blue wind

how come?

There was an uproar in Lang Ling's heart.He subconsciously looked down at Xan'er, but saw that Xan'er also had a shocked expression on his face, and immediately realized that Hua Yan was so cautious that even Xan'er had hidden it from him.

But the astonishment of Xanthium was only much more than that of Langling.He can even say with certainty that no one in the entire Gu Mo Ridge will know that the Ridge Lord who controls the lives and deaths of everyone in Gu Mo Ridge is actually a blind man.

He still vaguely remembered that his eyes seemed to be blinded by the fire, but Hua Yan's eyes were... what was the reason?

The person who provoked all this was easily playing with the small bottle on his fingertips. Looking at the flying bottle, Lang Ling was startled, afraid that he would slip and fall to the ground, and even the life of the cocklebur would be lost. It's gone.

Fortunately, Hua Yan's hand was very steady, the bottle was turned around a few times before he grabbed it again.

"You are really soft-hearted by surprise." Hua Yan dragged out his voice, "However, now I have a brilliant idea——"

His eyes fell on Lang Ling, and he couldn't see any sign of invisible, but full of malice: "How about you come to replace him?"

Lang Ling frowned.

"What do you mean?" he said in a low voice.

"How simple." Hua Yan nodded cocklebur and then Langling, "If you voluntarily let me plant a life Gu, I will cure him."

Cocklebur was taken aback.What shocked him even more was that Lang Ling didn't refuse directly, but kept silent, as if thinking about something.

He straightened up anxiously, shook Lang Ling's collar vigorously, and when he realized that Lang Ling was looking over, he shook his head desperately at him, and let out an indistinct "ahhh" sound from his throat.

However, this is a confrontation between Lang Ling and Hua Yan, and no one will listen to his opinion.Hua Yan just glanced at him, then looked at Langling again: "How does Pavilion Master Lang think?"

Langling patted his back soothingly, and raised her voice: "If you can keep your promise, I can ask you to plant life Gu for me."

Xanthium is in a hurry, but now he is blind, unable to speak, and has lost all his internal strength. At best, he can only be a mascot in the conversation between the two, and it is impossible to interfere with any of them. Yes, Lang Ling could completely suppress him with one hand.

Hua Yan raised his eyebrows, held the vial in the palm of his hand, turned the wrist of the other hand, and a strange-shaped Gu worm appeared in the palm of his hand.

"You can go back on your word now." He said slowly.

Lang Ling stared at the Gu insect, without any fear in her eyes: "No need, come on. It's just a mere fate Gu, it's not enough to turn me into a puppet for you to control."

"Have guts." Hua Yan praised, raised his hand, but threw the Gu insect straight at Xan'er body!

Langling never expected that he would backtrack at this moment, his pupils shrank for a moment, and he stretched out his hand to stop it, but the Gu worm flexibly twisted its body in mid-air, slipped through his fingers, and landed on the ground. On the shoulders of cocklebur.

As soon as it landed on the ground, the Gu worm quickly bit open the cocklebur's clothes, but within a few breaths, its head had already penetrated into the cocklebur's skin, and with a swing of its tail, it completely snapped open before Langling could react. Disappeared, leaving only a small wound.

Immediately afterwards, Xanthium trembled violently, and curled up into a ball in Lang Ling's arms as if overwhelmed.His hands slipped from Lang Ling's skirt feebly, his lips opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, he could only vomit blood mouthful.

Lang Ling was startled and said angrily, "What did you do?"

"What did I do? Isn't this obvious?" Hua Yan shook the vial again and showed it to him, "Look."

The milky white worm in the bottle screamed softly, and pulled out its soft belly that was not covered by a carapace. Its six legs twitched in the air, and soon stopped moving, completely dead.

Like the cocklebur in his arms, breathing weakly and fading away.

"You...you..." Langling's hands were shaking, "Why..."

"Just do what you want, there are so many reasons." Hua Yan said indifferently.He glanced at Xanthium: "You can take him away now."

But Langling didn't move.In other words, ever since he stretched out his hand and couldn't detect the breath of cocklebur, he fell into a state of emptiness.

He didn't seem to have the strength to be angry, and he didn't have the strength to hate. He just thought vaguely, why is it like this again.

Why did he plan so much, but in the end, he still couldn't protect the person he wanted to protect the most.

What is wrong?What is wrong?

he does not know.He could only hug the growing cold body of Xanthium annuum, and murmured: "You madman..."

Hua Yan's expression was sleepy, but he didn't want to talk to him anymore: "It's nothing, so don't come to me."

It seems that Langling has just recovered the emotion called anger at this time.Just as he was about to ask something, he felt his sleeves being pulled slightly.

He suddenly lowered his head, and saw the man he thought was dead coughing and panting weakly, gently pulling his sleeve.

Everything happened so fast that Lang Ling didn't even know what expression to make.He could only bend down, hugged Xanthium vigorously in his arms, sniffed his breath over and over again, afraid that it was just a dream.

Although the breath was weak, it really existed, and even the lowered body temperature slowly rose under the influence of his body temperature.

When he first visited, the cocklebur was indeed dead; but now, he is indeed alive and well.

"Have you had enough? If you've had enough, get out!" Hua Yan said impatiently, and dropped the bottle, "I'll give this to you, take it home as a souvenir, don't bother me anymore!"

The bottle didn't know what material it was made of, but it didn't break, but rolled to Langling's feet and stopped.

Lang Ling lowered her head and saw that in the bottle, the milky white bug was still dead, dangling inside as the bottle rolled.

Fate Gu is dead, but Cocklebur... is still alive.

This difficulty that has troubled them for a long time is gone so easily, it really makes people feel unreal.

Lang Ling picked up the vial, and was rarely speechless.He took a deep look at Hua Yan, and finally obeyed the more and more obvious meaning of chasing guests in that gaze, and left with the cocklebur.

Forget it, I can always find an opportunity to ask this person who doesn't play cards according to common sense.

he thought.

Just as he stepped out of the room, Hua Yan's lukewarm voice came from behind him: "By the way, let me remind you, remember to tell him to spit out the poison, so that you won't be too happy to turn into sad."

Langling stopped.He put his hand to the lips of Xanthium: "Spit it out."

Xanthium hadn't figured out the situation yet, but it didn't stop him subconsciously obeying Lang Ling's words, obediently spitting out the poison he had pressed under his tongue into Lang Ling's palm.

Langling tightened her palms and crushed the medicine into fine powder.When the medicine powder passed over his palm, it even caused a burning pain, which was enough to show the intensity of the toxicity.

Xanthium waited guiltyly for Lang Ling to get angry, but unexpectedly, Lang Ling didn't express anything.He just stood silent for a while, then walked down the mountain with the cocklebur in his arms.

As soon as they left, all the impatience and bitterness that had been feigned on Hua Yan's face disappeared.There was neither sadness nor joy on his face, and his pupils were deep, as if he had thought a lot, but also seemed to have thought about nothing.

He watched them go.

He watched, kept watching, like a person in a dark cage, watching the fireflies that accidentally broke into his life and finally left, flying to a wider world.

Will never come back from now on.

There was some noise outside the house.The window was opened, Chi Sui rolled in, took two steps closer, and said worriedly: "Brother."

"I didn't go too far." Hua Yan said to himself, "Although the light is not bright, it is one of the few things I have that can shine. He took my light away, and I Shouldn't you make things difficult for him?"

"Brother." Chi Sui called again worriedly.

Hua Yan glanced at him sleepily: "What's wrong?"

Chi Sui sighed, stepped forward, pulled a strand of Hua Yan's long hair, and twisted it in his hand.A kind of black scale fell off, revealing the true color of the hair - gray and white.

Hua Yan casually stroked his long hair, and the black scales fell down. Only then did people see clearly that there was a head of gray-white hair underneath, and the tips of the hair were all white, like an old man.

"Brother, you didn't follow the doctor's advice." Chi Sui replied dissatisfied.

"Anyway, it's a few days to live well, why do you need to take such a bitter medicine?" Hua Yan's expression was cold, "Lang Ling has been gone for a long time, why don't you explain?"

"He must be very angry now that I lied to him, let's forget it." Chi Sui is very self-aware, "When he gets tired of being with the little bat for two days and the anger subsides, it won't be too late for me to go find him again."

Hua Yan snorted softly from his nasal cavity: "As you wish."

He was a little tired, closed his eyes, and just took a nap for a while.After a while, he opened his eyes again as if he had suddenly woken up, and glanced to the side: "Why don't you leave?"

He noticed that Chi Sui had an old story book with yellowed pages at some point in his hand.That book looks very familiar, like... like...

Chi Sui had already opened the story book, held it in front of Hua Yan, smiled and said, "Brother, how about reading me a story?"

Huayan remembered.

It was a long time ago, and the little boy with baby fat on his cheeks excitedly took the newly purchased book, ran up to him, and said coquettishly, "Big brother, how about reading me a story?"

He stared at the storybook for a long time, as he did a long time ago, and slowly replied: "Okay."

……

On the other side, Xan'er has already sensed something wrong with Lang Ling.

That guy seemed to have lost his soul, he only cared about hugging him and walking down the mountain, no matter how much he pulled the hem of his clothes, he didn't notice it.

The sky was overcast, and the cocklebur could feel the low air pressure.

It's going to rain, they definitely won't be able to rush back to Tingfeng Pavilion, they should find a place to hide from the rain.

Cocklebur is in a hurry.Seeing that Lang Ling couldn't be moved by pulling his sleeves, he worked very hard, finally broke through the blockage in his throat, and uttered a word with a breathy sound: "Ling..."

Langling stopped suddenly.His hands began to tremble, and the trembling spread until eventually, his teeth were chattering.

The rain, which has been brewing for a long time, finally fell the first drop.What fell together with the raindrops were Langling's tears.

That drop of hot tears fell on the cheek of cocklebur.

"l...?" Xanthium felt puzzled.

He doesn't weigh too much, but Lang Ling feels that she can't hold him anymore.He pulled himself together and walked staggeringly with the cocklebur in his arms, and finally found a boulder suitable for resting when he was almost crumbling.

He sat on the boulder with cocklebur in his arms, and hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch him away from him.After a long time, he let out a low, low sob.

The silver snake flitted across the sky, and the thunder was deafening.

The rain finally fell, and it was pouring.

Amidst the crackling rain, Langling held the cocklebur tightly in her arms, weeping silently.

The black cloth that blindfolded the cockleburs scattered.He was a little surprised to find that he could actually see Lang Ling now.

That was the only time in this life that Xanthium saw Langling in such a distressed state.

His bun was untied, his clothes were messed up, his lips were bitten, and his face was covered with rain or tears, and the broken hair stuck to his face in a mess, completely subverting his consistent image in Xan'er's heart.

He buried his head on Cocklebur's shoulder in the pouring rain, shaking from crying.At that moment, all the accumulated anxiety and fear collapsed, as if a landslide, water poured down, washed down from his head, and crushed his straight spine.

It was as if he had just realized that he had almost lost the cocklebur.

But he didn't say anything.All emotions are silent.

In essence, he and Xanthium are the same kind of people.

A person who only weeps silently when he cries.

Cocklebur was at a loss.He tried his best to raise his hand, trying to wipe away the tears for Lang Ling, but the falling water drops not only did not decrease, but more.

Lang Ling half-opened her eyes, and looked closely at the hand that was covered with scars even though its skin was delicate.After a while, he raised his hand, grabbed Cocklebur's wrist, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's all right, baby, let me hug you for a while... just for a while."

Xanthium then calmed down, but raised her hand to help Lang Ling wipe away her tears from time to time.

There was a patter of rain, but Lang Ling wrapped the cocklebur in his outer robe, and managed not to let anyone get drenched in the rain.

After an unknown amount of time, until water dripped down his long hair, Lang Ling finally stood up, looked back at the mountain, hugged the cocklebur, and walked down the mountain step by step.

In front of them, at the end of the cloud, is a bright sky.Langling walked there resolutely, as if walking towards a completely different future.

One, a future that belongs to both of them alone.

The author has something to say: the end of the flowers!

This is my first article. It can be regarded as my debut work. There must be many imperfections. Thank you for your tolerance and support!To be honest, it was really difficult to code words on a stand-alone machine in the early stage. I once posted this article on cp, and I didn’t have many favorites or comments... It’s been almost a year and I’ve only written about twenty chapters. How dare you Letter [Laughter and Cry.jpg] So I am really grateful to all the little angels who left comments. You are the biggest motivation for me to finish writing this book, huh?

It is expected that there will be a few episodes in the future. I don’t know if you like ancient abo or something... Well, there are also episodes of Huayan and Chisui. If you want to see it, you can arrange it.

The final exam is coming soon, so it will be relatively busy. I will wait until I finish the episode, and the new article will wait until the holiday at the end of January. Please support me a lot, little angels! (Although there are three brain holes, I don’t know which one to open (cross out))

Finally, thanks again to all the little angels who read the article!Love you guys!

Cocklebur and Langling

It has been a week since Xanthium was locked in Tingfeng Pavilion by Lang Ling.

Ever since Langling hugged him back to Tingfeng Pavilion that day, he was afraid of melting in his mouth, and afraid of falling out in his hands, as precious as his own eyeballs.It's a pity that I don't know if it's because he escaped privately again and still presses the poison under his tongue, Lang Ling stares at him wherever he goes, doesn't leave half a step, and doesn't allow him to step out of Tingfeng Pavilion.

Cocklebur was helpless, so he had to obediently drink the bitter medicine every day, and then lay down on the bed to sleep.Fortunately, his body is already weak, and now he is resting every day.

By the way, the medicine was Chi Sui Jian to nourish his body.When they just came back, the dark guard presented the antidote left by Chi Sui to Lang Ling, and the poison on Xanth's body was cured.On the fourth day, Chi Sui came back in a hurry, pestered Lang Ling shamelessly and said something, and finally Lang Ling sent someone to send him out.

But Xanthium always felt that their friendship didn't seem to be affected much, except that when Chi Sui came back later, there were several unlucky times in the open and in the dark.

Today, just after drinking the medicine, Xanthium lay on the couch that Lang Lingxin spread out for him by the window, lazily basking in the sun, and gradually dozed off.Lang Ling was sitting next to him reading a book, and seeing his head moving, she naturally stretched out her hand, took his head over, and let him rest on her lap.

Xanthium felt rested in the haze, so she fell asleep with peace of mind.His consciousness kept sinking downwards, skimming through countless fragments of memory, and gradually sinking into a vast ocean that even he thought he had forgotten.

……

In the year of severe drought, cocklebur was only five years old.

He was the third child in that poor family. He had two older brothers, but the second brother died shortly after he was born, so only the eldest brother remained.

The spring rain came early that year, and the temperature warmed up quickly. The several acres of land in the family were already green, and his mother had just added a younger brother to him.His father was very happy, and brought him and his younger brother a small wooden toy once in the early market.

Everything was jubilant, and the drought came like that.

Even though his prematurely aging father watered the ground over and over again, so anxious that blisters formed on his mouth one after another, the seedlings in the ground still withered and died one by one, and finally no grass grew on the dry and cracked ground.

The food stock at home was exhausted, and even the grasshoppers that could be caught in the fields and mountains were eaten up.

The famine came.

At that time, Xanthium was still very young, no matter how sensible he was, he didn't know why his father and mother started an endless quarrel, why his honest and honest elder brother sometimes stroked his head and wept silently.

But he had a hunch.

That keen, bestial instinct had been with him for as long as he could remember, and it never left.

Later he understood that his elder brother was almost an adult and could help the family with a lot of work, while his youngest brother was not even weaned, and no one would want to raise such a small baby unless it was used as food.

Only he is the most suitable.

So it is not uncommon for my father to take it to the market and sell it with a straw label.

He still remembers that day, when his father rarely fetched a bowl of water from the thin bottom of the water tank, washed his face carefully, combed his hair with his thin fingers, and inserted the water into his ear. A shriveled blade of grass.The mother hid in the room, and the eldest brother accompanied her. When he was led out of the crumbling door by his father, his youngest brother cried and the room was in chaos.

But his father didn't look back, dragged his stumbling and heavy steps, and carried him into the bullock cart to go to the market.

That was the beginning of the famine, and people still hoped for a rain that would save everything, so cattle, an important resource that can be cultivated, temporarily escaped disaster.It's just that the cow pulling the cart is already very thin, panting three times at every step, and the cart seems to be going to the end of time.

But it finally arrived.

Cocklebur's grown-up and handsome appearance was first revealed when he was young, perhaps because of this, his father took him to sit in the market for half a day, and a human trafficker took a fancy to him.

The human trafficker arrogantly threw half a bag of rice to his father and took him away.When he looked back for the last time, he saw the man in his early thirties who looked like he was 50 years old standing there, holding the half bag of rice tightly in his hand, and tears rolled out of his cloudy eyes.

His figure was reflected in the eyes of the five-year-old child, and gradually overlapped with the dry and dead old black tree in the barren field of their home.

He was roughly packed into a carriage by traffickers.There were more than a dozen children with him, all about his age, and not bad in appearance, at least Zhou Zheng's, crowded in the small carriage, shivering like small animals.

Xanthium didn't expect that this trafficker was specially picking gadgets for dignitaries with special hobbies.Where there is a famine, children are the cheapest. If you are strong, you can even exchange a small handful of rice for a child; but in the hands of those in need, a child can be sold for two taels of silver at the worst.In the final analysis, it is the business of the untouchables to starve and die everywhere, so what is the matter with the dignitaries?

Human traffickers rely on this almost costless business to make money by sucking human blood.

When passing by the first big city, Xanthium was bought by a well-known wealthy businessman there.On the surface, the rich businessman is a great local benevolent person, and even donates money to build roads, but secretly he likes to buy some children as child prostitutes. The bones of the children he played with to death are laid under the road he donated to build.

Xanth, together with several other bought children, was raised by the rich businessman in a secret yard.In that yard, there were children who had been imprisoned here earlier, all of them were more or less injured, their expressions were numb, and sometimes they were called out and would never come back again.

Because they were too thin, the newcomers were fed with good food and drink for a period of time.When there was some flesh on the cheeks, one after another, people began to be taken out.

Cocklebur instinctively felt that being taken away was not a good thing, even though most of the people had returned.It's just that his increasingly outstanding face and those clear eyes made him stand out gradually, and he was finally noticed.He was forced to be sent to a carriage, packed and sent to the rich merchant's house as fat as a pig.

Even though the cocklebur struggled and resisted, the strength of a five-year-old child was no different from that of a kitten scratching an itch, so when he was sent into the room, his movements were not restricted, only the doors and windows were closed.

Probably suppressing such insignificant little resistance is also a kind of fun for those guys.

However, sometimes this kind of insignificant resistance can severely swell some people's faces.

The rich businessman seemed to have held a banquet that day, drank wine, entered the room, stripped off his clothes and rushed towards him in a drunken state.Cocklebur escaped from the pile of white flesh by relying on its small and flexible body, grabbed the candlestick, and slammed it fiercely at the big cattail fan that was stretched out to him.

The rich businessman screamed in pain, and angrily stretched out his other hand to grab the cocklebur.Xanthium was grabbed by his ankle, picked it up and slammed it hard, coughing up a mouthful of blood.The candlestick fell from his hand and rolled to an unnoticed corner, burning the wooden floor and window curtains.

It was a dry and hot weather, and the fire spread quickly, and the flames ignited several meters high in the blink of an eye.The rich businessman found out that there was a flood, and, ignoring the dying cocklebur, he hurriedly called people to put out the fire.

The rich businessman ran away, but the cocklebur had no strength to move.He waited for a long time before sitting up slowly, and resolutely walked towards the window, the only exit in the whole fire scene.

When he came, he looked out the window. The wall was close to the house, behind it was a steep slope of low height, and below it was a chaotic slum.

Fortunately, the window was not high, so he could climb over it with all his strength.It's just that the window frame was too hot, and the edges were already burned, so he had to pick the middle part. Even so, all the parts that were in contact with the window frame still had blisters, because the contact time was the longest, and the shoes were kicked off. , the hottest on the feet.

Black smoke is also the same way out as him.The smoke mixed with countless small particles made him burst into tears. Gradually, the outlines of things became blurred. gone.

But he didn't dare to stop, and kept running away in a stumbling manner.Later, he couldn't run anymore, and he didn't know where he was in a coma, and then he forgot the previous experience.

After he woke up, he found that he had been picked up by a low-level organization.That organization picked up children as young as him, taught them to beg, steal, and even used their children's identities to assassinate them.

There the cocklebur stumbled and learned to survive in the dark.He seems to be born to be a night walker, so after going through a difficult period of adaptation, he is gradually living like a fish in water.

He quickly completed many assassination tasks that others could not do. Although they were all small fish and shrimps, they were enough to attract attention.As a reward, he got a dagger - that is Battooth.

At that time, the bat tooth was still a tattered and rusty dagger, and only the gemstone on the handle looked better, but no one could tell what kind of gemstone it was, and it couldn't be sold at a high price. A dagger with a complete hilt.

Cocklebur cherishes this dagger very much.He carefully wiped off the rust that no one else would glance at, and was surprised to find that the sharp blade under the rust was as clean as new without being corroded at all.

From then on, the bat tooth became the weapon that accompanied him the longest, from the dark alley, to the empty Gu Moling, and then to his destination in this life.

He has been in this organization for three and a half years, which is a rare and stable time.It's a pity that this organization is also a low-level organization in the end. Later, it is said that someone got into trouble with the official and was suppressed for a while.

People in the government did not believe that the famous killer in the organization was just a child over eight years old, so Xanthium escaped smoothly without being caught.It's just that he was homeless again, so he had to spend his days in the wild hungry and full.

Then one day, he heard small rustling movements in the woodland, thought it was a rabbit or some other small animal, and wanted to add some food for himself, but in the end he was caught by some black-clothed men who should be some dark guards. people caught.I don't know what they discussed, but in the end they didn't kill him, they just threw him into the camp where the hidden guards were trained.

He hid the bat tooth well, and the hidden guards didn't seem to care whether he had any weapons on him.He struggled for more than half a year in the place where the hidden guards were trained, and he performed very well in all aspects, but because of the injuries he suffered at the rich businessman before, he couldn't cultivate his internal strength no matter what.

So he was dropped.

Perhaps God felt that his life should not be terminated. After he noticed this trend, he suspended his death for a while. After hiding in the mountain of corpses for two days, he successfully escaped from the mass grave.

He had nowhere to go again.

This small body has suffered too much. When wandering in the wilderness, Xanthium could feel that he was going to die.

At that time, he met Huayan by the wilderness path outside the city.

At that time, Hua Yan was full of hostility, and because of the internal force that exceeded the limit, the tiny blood vessels on the surface of the skin would often burst, making him look like a ghost crawling back from hell.

But the cocklebur couldn't see it.He was very hungry at the time, and he only wondered if he could beg some food from this man who had finally passed by.

Hua Yan silently looked at the child who was not afraid of him for a while, and asked him: "Hey, if you have nowhere to go, would you like to come with me?"

Xanthium noticed that his voice was not normal, as if the torn vocal cords were barely put together to make a sound, with a tearing hoarseness and wind leakage.

"But I don't know anything." The little cocklebur blinked in confusion, "I can only kill. Do you need me to help you kill?"

Hua Yan laughed.

"That's right, I need a knife." He said slowly, "A knife that can be used to cut some people into pieces. ... What's your name?"

"I don't know, I forgot. But they call me Xiaoshiwu."

"Hard to hear. Well, let me think about it... Tsk, cocklebur!"

"Cocklebur?"

"It's just a grass seed hanging on my clothes. But you can call it that if you like."

"Ah. Let's call it this."

So Xanthium got its own name and went away with him.

Because of Huayan, he no longer has to be like a bereaved dog, no matter which roof he hides from the rain, he will be kicked out.

But after meeting Langling, his ups and downs in the first half of his life finally had meaning.

……

Xanthium woke up suddenly, the feeling was similar to dreaming that I was running in the wilderness and suddenly tripped over a small stone.

He looked around in a daze, and found that he had been moved to the bed by Lang Ling at some point, and even changed his robes, but the belts were not tight, and most of the robes fell apart when he sat up abruptly. , showing half of her fair shoulders.

Langling just came in, her hair was loose, and she was wearing a loose bathrobe. Seeing that the cocklebur had woken up, she said, "You're awake? The hot spring in the backyard has released water. I was just about to wake you up and take a bath." .”

As he spoke, he noticed that Xanthium's complexion was not very good, and asked concerned: "What? Did you have a nightmare?"

Cocklebur was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Ling, come here."

Langling walked to the bedside as she said, and was pulled down by the collar by Xanthium unsuspectingly, and kissed her on the lips.

Langling's eyes widened in astonishment, but when Xan'er clumsily tried to tease him, he quickly restrained his mind and fought back fiercely.

After holding him down and bullying him for a while, Lang Ling let go of him, and with some reluctance, he looked away from his red lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

"I dreamed that I was a child." Cocklebur said in a low voice, "There is a fat man, he wants to fuck me."

After a pause, he said in disgust again: "Disgusting."

Lang Ling's face darkened as early as he said it, narrowing her eyes dangerously: "Who? When did it happen?"

"Seventeen...well, 18 years ago." Cang'er thought, "The rich merchants in Mulin City don't know their names, but they should be able to recognize them."

In the blink of an eye, he has known Lang Ling for more than a year and almost two years.

"18 years ago?" This time almost exploded Langling's lungs. He gritted his teeth and said, "You were only so old at that time! Even such a small child can be swallowed. Such a guy deserves a thousand dollars. Cut off the frying pan!"

After getting angry, he calmed down and asked Xan'er, "Did you kill him?"

"No." Cocklebur rubbed against his chest attached, "I just remembered."

"That's just right." Lang Ling didn't ask him why he forgot, but said coldly, "I'll have someone investigate it right now, and when I find out, I'll accompany you to settle the matter myself."

Cocklebur blinked.

"Is he dead?"

It's 18 after all.

"Then dig the grave and flog the corpse." Lang Ling picked him up and softened his tone, "Okay, forget about those disgusting things for now, do you want to soak in the hot spring?"

Xanth blinked again, and was obediently carried by Lang Ling.

Just sitting on the edge of the pool, he touched the water with his feet, and suddenly said: "He didn't succeed, but he touched me."

Lang Ling, who had just entered the water, turned around suddenly, and saw that guy tilted his head in the hazy water mist, with a pair of strange-colored eyes as seductive as a goblin, as if he was silently asking him: Don't you touch it back?

Although Lang Ling felt sorry for him more and didn't mean to care about this matter, but facing such a cocklebur, he had to admit - he was bewitched.

At that moment, he had the urge to completely smear his mark on Xanthium's body, so that he could completely forget about that disgusting scum.

He leaned over, grabbed the ankle of the cocklebur, and pulled him into the water.

He doesn't mind turning the urge into reality.

As for the rich businessman.

he thought casually.

Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and he and Xanthium don't mind doing this retribution.

……

There has been no "Ghost Bat" in the Jianghu for a long time. In the conversation after dinner, people with good intentions have speculated whether he has washed his hands and retired from the Jianghu, or was captured and evaporated in a mission. Placed a handicap.

At this moment, a piece of news spread like wind throughout the Jianghu.

"Ghost Bat" strikes again!

And this time the deceased didn't know what enmity he had with him, and his death was extremely miserable!

Because usually when the "ghost bat" makes a move, it seems from the wound that it is pursuing a one-hit kill. Even if it is poisoned, it will not intentionally inject that kind of tormenting poison, so people in the world actually tacitly agree that he does not want to kill people. Will torture their own mission objectives.In other words, he is a more "benevolent" killer.

Under such circumstances, how did the wealthy businessman surnamed Xu offend him, so that when he was seen, he was half buried like a stele on the road he donated to build, his eyes were wide open, and after digging out, he found It is particularly noticeable when it is castrated.

Those with good deeds were not far away, so they made a special trip to watch. When they came back, they shook their heads at their friends: "Sin, sin! If you want me to say, this is retribution. That'ghost bat', well done!"

The friend asked curiously, "How?"

"Hey, when I went, the three sons of the rich businessman surnamed Xu were digging their father out, crying and cursing the 'ghost bat', and they said they would pay him a reward for his life !" The troublemaker was amazed, "I still sympathized with them, but in the end, tsk tsk..."

"What's wrong?" the friend couldn't help asking.

The troublemaker looked around and lowered his voice: "They dug a big hole and dug out their father, but guess what? Digging and digging, a skeleton frame was dug out from the wall of the hole! "

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands: "So small, I dare say, it is definitely not six years old! God is so pitiful. That's not counting. Later, more children were dug out of the pit! Some of them were children. Just died!"

"What?!" The friend was shocked.

"That place looks like a grave of hundreds of people. I looked at it very creepy, so I