Time travel without cheats

When Ran Xiaole woke up, her eyes were blurred.

It was originally a blur.

"you're awake?"

"Hmm..." When Ran Xiaole finally realized that he seemed to be still alive, a pill like a sugar pill flew into his mouth from nowhere.

Ran Xiaole swallowed without thinking, "I'm not dead?"

"No."

"Where's Xiao An?"

"nor."

"What about others?"

"Fall asleep."

"Oh, it's good or bad, it's been hard for him recently."

Ran Xiaole moved, it was miraculous, the bones seemed to be reborn, without any pain at all.He tried to stretch out his arms and retracted his palms again, and all his broken fingers recovered.After a hundred days of injury, could it be that he has been in a coma for more than three months?

"This…"

"Secret recipe. You only slept for a month."

"God doctor!"

A chuckle came, "It's not me, I only poison people, not save people."

"Which benefactor is that?"

"No comment."

Ran Xiaole twitched the corners of her mouth, rested her arms lazily on the back of her head, and yawned leisurely, "All right, it's up to you."

"Where is this?"

Then Ran Xiaole slowly turned her head away, fortunately there was no short circuit in her brain, she recognized the clear white shadow at a glance, drinking alone under the moonlight, in this dim room, it was hard not to pay attention.

"Tianxiang Pavilion."

Fang Jin turned the wine glass and smiled, "Yes, you are the first."

"What's the first one? Guess who this is?"

"you can say it this way."

This time it was Ran Xiaole who smiled, "You people here are so stupid?"

In the blink of an eye, Fang Jin had already sat on Ran Xiaole's bedside, "It's not that they are stupid, it's that I didn't give them a chance to answer this question."

"Hey! You are so powerful, you killed them all?"

Fang Jin twirled her temple hair triumphantly, "Yes."

"What's the matter? Harming people makes you happy?"

"Ah."

Ran Xiaole muttered in a low voice, "Pervert!"

"what?"

"It's nothing."

"You clearly said something 'perverted', I heard it."

Ran Xiaole choked back her laughter, "Well... I'm praising you, I'm praising you."

"Really?"

"Isn't it? Close the moon and shame the flower, Chen Yuluo... Oh, I'm going! Can you say something before hitting someone!"

Fang Jin withdrew her palm, stroked the handsome willow eyebrow gracefully with her slender fingers, and said with a half-smile, "If you say something unpleasant, it's not as simple as being slapped."

"Okay, you social society, I can't afford to mess with you, cut!"

Ran Xiaole rolled over and got off the bed, and couldn't help sighing: "My mother, the feeling of having your legs on the ground is so damn good!"

"vulgar!"

"Tch! At least I don't kill people."

"Oh?" Fang Jin narrowed his fox eyes slightly, "Who killed the uncle of the country? Your brother?"

"I..." Ran Xiaole surrendered, raised his hands and said, "Well, let's stop playing around in circles, you must know more than me, and I can't hide it from you."

Fang Jin flashed to him and sat down, leaning lazily on the round table with his arms, and said with a smile, "How do you know?"

how do i knowRan Xiaole swears, just like you, who is neither male nor female, in the novel, you are probably a ruthless character who kills without batting an eyelid, but you saved a stinky beggar like me, I passed through it, is there any use value? I still have a bit of a bum in my heart, you are not here for me, you must have some intentions for Xiaoan!Ran Xiaole, Ran Xiaole, if you dodge left and right, you will still be able to escape the tricks of fate after all.

Who told you not to leave that child behind?

"You are the majestic Tianxiang Pavilion Master, but you spared us two little people. I'm afraid you didn't want to show mercy on a whim? Tigers are not vegetarians."

"Yes, it is not difficult to guess."

Ran Xiaole also sat down, pulled the chair and moved in front of Fang Jin, "Then, Great Pavilion Master, let's be honest, shall we?"

Fang Jin turned the wine glass in his hand, "Okay, you ask, I'll answer, but I don't want to say what I don't want to say, how about it?"

If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Then tell your sister to be open and honest?

Of course Ran Xiaole didn't dare to express her resentment, she just nodded, "Okay, let me ask you, what's your name?"

"Fang Jin."

"It's a nice name, my name is Ran Xiaole."

"I know."

"Fang Jin, what's your relationship with my Xiaoan?"

"Do not say."

"Okay." Ran Xiaole didn't expect him to tell himself, he curled his lips, pointed at Fang Jin's veil and asked, "Why do you keep wearing a mosquito net? It's like a ghost, it's not too hot in summer." Huh?" Ran Xiaole slapped his forehead and shouted loudly: "Oh, I know, you must have eaten too much poison, and you were disfigured by retribution, right!"

It's all in the novels.

Fang Jin was stunned for a moment, then put her lips into a delicate smile, "No."

"Why is that?"

"Do you know why this place is called Tianxiang Pavilion?"

Ran Xiaole held her chin: "Huh?"

"Of course it's because the master of this pavilion was born with... a beautiful country."

Understatement, not artificial.

Ran Xiaole's arm stretched out to the wine glass just froze there, neither advancing nor retreating, he was really thirsty, but he was really afraid to spit it out.

"So...puh ha ha ha ha... are you afraid that others will covet your beauty?"

"Ah."

Ran Xiaole held her stomach and laughed for a long time, and then patted Fang Jin's shoulder when she had laughed enough, "Ah Jin, how old are you?"

"You..." Fang Jin raised her phoenix eyes lightly, "What did you call me just now?"

"Ah..." Ran Xiaole wanted to slap herself, and hurriedly waved her hands and said in a panic: "I'm sorry, I'm acquainted, and I like to get close, Master Fang, you don't care about villains, don't be as knowledgeable as me .”

"It's okay." Unexpectedly, Fang Jin just sighed lightly, and didn't even care about the word "Fang Ling" that should have been slapped.

"I just don't understand why everyone likes to call me 'A Jin'? The person who gave me this name has been away for ten years and I will never see him again."

Ran Xiaole's playful face gradually sank, how old was Fang Jin ten years ago?Forced to learn to be ruthless and ruthless to pretend to be a scheming man, he must fight, must make everyone fearful, and must be as hard as iron, in order to survive in this turbulent arena.But in the end, he is nothing more than a lonely and helpless child.

For some reason, all the images of Xiao An came to mind.

A thin boy who pretends to be strong, who sees tears as a shame, is also so beautiful, so precocious, and also like this, struggling to suppress his desire for family affection.

"Ajin."

"Yeah." Fang Jin smiled, "It doesn't matter, you can call me that when I'm behind."

"Hey..." Ran Xiaole poured himself a glass of wine, and touched the wine cup in Fang Jin's hand, "It's done, we will be brothers from now on!"

He raised his neck and drank... "Fuck, water?"

Fang Jin laughed loudly, "When did I say it was wine?"

"No..." Ran Xiaole angrily poured himself another cup, pretended to be deep and made a standard smoking motion, and even pretended to blow out a smoke ring. Fang Jin stared at him suspiciously, "Are you here?" do what?"

"Learn from you."

"Learn from me... what?"

"Pretend."

"What do you mean?"

Ran Xiaole scratched her head, "Nothing interesting, that, you haven't told me yet, how old are you?"

Fang Jin smiled, "At the time of the [-]th year."

"It's all 28?"

Fang Jin stomped her feet, "Sixteen!"

"Hahaha... Sixteen!" Ran Xiaole twirled an orchid finger, intentionally imitating Fang Jin's coquettish tone, "The girl is chirping, and she said she's not a girl... Uh..."

Fang Jin pinched Ran Xiaole's neck, and asked gloomily, "Are you looking for death? Or do you not have a long memory?"

Ran Xiaole slapped Fang Jin's arm fiercely, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wrong...I was wrong...Song...cough cough cough...cough cough..."

After coughing for a long time, Ran Xiaole finally caught her breath, "You you you..."

"That's the fate of being cheap."

"Okay, okay! I can't help being funny! Sixteen, right? No wonder."

"No wonder what?"

"Secondary disease."

"What disease is that?"

Ran Xiaole rolled her eyes, then rubbed against Fang Jin shamelessly, "You are already terminally ill."

Fang Jin also laughed, "Then, is there any help?"

"It's okay, it'll be fine when you grow up."

"Hahaha..." Fang Jin flicked Ran Xiaole's forehead, "You are really interesting."

"That is, if you don't live happily, you must learn to have fun for yourself."

Fang Jin paused, "Yes."

"But Ajin, you look a lot like that kid in my family." Thinking of her younger brother, Ran Xiaole's expression became visibly lively, "Look at him, he's pretty, he's even more attractive than a girl, but he also hates what people say He is absolutely stunning."

"Oh?" Fang Jin blinked with interest, "Why?"

"How do I know what you good-looking people are thinking all day long?" Ran Xiaole shrugged, "Ah Jin, why are you?"

"Me?" Fang Jin smiled, "I hate others to say that I am feminine, but I like my skin the most. My pride is also my shame."

"That's weird." Ran Xiaole smacked her lips, "Since you love your appearance, why don't you like others to praise it for its beauty?"

"That's my thing, how can others covet and usurp it!"

Such strong words made Ran Xiaole speechless, there was no way, he had never been spoken well by anyone since he was a child, mediocrity limited his ability to understand, and he couldn't understand the world of these banished immortals.

Alas, the drought dies, the flood dies, it's always like this.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, you don't like to hear it, and I'm afraid of death, so I just don't praise you in the future."

"Yeah." Fang Jin clinked glasses with him, "You are acquainted."

"Okay, your heart is not bad, so don't keep carrying it, don't you feel tired?"

"Not a bad heart?" Fang Jin laughed so hard that tears almost came out, "Why do you know that?"

"I don't know, it's just... There is a feeling that you and my child are quite similar, and you are afraid and innocent in your bones."

"Simple? Do you know how many people I have killed?"

"You?" Ran Xiaole shook his head and sighed, "Can you count yourself?"

Fang Jinqiu smiled, "Then you still think I'm not bad?"

Ran Xiaole took a sip of wine, oh no, water, looked at the boundless moonlight in silence for a while, then murmured in a low voice: "Bad people don't necessarily have to kill people, and good people don't necessarily have to be innocent. In your world, who can keep their hands away Blood? Who can get away with it?"

"our world?"

"Yeah." Ran Xiaole stared at Fang Jin, "Your world."

Fang Jin just smiled and stopped asking.

"By the way." Ran Xiaole suddenly remembered something, "Ah Jin, let me ask you, my Xiaoan has nothing to do with some people with the surname Duan, right?"

"...don't know."

"Oh, I'm sorry you can't tell the truth." Ran Xiaole smiled helplessly, "That's all, Ajin, you don't have to wear a veil in front of me in the future, my eyes are bad, as long as you don't stick it on my face, I will I can’t see your beautiful face clearly.”

Of course his eyesight is not good, otherwise he would never have missed the flash of astonishment in Fang Jin's eyes.

"I'm used to it. Anyone who has seen my face must die." Fang Jin smiled coquettishly, "I can't bear Xiao Le to die!"

"Okay, whatever you want."

"It's late at night, so I won't stay any longer. I'll visit you tomorrow."

"it is good."

Ran Xiaole stretched her waist, "Healed from a serious illness, go back to sleep in the cage!"

Fang Jin watched him lie back on the bed, got up and left.

Ran Xiaole couldn't close her eyes, and Fang Jin couldn't sleep either. They were too mysterious to each other, but they knew each other.

Fang Jin laughed a lot today. He actually laughed every day, but he had never been so tired. He pinched the center of his brows and sighed softly. Could it be because of his sincerity?

sincere?Yeah, it was ridiculous.

"master."

Ling Qi flew down from the roof and jumped in front of Fang Jin without making a sound.

"Go and check his history."

"Yes."

"I'm so good at serving you, this man...I like it very much."

"Yes."

"Anything else?"

Ling Qi hesitated for a moment, then bowed to Fang Jin's ear, "Master, today is fifteen..."

Fang Jin was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, "I see, let's go."