The Yin-Yang Tunes of Transmigrating Books

Han Jing took Chi Ling's hand all the way to the room without a word, and felt sticky at the place where his hands touched.

"Senior Sister?" Han Jing stopped and looked at Chi Ling who was reluctant to enter the door.

"..." Chi Ling didn't speak, but bit her lips tightly, shook her head, and fixed her eyes on the door.

"Ling'er, I'm here, don't be afraid." Han Jing stepped forward and stood in front of Chi Ling, blocking her sight, holding Chi Ling's cheeks with both hands, and comforting her softly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Facing the tenderness in Han Jing's eyes, Chi Ling couldn't help but burst into tears.

Han Jing gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Chi Ling's eyes with her thumb, only to see that Chi Ling's tears were like pearls with a broken string.

Feeling pity in Han Jing's heart, she took the initiative to lean forward, bowed her head and gently kissed away the tears on Chi Ling's cheek.

Chi Ling's body froze first, and she subconsciously wanted to push Han Jing away, but fortunately she reacted in time, put down her hand, and obediently let Han Jing kiss her.

"It's getting late, let's go to bed early, and we have to go down the mountain early tomorrow morning." Han Jing's kiss left Chi Ling's face, and his hand followed Chi Ling's.

"En." Chi Ling responded, and followed Han Jing into the room.

The messy bed is obviously not suitable for sleeping, not to mention the aura of Sogo on it.

"You sit here for a while, I'll make the bed." Han Jing led Chi Ling to the table and sat down, then turned around and pulled out a new bedding and bed sheet from the closet.

Looking at the messy bed, Han Jing felt a little uncomfortable, especially when she thought that Chi Ling was humiliated on this bed, the anger in her heart became more and more intense.

A little bit of fire flashed in the eyes staring at the bed, gradually turning into a real flame.

"Little Jing!"

Almost at the same time Chi Ling realized that Han Jing was abnormal, the quilt on the bed caught fire.

"Ah! What's going on, it's on fire!" Han Jing was startled awake by Chi Ling's call, and soon panicked by the fire in front of him.

Chi Ling stood up and drew a circle in the void with her fingers. Soon a small dark cloud formed on the top of the bed, and then there was a drizzle of rain falling down.

The fire was not very big, so it was quickly extinguished by Chi Ling's rain.

Looking at the quilt with a big hole in the bed, Han Jing scratched his head in embarrassment, and argued innocently, "I didn't do it... Actually, I don't know what's going on, I just watched Look, the quilt is on fire."

"Xiao Jing, do you have any discomfort?" Chi Ling didn't continue to ask why the fire caught fire, but looked up and down worriedly at Han Jing, for fear that she might feel unwell.

"No." Han Jing shook her head and answered truthfully. The only thing she didn't say was that before the bed caught fire, there was a nameless anger in her heart, and she had nowhere to vent it.

"...If you feel uncomfortable, speak up as soon as possible." Chi Ling saw that Han Jing had no intention of continuing the conversation, so she stopped talking, looked down at the quilt that had a big hole in it, and her eyes darkened.

"You sit down for a while, I'll take care of it here." Han Jing opened his mouth to send Chi Ling away, but a thought came to his mind, the flame just now was made by himself, which means that she has cultivated possible? !

Impossible, her body is a body of pure yang, which is the so-called cauldron furnace, how can a mere cauldron furnace be cultivated.

Han Jing suppressed this absurd thought back to the bottom of her heart, and concentrated on tidying up the bed.

Pulling off the top layer of quilt to reveal the bed sheet below, Han Jing didn't pay much attention at first, but just casually put the quilt on the empty chair beside it.

After finally freeing up his hand, he prepared to change the bed sheet.Looking at the slightly messy bed sheet with only folds, Han Jing's hands paused unconsciously.

What is wrong?For some reason, Han Jing always felt that something was wrong.

...Could it be that Ling'er was not honored...!

Han Jing stopped the movement of his hands, stared wide-eyed and carefully searched for even a little bit of blood.

Not here, not there.

Han Jing's discovery made her very pleasantly surprised. In order to prevent Chi Ling from worrying about the previous matter, Han Jing quickly cleaned up the bed, and said to Chi Ling impatiently, "Ling'er, you have not been honored by Sogo... ..."

"Stop talking! Please don't mention that person!" Chi Ling interrupted sharply with lowered eyes when Han Jing mentioned Sogo's name.

"..." Han Jing had no choice but to swallow the words she couldn't say out of her mouth for the time being, walked up to Chi Ling anxiously, hugged her waist, and gently patted Chi Ling's back with one hand as a gesture of relief. comfort.

"Ling'er, I've already made the bed, so I can sleep in peace." After a long time, Han Jing felt that Chi Ling's mood in her arms had stabilized a lot, and then she reminded her.

Chi Ling gently pushed Han Jing away, withdrew from her embrace, turned around and walked towards the bed, then lifted the quilt and got in, and lay down on the inner side of the bed.

"..." Seeing that Chi Ling ignored her and fell asleep quietly on the inner side of the bed, Han Jing gritted her teeth and blew out the candle, then Moonlight went to the bed and lifted the quilt, and lay down on the side near the bed .

There was a moment of silence in the huge room, only the shallow breathing of the two echoed each other.

Although Chi Ling's expression at this moment could not be seen clearly in the dark, Han Jing could still clearly sense Chi Ling's unnatural breathing for a moment.

Sure enough, the shadow that Chongguang brought to her could not be eliminated in a short period of time.

Han Jing stared at the top of the bed for a while, and when she heard the breathing of the person beside her gradually becoming rhythmic, she slowly turned around and stared blankly at Chi Ling's sleeping profile.

What should I do to bring you back to the original you?

Han Jing sighed inwardly, just as she was about to lie down, Chi Ling next to her rushed towards her without warning.

"..." Rubbing her sore nose, Han Jing thought to herself that at least she doesn't reject her closeness now, so it's a good thing.In the end, he raised a hand and pulled up the quilt on Chi Ling's body.

"Sleep and sleep." Han Jing murmured twice, making up her mind not to be seduced by the beauty in front of her and forget to sleep.

But the tighter she closed her eyes, the more she muttered about sleeping in her heart, the more she became more and more awake.

A faint fragrance floated into the nostrils, and Han Jing involuntarily moved closer to Chi Ling's body, opened her arms, and embraced Chi Lingxiang's soft body into her arms.

Chi Ling just struggled subconsciously, and gave up once she couldn't break free, nestled in Han Jing's arms, and rubbed Han Jing's chin with her head.

With a soft heart, Han Jing thought of Chi Ling who was quietly nestling in her arms, and her thoughts drifted back to the scene when she hadn't recovered her sanity involuntarily.

Chi Ling must be very helpless towards herself at that time, right?

Lifting the corners of her mouth, Han Jing pressed a light kiss on the forehead of the sleeping Chi Ling.

Good night, my Ling'er.

Han Jing closed her eyes with peace of mind, and fell asleep together with Chi Ling in her arms.

Ever since the death of Yan Linghong, the old owner of Yanlang Villa, the once mighty Yanlang Villa has long since fallen into disrepair.

"How can Yanlang Villa, the number one villa in the world, present such a depressed and depressed scene?"

"Young lady doesn't know. Since the young and old owners of the villa died one after another, everything in the villa has been in chaos. If it wasn't for the support of the old steward of the villa, I'm afraid it would have been a long time ago." The tree fell and the hozen scattered."

"The owner of the villa is dead, so why is the old housekeeper trying to maintain the operation of the entire villa?"

"Actually, I don't know very well. I just heard that the reason why he was guarding there was to wait for the owner of the villa to come back. Girl, tell me this person is not stupid. The owner of the villa has long since died. What are two dead men doing with an empty shell?"

"..."

"Hey! Girl, don't rush away, it's better to stay and have a cup of tea together."

No matter how the man behind him shouted, the woman still left without looking back.

Revisiting the old place, Song Yuhuan wanted to go to the dilapidated Yanlang Villa no matter what and take a look at the memories of her childhood.

Arriving at the front gate of Yanlang Villa alone, Song Yuhuan stopped in her tracks. The two stone lions at the gate had not been taken care of for a long time, and she had stood at the gate for so long, yet there was no sign of a guard.

As a last resort, she had no choice but to go forward and knock on the door herself.

After an unknown period of time, the sound of footsteps came from the other end of the door.

"Which guest is here?" The door was pulled open with a creak, and a fat man with a tired face and a stooped figure walked out from the door.

Song Yuhuan recognized this man. He was the old housekeeper of Yanlang Villa. It had been a long time since he had seen him, but he had become what he was in front of him, and he was not as full of energy as he remembered.

"Old butler..." Song Yuhuan spoke after deliberating, but she didn't know how to continue after only saying one title.

"You are...Miss Song! Missy, you are finally back! This old slave has been looking forward to you for a long time!" The old butler knelt down on the ground excitedly, kowtowing to Song Yuhuan.

"...Old butler, what are you doing?" Song Yuhuan hurriedly stepped forward to help the old butler. She didn't think there was anything about her murderer that deserved his happiness, even though he didn't know that she killed Yan Lang. Two generations of owners of the villa.

"This old slave is guilty, this old slave is guilty! This old slave is ashamed of Mr. Song, and of the entire Song family!" The old butler declined Song Yuhuan's support, and only kowtowed to Song Yuhuan again and again to apologize.

"...Old butler, what you just said was the Song family and the Song family's master?" Song Yuhuan felt her heart tremble when she heard this, and after a moment of silence, she asked the old butler uncertainly.

"Miss, the Master Song that this old slave mentioned is exactly your biological father."

"..."