At that time, the demon hadn't grown up yet.

Qiao Zhen had never seen what Yan Jinlan looked like when he went crazy. What he saw was just a child who was afraid of being hurt by others. If Yan Jinlan really wanted to kill him the night before, he might have been decapitated by now. But Yan Jinlan didn't do that.

Therefore, he didn't take what the man said to heart, and after catching a fish, he went back.

As soon as he stepped into the entrance of the yard, he heard someone talking. Seeing him coming in, the black-clothed disciple turned around and left in a hurry. Qiao Zhen looked quite weird.

Qiao Zhen only thought that the man was sent by Yan Tiancheng, and hurriedly strode over.

"Did that person do anything to you just now?"

Yan Jinlan shook her head, the golden mask on her face reflected the dazzling light under the sunlight.That golden light fell into Qiao Zhen's eyes, and the scene of Yan Jinlan's bloodbath of the Martial Arts League appeared in his mind again, so the thought in his heart of wanting to pull Yan Jinlan on the right path became even more determined.

"It's fine if you don't!"

Seeing Yan Jinlan's phoenix eyes staring straight at the fish in his hand under Yan Jinlan's mask, Qiao Zhen just thought it was funny, after all, he was still a child, his thoughts were clearly written on his face, and people could see through them at a glance. It's really nothing to be afraid of.

He built a fire in the yard to grill fish. While he was grilling fish, Yan Jinlan squatted beside him, staring at him intently. When he smelled the scent, he swallowed from time to time, as if he was starving. Same.

Yan Jinlan sometimes looked at the fish, and sometimes at Qiao Zhen who was grilling the fish, her eyes were dark.

No one has ever specially caught fish and grilled it for him to eat. It would be great if this person was not sent by his father. At least, he can consider keeping him.

Qiao Zhen grilled the fish and handed it over. Yan Jinlan was really hungry, so she took the fish and ate it.

He joked: "You are not afraid of being poisonous, so you just gobble it up."

As soon as the words were finished, Yan Jinlan stopped, her dark eyes stared straight at him.Qiao Zhen thought that she was joking too much, touched her nose in embarrassment, and explained: "Just kidding, this fish is not poisonous, eat it quickly!"

However, Yan Jinlan still maintained the previous posture without moving.

After a while, he said, "I'm not afraid of being poisoned, I'm a poison by nature."

When she said this, Yan Jinlan's tone sounded very flat. For a moment, Qiao Zhen almost saw in him the figure of the big devil who brought disaster to the martial arts a few years later.

He shook his head and drove those thoughts out of his mind. Yan Jinlan is still young, so she will definitely be able to lead her back to the right path.

Qiao Zhen rubbed the back of the little guy's head, and said softly, "Don't say that, no one is born a poison."

"I'm serious, I was born with a strong poison in my body, so my father left me to practice poison, but it is also because of this that I can continue to live, although sometimes, really It was so painful that I wanted to die.”

Qiao Zhen was stunned when he heard these words, but at the same time, he felt as if someone had stabbed his heart severely. He remembered that when he was so old, he was free and carefree, and he never experienced pain. Taste, except for the time when my younger brother died.However, Yan Jinlan has already suffered so many inhuman tortures at such a young age, it's hard to imagine how he survived.

Suddenly he felt his nose a little sore, he raised his head and looked at the sky, feeling a little better.

But Yan Jinlan has already started eating fish on his own, and doesn't seem to feel sentimental at all.

Qiao Zhen glanced at him, her head became hot, and she patted her chest to promise: "From today onwards, I will definitely protect you."

Yan Jinlan had already gnawed the whole fish, threw the fish bones aside, wiped her hands gracefully, and then said in a leisurely manner: "Tonight, my father will order someone to bring me over to help him practice poison. How to protect me?"

The slightly lowered phoenix eyes were stained with sarcasm.

He thought that there were no such naive people in the entire Demon Palace anymore, no one had ever dared to defy Yan Tiancheng, and felt pity for him, because the grass on the grave of the first person who wanted to save him from the sea of ​​suffering was already more than a foot Taller.

Now he has no hope.

He clapped his hands and turned back to the house.

Qiao Zhen, who was sitting in front of the fire, looked at the slender figure and sighed faintly.

It seems that if he wants to lead Yan Jinlan to the right path, he has a long way to go!

As night approached, something happened to Yan Jinlan.

Originally, Qiao Zhen saw that there were many wounds on his body, so he asked someone who claimed to be his good brother to get some wound medicine, and wanted to apply it to him, but as soon as he entered the room, he saw Yan Jinlan lying on the bed, covering his hands with his hands. His face was scrunched, and he seemed to be suffering.

He immediately ran over and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Yan Jinlan let out a small moan. Seeing that something was wrong, Qiao Zhen broke the little guy's hand away. When she saw the red bumps on her face, she took a breath of air.

"Are you allergic?" It must be the mask.

Yan Jinlan couldn't restrain herself, and wanted to scratch the red bumps on her face, but Qiao Zhen held her hand firmly.

"Don't scratch it, it will disfigure it."

Someone came in from outside. The man was dressed differently from the past, and he even wore a black face scarf on his face.

"The disciple is ordered by the Lord to bring Young Master Jinlan over there!"

Seeing that the man's face was tightly covered, Qiao Zhen asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you? Could it be that you're also allergic?"

The man said in a deep voice: "The plague in the palace is pervasive, and many disciples have died because of it. I suggest you also wear a face mask to avoid infection!"

Qiao Zhen waved her hand, "As long as you don't get out of this yard, that's right, the young master can't go there today, he's allergic."

The man didn't seem to believe it. When he walked to the bed, Yan Jinlan was covering his face with his palms, but now he put down his hands cooperatively. The disciple saw that he couldn't speak anymore, and stepped back. a few steps.

"Plague, plague, the young master got the plague, it's not good, I have to report to the lord."

As soon as the voice fell, the person had disappeared.

When Qiao Zhen turned her head to look at Yan Jinlan who was lying on the bed, she saw the watery light in those eyes, looking like she was about to cry but not yet.

"I'm going to die, right? As the disciple said just now, people infected with the plague will not be able to survive, and I will definitely die too."

With that kind of immature voice, with a bit of crying, Qiao Zhen felt as if her heart had been pulled.

He sat down by the bed, hugged him into his arms, and comforted him softly: "You won't die, you will live a long life!"

Yan Jinlan's whole body was stiff, her eyes forgot to shed tears, and stared straight at him.

After a long time, he finally managed to say, "You will be infected, aren't you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid, if it's a plague, I'll die with you at the worst!"

Qiao Zhen just said that casually, he was so lucky and fateful, how could he die so easily, but when these words fell into Yan Jinlan's ears, that's not the case.

This is the first time I heard that someone is not afraid of death and is willing to die with him. In the first half of his short life, no one has ever said such a thing to him. What he suffered, except cold torture Besides, it was never half warm.

I kept telling myself in my heart that I couldn't believe it, and if I believed it, I would fall into the abyss of eternal doom, but a certain part of my heart was still touched.

Tears were obviously faked, but at this moment, they couldn't hold back anymore and poured out.

He buried his cheek in the man's clothes, covering his embarrassment at this moment.