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The tip of the sword brushed against the ear of the cocklebur and nailed it into the wall, cutting off a few strands of his long hair at the sideburns.The man who drew the sword stared at the fan that fell on the ground for a few times, then turned his gaze to the man who was walking quickly.

Langling had already grabbed Cang'er's wrist, pulled him over to protect her behind, and at the same time said coldly: "Ying Ziyu, casually attacking my distinguished guest from Tingfeng Pavilion, isn't this considered a gentleman's behavior?"

"'Ghost Bat'." Ying Ziyu didn't look at him, his eyes fell directly on the person behind him, "You count as a distinguished guest of Tingfeng Pavilion?"

"Of course." Langling replied bluntly, "Is there any question?"

"No." Ying Ziyu took a step forward, and swiped his sword from the wall. The tip of the sword was deflected, pointing directly at the cocklebur guarded by Lang Ling.He said coldly: "I just think, I can think that Lan Yi's matter is just your trick."

At this moment, Xanthium realized that he seemed to have brought trouble to Lang Ling.He wanted to speak anxiously, but Lang Ling calmly held his hand and squeezed it, stopping his movement.

"I admit that there is some selfishness in bringing those things to you." Lang Ling looked straight at the tip of the sword without fear, "I told you before that every piece of news from Fengge was filled out by human lives. Yes, I don’t have the kindness to give it away as a daily deed.”

Ying Ziyu looked at him cautiously.

Lang Ling knew what he was thinking, and smiled mockingly: "Did you think that I sent you fake news, but Lan Yi is not that kind of person? Mr. Ying, you can think about it, in those news, seven or eight There is also some news from years ago, I heard that Fengge made a game, and it would not be so big."

Ying Ziyu naturally knew that Tingfeng Pavilion was just a little-known small organization seven or eight years ago, and the innocent people who were victimized were even more unlikely to be arranged by Tingfeng Pavilion.He didn't speak, stared at Xanthium for a long time, and finally put his sword back into its sheath slowly.

Langling breathed a sigh of relief.

Ying Ziyu is sometimes the most stubborn and inflexible person. If he investigates carefully, although Lang Ling does not frighten him, it will be very troublesome. Now that he has given up by himself, it is a good thing.

At this time, he felt that the pale hand in his hand was cold, as if he was frightened, and his palm was slightly sweating.He clasped his fingers with the man in comfort, looked directly at Ying Ziyu, and said in a slow voice: "Lang is very grateful for Mr. Ying's help, but Mr. Ghost Bat has come a long way this time, so he should rest. What do you think, son?"

Ying Ziyu glanced at him, and said "hmm" coldly.

"Thank you Mr. Ying for your understanding." Lang Ling smiled slightly, "If there is any valuable information, I will share it with Mr. Ying as soon as possible."

Ying Ziyu didn't respond this time.He put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and shook it vaguely, but he didn't do anything, just watched Langling pull the cocklebur away silently.

At a certain inadvertent moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw the two people's hands clasped under the cover of his sleeves.

Ying Ziyu felt as if he had glimpsed the truth.But soon, he closed his eyes without interest, only took out his sword, and took out a cloth to wipe the dust on it carefully.

What does this have to do with him?

Langling originally intended to take cocklebur to the building to rest, warm up, and then ask him why he came back so soon.But after walking for a while, he found that the closer he was to the attic where they used to stay, the thinner the palms of Xan'er sweated, and his hands trembled slightly.

What is he afraid of.

But why?Was there anything... something to fear him?

Before Lang Ling could figure out why, Cang'er clenched his hand tightly, and said in a low voice, pitifully: "Did I...did I cause you any trouble?"

Was it because of this matter?

Langling was stunned, and comforted him: "It's okay, I have already told him that you are a distinguished guest of Tingfeng Pavilion, if he troubles you again, he will have trouble with Tingfeng Pavilion. He still has to rely on Tingfeng Pavilion to avenge his revenge. I won't fall out with Tingfeng Pavilion, it doesn't count as causing trouble."

"I heard that Tingfeng Pavilion only sells real news." Cang'er said softly, "But..."

But this person is obviously making propaganda and false news all the time.

"What are you thinking?" Lang Ling could see his worry at a glance, and scratched the tip of his nose dumbfounded, "Tingfeng Pavilion 'sold', but they were all real news that was better than real gold."

He deliberately bit the word "sell" very hard. Seeing that the cocklebur seemed to be stunned, he showed a little smile: "For intelligence, reputation is naturally the most important. If someone finds out that Qianjin bought fake news, don't be caught. It's good to hunt down, who will buy information from me again? As for the news I let people pass..."

He said lightly: "I didn't sell it, who can prove that the source of the news is Tingfengge?"

Even if they had doubts, they could not find evidence.

After explaining clearly, Langling changed the subject and turned back to Xan'er: "Why did you come back so soon? Did Huayan make things difficult for you?"

Cocklebur was silent for a while, then shook his head.

Lang Ling didn't quite believe it.He found someone to entertain Ying Ziyu, and he forcefully took Xanthium back to the room. He had to give that person a careful examination before he could feel at ease.

I don't know how many times there have been skin relatives, Lang Ling didn't have anything to worry about, she hugged Xanthium on the bed, untied his robe, and stripped him clean.

Xanthium obediently let him fiddle with it, but her right hand silently clenched the robe that had fallen from her body, and covered her hand underneath with layers of folds.

But how keen is Lang Ling's insight, especially for cocklebur.He quickly discovered the little tricks of cocklebur, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"Hand out," he ordered.

Cocklebur put his left hand in his palm.

It was this hand that Lang Ling held just now.He was sure that there was no scar on the hand, otherwise he would have known it as soon as he held it.

It was also this action that made Lang Ling more sure that Xanthium was hiding something from him.His expression became a little more serious, and he said solemnly: "Right hand, stretch out."

Cocklebur didn't make a sound.He silently resisted.

But Langling was more patient than him. When he didn't reach out, Langling kept extending his hand, waiting for him to put his hand up.

In this silent contest, Xanthium was finally defeated.Slowly, slowly, he took his right hand out from under his shirt and placed it on Lang Ling's palm.

Lang Ling saw the shocking burn marks on his fair skin at a glance.

He changed his expression in an instant, took Cocklebur's hand carefully, and said with a suppressed anger in his tone, "This is what he punished you for?! Why didn't you tell me, and still wanted to hide it?"

"No...not..." Xanthium turned her head unnaturally, trying to pull out her hand.He whispered: "Ugly..."

"Don't move around!" Langling shouted, "Don't you want your hands anymore?!"

Cocklebur's fingertips curled up unnaturally in his palm.He immediately realized that he might have frightened that person, and softened his voice again: "What happened?"

Xan'er lowered her eyes, her hand was still on Lang Ling's, she looked so cute and cute, she looked more like a precious cat.

"Lantern." He hung his head, inexplicably making people feel limp, "burned."

Lang Ling can deduce the cause and effect from just a few words.He was angry and distressed: "It's just a lantern. If you want it, I can buy ten or hundreds more from you. Why hurt yourself like this?"

But those were not bought when you took me to the temple fair.

Xan'er thought about it silently, but he didn't dare to refute Lang Ling who was furious, so he could only vaguely express that he knew.

Lang Ling knew at a glance that he didn't take his words to heart at all, and she wanted to sigh: "Beasts are hurt by something, and they know how to walk around in the future, why do you just stick your neck and rush up?"

Cocklebur lowered his head and said nothing.

Langling couldn't say anything serious, so she sighed, took the quilt and wrapped Xanth's whole body, carefully applied the medicine on Xanth's hand, bandaged it up, and hid the hideous scar on the snow-white skin. under the bandage.

"Since Hua Yan let you out, shouldn't he call you back so early?" Langling finished tidying up, and glanced at Xan'er's heart, "You can live here with me for a few days. Still safe."

Xanth curled up and looked up at him slightly: "What's wrong?"

"I didn't want to tell you." Lang Ling sighed again, "Song Bian faction provoked me again and again, and I heard that Feng Ge would naturally have to return it so that no one would look down upon me. Do you still remember 'Thousand Faces of Clothes'?" Wei Qiyu?"

In fact, the cocklebur was a bit forgotten, and he thought for a while before he remembered that it was the woman pretending to be prostitute that he met when he almost died.

He nodded, indicating that he remembered.

"After she was caught by me, she was imprisoned in the dungeon for a long time. Hearing that I intend to support the illegitimate daughter of the old headmaster of the Songbian faction, she expressed her willingness to lurk beside the current headmaster and pass on the news to me. Later, she became a The current head teacher's favorite little lover, and gave me a lot of interesting information." Lang Ling briefly brought up the cause and effect, "Some time ago, she sent a message saying that Songbian sent the current head teacher to practice. When I got mad and my skills plummeted, I thought it was a good time."

Of course, he didn't say that he gave Wei Qiyu the poison that a hidden guard would use, nor did he say that the headmaster of the Songbian sect was the one who instructed someone to lure the wild beast, forcing that person to go mad and save himself. .

"Is there a war?" Cocklebur tilted his head.

Langling nodded: "So it's been a mess recently, your internal strength hasn't recovered, don't run around, it will be dangerous."

Cocklebur answered, and then thought of another person: "Then Ying Ziyu?"

"I invited Luezhen, he is not weak." Langling said, "Besides, he has a blood feud with the Songbian faction. If I can succeed this time, I will also avenge him."

Xanthium hesitated for a moment: "He... seems to have seen it."

"What did you see?" Lang Ling froze for a moment.

Xanth's eyes shifted to Langling's hand.

After realizing it, Lang Ling frowned slightly: "...It's okay, Ying Ziyu is not such a talkative person, I will ask him to point it out."

It's just that Lang Ling didn't expect that the calm person in his impression would cause him a big trouble the next day.

The author has something to say: Ying Ziyu: Heh, who wants to eat your dog food.

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