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Xanthium was really dangerous that night, but fortunately, Lang Ling gave him internal energy at any cost. When the dawn approached, when Lang Ling kept checking the temperature of his forehead, his body temperature finally dropped little by little. returned to normal levels.

Langling originally wanted to watch him until he woke up, but she didn't have enough rest these days, and now she was dizzy, and she fell asleep holding the hand of cocklebur unknowingly while sitting on the side of the bed.

So when Xanthium woke up in a daze, he felt that the surroundings were pitch black and silent, and he couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead, whether he was still in the world or had already entered the underworld.

But soon, he heard a slight breathing sound in his ear.The voice was so familiar that he tried his best to turn his head away and said weakly, "... Ling?"

His voice didn't wake Langling up, but Langling still subconsciously grasped his hand a little bit, and murmured dreamily: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Cocklebur's erratic heart suddenly settled down.He coughed and panted a few times, squeezed his fingers together hard, held Lang Ling's hand back, felt the temperature of his palm, and closed his eyes again wearily.

He is now like a traveler who has trekked in the desert for three days and three nights, tired and thirsty.His waist and abdomen were numb, his lower body was completely numb, his right wrist was excruciatingly painful, and his head was dizzy, as if there were many overlapping and intertwined illusions being performed one by one.

He just closed his eyes for a while, and after an unknown amount of time, his hand suddenly fell heavily, and then Lang Ling's cautious voice sounded: "Cocklebur? Are you awake?"

"Ling..." Xan'er's voice became even hoarse, but he still tried his best to make it out.Realizing that his voice seemed too small, he turned his head with difficulty, trying to rub Langling's palm.

Langling felt sore in her heart when she saw it, she stretched out her hand involuntarily, and held Xanthium's face.

The man's movements stopped, his long eyelashes fluttered twice like butterfly wings, and a pair of bewitching eyes followed the sound to find him, just looking at him from bottom to top, showing [-]% obedience Come with meekness.

The tip of Lang Ling's nose was sore, and tears almost flowed down again.He stared deeply at the now somewhat lively person, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was a bit hoarse than cocklebur's: "Do you want a drink?"

Without waiting for Xanthium to answer, he said to himself again: "I am stupid. You have had a fever intermittently for several days, and you must be very thirsty—you wait, I will get you water right away."

Xanth actually wanted Lang Ling to stay with him for a while, but Lang Ling seemed to be taken aback, complaining to herself, and left in a hurry.

The presence of another person in the room disappeared.Xanthium felt panic in the boundless darkness, and he seemed to have returned to the never-ending dream when he was in a coma. He walked and fell in the darkness without end.

Fortunately, Lang Ling only went to fetch a glass of water, and returned soon after.He helped Xanth up, put a pillow on his back, and patiently fed him water little by little.

Xanthium was so weak that he couldn't even lift his hand, so he had to drink slowly in Langling's hand, and finally felt the burning pain in his throat gradually subside.

But at the same time, the sequelae of continuous fever and excessive blood loss were also revealed. His whole body was sore, and even though he was wrapped in a quilt, he felt chills intermittently.It's just that he concealed it very well, only after Lang Ling finished feeding him the water, he whispered as if casually: "Ling, I'm a little cold."

Lang Ling shook her hand, but fortunately there was not much water in the cup, so she didn't spill it.He put the cup aside seemingly calmly, got on the bed without saying a word, held the cocklebur in his arms, and channeled his internal energy to warm him.

Xanthium was obviously stunned, trying to stop: "Don't waste your internal energy..."

"It's okay." Lang Ling calmed down with an unquestionable tone before he finished speaking, "It's not a waste to warm you up."

Xanthium felt guilty because of her bravado, and did not dare to confront Langling whose attitude had become tougher at all, and kept silent from the bottom of her heart.

After a while, probably feeling that Xanth's body was finally getting warmer, Langling moved, stretched out her hand, and flicked him on the forehead abruptly.

Cocklebur was suffering from pain, and water mist soon formed in his eyes, and he looked at him aggrieved.

"Why are you disobedient?" Lang Ling was softened by him, but thinking of the danger at the beginning, she couldn't help but scowled, and said, "Didn't I tell you that I don't need you to do anything, stay away from these miscellaneous things?" Is it a little?"

Xanth murmured in a low voice: "But, they want to kill you..."

"Stupid." Langling sighed, "there are so many people who want to kill me, why am I still here? But you, you know that when I went, the corpse closest to the window had been bitten mutilated by wild beasts." Is it not complete? If they are the first to pick on you..."

Lang Ling couldn't continue.He looked gloomy, and said in a low voice: "Cocklebur, have you really considered living with me for a long time?"

Xanthium flinched, speechless.

He didn't say it, but Lang Ling knew in her heart that there must be none.

But it's not his fault.He is used to living a precarious life, and he still doesn't understand what is long and long.Until now, what he is looking for is still not a lifetime companionship, but a temporary possession.

Langling originally wanted to slowly guide him to think about it, but the danger this time sounded a wake-up call for him, making him realize that this person may be injured or even die where he is beyond his power.

He couldn't pamper the guy like this anymore.

If it was because of him, it would be worthwhile for this person to have one less injury, less pain, and even a little more consideration for himself.

Having said that, seeing the cocklebur's shrunken and dazed expression like some kind of small animal about to be abandoned, he couldn't bear to get up again, so he could only sigh in his heart: Forget it, there will be a long time to come.This person's injury has just improved, so don't force him.

Thinking of this, he slowed down his voice, and comforted him: "It's nothing, you just haven't figured it out yet, and this kind of thing is not in a hurry. But in the future, don't be impulsive even for me, or leave me alone." People in the world..."

He kissed Xanth's brow and sighed: "How can you be willing?"

Xanthium didn't have such a keen eye, and couldn't tell if Langling was showing misery, so she just remained silent in Langling's words, shrank pitifully into Langling's arms, and said in a low voice, "I won't do it next time."

"This is what you promised me." Langling got a satisfactory answer, and saw Xan'er's still pale complexion, and she was even more unwilling to force him. She reached out her hand to cover Xan'er's eyes, and said gently, "Sleep a little longer Well, I will always be here. When you recover from your injury, I will invite you to eat delicious food."

Cocklebur responded softly.He nestled in Langling's arms, already lacking in energy, and his whole body was warmed by internal energy, so he naturally felt a little sleepy.Lang Ling seemed to have peeped into his mind, and coaxed him in a low voice just right: "Go to sleep. Do you want me to sing for you?"

After speaking, he actually hummed a song softly.

It is a folk song that is widely spread among the people. Basically, all mothers can sing it when they put their children to sleep.

The consciousness of cocklebur gradually slipped into the abyss in this soft tone.In the second before he completely fell asleep, he felt as if he had forgotten something very important.

what is it then?

Before he had time to figure it out thoroughly, his thinking stopped.

After getting along for a long time, Lang Ling can already easily judge whether Xanthium is asleep or awake.He watched Xanthium's eyelids slowly close, his breathing became steady, and the humming gradually stopped.

At this moment, the sky outside the window was bright, and the sky was full of clouds.

Lang Ling was dazzled by the light, squinted her eyes and turned her head to look. After a long time, she raised her hand to cover her mouth and coughed twice restrainedly.

When he moved his hand away, his palm was blood-red.

He had overdrawn his internal energy too frequently these days, and just now he forced himself to warm up the cocklebur, but in the end he still hurt some tendons.

But it wasn't serious, so he just shook off the blood on his hands indifferently, took a handkerchief and wiped it carefully, making sure that the cocklebur would not find the trace, and then put it behind him.

He looked at the cocklebur tenderly, and suddenly his expression changed, and he glanced to the side, saw An Xiao who came quietly, and directly whispered to him: "He is sleeping, don't disturb him. What's the matter?"

An Xiao paused for a moment, and also returned via voice transmission in a secret language: "Lord Pavilion Master, that woman that day was 'Thousand Faces of Clothes' Wei Qiyu, and she has already been captured."

Langling hummed softly.

"The Songbian faction is really willing to do so. This kind of person can be invited as a target for them to confuse outsiders." He half-closed his eyes, "If it weren't for the cocklebur, I might really be in danger this time."

"Then Wei Qiyu..." An Xiao asked for instructions.

"No hurry, just shut it down for a while." Langling lowered her eyes, and played with the feathery emerald jade on Cocklebur's wrist, "When Cocklebur wakes up, if she hasn't hurt him, do something for me, I can Spare her life."

The dark owl nodded, expressing his understanding.

"Go down." Langling didn't even lift his eyes, "ask the dining room to make some light porridge and side dishes, so that he won't lose his appetite when he wakes up."

An Xiao silently bent over and left quietly.

Lang Ling still sat there without moving.The morning light hit him, casting shadows on the wall behind him.In a trance, countless black strands spread out from the shadow, with him at the center, firmly trapping the entire river and lake in the net.

This behind-the-scenes hand is destined to stir up troubles in the arena again for one person.

But under Lang Ling's deliberate protection, this has nothing to do with cocklebur.It's just that the cocklebur that woke up for the second time has become more sober, and finally remembered what the important thing that had been forgotten before was.

The New Year is approaching, but the jade he wanted to give to Langling is still in the hands of the sculptor named Zhang Sanhua.

He has to go get it back.

The author has something to say: Cocklebur: I was wrong, dare to do it next time. 【Cute.jpg】