The whole world of cultivating immortals is afraid of my chicken soup

Although Lu Xingran didn't finish the second half of the sentence, he believed that those who understood him would understand.

Lou Chen was quiet for a long time after listening, and for a long time didn't know how to speak, what to say to comfort Lu Xingran, and to say what he wanted to hear.

Obviously the little baby didn't cry this time, but his almost indifferent tone hit his heart hard.

What to do to the extreme.

"Baby, how can I coax you?"

Lu Xingran gently nestled into his arms and said, "You don't need to do anything, you just need to pick me up when I'm all in pieces."

It's that simple.

Lu Xingran doesn't want anything, he just wants to love him and everyone he loves is safe and smooth.

No matter what kind of status everyone is, whether they have ordinary or splendid lives, it does not prevent the young people from loving them with full sincerity.

In the end, the contract was changed, and the slave bond was changed to a two-way one. The binding force on the demon slave is not so great. If the demon slave is injured and dies, it will still have a certain impact on the strength of the master, unlike the blue slave before. Whether Lan is dead or alive, he can't do any harm to Lu Xingran.

In fact, this result still made Lanlan sad for a long time, but Lu Xingran didn't know how to coax him. When Lanlan helped him tie his hair that day, Lanlan said, "Actually, I understand the truth, and I also know that you love me. Lanlan has no relatives." , It is already a great honor for you to be favored by God, but in fact, no matter what, I have already made preparations to live and die with the young master."

Lu Xingran pinched him gently, "Why are you so stubborn mermaid?"

Anyway, Lan Lan also has his own set of reasons, Lu Xingran said, "You don't have anything else you like? Isn't Master Uncle your good friend? Don't you like Elder Brother? Xiao Xia and Xiao Yan You haven't grown up yet, don't you like them?"

Lanlan lowered her eyelashes, "I like them all, but they are not as important as you."

Lu Xingran sighed, "Do you know why disciples of cultivating immortals have to go down the mountain to practice in the first ten years?"

"Improve your cultivation? Increase your experience?"

"That's one aspect. The most important point is that you need to cut off the mortal fate. Once you step into the world of cultivating immortals, it is equivalent to stepping on the journey of immortality. The life of a monk is precious and long, but there is a vast sea of ​​people who are talented and intelligent. How many monks are there? Can ordinary people practice casually? Of course not."

"The family members of most monks may not have the opportunity to get in touch with Taoism, and they have no spiritual roots to practice. Their life span is also short, and they will pass away from the monk's life in a short time. You think family members are important to them ?"

Lan Lan was stunned for a while, seeming to understand what Lu Xingran wanted to say, "It's important...but we are different, young master, you are..."

Lu Xingran raised his hand to stop Lan Lan's opening, "I know that in the world of cultivating immortals, the master-slave relationship of spiritual pets and slaves can even be compared to the master-student relationship, but what I want to talk about is not this."

"Lanlan, in the world I first lived in, there was something called tattooing. It was an art technique that used needles to pierce the skin to bring permanent ink into the body. There were many people who died young, Their lovers will choose tattoos as a way to retain and miss the people they once loved the most."

"The kind of love and longing that is carved into the skin and melted into the flesh and blood will accompany them for the rest of their lives, and they will never be separated until death."

"The life of people there is so short, why do such life-consuming things, why do you have to tie up the good times in the future with a dead person? Have you ever thought about why?"

"Obviously I like it so much, I love it so much, why don't you die with your lover? But you still have to live well."

Lu Xingran looked into his eyes seriously and affectionately, "I'm not talking to you alone, I know you have a secret voice on, I hope all of you understand that the reason why the people over there will bravely live to the end is because They carry the hope and glory of the dead, and they want to help those dead see the mountains and rivers again."

"Is that one person living again? That's two people."

"Use my body as your tomb where you sleep peacefully, together with my muscles, bones, skin and flesh, it will continue to live and flow with my belief in you."

Who said Xiaokubao only knows crow's mouth and poisonous chicken soup, he has thoughts and knowledge far beyond the crowd, and when he is serious and affectionate, he has a toughness that cannot be rejected.

Where is he young?Where is it not romantic?

In Lou Chen's eyes, Lu Xingran clearly said the whole story of love.

Lanlan murmured for a while, unable to speak, "Young master..."

Lu Xingran blinked at him, patted his hand soothingly, and said, "I have never doubted how important I am in your heart, and it is precisely because of this that I hope so desperately, You can live a good life, with or without me, I hope you have your own, complete life."

Lanlan was so moved that she couldn't help but burst into tears in the end. He seemed ashamed to let Lu Xingran see this kind of emotion that was close to collapse. He covered his face and ran out without letting Lu Xingran wipe his tears. He really didn't want to No more crying in front of Lu Xingran.

After talking so much, he was finally touched and improved, and Lu Xingran finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He pulled up his sleeve calmly and looked at it. There was a dark vein of blood on the left half of his arm, which was already slowly swimming upwards.

Like the kind of poison described in many martial arts novels, he would die if it spread to the heart.

It's not that Lu Xingran didn't move, and it wasn't that the idiots didn't do their best. Lu Xingran guessed that this might be the inevitable calamity in his star fortune. Is there such a Lu Xingran, he probably will have a catastrophe this year, and he can't escape it. .

The dark blood in his hand is the best proof.

He remembered that when Granny Baihua helped him pinch his bones, she said that the destiny cannot be violated, it cannot be avoided, and he must bear it.

He didn't tell anyone about this little trick, but he told his little uncle that Lou Chen's eyes turned red when he saw it, and he grabbed his wrist tightly, almost hurting the little baby, "How do you do that?" have to?"

"I don't know. After I woke up one day, I found out."

Lu Xingran seemed very calm, Lou Chen pulled him to sit cross-legged, and insisted on helping him to see, "Why did you hide it from us?"

"I don't really want to say..."

Lou Chen didn't really blame him, but felt uncomfortable and panicked, the feeling that the treasure he cherished and loved could not be grasped and was fragile, which made Zhenjun Haoqiong, who was obviously quite famous in the world of cultivating immortals, tremble intermittently. Hands are soft and feet are soft.

"Little Martial Uncle~ Don't be sad, don't let Master and the others know."

The simple movement of Lou Chen swallowing saliva felt a dull pain in his throat, as if countless bitterness and bitterness surged up in an instant, Lu Xingran's life was burned, and his limbs and bones were all aching.

He tightly hugged Lu Xingran into his arms, "Baby, baby."

"What should I do with you?"

Lu Xingran has never seen Lou Chen panic like this, he is the most talented monk in the entire continent, from the inside out, from the outside to the inside.

From hair to fingertips, from skin to flesh and blood, he is a perfect and powerful person who cannot be picked out.

Lu Xingran worshiped and admired him since he was a child, and he also deeply liked the little uncle, would be attracted by him, and would want more of his love.

But now seeing Lou Chen's distressed expression of panic and not knowing what to do, Lu Xingran felt sad again.

Tears rolled down his lips, "Little uncle, don't worry~ Xingran is fine."

Lu Xingran felt that he would never forget the way Lou Chen looked at him at that time.

The little uncle's eyes were red, filled with water vapor, and his autumn pupils were bottomless, but all the bright light seemed to be the star Lu Xingran, which was shattered in his eyes.

Lou Chen was neither sad nor furious.

He is afraid.

Lu Xingran called him again, "Little Master~"

Lou Chen pursed his lips and said nothing, but Lu Xingran felt an unprecedented pain.

He felt that Lou Chen's gaze had killed him to pieces and stabbed him beyond recognition.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you."

Before he could finish speaking, Lou Chen held his face carefully, the little uncle seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, so cautiously and tenderly kissed Lu Xingran's lips.

He encountered all difficulties high above, and never saw Zhenjun Haoqiong who evaded or flinched.

Suddenly, in front of Lu Xingran, she cried like a child.

He just couldn't help but shed a few tears involuntarily, and didn't even make a sound, but Lu Xingran was stunned, and didn't know how to coax him for a long time.

I could only stumble and say, "Little, little uncle, it's all Xingran's fault, Xing, Xingran made you worry."

Raising his hand clumsily to wipe his tears, Lou Chen looked at him with extremely sad eyes, but he tried so hard to bear it, Lu Xingran felt that he was more sad than him at that moment.

"Brother Ah Chen, I don't want you to cry, I want you to be happy."

But without Lu Xingran, how can you make him happy?

"How long?"

"Almost a month."

"It appeared before the straw doll came?"

Lu Xingran nodded silently.

"Actually, I didn't want to tell you, but I really want to talk to someone. I always feel that it's okay if someone can help me share it."

"Speaking to a person is always different from speaking to a group of people. I just want a hug or a shoulder, not so many worried and anxious hearts."

"Little Martial Uncle, I can feel that my fate is not far away. It should be in my year. I can't escape it, and I can't escape it."

"I don't even know what I will face in the next few months... I have been afraid, complained, disappointed and hopeless. I often think, what did I do wrong? Why do I have to suffer this kind of crime, but then I thought, maybe I used too much good luck to meet you."

"Thinking of it this way, I feel happy again. I don't regret it, nor feel sad, because I met such excellent you."

Lou Chen stared blankly at Lu Xingran, who was always frank and fearless, and always sincere, and suddenly lowered his head and hugged him tightly. The little uncle closed his eyes and pressed against his neck, "My Xingran is... ..."

"Scarred and still shining."

[The author has something to say: Recently, the tone has become a bit serious, so it’s not very funny, little baby is going to experience catastrophe soon!

Let's get over it and we can laugh~

Mozun: Wouldn't he be gone once he went through the calamity? !

Lu Xingran: Isn't there you, the last savior?

Mozun: You are not doing it for yourself, you are doing it to see my big belly, right? !

Xiao Xia: [Well] Old, wife? 【cute.jpg】

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