Proudly follow your heart

"Are we...?" Repeating Nangong Cangao's words, Jun Zhanran sometimes really wants to stop time and live in the present moment, especially this moment, which is enough, but this kind of thinking is just a thought.

He is not an unrealistic person, and he does not want to waste everything he has done in the past, "We still have a lot to do next."

The voice was slow, looking at his legs, Jun Zhanran's face was condensed, "I must find someone to compensate for the pain I have suffered. When you arrive in Linnan, you are not retreating, but retreating. Don't forget this. .”

The charcoal fire in the copper furnace was burning red, and the sparks dimmed for a moment, as if frozen by the cold tone, Nangong Cang Ao gathered the blanket, "Do you think I will forget?"

There was a terrified smile in his voice, and the person Jun Zhanran valued was not a soft-hearted person.

Nangong Cang Ao has a name in a narrow sense, but it is not the narrow sense that made him famous, but the number of prisoners he took down. Not a chivalrous heart.

Jun Zhanran nodded, "After the rest, I still have some things to deal with. As long as my legs can recover to [-]% by then, I will be satisfied."

Nangong Cangao was not satisfied with such a notification, and opened his half-closed eyes, "What do you need to deal with? I can accompany you. You will not be able to recover for a while."

"No, it's just a trivial matter. I need to ask a few people to ask questions." After leaking a part, Jun Zhanran moved to see that there is no problem in walking, the only difference is flexibility.

"This place is not far from Xianan Pass. If Mu Zhaoran doesn't give up and orders someone to do it secretly, how will you resist? He is not an idler. Do you want to let the blood out again?" Nangong Cangao frowned, looking In the past, he had a deep shadow about his self-harm, and he had to bring it up from time to time.

So far, Jun Zhanran's legs are still tied with white cloth, and he has been prescribed medicine, but still has severe pain. In fact, since he was able to stand up, the pain has not subsided.

"It's not that I want to do this. You should know that this is a last resort. I have no choice but to do this." Secret to secret, now that the secrets of both of them have been exposed, Jun Zhanran doesn't want to trouble Nangong Cangao anymore , did not mention that he hid the cause of Nangong Jin's death.

Nangong Cang Ao didn't want to bring up the old things again, but Jun Zhanran's attitude was so disapproving that he couldn't help being displeased, "When will you be able to talk so plainly about everything? It seems that nothing is a big deal. your own body."

"It's precisely because this is my own body. I know best. The situation at that time was a bit scary, but it wasn't because of you?" Nangong Cangao didn't know why he was unhappy, but he squinted, "If it wasn't for you, I would have I intend to continue to hide..."

As if he didn't see Nangong Cangao's gradually brightening and sinking eyes, his eyes were leisurely, "As long as Huangde thinks I'm disabled, he will despise me to some extent, unlike now, he will definitely want to kill me."

"Because of me, you mutilated your legs just to stand up." Nangong Cang Ao didn't hear anything else, only this sentence was in his ears, he put his arms around Jun Zhanran's shoulders, and gently rubbed his cheek against his neck.

After a while like this, he suddenly asked: "Did you feel any pain in your leg at that time? How much pain?"

"Why do you ask this?" Looking at Nangong Cangao's face, Jun Zhanran believed that he would not like his answer.

"You tell me it is." He looked at him seriously, demanding an answer.

"I'm a human, a person of flesh and blood, and if I separate the flesh and blood with stones, do you think it will hurt?" Jun Zhan raised his eyebrows.

After taking out the silver needles, the feeling in both legs has recovered. How can a person who has injured his legs bloody with stone flakes not feel the pain at that time.

"This is your pain, and it's also my pain." Nangong Cang Ao still looked at him like that, as if his eyes had seen all his blood and flesh, "I want your answer just to remember this pain. "

"Actually, I don't want to recall the situation that day at all, and I don't want to know how you managed to do it at that time, lest I know too much, the pain here will kill me." Nangong Cangao held his hand and put it in his chest.

The sound of the heart beat in the palm of his hand, as if he was holding his heart, his soul in his hands, Jun Zhanran unconsciously tightened his fingers, and put his arms around Nangong Cangao's heart, "Don't worry, I won't tell you what happened at that time. How does it feel, I will not let you die because of distress."

It was a bit of a joke, and a bit serious, Jun Zhanran himself couldn't remember how many times he had cut his legs. At that time, there was only one thought in his mind——

Stand up and save Nangong Cang Ao.

Other than that, there was nothing else, he didn't feel the bursts of tearing when the stone flakes cut the flesh, he didn't feel the warmth and stickiness of the blood gushing out, and he didn't feel the piercing pain caused by the rain washing along the wound .

He only saw the figure of Nangong Cang Ao on the cliff, and he still remembered a sense of coldness. When he saw the long sword in Nangong Youyu's hand resting on Nangong Cang Ao's neck, that coldness instantly turned into fear, and he was struck in vain. Come, so fast that he trembled unconsciously.

"Fortunately, it was raining at the time, and no one noticed..." As if talking to himself, the words he said suddenly made Nangong Cang Ao a little puzzled, "What did you notice?"

"Fortunately no one noticed, I was trembling." Raising his wrist, Jun Zhanran looked at his palms and clenched his fists tightly, "My hands were trembling when I pierced through Nangong Yu's heart."

He is the Ghost Hand Wushuang, the Ghost Hand Wushuang that Lian Pingkanghuangdou is afraid of, the master of Wulou, his fingertips are trembling when killing people!Who can believe it?

"If you say it, it's a big joke." He shook his head, Nangong Cang Ao pressed the back of his neck, his eyes were burning, "Why are you shaking?"

"Seeing that you are controlled by Nangong Yuyu, you are only one step away. If I am even one point late, he may be against you! If he wants to be against you, he will never waste time to give you room to react." Jun Zhanran Remembering the crisis at that time, and recalling it, his face darkened.

One step away, it was like two worlds, up and down the cliff, seeing Nangong Cang Ao being controlled by others because of himself, unable to escape, he was very anxious, the rain failed to extinguish the fire in his heart, but ignited the killing intent.

When his legs regained a little feeling, he grasped the rocky cliff, borrowed his strength, and succeeded in one move.

"It's just killing people." He turned sideways, looking from top to bottom with extremely deep eyes, "It's just killing people... because his sword was on your neck, and when I killed him, I couldn't control it. I'm trembling, I'm so afraid that you will be hurt by him."

"Zhan Ran!" Nangong Cang Ao couldn't help being moved.

"Don't say anything." Leaning down, Jun Zhanran bit his lips, kissed him lightly a few times, poked his tongue in, and suddenly deepened the kiss.