blue wind

When cocklebur came to Tingfeng Pavilion, Lang Ling immediately smelled the smell of blood on his body.

It wasn't contaminated by the murder, but because of the injury, the smell of blood emanated from the inside out.

Langling could still hold her breath, and said softly, "Take off your clothes and let me see where is the injury?"

Xanthium seldom folded the front of his clothes, and said in a low voice, "It's not heavy, don't you need to look at it?"

Lang Ling didn't believe his words, and her tone became tough: "No. No matter how minor the injury is, you have to show me."

When he got tough, the cocklebur was still a little afraid of him, and soon withered, and slowly removed the clothes one by one with his head down.It was obvious that his right hand was struggling a bit, Lang Ling offered his hand, and soon saw the blood-stained bandages that had been wound up indiscriminately.

Just looking at the amount of bleeding, Lang Ling's face darkened, and when he carefully removed the bandage and saw the deep wound with visible bones, his expression was already ugly, as if he was about to kill someone in the next moment.

"What happened?" He said with a suppressed anger.

Xanthium avoided his gaze and said in a low voice, "Missed for a while."

"You can't hurt your shoulder if you don't miss it—but is this what I'm talking about? Did you stop the bleeding in time, did you bandage it well, and carefully checked that the wound wouldn't get wet? You really should see for yourself, this wound What has become of it! The carrion will be cut off soon, and you are not the one who hurts?" Langling complained in a low voice, and stretched out her hand to touch the cocklebur's forehead as if remembering something, "Fortunately, there is no inflammation, if there is a fever , you are in danger."

Xanth listened quietly to Lang Ling's scolding.He had never been disciplined like this before, and when he heard such a reproach implying concern, he felt quite soft in his heart, thinking of the children he had seen being disciplined for no reason.

He used to envy these children, because only children with families are treated like this.

...now he has a family too, doesn't he?

With such a thought in mind, when Lang Ling was about to take back his hand, he took the initiative to pull Lang Ling's hand and put it on his cheek, rubbing it like nostalgia.

"You... oh." Langling sighed, as usual, she couldn't get angry with Xan'er, "Forget it, forget it, I like to worry about you."

What else can I do, the person I choose has to be pampered even if I worry about it.

Chi Suiren was gone, but the medicine box remained.Langling was also very familiar with this medicine box, she searched through it, and quickly picked out many good medicines for healing trauma.

"Come." Langling took a small knife, burned it on the candle, then motioned for Cocklebur to follow, then turned and walked to the bed.

Xanthium followed obediently, and embraced him trustingly under Lang Ling's instructions, exposing his neck and back to Lang Ling's hands holding the knife.

Langling loosened the neckline, revealing the curve of the neck and shoulders.He pressed the cocklebur's head there, and said in a deep voice, "If it hurts, bite."

Cocklebur answered dully.

Lang Ling began to cut off the carrion from the wound with ruthless hands.His heart was trembling, but his hands were steady. After all, if his hands trembled, it would be the cocklebur that would suffer.

Pain accumulates.The place where the carrion was removed continued to hurt, and the place that was being endured felt a sharp pain of being torn, and even the part that had not been treated also felt faint pain.Halfway through the process, Xanthium opened its mouth to Langling's neck as if it was unbearable.

But he didn't bite, he just held it in his mouth, as if he could draw strength from Lang Ling to overcome difficulties.

Xanthium is used to be a patient person, Lang Ling has always known this clearly.He supported the man's trembling waist with one hand, and cut away the carrion with a knife in the other. He could only hear the man whimper softly in his throat, and even the collision of his teeth with his shoulder seemed very careful.

It was too painful.

Langling thought.

Why can't he be a little presumptuous here?

Every time like this... he could empathize with the unbearable pain.

The wound was cleaned up quickly, Lang Ling threw the knife away, and stroked the back of the cocklebur with hands, not knowing whose sweat it was.Xanthium thought it was over, but just after he breathed a sigh of relief, more severe pain suddenly hit.He snorted and subconsciously bit down.

Langling's face did not change, she just continued to apply the ointment.On the contrary, after Xanthium reacted, he opened his mouth in a panic, with a little blood stained on his teeth.He looked at Langling cautiously, seeing that he didn't respond, he leaned over again, but he didn't dare to follow Langling's wishes, he only dared to lean against his neck and rub against him lightly.

Lang Ling frowned.He freed one hand, and stroked the cocklebur's hair comfortingly: "It's okay."

Cocklebur responded very lightly.

Langling finished applying the ointment, took out the bandage, and put the bandage on the cocklebur with a little rustiness.After a while, he felt wet on his shoulder, and a slight pain arose from the bitten wound.

It turned out that it was the cocklebur sticking out the tip of its tongue, gently licking away the blood oozed from his wound.

His bright red tongue is the same color as blood, and his long crow-feather-like eyelashes cast shadows, making him appear extraordinarily quiet and sensible, with a kind of "I'm making up for it" in his whole body. .

Lang Ling paused, sighed softly, finished tying the last knot, tore off the excess bandage and threw it aside, and stretched out his hand to press the back of the cocklebur's neck.

Ever since she was seen by Langling and realized that Langling was vaguely displeased with his blindfolded behavior, when Xan'er came to look for Langling again, she no longer covered herself with the black cloth. Eyes raised blankly, misty, inexplicably a bit like a cat being held by the back of the neck.

"Bite it, it's not a big deal." Lang Ling said slowly, "If you can save a little pain, then I won't be in vain."

When he said this, Xanthium realized that he had temporarily forgotten the pain from the wound on his shoulder because of his nervousness. when.

"You are a person who likes to suffer pain. But, cocklebur..." Langling pulled him into her arms, pressed her forehead to each other, and looked at each other, "I know you are in pain. Come on, at least tell me, okay?"

Xanthium slightly opened his mouth and lost his voice for a while.It seemed that after a long time, he heard his hoarse voice say: "...OK."

Satisfied, Langling stretched out her hand to touch his forehead again, but she didn't feel any heat, so she put her hand down: "Are you tired? Do you want to hear some anecdotes from the world?"

Just as Xanth was about to nod, he remembered the many unexplained gatherings he encountered on the road.He told Lang Ling about this, and Lang Ling was stunned for a moment, then said clearly: "I didn't expect things to progress so fast, it's much smoother than I planned."

Cocklebur: "...?"

Although he is indifferent to most of the other things, it is not that he is ignorant of the turmoil in the world.As far as he heard, at least half of the forces in the Jianghu were involved in this matter on the surface, and I don't know how many in the dark, let alone the Songbian faction who secretly dominates the Jianghu.

It wasn't until now that he suddenly realized...

These things seem, probably, possibly, to be related to this man who can tenderly bandage his wounds?

The cocklebur's momentary stupefaction did not escape Lang Ling's keen perception.He asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Cocklebur subconsciously replied: "No."

None of that matters, does it?

As long as this person is still willing to pamper him, he is willing to be this person's dog and lackey, sharpening the blade.

Abandoning the entangled Xanthium, he quickly figured it out, and instead said to Langling seriously: "Do you need me?"

"No need." Langling warned sternly, "Stay away from these messy things, and rest as soon as you can. Don't rush to accept the task. At least avoid this month. Don't be careless."

Then there is the rivers and lakes where you can enjoy yourself.

Lang Ling silently added in her heart.

Being hit in the most confident field, Xanthium visibly languished.After a while, he said softly, "Then do you want to use me today?"

"Shut out your thoughts, huh?" Lang Ling flicked his forehead with her fingers, "Is it okay to have a little self-consciousness as a wounded person, and take good care of your wounds."

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, he saw Xanthium showing a little bit of aggrieved expression: "But, I think so."

Langling paused, looked at Cang'er's eyes with some expectation, squinted her eyes, and leaned over: "It's impossible to do a full set, I won't be so bottomless. But if you want, I can... help you."

"Don't move your right hand. Just give yourself to me."

……

Although Xanthium has taken the initiative a lot now, after being explored by Lang Ling, it is more unable to withstand the teasing and provocation than before. After a while, it softened in Lang Ling's arms, the eyes were misty, the corners of the eyes were moist, and weeping It seems that there is only one step away.

Lang Ling was slowly wiping her hands with a handkerchief when she suddenly felt that the cocklebur moved and put her hand in an unspeakable place.

Seeing the person she likes in her arms is fascinated, as a normal man, how could Lang Ling remain indifferent.

He froze, and immediately reprimanded: "Don't touch it! Your injury needs to be nursed, and you can't move too much!"

"But you will be uncomfortable." Cocklebur stared at him, his gaze was like a deep lake or sea, where there are many dark tides hidden under the calmness.

"No, you..." Lang Ling wanted to refute.

It was the first time that Xanthium didn't listen to him on this kind of matter, and buried his head.

"Well……"

Langling snorted forbearance, and looked down at the man's back, which was as straight as a drawn sword even though he bent down, and slowly put his hands on his back, slowly walking along the protruding spine. Slide down slowly.

It's rare.

Is he being forced to bow by the overlord?

There are many scars on the body of cocklebur, only the skin near the spine is good, it feels like fine jade, or a freshly peeled egg.

Lang Ling stared at those scars, in a trance, only feeling puzzled.

Such a good person, why would anyone not like it?

Simply absurd.

The author has something to say: It's cold: Heh, it's useless to like it, my family's.

Many ghosts under the knife: ... who? You must like this evil god!

Ah... The stupid author rushed to Lujia to clean up the dormitory two days ago, and there is no time to update...

And when school starts in the future, let’s fix it for three days (it may drop occasionally in the middle)