sea of ​​flames and found that the world had turned into darkness, and he couldn't imagine how he was picked up by Huayan back to the Gu Mo Ridge when he had nowhere to go, let alone I can't imagine the heavy price to be paid from a child who should still be acting like a baby with his parents to a cold killer today.

He felt sorry for him, although that person never felt that he needed to feel sorry for him.

"You don't need to close your eyes, I see it." Lang Ling tried her best to make her voice softer and softer, "It's okay, it's okay, just open your eyes and tell me to take a good look."

Cocklebur's eyelashes trembled, brushing against Lang Ling's palm like a small fan.

He himself has never seen himself at this time, usually when he can see, the Gu worm has already hidden, when he looks in the mirror, he can only see a pair of dark eyes that are no different from ordinary people .

But he still remembered the worm he saw at the moment when the world suddenly brightened after the piercing pain when he planted the Gu - only half of it was still exposed, the other half was already buried deep in his eyes, and it was still there. Trying to drill in.The end of the tail that was magnified infinitely before his eyes was thin and long, with a hook like a scorpion tail at the end. The whole showed a gorgeous plum red color, but the carapace was pitted, like the ground hit by rain of stones.

So he automatically interpreted that what Hua Yan said might show some traces meant that Gu worms might show their figure in his eyes.

That was necessarily ugly, even disgusting.

But Langling saw it, but didn't express anything.Xanthium couldn't even tell whether he really didn't care, or if he was pretending too much and fooled himself.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and finally said softly: "It's... ugly."

"No." Langling said seriously, "No, cocklebur—do you believe me? It's very beautiful."

Cocklebur fell into a longer silence.

Finally, at a certain moment, Lang Ling felt the palm of her hand being rubbed lightly several times, and then the itch stopped at the upper part.

Cocklebur opened his eyes when he couldn't see.

But Langling didn't look at it——while taking his hand away, he first covered Xanthium's lips.

Xan'er's eyes widened, Lang Ling closed them for a while at first, then opened them, looking straight into Xan'er's dull eyes.

Their eyes met.

This time, there was no "should be", no black cloth in the way, their eyes were facing each other, and they were so close that Lang Ling could clearly see the patterns on the back of Cang'er's eyes.

...It's actually not as ugly as any of them imagined.Those plum red thin threads intertwined into countless ellipse-like patterns are imprinted in the dark eyes of Xanthium cocklebur, still flowing slowly and like water, and the darker the place, the more plum red light will be emitted. , so that the face of cocklebur was dyed with a strange color.

What Lang Ling said was right, it was quite beautiful, as beautiful as a monster.

Langling herself stared deeply at this complicated pattern, while plundering the cocklebur's breath unceremoniously.Xanthium was so dizzy by his kiss, he couldn't care about Langling's opinion of her eyes for a while, and just desperately absorbed oxygen from every gap, but in the end, she couldn't help being bullied by Langling, taking away every share of her tongue. body fluid.

When finally let go by Lang Ling, Xanthium only felt a tingling pain on his lips, and when he touched it again, it was indeed a little swollen.He pursed his lips, narrowed his expression, and lowered his eyes: "So... what?"

"I am happy with you, Xan'er." Lang Ling raised her hand and rubbed his hair, "You may not know what this means, but you should remember that I promised you, even if you are a spirit monster in the mountains , I will never harm you."

Cocklebur remembered this sentence.He gave a soft "huh".

"It is enough to remember this." Lang Ling said in a low voice.

Cocklebur watched him.At a certain moment, he suddenly felt that he seemed to understand the meaning of Lang Ling's words, but in a flash, he seemed to not understand again.

The author has something to say: Lang Ling's relationship progress: 100%

Cocklebur emotion progress: 10%

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