As a scumbag, I took a stand-in script

Xiao Yun gave a reprimand.

He stroked his earlobe lightly, and said: "I never thought about it so much, I just think I like it, so I should put it on my body."

Qinglin's words were blocked back in her throat.

His face was slightly wrong, but he still smiled reluctantly.

Ling Zhi glanced at the white fox collar again, and said, "I like it, but I rarely saw you wearing it before."

Xiao Yunjian was not annoyed, and retorted with a smile: "Why not, I wore it today. The day before the Demon Slaying Conference, I went to build the Bamboo Pavilion, didn't I also wear it?"

He turned his brows, but the soft brows and eyes were full of a charming color.

He said again: "Uncle, do you still remember what happened that day?"

Ling Zhi's eyes fell on his slender and fair neck.

And spilled part of it, as if it had fallen into the depths of his clothes.

Xiao Yunjian ran his fingertips through his drooping hair.

The beauty of the black silk wrapping around the fingertips is even inferior to the glow of the sky.

Ling Zhi coughed lightly, lowered his gaze, and said, "Where is your trap?"

"Outskirts of the city." Xiao Yunjian casually pointed in a direction, "It's still where it was yesterday, and it's closer to Manfang Tower."

Ling Zhi frowned: "Manfang Tower again?"

Xiao Yunjian pursed his lips: "It's just to lure the snake demon into the bait, uncle, don't worry."

He bites the word "suspiciousness" very hard.

I don't know who is listening to what I am talking about.

Qinglin bit her lower lip, but said eagerly: "The woman in Manfanglou is very beautiful? I also want to go and have a look."

Ling Zhi immediately sternly said, "Don't go."

Xiao Yunjian felt depressed, but he still said in his mouth: "Exactly, after all, Qinglin is such a white person—"

He didn't say the whole thing, but it was very different from before.

Ling Zhi was only surprised, and after a long time said: "You should go less."

Xiao Yunjian lowered his eyelashes.

Ling Zhi never said these words less before.

Only now he has become the one who is piggybacked.

If it had changed from the past, Ling Zhi would definitely overturn the entire Wujing Peak's jealous jar.

But in the past and in the past.

The past was not what he thought it was.

In the past, he had never thought about it——

If it wasn't for the fact that he also had Ling Zhi in his heart, how could he only be pampered by Ling Zhi?

When did other people come into his sight?

Just late.

But not yet desperate.

Xiao Yunjian has not closed his eyes properly for two days.

The drowsiness hit the top of his skull, and it was too late for him to think too much.

Ling Zhi sighed and said, "Go back and rest, and guard the trap at night."

Xiao Yunjian looked at Ling Zhi stubbornly, and asked, "What about you?"

He looked directly at Ling Zhi with a pair of clear eyes.

He was already a little confused.

What can be said, but it is all the thoughts in the heart.

Ling Zhi seemed to be attracted by the bottomless black.

Very similar.

Except for the mole of tears, those eyes really look exactly the same.

It's just that in the past Xiao Yunjian's eyes were full of arrogance.

But now, because of the mist, it adds a bit of tenderness.

Just like when I first met him 200 years ago.

Even though he was injured in order to save himself, he still gently persuaded: "Go back quickly, this place is dangerous."

Engraved in the bottom of my heart, remembered for many, many years.

Ling Zhi quickly escaped from the memory.

He looked at Qinglin in front of him, who was exactly two hundred years old.

It happened to coincide with when he saved himself and was seriously injured.

Xiao Yunjian didn't get a response from Ling Zhi, but he still tried his best to keep his eyes open, keeping his expression calm.

Qing Lin wrung her fingers and said, "Brother Ling Zhi, didn't you agree with me and take me around this Pengzhou mansion?"

Brother Lingzhi.

It's that nasty title again.

A few days ago, he was still Peak Lord Ling.

Today he became brother Ling Zhi.

I didn't see Qing Lin calling him, brother Yun remonstrance.

But come to think of it.

He and Qinglin are still several decades behind in age.

How can I call my brother?

Xiao Yun said nothing.

With only a pair of sleepy eyes open, he stared at Ling Zhi intently.

Ling Zhi coughed lightly, and said, "Go back, Yun Jian."

Xiao Yunjian instantly slumped his shoulders, pursed his lips, but still said: "Okay."

Ling Zhi's affectionate eyes looked complicated.

Finally settled on indifference.

Xiao Yunjian forced a smile: "Don't worry about me."

After returning to the room, he covered the quilt and fell asleep in the dark.

It's like running away.

Only this sleep, almost not in time.

After setting up the trap with the stars and the moon, he pretended to enter Manfang Tower again.

Hearing the storyteller's gavel knock, he put his fabricated story on the table again.

All those who took their seats under the stage sighed.

The storyteller said again: "This heartless and ruthless Mr. Xiao, who sleeps in flowers and willows every day, go there—"

Everyone was breathless, waiting for the storyteller to continue.

Someone under the stage put down the teacup and knocked on the paulownia table twice casually.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard the storyteller say again: "That's the one to go to, Manfang Tower!"

Xiao Yunjian poured a whole jug of wine on himself, walking in disorder.

The downcast eyes were full of clarity.

From just a moment ago, he only felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

It has not been released for a long time.

When he stepped out of Manfang Building, the gaze became more and more intense.

Qinglin was left to live with Ke Lai.

Then the one who appeared must be the snake demon who specializes in killing unscrupulous people.

He wandered into the woods, leading the people behind him into the trap he had set.

After hiding his figure, he Yujian looked at the ground below from the clouds.

However, Na Na followed him around a few times, spat on the ground, and said: "It's unlucky, I thought it was a fat guy, but I lost it!"

Xiao Yunjian suddenly felt something was wrong.

Bending down to listen to the wind, he looked into the trap.

What I saw was a dead body carelessly placed in the trap.

Xiao Yunjian couldn't see very clearly.

But there was only one thought in his mind, that was not a snake demon.

Sure enough, there were two sharp marks on the neck of the corpse in the trap.

His face was pale, and his whole body was limp, as if the blood had been drained from his whole body.

Xiao Yunjian closed the net and turned the corpse over with spiritual power.

What I saw was the skin and flesh had been gouged out from the side of the waist.

It was made by the snake demon again!

So blatantly, isn't it a vain attempt to challenge his limit?

Xiao Yunjian clenched the net tightly and snorted coldly.

only……

How did the snake demon know that he had set a trap here.

Lay down the net again and wait for him to take the bait?

In just a split second, bad suspicions crossed his mind.

He looked back around the corpse, but he didn't find any scales.

He only vaguely remembered that Jia Cui once said that after the snake demon killed someone, it would pull off its scales to show off its might.

Now there are no traces left.

The corpse looked very much like what I had heard in the Pengzhou mansion these two days.

Xiao Yunjian had an extra thought.

But the corpse can only be left in the official office of Pengzhou Prefecture for disposal.

Before he took a few steps, he saw something shimmering under the moonlight.

Is it scales?

He hastily bent down to pick up the scales.

He sneered and said, "It was thrown here."

Therefore, it is not that other people imitate the snake demon to commit crimes in order to vent their hatred.

This person was still killed by the snake demon.

Xiao Yunjian put the scales into his bosom.

He couldn't take the corpse away, so he had to start with the scales.

After returning to Kelaiju, he glanced at Lingzhi's room.

Ling Zhi didn't seem to be there, only a few weak candles were lit in the room.

Xiao Yunjian took a deep breath and went back to his room.

He took out the scales and set them on the table.

But he couldn't even put his mind on it.

The sound of hawking and the color of lanterns filled his whole thoughts.

Could it be that Ling Zhi is having fun with Qinglin while strolling outside?

Sour and bitter mixed, mixed into his heart.

With a wave of his hand, the teacup was spilled.

Tea was splashed on the scales.

He frantically tried to wipe off the water stains on the scales.

It was the flicker of candlelight that made him see something different.

This scale...

How could it not look like snake scales, but more like fish scales.

It is also more like the scales that emerged from the wound on Qinglin's cheek in the demon slaughter meeting that day!

He carefully reviewed the appearance of the scales under the blue-scaled cloak that day.

He looked at the one in his hand upside down several times.

If his memory is not wrong.

That is exactly the same!

How could it be Qinglin?

Xiao Yunjian hadn't had time to think about it carefully before he heard footsteps going upstairs.

It's Ling Zhi.

For some reason, he suddenly blew out the candle.

Sitting in the dark, the halo of the scales is even worse.

He held the scale tightly, listening to Ling Zhi give Qing Lin a lot.

The veins on the knuckles stood out abruptly.

Ling Zhi doesn't talk much, and he used to talk to himself.

But now, he can only pretend that he is not there.

Only then can he hear what Ling Zhi said to others, and treat it as if he was talking to himself.

How pathetic.

He could feel that Ling Zhi seemed to be waiting for Qinglin to enter the room, but he still stood outside for a long time.

But he couldn't guess why.

After thinking about it, even if he only needs to look at Qinglin more, he can stop him.

He rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, and heard Ling Zhi go back to his room.

Only then did he take out the scales, and looked at them for a long time against the moonlight.

Finally, with a sigh, he passed on Ling Jian and Ling Zhi.

He only asked Ling Zhi to come to his room.

When Ling Zhi pushed the door and entered, he was bending over to light the candles in the house one by one.

He took off his outer shirt and only put on a plain white middle coat, with blue silk all loose.

Hearing the noise, he raised his eyes slightly.

It is like a vast galaxy, falling into it.

Ling Zhi was taken aback.

But quickly closed the door.

Xiao Yunjian used the sound-proof formula so that the sound would not flow out and be heard by others.

Ling Zhi watched his movements, frowned, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Yunjian brushed his hair behind his ears, and said softly, "It's about the snake demon."

Ling Zhi just remembered Xiao Yunjian's actions at night.

He coughed lightly and asked, "But did you catch it?"

Xiao Yunjian shook his head: "Not at all."

He asked Ling Zhi to spread his palm and put the scale on it.

Before leaving, the tip of his little finger dawdly hooked Ling Zhi's palm.

He could sense Ling Zhi's stagnation, but he only thought it was careless.

He said: "This is... I found it around the trap. The snake demon was never fooled by me, but this one fell on the spot."

His eyes were burning, and he was looking forward to it, and he said: "I don't know how the snake demon found out, and I don't know why he wanted to provoke me. I just wondered, maybe it's the snake demon and not the snake demon?"

Ling Zhi also noticed that the scales were abnormal.

Compared with Xiao Yunjian, he is somewhat more familiar with Qinglin.

It really belongs to Qinglin.

He clenched the scales tightly, and the corners of his lips were drawn into a line: "It's not him. Qinglin has been with me today, and has never been separated."

The fact is not—

At the Lantern Festival, Qinglin once separated from him.

He searched for Qing Lin for about half an hour.

Xiao Yunjian sneered.

In this way, he really couldn't bear it.

It's all about myself.

His fingertips suddenly dug into the sandalwood

In the wooden case, he still snorted coldly: "We have reached the point where facts speak louder than words."

—— "Ling Zhi...do you still want to protect him?"