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Cocklebur never bothers about things he doesn't understand, so he only thinks it goes in one ear and goes out the other, and soon he doesn't care about it.

It's just that this promise still left a mark in his heart, even if it's still a tiny seed like a grain of sand.

Now all he needs to know is that Lang Ling has no intention of killing him.

The left and right are exposed, and the cocklebur no longer hides, and looks at Langling with a pair of dull eyes, and the eyeballs turn back and forth following the sound of Langling.

Langling felt sorry for his eyes, but couldn't help thinking of how Cang'er made such an action when his eyes were bright, and her heart trembled slightly for her imagination.

He couldn't help but move the head of the cocklebur to his lap, put one hand on the man's waist, and put the fingers of the other hand into the long hair of the cocklebur, combing it slowly, over and over again.

This made Xanth a little sleepy again.

He still hadn't let go of his guard against Lang Ling, but perhaps because Lang Ling's temperament was too peaceful at this time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility, so for the first time, he also decided to take a nap.

However, he still had some thoughts about the incident on the painting boat, so he asked vaguely: "Lan Yi..."

"Don't mention him, okay?" Lang Ling gently covered his mouth, "Take a rest when you're sleepy."

Xanth was silent for a while, and asked again unwillingly: "Ying Ziyu..."

Lang Ling paused with her hands combing her hair, and said softly, "Get to the bottom of it, it's not like you, Xanthium."

Cocklebur seems to be aware of this.He fell silent again, surprisingly showing a little listless feeling.

Langling sighed, and couldn't bear to see Cocklebur like this, so she had to say: "I have collected the evidence that Lan Yi planned to get close to Ying Ziyu, if all goes well, Ying Ziyu will follow the clues I gave him to investigate. Go to Lan Yi's underground secret room. That person has always been upright and will never tolerate his friend's behavior. At that time, whether it is a war or a war, I will be able to guide the Jiuxing Palace to fight with Qianyumen, so as to reap the benefits of the fisherman. Now that there is no evidence for Lan Yi's death, Ying Ziyu is naturally more inclined to slander his friend, but at most, the effect is not that good, and it will not disrupt my plan."

"Lan Yi should be killed." He paused as he spoke, his face became a bit complicated, "As for Ying Ziyu..."

Xanthium noticed the hesitation in his words, and looked at him curiously.

He had heard that man's decisive orders, harsh teasing, life-threatening arrogance, calm gentleness, murderous deterrence...but he had never heard such a feeling of lamentation in Lang Ling's voice.

The man who is always scheming and confident is even slightly lost in thought at this moment.His hands were still combing the long hair of the cocklebur, but he didn't know where to look, with some nostalgia and some sarcasm in his expression, as if he was immersed in a bad memory and couldn't help himself.

Xanthium couldn't see his expression, but could keenly sense his sinking mood in this long silence.For some unknown reason, he groped and grabbed the corner of Langling's sleeve, and pulled gently.

Lang Ling woke up like a dream: "Ah, I'm sorry. I just... remembered something."

He pinned the long hair scattered on the right side of Xanth's ear behind his ear one by one: "I think of when I was very young... I was just like him, innocent and cute and ridiculous."

Xanthi tilted his head, and the long hair that had just been pinned up slipped down again.

He let out a flat "oh".

This indifferent look shattered the nostalgic atmosphere in the room. Langling couldn't laugh or cry, rubbed his long hair vigorously, and sighed: "If any storyteller has a guest who is so incomprehensible as you, probably I will turn away angrily."

Xanthium became confused, apparently unable to figure out why the topic suddenly turned to the storyteller.

"I don't understand the style, I don't understand the style." Lang Ling obviously didn't intend to explain, he looked at the cocklebur with a smile, and as he talked, he actually laughed meaningfully, "It's pretty good."

In the brothel before, cocklebur heard customers scold those young children who are still young and unwilling to accept their new identities as "incomprehensible", and often follow up with "scumbags" and "stinky" and other extreme things. He used insulting words, so he always felt that these were extremely serious insults.It's just that these four words were repeatedly chewed in Langling's mouth, not only did they lose the frivolous and insulting meaning of those whore customers, but they also somehow made people feel a little pampered.

Like one night when he passed by the roof of a residential house covered with red lanterns under the eaves, he heard the ambiguous jokes between the newly married couple in the room.

...It's a pity that he is more sensitive than ordinary people in many things, but he is clumsy and clumsy like a piece of wood when it comes to emotions, so the words that are enough to make people blush and heartbeat, hiding Lang Ling's little selfishness, are not here. If it caused a little disturbance, at most it would remind him of that night when a couple had said such things.

In fact, he even forgot what they said, but he only vaguely remembered the tone and unconcealed friendship between the two of them.

If Lang Ling hadn't awakened some memories, he might have forgotten all about this in a while. After all, he just passed by, didn't stop, let alone kill people, and the time interval was a bit long.

Lang Ling had already known about his woodiness, so she wasn't surprised at all.In other words, it was precisely because he knew the slowness of cocklebur that he dared to blatantly carry private goods.

At this time, this dark-bellied and scheming man began to coax the unexpectedly innocent little bat in a soft voice: "Are you sleepy? If you are sleepy, just sleep here, even a short nap is good."

Probably because he was familiar with Langling's breath, Xanthium did not object.He didn't even realize that he was still pillowing on Lang Ling's lap, subconsciously arched into Lang Ling's arms, and closed his eyes.

Seeing that he was really sleepy, Langling stopped, and subconsciously restrained her breath, even her breathing was light, her hands stopped moving, she only lowered her eyes, and stared at him with perfect eyesight.

After he had made up his mind, it seemed that even looking at this person quietly like this had a kind of intoxicating satisfaction.But maybe it was because of his greed, and another kind of dissatisfaction came out of this satisfaction, which made him want to permanently imprison people in the cage he created, and he couldn't escape.

Even though Xanthium dozed off sleepily, she seemed to be aware of his dark thoughts, and moved a little restlessly.

Langling gently touched the tip of his hair, not daring to make any big movements, but the cocklebur seemed to be soothed, and fell asleep peacefully again.

Lang Ling stared at him, and after a long time, she chuckled lightly as if mocking herself.

He couldn't, didn't want to.

It's just that he has always been used to everything under control, but there are too many unpredictable and uncontrollable things in this person. If he likes such a person, in terms of his character, he is doomed to be anxious and worry about gains and losses.

He stared at the deep night, wondering what he was thinking.When he came back to his senses because of the slight movement of the cocklebur, he realized that in just a short while, this insecure guy had curled up into a small ball, his brows were frowning, and there was a slight whimper in his throat. whimper.

Langling knew that Xanthium must be dreaming again, and this kind of light sleep is the easiest time to dream.But he had no way of knowing what Xanthium dreamed about, so he could only stroke his long hair slowly, comforting him silently.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door together with Liu Hongshan's voice: "Brother Lang, are you asleep?"

Langling was taken aback, and looked at Xan'er subconsciously, seeing that he was not awakened, but frowned as if he couldn't bear to be disturbed, and arched into her arms again, she was relieved, and carefully lifted his head from her He moved down his legs, raised the pillow to the same height, moved him up again, and checked again and again that he was not awake, then went out quietly and opened the door for Liu Hongshan.

This wing room is partitioned, as long as the door in the middle is closed, others will not disturb the people resting in the inner room, so Langling put the cocklebur on the bed at ease, and closed the door thoughtfully.

Linglong City is a city with a lot of rain, and it is the time when it rains at night. Not long after Langling went out, there was some pattering sound of rain outside the house. Tick ​​tock.

Xanthium was originally a light sleeper, but when she was disturbed by the sound, she woke up quickly.He didn't have the confusion of ordinary people when he just woke up, but calmly judged his situation immediately.

Lang Ling is not there.

It was raining, and there seemed to be someone talking in a low voice outside the house.

He got up from the bed, stuck to the door without a sound, and heard Lang Ling's lowered voice: "Now that Lan Yi is missing, the plan has changed..."

The tips of the cocklebur's ears moved.

Changes in plans?Didn't it mean that it had no effect?

Before he could think deeply, another voice came out again: "But if this is the case, I can't do it with my own hands alone. Tingfeng Pavilion..."

Cocklebur recognized the voice.It is willow redwood.

The voice of the conversation outside the door dropped again, becoming more and more indistinct under the cover of the sound of wind and rain.Xanthium didn't want to listen too much, so he stopped paying attention, turned around and went back to the room, fumbled to find his original clothes to change, and then covered his eyes.

From this moment on, he is no longer a domestic cat curled up on Lang Ling's lap, but a fearsome killer "Ghost Bat".

The killer in the navy blue robe quietly folded the black clothes, and looked back for the last time, as if he saw someone's face through the black cloth and the door

There will be no more intersections.

Thinking like this, he went through the window without hesitation.He didn't bring any rain gear, so his whole body was drenched by the heavy rain as soon as he landed on the roof, but he didn't even care about it, and didn't even wipe the water drops on his face. Stepping on the ridge of the roof disappeared into the vast rain.

At the same time, Lang Ling, who was talking about something, shuddered.It seemed that he expected something to happen, and he didn't care about the benefits of arguing with Liu Hongshan anymore. At the cost of some concessions, he finalized the cooperation with Liujiazhuang in a few words, and after sending Liu Hongshan away, he hurriedly opened the door .

...nobody left.

That heartless guy ran away without a word.

Lang Ling walked into the room, lit the lamp, and soon noticed a pile of clothes neatly folded on the bed.He walked over, picked it up, and sighed vaguely.

Look, that's it, how can you blame him for having dark thoughts.

The author has something to say: Langling: I think Guan Xaner's little black house can blame me?Obviously he is too good at running!

While writing this chapter, I suddenly realized:

On the third floor, there was a fight on the first floor, cocklebur: suddenly woke up.jpg

Sleeping in the house, someone knocked on the door outside, cocklebur: zzzzz

hhh what can I say, this may be some kind of talent hhh

感谢在2020-07-2401:38:45~2020-07-2715:35:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 37190908 Dong 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!