Tanglin heard the words

Leaving Chu Jing and the others here, Dong Lingxi gave some instructions and led Chu Yan back to the Eight Sects. Now Feng Huigu was inexplicably destroyed, and the rivers and lakes began to smell blood again. Although it is unknown, and between kicking and restlessness, I have to guess the ins and outs of it, but the dungeon that cooperates with it is like a mirror. These days, I have competed with the eight sects openly and secretly. In this way, many things The accumulation made Dong Lingxi busy.

After a few days like this, when I get news from Chu Liu again, it will be nothing...

Even with Hei Liuniang and Chu Jing, the girl was still not kept.

In the study room, Dong Lingxi put down the brush in his hand, crossed his hands, put his elbows on the desk, and spoke calmly.

"Are you walking peacefully?"

Chu Jing wiped away tears and nodded silently.

Dong Lingxi was dejected, and sighed in his heart, the words came to his lips, but he didn't know what to say, so he pursed his lips, waved his hand, and sent Chu Jing away.

Thinking about it, there is absolutely no reason to save people like that. Even if they are saved, people may not be able to be considerate. Although Chu Liu has a childlike heart, he also carries a bit of arrogance and high spirits. Or... sleepy all the time, for her, it's better to die, but...

Dong Lingxi lowered her eyes and gradually frowned.

But... just like what Chu Yan said, there is hope only if you live, and if you live,...

that girl...

It's better to survive...

Chu Yan had just divided and integrated the news from the new newspaper one by one, and went back to the study with a large stack of files. He saw his master sitting on the window frame, silently looking at the sky outside, not even breathing. Involuntarily lowered.

Putting down the file, he walked to Dong Lingxi's side, without saying a word, just picked up a coat and put it on for Dong Lingxi.

He just got the news about Chu Liu. When Chu Zhang came to look for him, the tall and strong man seemed a little thinner. Even his face was sallow and sallow, his eyes were lifeless, and his shoulders slumped. ...

"That kid Chu Zhang, he probably likes Liu'er..." Dong Lingxi said without looking back.

Chu Yan blinked and hummed lightly.

"Oh, I can even see your wood, really." After a pause, Dong Lingxi slowly turned her head, raised her eyes to look at Chu Yan, with a sarcasm on her lips, "Fate is tricking people."

"……Yes."

Turning her head and looking at the sky again, Dong Lingxi said in a calm tone, "Unlike the others, I dragged that girl out of the fire with my own life, and her legs and feet are still weak. At that time, the master began to call me from the master to the master. I grew up together, and I regarded it as my little sister, and I always took good care of it. Her good man got married, and she also wanted to see that girl with a group of children, with white temples and orange peel, but she didn't expect that she would disappear before the double tenth day..."

Chu Yan listened quietly, his throat was very dry, and he looked down at his toes. I've seen it, but I haven't thought about it, maybe, I shouldn't insist on continuing to save Chu Liu, and let the little girl suffer for nothing, and let the master and the others think about it for a few days.

Dong Lingxi was talking to herself, regardless of whether Chu Yan replied or not, she paused for a moment, and then continued: "I am used to that girl as being very stubborn, and she is really unruly and willful, but she is always making trouble. , without the slightest dark thoughts, and no big mistakes, in this case, I will let her go, but Chu Zhang suffers," he said softly, pulled Chu Yan back, straightened his head, with a trace of Smiling, rubbing the man's palms together, he sighed and said: "After several years of fighting and fighting, a pair of little mandarin ducks have been created, and today, they have become a pair of 'yin' and 'yang'."

He raised his head, looked at Chu Yan carefully, and pulled him even tighter, "...I'm afraid of death, Chu Yan."

Bucha stretched his eyes, and Chu Yan looked back seriously.

"I am a person who seems cynical, but is actually very cowardly."

Chu Yan pursed his lips and nodded subconsciously. Halfway through the nod, when he realized something was wrong, he turned into shaking his head again.

"Oh, silly boy," stood up, stroked the man's cheek, and directed at the other's pale lips, Dong Lingxi kissed lightly, then pressed her cheek against her cheek, and when she spoke, both of their faces were numb. "I'm really afraid of death. I used to be afraid of Liu Jiufeng's death. After Liu'er was arrested, I was afraid of Liu'er's death. Now I'm afraid of your death."

"No," Chu Yan looked straight ahead, Ren Donglingxi hugged him tightly, and slowly put his hand on Donglingxi's back, sliding slowly soothingly, "Chu Yan will definitely not will die."

"No one is immortal, everyone dies."

"Yes, Chu Yan is saying that Chu Yan will never die before the master."

"how do you know?"

"Chu Yan lives for the master, so naturally he must die for the master."

"..."

"Chu Yan certainly cannot die while you are alive."

On a warm winter afternoon, in the study of the small manor, two men hugged each other tightly, one with a calm face, wounded in the silence, and the other with firm eyes, without waves.

The one in white muttered 'Chu Yan' from time to time, over and over again, occasionally mixed with a few kiss|kisses, and landed on the other's neck.

The one in black, with expressionless face, but soft eyes, kept stroking the other's back with his hand, letting the other kiss again and again.

For the next three days, Bamen was surprisingly quiet, and everyone was busy quietly.

White cloth strips and black cloth flowers were hung on the borders of the manor and even the beams around the gate.

The newly arrived handyman took time to ask cautiously, and when he got an answer, he found out that it was the sect master's step-sister who had just gone there a few days ago.

In addition to sighing and regretting, surprise accounted for most of it. It turned out that the cold-hearted sect master would also feel sad for a righteous sister who had no relatives or relatives.

After a few more days, everything was done, and a suitable day was chosen for the funeral of Miss Liu.

The so-called 'funeral' was nothing more than turning a corner, setting up a wooden fence on the hillside not far behind the villa, and burning the coffin.

Chu Jing wept and explained to Dong Lingxi that the Life-eating Gu couldn't die, and it could only be cured once it was burned.

Dong Lingxi doesn't care, isn't it just cremation, nothing new.

It's just that Chuzhang suffered...

Bruised bones and ashes, death without a whole body, in this era, is the most vicious curse.

When the fire was blazing, the red flames illuminated everyone's faces.

Chu Jing squatted on the ground, crying loudly, chanting 'I'm sorry' all the time.

Hei Liuniang's expression was calm, and she looked at the fire in front of her without blinking.

Chu Zhang clenched his fists so hard that he turned white. There were blue veins on the back of his hands, and his face was tense. Contrary to usual, the man who always had a smile on his face was now as quiet as a tree, rooted on the ground. ,like a statue.

Chu Yan was confused and sober. It turned out that after all the hard work, success is not guaranteed.

Outside the eight sects, on a pine tree in the distance, a cold-faced woman in purple was looking at this side from a distance. She was holding a necklace in her right hand, and the necklace pendant was shaking slightly.

Mo Yiya watched the fire for as long as it burned, and rushed to rescue her before. She wanted to return Miss Liu to Dong Lingxi intact, but unexpectedly, she killed her instead...

If so, Mo Yiya lowered her eyes and looked at the chain in her palm, can these eight gates be returned...

The author has something to say: I'm back... QAQ, blah blah, there's something wrong with my physiology, cats can't do anything...~~

So, the update should be normal... OTL

As for "Ghost's Fanwai", I wrote it three times and deleted it all. I really don't feel it. I can only cultivate it slowly. Maybe someday, he will pop out ==