I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

"The prince really doesn't understand style." Yan Yun complained half-truthfully, then touched Xiao Yiran with his shoulder: "Then what is the prince's hobby?"

"You." Xiao Yiran blurted out without thinking, and after saying that, his eyes did not move away, still staring at Yan Yun.

"Oh." After the two of them disgusted each other back and forth, Yan Yun thought that he was already very strong psychologically. He was only slightly startled when he heard Xiao Yiran say this, but he restrained his emotions and put on another pair of clothes With a casual expression, he leaned over and grabbed the corner of Xiao Yiran's clothes, pretending to be coy and said: "I will definitely live up to my lovesickness."

Although he said these vows of eternal love, Yan Yun's expression was not sincere, he looked at Xiao Yiran with a smile, and his smile was provocative.

It had just rained, and the perennially dry sand was moistened, and there was still mist in the air. Even the usual noisy wind seemed to be a little less, and everything looked unreal and beautiful.

It's just that Xiao Yiran's expression didn't look good. As soon as Yan Yun finished speaking, Xiao Yiran turned around and walked away with a dark face without hesitation.

Yan Yun didn't expect Xiao Yiran to react like this, he was ready to continue bickering with Xiao Yiran, but he didn't expect Xiao Yiran to behave like this, he looked at Xiao Yiran's back as he walked further and further away, and suddenly felt a sense of incomprehension in his heart panic.

"My lord, this is not interesting enough." Yan Yun rushed to catch up, and said to himself: "I have already expressed my heart, my lord, please give me some reaction, are you looking down on me?"

Yan Yun shouted at the top of his voice without stopping.

After saying that, he seemed to see Xiao Yiran stop for a moment, just for a short moment, Yan Yun blinked, and Xiao Yiran continued walking as if he didn't hear it.

The wind in Pingcheng is always dry and turbulent, blowing so loudly that people can't find the north, even Yan Yun, a man of eight feet, is almost unable to stand up.

But Xiao Yiran was like a moving stone pillar, unimpeded in the wind and sand, Yan Yun looked at the black figure, and began to wonder if Xiao Yiran's heart was as hard and unreasonable as his body.

It was clear that the weather was sunny and sunny just now, but now suddenly some kind of evil wind is blowing up.

Yan Yun stabilized his body and continued to move forward, perhaps because he was not used to this too quiet and weird atmosphere, Yan Yun was still chattering endlessly trying to attract Xiao Yiran's attention: "My lord really doesn't take people's sincerity seriously, sorry for my longing for you Twilight..."

Talking nonsense and teasing Xiao Yiran seemed to have become Yan Yun's habit, he talked for himself, without noticing Xiao Yiran's sudden stop.

It wasn't until he bumped into Xiao Yiran's back that was as hard as an iron plate that Yan Yun was forced to stop chattering and chaotic footsteps.

"Have you said enough?" Xiao Yiran didn't move at all, and now he looked more like a stone pillar, standing firmly in place without turning his head.

Yan Yun's angle of view was just right enough to see Xiao Yiran's tightly clenched hands and the veins on the back of his hands.

Xiao Yiran couldn't help showing his true colors and wanted to do something?

Seeing this, Yan Yun suddenly felt inexplicably excited, he stared at Xiao Yiran cautiously, and secretly touched the short knife at his waist.

"Some words will be taken seriously if you listen too much." Xiao Yiran said, turning around slowly, he looked directly at Yanyun, and there was a weak sigh hidden in his unwavering tone: "I will take it seriously, don't Say that again."

Xiao Yiran spoke word by word, with imperceptible begging in his tone.

I don't know if Xiao Yiran's tone was too serious, Yan Yun couldn't adapt for a while, he stared at Xiao Yiran's dark eyes, trying to find some flaws in them but found nothing.

It took a long time for Xiao Yiran to look away from Yan Yun. He slowly turned his back, and slowly took steps, every movement seemed to exhaust all his energy.

"Let's go quickly, Pingcheng is not peaceful at night, it's not like Wangcheng."

Yan Yun couldn't see Xiao Yiran's expression, he could only vaguely hear a little tiredness from his words.

Yan Yun followed Xiao Yiran silently, for some reason he suddenly lost the thought of speaking, and his mood became inexplicably heavy.

Xiao Yiran walked forward resolutely without looking back for a moment, his steps were not hurried or slow, but every step seemed heavy, step by step, like a wounded and trapped animal.

The wind and sand suddenly picked up, and Xiao Yiran's black robe was blown away. He was originally neat, but after a rain of arrows, he was left in a mess.His boots were stained with sand, his sleeves were stained with blood, and the strong wind was ignorant, ruthlessly blowing off the corners of his black clothes. His back was still straight, stubbornly going backwards in the wind.

Xiao Yiran was strong and slender, but at this moment he suddenly looked very small, as if he would disappear when the wind blows.

Watching his figure slowly go away, from big to small, gradually shrinking into dots, under the cover of the wind and sand, it became more and more blurred, so blurred that Yan Yun could barely see it.

Yan Yun just stopped at the spot for a short moment, and the distance between them had gradually widened, so far that he could only glimpse a dark figure through the thick wind and sand.

The strong wind covered Xiao Yiran's footsteps, and the surrounding area became more and more quiet. Yan Yun watched him advance alone in the wind, and finally turned into a tiny dot, suddenly felt a sense of loss, and even had a An urge to stop him, as he thought about it, he had already said it out of his mouth.

"Don't go." Yan Yun flew towards him, going backwards in the wind and sand like him, he grabbed Xiao Yiran's clothes in the chaos, and his restless heart was able to calm down a little.

Xiao Yiran turned his head when he heard the sound, still had those calm eyes, but at this moment Yan Yun clearly saw the light flowing in those eyes.

"The things I just said are not all false." Yan Yun didn't let go of his hand as he spoke, he gently held Xiao Yiran's clothes corner, his voice was so low that he couldn't distinguish clearly: "If you don't want to listen to me, I won't say any more. gone."

Xiao Yiran lowered his head and stared at Yan Yun's hand that was pulling the corner of his clothes for a long time, unable to regain his senses, and then raised his head after a long time, the expression on his face seemed to be more vivid: "Which sentence is true and which sentence is false?"

"Every sentence is true, and every sentence is false." At this time, Yan Yun had calmed down a lot, he let go of his hand in a little embarrassment, and began to regret his impulsive behavior just now: "It's getting late, let's go back earlier."

"En." Xiao Yiran didn't ask any more questions, and the two of them tacitly chose to avoid this question.

On the way back, even though Yan Yun had introspected countless times, he still couldn't find out the reason why he made such actions and said these words. In the end, he could only attribute the reason to the wind and sand, and he was blinded by the wind and sand. mind.

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