God, he quietly likes this seat

Yan Huaizhou walked out a long way furiously, but Zhong Ling didn't catch up to stop him.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt depressed. He only believed that his true feelings were wrong payments, and he kicked the dirt and rocks on the ground angrily as he walked.

If you don't chase, don't chase, he doesn't care.

Yan Huaizhou sneered in his heart: Did Zhong Ling really think that I had nothing else to do except hang around him?What a joke!

And yet there was nowhere to go.He walked forward for a while, and then began to look back frequently.

What are you doing, you haven't come yet!If you don't come again, you will really go far!

The scorching sun scorched the sky, he stared at the empty road, and suddenly felt discouraged, so he found an old tree nearby, sat under the tree and became dazed.

After calming down for a long time, Yan Huaizhou couldn't help but murmured: "Those words just said...is it too late?"

God is sorry, he really didn't intend to quarrel with Zhong Ling in the first place.In the past, no matter how bad Zhong Ling's attitude was, he could bear it every time. For some reason, he lost his head today and became serious with him.

Why... why hasn't Zhong Ling come to him yet? ? ?

Yan Huaizhou comforted himself in his heart, that's right, Zhong Ling has always been thin-skinned, maybe he was afraid that he would refuse to go back after he chased him, and he was a little bit embarrassed and embarrassed.

He thought about the sarcastic remarks he had made to Zhong Ling just now, and the merciless ridicule when he parted, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.

But it was clearly Zhong Ling's fault in this matter.He had already promised that he would never make things difficult for him, so why couldn't he give him more trust.

It's fine if you don't give it, as long as he explains a few words, the two of them won't have such a bad ending.

Then why didn't Zhong Ling refuse to explain to him?

Yan Huaizhou thought hard, but couldn't figure out the key point.But Zhong Ling always softened his face every time he was wronged, and it was impossible to continue arguing with him. It made no sense to be so fierce this time.Maybe there is really something hidden in this, is it because I misunderstood him somewhere, that's why he is so angry?

The Hidden Stone may not have been reserved by Zhong Ling to guard against him, and he had his own reason for not notifying him in advance.That day when he was weaving the binding belt for himself under the candlelight, his eyes were warm and affectionate. He looked out the window for a long time, and he would never be wrong.It really shouldn't be——take this matter to ridicule him.

Thinking about it this way, he should be furious.

Yan Huaizhou became more and more sure that his speculation was very reasonable, since Zhong Ling was not coming, he reluctantly went back to have a look.

He bounced up from the ground, and turned back the same way in a flash, his pace was actually much faster than when he left in a fit of anger.

Before rushing to the grotto, the first thing I saw was the indestructible barrier at the entrance.I don't know how much spiritual power Zhong Ling spent to set up the barrier so firmly.

Yan Huaizhou was angry and funny.This is... don't plan to let him go back?

He tapped his knuckles and tapped heavily on the barrier: "Zhong Ling! Open the barrier, I'm back!"

There was no movement inside, so he had to change into another tone: "A Ling, are you still angry?"

The enchantment was knocked loudly by him, Zhong Ling still had no intention of coming over to take a look, Yan Huaizhou persevered and said: "I shouldn't be angry with you. You let me in first, and I will let you smash it with the cloud-covering hand." Just have fun, okay?"

"A Ling, if you ignore me again, I will force my way!"

Zhong Ling seemed to have made up his mind and refused to speak, Yan Huaizhou was extremely anxious and couldn't wait for a moment.

Helpless, the barrier is really unbelievably tough, even though he is familiar with Zhong Ling's mental methods, it took a lot of effort to barely break through a small gap in it, and squeezed in with all his might.

Zhong Ling was not where he was.Yan Huaizhou looked around but could not find anyone, he was afraid that something happened to him, and immediately felt regretful.He called Zhong Ling's name loudly, and walked deep into the grotto.

This grotto looks ordinary, but there are caves inside. The winding path is full of green grass, and unknown flowers are blooming. He searched for a long time, and finally saw it in a place intertwined with vines. Zhong Ling's figure appeared.

Zhong Ling was sitting on the ground, wrapping his arms around his legs, and buried his head deeply in his knees.

His appearance at this moment is really pitiful, like a little beast that has been abandoned, he just wants to hide alone and lick his wounds.With just one glance, Yan Huaizhou's heart softened into a mess, his anger had already flown to the sky, and he secretly vowed that he would never quarrel with him again in the future.

He walked towards Zhong Ling cautiously, and tentatively called out, "A Ling?"

Zhong Ling heard his voice and raised his head from his lap.

His eye sockets were red, and there was a strange light in his pitch-black pupils.

Just as Yan Huaizhou was about to apologize, he saw Zhong Ling stand up abruptly, staring straight at him and saying, "Are you back?"

I don't know if Zhong Ling is still annoyed, Yan Huaizhou rubbed his hands uncomfortably, and said awkwardly: "Yes, I'm back—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhong Ling rushed towards him, and plunged into his arms.

Yan Huaizhou's chest was in sharp pain from his strong bump, and before he understood why he flung himself into his arms like this, he heard Zhong Ling choke in his arms.

"Wan Feng, I was wrong, don't go."

Yan Huaizhou suspected that his ears were broken: "What did you say???"

Zhong Ling repeated in a low voice: "I was wrong, don't leave."

His whole body was hung on Yan Huaizhou's body, almost strangling him so that he couldn't breathe.

Yan Huaizhou's expression was like being struck by lightning, he was shocked to the extreme, and it took him a long time to regain his thoughts.Frightened, he pushed Zhong Ling away a little, and immediately put his palm on his forehead: "A Ling, do you have a fever? Are you confused?"

With one touch, Zhong Ling really burned all over, and his breath was much heavier than usual.There was an indescribable sweetness floating in his body, no matter how dull Yan Huaizhou was, he knew that he was not sick, but that he was suffering from some kind of unknown poison.

Perhaps not long after he left, Zhong Ling realized that the situation was not good, so he set up a barrier to hide himself.

Yan Huaizhou was filled with remorse, and did not dare to delay at all, and immediately gathered his true energy and injected it into Zhong Ling's body to detoxify him.Zhong Ling leaned against him and let him play with him, but he never let go.

Tried several times, but to no avail.He had no choice but to pull Zhong Ling's shoulder hard, trying to wake him up from the chaos: "A Ling, look carefully, who am I?"

Zhong Ling raised his face, looked at him obediently for a moment, then came up to him and rubbed the tip of his nose with a smile: "Look carefully."

"You are Wan Feng. You are... my Taoist companion."

Yan Huaizhou's face turned red instantly, he opened his mouth several times but couldn't speak a complete sentence.He stammered, "A Ling, you are poisoned. I will try to help you get the poison out."

But Zhong Ling hugged him relentlessly, as if he was very dissatisfied with his performance, and complained aggrievedly: "Why didn't you hug me? You're still angry with me, aren't you?"

Yan Huaizhou was at a loss when he asked, "I'm not angry with you. Ah Ling, let go first, let me go first, okay? Let's sit down and talk slowly."

Zhong Ling immediately burst into tears: "I don't want to let go. Once you let go, you're leaving again, right?"

Yan Huaizhou coaxed softly: "I'm not leaving. I'm right here. Ah Ling, what are you doing?!"

Zhong Ling saw that he just wanted to push him away, and he just thought he was still angry about what happened before, so he raised his hand to tear his clothes regardless.Yan Huaizhou shuddered, resisting the surging urge in his heart, and grabbed Zhong Ling's wrist: "Don't mess around!"

Zhong Ling opened his eyes even wider, showing an unbelievable expression: "Why? Don't you...don't want me?"

Yan Huaizhou's breathing froze.

Of course he wants to.But it shouldn't be in such a situation.If he took advantage of others when Zhong Ling was unable to control himself, wouldn't he just tarnish his feelings for Zhong Ling.

Yan Huaizhou's eyes were red, and he panted heavily, "A Ling, you are not conscious now. You will regret it after the poison is cured."

Zhong Ling shook his head seriously: "I won't. I will regret it if I don't want you."

He just let Yan Huaizhou hold his wrist, buried his face in his chest and cried.

"Really...I regret every time..."

"Wan Feng, I didn't do it on purpose. Don't blame me, okay?"

A drop of tear slid down Zhong Ling's nose and into his front. Yan Huaizhou was scalded by the tear and his whole body became stiff. He unconsciously withdrew his grip on Zhong Ling.

As soon as he let go, Zhong Ling quickly entangled him again, sobbing, "I'm not unconscious. Didn't you say you want to detoxify me? Why don't you move?"

Yan Huaizhou had never seen such a fragile and pitiful side of Zhong Ling.

This person who thought about it day and night, but only dared to dream about it, got into his arms like this.This kind of feeling is like a gambler who lost his money and lost his fortune, and was suddenly hit by a golden mountain on his head.

There wasn't an inch of Zhong Ling's body that wasn't scorching hot.Where the fire burns out, all rationality returns to the depths of the soul, leaving no trace to be found.

He is not a saint, he can't be as firm as iron, can't sit still, let alone keep calm at such a time.

What he holds in his arms is the rising sun that he is willing to give his life for, a solitary lamp that he silently guards in the darkness, and the sweetheart that he thought he would never be able to love in his whole life.

Whenever Yan Huaizhou saw Zhong Ling frowning, his heart would break.But now, countless voices in his mind were clamoring crazily, he wanted more tears from Zhong Ling.

He wanted to look at Zhong Ling - cry for him.

After an unknown amount of time, his trembling fingertips slowly stroked Zhong Ling's cheek, and Zhong Ling responded with a sob.

Yan Huaizhou asked hoarsely, "Are you really willing?"

Zhong Ling sobbed and nodded to him.

"Really... want me?"

"need."

Yan Huaizhou's throat rolled, and the words that had been secretly hidden thousands of times in the endless years blurted out: "Then you call me brother."

Without even thinking about it, Zhong Ling called out aggrievedly: "Brother..."

There seemed to be a string in my brain that snapped.

Even if the sun, the moon, and the galaxy were in front of him at this moment, or the green hills and blue sky, except for the blush on Zhong Ling's body, he could no longer see everything around him.

Yan Huaizhou had only one last thought left.

Maybe, maybe, really.dying.

He wrapped his arms around Zhong Ling's waist and rolled into the vines with him.