Tanglin heard the words

The next day, all is well.

Except Aunt Li.

Dong Lingxi felt very headache about how to deal with this woman.

Obviously, Chu Yan was very concerned about this woman, neither doubted her origin nor considered how strange the "coincidence" was.

After packing his luggage, before Dong Lingxi could speak, this man who had never asked for anything begged his master in a low voice.

"Master, Aunt Li doesn't know martial arts, she is straightforward and can't turn corners. Let's send her to a safe place first. Look at this, is that okay?"

Dong Lingxi listened, nodded with a smile, and said softly, "Do as you want", while secretly feeling ruthless in her heart, Tong'er didn't recruit this woman away, either the girl was already dead, or That girl was seriously injured and unable to control, no matter what, it must be wrong to have a Gu corpse by her side, and one must prevent the Gu corpse from hurting Chu Yan, cutting the weeds without eradicating the roots, causing endless troubles, let alone a person who has been abandoned Dead man, this Gu corpse cannot be destroyed.

"In a while, I will let the butterflies go out, tell Prison Liang our location, and ask him to send a clever one. This is the foot of Yongshan Mountain. Let's go east for about three or four days, and we will find a stronghold. Let's go with them. Just meet there and hand over your Aunt Li safely to their hands before we set off."

At this point, Chu Yan nodded, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for his master.

Because of his previous debts, he was too incompetent to bother his master.

Thinking of this, the person will wilt.

Regarding Dong Lingxi, how could he not know Chu Yan's thoughts? This man's awkwardness has not been a day or two.

In fact, he couldn't understand it. He promised Chu Yan in words, expressed his desire for dominance vividly in actions, and obeyed his own fate psychologically. Apart from saying a few more words, it basically has no big effect.

Therefore, the ancient people's thinking of superiority and inferiority was carried in their bones, and no matter how you correct it, it will be futile.

After thinking about it like this, Dong Lingxi was stunned and depressed.

Thus, this sunny morning passed slowly under an inexplicably heavy atmosphere.

In Yongshan County, in a small inn, Xiao Er lay lazily on the wine table, drowsy.

In a poor country, there are few customers, and the locals are not rich, so it is a luxury to come to a restaurant to eat and drink, and the work of this mistress is extraordinarily leisurely, even boring.

This afternoon, a handsome young man in white clothes and a handsome swordsman in navy blue, to this Xiao Er, they are like gods who fell from the sky. People in small places have never seen anything in the world, let alone people from Jianghu.

Xiaoer stared blankly for a long time, but didn't say hello, suddenly, he was slapped on the back of the head with stares in his eyes, and hurriedly looked back, "The shopkeeper!"

"Looking at your unpromising appearance, you really deserve a beating. I don't think it's enough to slap you!"

"Don't! Don't! Shopkeeper, I was wrong."

"Hurry up and greet the guests!" As he said, the gray-haired old man who looked about sixty turned his head with a smile, nodded and bowed and said to Dong Lingxi and Chu Yan: "Two guest officers, please, small place, what's the matter?" If it’s not thoughtful, you two just say it, just say it.”

Dong Lingxi didn't have any expression on her face, with the corners of her lips curled up, she asked for two guest rooms and walked in.

Chu Yan turned around and helped Aunt Li who was sitting on the bullock cart to get out of the cart, entered the guest room, and then told Xiaoer: "Prepare the meals for three people, one person will send it to this room, and the two will send it to that room."

Xiao Er was puzzled, the old man looked very rich, and the guest rooms in the small shop were all empty, why did the two old men have to squeeze together, thinking about it, he just opened his mouth and said so.

"Oh! Shopkeeper, why are you beating me again?"

"A broken mouth, no one to guard the door, the guest officer can do whatever he wants, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"No, I'm just..."

"It's a fart! Go to the back and get some food for the guests!"

Xiaoer pursed her mouth, rubbed her head, and walked into the back kitchen in a flash.

When the food was served, Dong Lingxi and Chu Yan slowly started to eat, and then the shopkeeper of the small inn came over with a smile and asked if it suits the guest officer's appetite.

"Lao Liu, how about I arrange this place for you?"

Dong Lingxi asked casually while eating.

The shopkeeper of the inn smiled crookedly, bowed deeply, and said: "This subordinate just wants to spend his whole life in Xanadu. The place arranged by the little prince is good. Thank you, subordinate."

"I don't dare to accept the letter of thanks. Dongling just fulfilled your wish, father and housekeeper, but this time, you have to do me a favor."

"Young Lord, just give me orders. If you want to help me, it really frustrates the old man."

"The lady in the next room is my benefactor. There was a relationship before. You can arrange for her, housekeeper. Someone will pick her up in a few days. It will only take a few days."

"If you are a little prince, there is nothing to trouble you."

In this way, Aunt Li was settled. Dong Lingxi waited with Chu Yan for three days, but the person who answered her was nowhere to be seen. She wanted to drag the man away, but whenever she saw the man's worried eyes, Rao Dong Lingxi, who had almost exhausted his patience, didn't dare to say anything, so he could only guard against it secretly and prevent the man from getting along with that Gu corpse.

Chu Yan, on the other hand, was a little confused. He felt that his master regarded him too strictly, and he could hardly leave him. It was absolutely forbidden to be alone with Aunt Li. If he went to find Aunt Li without telling him, that person would I started to get sulky and ignored myself. If I think about it this way, that person looks like a child who is afraid of being robbed of his toys by others. It is unreasonable to be overbearing. However, when he entered the house, he could not "punish" himself Said it was like a child...

It's just like...

It's like being...jealous...

Thinking of this, the wheat-colored face of the man who was always serious and sullen couldn't help but blush.

When the respondent arrived, Chu Yan's waist was so painful that he couldn't get out of bed.

"Here we come," Dong Lingxi looked at the dusty prison with a smile in his eyes.

Jail Xu knelt down on one knee and replied in a low voice: "This subordinate has seen the sect master."

"Get up, just you?"

"Going back to the sect master, there are three other people who are still on the way and will arrive around tomorrow morning."

"Okay, you come with me."

Dong Lingxi got up, closed the door of the room where Chu Yan was resting, led the respondent into the room of the Gu corpse, pointed to Aunt Li, who was no different from ordinary people, and said, "This thing, you and the other three, look for it." A remote place was set on fire for me."

Although the Gu corpse usually behaved almost like a human being, when it heard Dong Lingxi's words without any emotion or consideration, it didn't refute at all, it just blinked, looked at Dong Lingxi, looked at the prison Xu, look back at Dongling Xi again.

Such and such, but Yuxu became confused, "Master, this...?"

"It's just a Miaojiang Gu corpse, so I can't keep it," Dong Lingxi squinted at the prison, "When it's done, forget about it."

"Yes, then... the guard Yan?"

"I'll tell Chu Yan that you should send him back safely. As for this person, whether he lives or dies depends on chance."

What this means is that they should still take him back. As for Dong Lingxi and Chu Yan coming back, whether this 'Aunt Li' is alive or dead depends on whether they can find a replacement, a loyal one. It won't be a bad thing, if not, then this "Aunt Li" is "old and frail, she accidentally fell into the water and died".

Prison Xu understood what he heard, he bowed his hands and took his order, and went to make arrangements.

Dong Lingxi didn't look at the Gu corpse again, and also opened the door and left.

About five days later, Chu Yan came back from his care and bid farewell to Aunt Li. The two of them rode horses and walked leisurely towards Miaojiang according to the original itinerary.

Like that, where is it to seek revenge, it is clearly to go sightseeing...

Chu Yan looked at his master who was walking on his right, and secretly cursed in his heart.

The author has something to say: completed ^

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May 13st will post an episode in the QQ group, mainly talking about Chu Yan’s hard life in the military camp. , please ignore if you don't want to watch...

As for the production of this article, == is requested by the BT Xiaoyao...

Midnight Dreamback May Day Special

The author has something to say: == This... Calvin is so serious...

It's like this... Originally I promised Xiaoyao to be the dark text of Yanyan's past, so I kept writing this, but no matter how I wrote it, it didn't feel right, so I deleted it infinitely, rewritten it infinitely... =口=, in the end I didn't Write a dark text... [I'm so dear...tears~~~QAQ]

After holding on for so long, I finally got it out... OTL, I owe you a piece of meat... I will make up for it... --

(So, what is this article...--Tang Ling's small attack classic collection?????)

"23! Did you split the firewood?"

A soldier came from a long way, shouting loudly as he walked.

The man who was pulling the weeds raised his head, stared straight at the past with dark eyes, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "It's split."

"Screw a fart! That's still piled up!"

"..." The man stood up slowly, his whole body remained calm, put down the sickle in his hand, and walked straight over.

"You go!" the soldier asked loudly, his eyes widening, and he raised his hand to grab the man.

"……firewood."

"Chop a piece of wood! You can chop whenever you want! There are no rules!" Then, he gave the man a hard kick on the calf.

The man suddenly felt a dull pain in his calf bone, but he clenched his fists and stood more firmly and straighter stubbornly.

"Why so straight!" The soldier pushed the man hard, "An animal like you should lower its body and crawl!" He kicked again.

The man's feet were vain, and after working for many days without eating enough, his feet softened and he just fell to the ground.

The person fell down, but the sharpness of the raised eyes did not lose a bit.

When the soldier saw it, he immediately became angry, kicked his foot, and shouted as he kicked, "I will make you stare, let you stare, come quickly! 23 rebelled!"

That shout was like a rally whistle, and there were several more in a short while.

The scolding was louder than the loud, and there was no need to stop punching and kicking. 23 didn't say a word, but he admired it in his heart. After practicing|practicing for a whole day, they still had the strength to beat and scold and punish themselves again. It's really good physical strength.

When he opened his eyes again, 23 was stunned for a while, and then took a breath blankly, but his body trembled and trembled as the air entered.

The man felt cold, whether it was his limbs that were too stiff to move, or his body that was so painful that it was numb, they all felt the bone-chilling cold.

The dry and intense man with a burning throat couldn't help coughing, and while he was panting dryly, he felt severe pain in his chest.

He moved a little, and realized that his body could not move an inch. When he looked down, he realized that he was kneeling on his knees, lying on his stomach, with his face on the ground, and his wrists and ankles were tightly bound by hemp rope. together.

He blinked, recalling what happened not long ago, the routine after the beating and scolding, and feeling weak all over his body. If it weren't for the constant collision behind him and the feet on his head, he would have fallen to the cold ground long ago .

The man's consciousness was in a trance, and his body, which had lost consciousness and strength, was limp. Apart from remembering to bite his lips tightly and not make a sound, there was nothing he could do.

In the chaos, the laughter around him and the sudden pain in his head made him regain some slight consciousness. Between trying to open his eyes and breathing calmly, his mouth was stuffed with something stinky.

The unstoppable coughing and breathlessness made him frown tightly, and he struggled subconsciously, but was firmly stepped on by one foot, unable to move.

The stench and suffocation, the burning pain behind him, the loud laughter in his ears, the coldness of his body, and the darkness where he couldn't see anything, among all this chaos and noise, he rolled his eyes and couldn't bear it. The place of residence passed out.

Standing in the crowd, Chu Yan looked at the man who had passed out but was still not let go. His eyes did not fluctuate, and his face had no expression or temperature. He just looked at him coldly.

How long ago was this?

he asked himself.

For so long it was as if it never happened.

The master treats himself well, pampers and loves him, making himself think that these are all dreams.

A ridiculous nightmare.

If this is all true, then why should the master pamper and coax him.

If a woman is humiliated, marry her, and the man who vowed to have a good relationship for a hundred years will also despise and abandon her...

Let alone a man...

Thinking of this, Chu Yan was startled, his body broke out in a cold sweat, and he opened his eyes. A thick darkness covered his eyes, and the sneering voices around him that had not yet disappeared aroused his heart. His fingertips trembled, and his breathing gradually became rapid. When I got up, without any warning, my chest was lightly stroked by a hand, and suddenly, my body was as tight as a piece of iron.

"Chu Yan, what's wrong?"

Dong Lingxi stroked Chu Yan's chest, smoothed it gently, supported it with her left hand, raised her body halfway, looked down at the man with a soft voice, waited for a long while, saw that the man still had a dull expression, and frowned , raised his hand to touch the man's cheek, dawdled, and used his actions to comfort the frightened man little by little.

He knew that Chu Yan must be dreaming again, saving a young man who was almost played to death during the day, and still trying hard to please his benefactor even though he was seriously injured...

No matter how long it has passed, as long as you come into contact with the slightest thing that has anything to do with the man's past, it will cause the man's nightmare to recur. Words of comfort are useless. Men can bury those things in their hearts and rot, or they can be taken away by others. To ridicule, and don't want it to come out of his mouth.

Chu Yan's consciousness was still a little hazy, he tried his best to adapt to the dark surroundings, the sneer slowly disappeared, replaced by the occasional silence of cicadas singing around him and the seemingly absent sound of breathing in his ears, looking down at the white skin on his chest Hand, looking down the arm, a pair of eyes full of pity and distress, that mouth that always smiles softly, coupled with the tenderness of his face, the man is almost crying.

The pain and depression in my heart, dissatisfaction and anger, helplessness and despair, all turned into endless grievances and dependence the moment I saw this face.

Yes, this man is different...

He raised his arms, hugged the person lying on him tightly, and buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder.

Dong Lingxi let the man hug her tightly, and kept stroking the back of the man's head with his right hand, over and over again, very slowly and softly, but the topic changed, which had nothing to do with the man's dream: "Yesterday Yihong There was news that the ghost was fine, and the residual poison of Ice Fire Palm was also cleared. Although he still had to avoid his father's pursuit, he finally saved his life. Easy to say."

Chu Yan paused, tightened his grip on Dong Lingxi's clothes, and said in a muffled voice, "Ghosting... is he okay?"

"Okay, Yihong has put in so much energy, that kid is naturally very good."

"……That's good."

After speaking, both of them fell silent.

Dong Lingxi didn't know what to say, while Chu Yan didn't want to say anything, he just felt very tired, wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep, his chest was stuffy, and his temples were throbbing with pain.

Dong Lingxi lowered her eyes, looked at the top of the man's head, sighed secretly, stretched out her right hand, and grasped the thing between the man's crotch slightly.

The man took a breath, and reflexively held Dong Lingxi's right hand.

"Why?" Dong Lingxi asked in a deep voice, "Don't want to?"

"No,..." Chu Yan buried his head in front of Dong Lingxi's chest, his voice was hoarse, but he didn't let go of his hands, his whole body was tense.

Dong Lingxi looked straight at the man, retracted her right hand, and touched the man's cheek. Before the man could react, she lowered her head and bit|bited the man's lips.

It's so easy to invade the other's mouth, Dong Lingxi's |kiss| is as intense as if he wants to swallow the man.

"... um... no..."

Chu Yan pressed his hands against Dong Lingxi's chest, and in the gap between kisses, one or two words of resistance leaked out from time to time.

"master……"

Dong Lingxi didn't pay attention at all, just grabbed the man's hand, pressed the man to lie flat on the bed, and kissed harder and harder.

After a |kiss|, Dong Lingxi frowned, looking at the pale man under her, her anger grew, "It's a shame to make you look like this in a dream..."

"...Master..." Chu Yan looked at the person above him with disbelief in his eyes. This person... lost his temper?

Dong Lingxi's always soft face showed an annoyed expression for the first time, "It's been so long, you still hold on to it, like a woman, secretly sad all day long , do you find it interesting!"

"..."

"Those guys are dead! But you're still alive!"

"...Master..." Chu Yan stretched out his hand to hold Dong Lingxi's wrist, his voice hoarse.

"Don't call me, that sounds like a headache!"

"...Master..." Leaning closer to Dong Lingxi even harder, Chu Yan's hands tightened a bit, and there was a hint of imperceptible begging in his voice.

Dong Lingxi looked at him, blinked, sighed, withdrew her hand to rub the man's hair, and put it close to the man's ear, kissing||kissing from time to time, while softly comforting him: "I shouldn't rush at you Yelling, I shouldn't, don't be nervous, I'm just angry at myself, Chu Yan, my Chu Yan, I'm just angry at myself, angry at myself for not saving you sooner..."

Chu Yan was held in Dong Lingxi's arms, listening to comfort after sound.

After so many years, that nightmare will still appear from time to time, reminding him how dirty he is, reminding him that everything now seems to be stolen, and every time he can't help thinking of this, he will break out in cold sweat. It is endless fear and disbelief.

He will suffer, laugh at himself, and wonder how he survived.

He would keep his eyes open, stare blankly at the roof, and think over and over again what he used to support himself to survive.

In that kind of place that is more painful than hell, how on earth did he survive the whole 11 years.

11...

This is almost the happiest and happiest time in a person's life.

Then, he would be afraid, and rightfully afraid of the day when Dong Lingxi would abandon him.

Until the people around him woke up, hugged him, and called himself Chu Yan over and over again.

At this time, he will subconsciously lean towards Dong Lingxi, getting closer and closer, and then slightly tilt his head, smelling the green plum fragrance on Dong Lingxi's body, let himself forget, let himself know that those are things that have been in the past for a long time and it won't happen again...