shut up, shameless old thief

Ji Bingzhu looked at Bian Ling's silence and didn't agree, he took a few steps closer, and said word by word: "Do you remember clearly?"

The two were very close at this time, and Bian Ling could almost see Ji Bingzhu's clear and deep eyes like a secluded spring. At this moment, he was a little surprised to find that Ji Bingzhu's pupils were not the black or black pupils of ordinary people. It is amber, but a color that is almost crow blue. When looking at people seriously, the pupils are full of streamer like glass.

His crow-like eyelashes blinked slightly, looked at Bian Ling who was a little stunned, and shouted again: "A Ling, did you hear that?"

He was too close, and there was some green wood breath on his body, and there was also a little bit of a medicine smell. Bian Ling was stunned for a while when he looked at his eyes, but was blown away by his thunderous voice. , frowned and coughed dryly.

Ji Bingzhu almost poked the tip of his nose into Bian Ling's face, and said, "Hey, hey, hey! Ling, are you listening to me?"

Bian Ling was not used to being so close to people, so he stretched out his fingertips to poke Ji Bingzhu's brow and pressed back, pushed him away, and pretended to be indifferent: "You still didn't say why you want to open an umbrella?"

Ji Bingzhu let out an "ah" and asked doubtfully, "Didn't I say it? I said it, there are bad things when it snows. If you don't open an umbrella, you will see a special-big... oh yo , I'm sorry I hit you, doesn't it hurt?"

Every time Ji Bingzhu made gestures, he wished that his arms could grow to be thousands of feet long, so that he could completely restore the things he depicted. This time he was closer to Bian Ling, and he slapped Bian Ling's face as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Bian Ling covered the corners of his painful eyes, held his breath, and did not speak.

Ji Bingzhu said: "I'm sorry, what did I say just now?"

Bian Ling said unhappily: "If you don't hold an umbrella, you will encounter a particularly big..."

Ji Bingzhu: "Oh, I remembered. If you don't use an umbrella, you will encounter that - such a big snow monster, it will sprinkle black snowflakes, and your clothes will be dirty after touching it, especially difficult to wash Ah, let me tell you."

Bian Ling: "..."

He looked at Ji Bingzhu's dirty clothes with complicated eyes - Ji Bingzhu couldn't stay idle, he went out for a while, crossed the cable bridge, climbed a tree, dug a pit for a long time, and crawled behind Bian Ling on his knees Climbing up, the clean green shirt in the morning was already dirty and tattered by him.

If Bian Ling had been more cheerful, he would have said unbearably that you have the face to say that others will stain your clothes. Unfortunately, Bian Ling didn't talk much, and he was punched by Ji Bingzhu just now, so he had to cover his face and keep silent.

A simple swing chair was hung on the phoenix tree in the yard, and all kinds of messy things were placed on it.Ji Bingzhu ran over, flipped through it casually, and then took out something that looked like a green bean.

He knelt on the ground with one knee, half body lying on the swing chair, beckoned to Bian Ling, and was about to call A Ling A Ling, Bian Ling walked over on his own initiative - in just one day, he had probably figured it out Ji Bingzhu's temper, although on the surface he looks gentle and a little stupid, but in fact he is more stubborn than anyone else, once a decision is made, he can't be dragged back with the rein.

In the past half a day, Ji Bingzhu seemed to be asking him for his opinions and decisions on everything, but even if Bian Ling gave him an answer he didn't want, he would still make jokes and turn things back to the answer he wanted.

After Bian Ling understood this point, seeing Ji Bingzhu wanted to call him over, he simply didn't bother to bother talking and went directly there, so as to avoid being tortured by his repeated names.

Ji Bingzhu's eyes lit up when he saw him approaching proactively, and he smiled and said, "Oh, he's so good."

Bian Ling didn't hear his words clearly, walked over, frowned and said, "What?"

Ji Bingzhu shook his head, and waved all the things on the swing chair to the ground. He patted the swing chair and said, "You, sit here."

Bian Ling didn't know why, but he still walked over and sat down. Ji Bingzhu stood up and threw the little green bean in his hand at Bian Ling's feet.

With a "bang", a burst of black smoke suddenly rose from the ground, swallowing Bian Ling who was caught off guard.

Bian Ling: "..."

The black smoke had a bitter smell of root liquid, Bian Ling choked on it, covered his mouth and coughed several times, couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Ji Bingzhu!"

He just yelled angrily, and then he was a little surprised to see that he didn't know when he had changed his clothes.

The black mist dissipated quickly, and he stood beside the swing chair in a plain black dress. The unfit green shirt had disappeared at some point, and a small seedling fell on his feet. The green beans exploded with a "pop" in a short while, and the small black seeds in the green beans were immediately picked up by Ji Bingzhu who was beside him.

Ji Bingzhu picked up the seeds scattered on the ground one by one, held them carefully in the palm of his hand, looked at Bian Ling's clothes, and said in surprise: "This color is beautiful, why can't I always change it?"

He put the seeds in his sleeve, walked over and pulled Bian Ling's clothes curiously, looked back and forth many times, and finally even lifted Bian Ling's clothes, Bian Ling couldn't bear it anymore, and directly punched Ji Bingzhu on the head superior.

Ji Bingzhu immediately crouched down holding his head.

Bian Ling beat Ji Bingzhu as he wished, and finally the lingering anger in his heart was relieved. He took a deep breath, looked at Ji Bingzhu coldly, and said with a half-smile: "No one told you that you can't take off the hem of other people's clothes?" ?”

Since then, Bian Ling has lived in this mess. He was born in a big family, and there are almost hundreds of people in the inner courtyard. Bian Ling practiced in the inner courtyard every day. He didn't find it noisy, but at Ji Bingzhu's place, he felt that this place was too lively all the time.

Ji Bingzhu was unprecedented in being able to form a noisy scene with thousands of troops and horses alone.

Bian Ling drank the medicine for three consecutive days after that day, until the last time he saw Ji Bingzhu approaching with a bowl in his hands, he reflexively wanted to rush out and vomit upside down.

However, I don't know what Ji Bingzhu put in the medicine. After Bian Ling drank it for three days, the blocked meridians in his body started to work smoothly without knowing it.

Bian Ling was taken aback when he noticed it. Originally, when Ji Bingzhu and Luo Mo said that he could be cured, Bian Ling didn't believe it, but at this time, if it wasn't for the disappearance of Yuan Dan in the inner mansion, he almost thought that he could cure him. It's still the same body as before.

On the fourth day, Ji Bingzhu didn't boil any more medicine for him, but changed his green clothes with green beans, and came to him with a bunch of red fruits in his hands.

Bian Ling occupied his room these few days, and he didn't even mention it. Every night he either slept under the tree or curled up on the swing chair to make do. Several times Bian Ling opened the window in the middle of the night and saw Ji Bingzhu sitting on the swing chair. As soon as he turned over while lying on his back, he fell face down on the ground with a "bang".

Bian Ling: "..."

The age of Bian is... unbearable.

Ji Bingzhu held a small wooden tray full of red fruits, probably freshly washed, with some drops of water on it, he walked over and put it on the table, and said to Bian Ling, "Ah Ling, come and eat fruit."

Bian Ling was cutting a wooden sword with a small dagger, when he heard the sawdust shake his body, Shi Shiran walked over and sat on the stool.

Bian Ling picked up a fruit and asked doubtfully, "You picked this from the rope bridge a few days ago?"

It has been three or four days, and the fruit is still as bright as the freshly picked one. After Ji Bingzhu put it down, he sat on the stool, resting his cheeks in his hands, and watched Bian Ling eat the fruits one by one.

When Bian Ling squeezed the fruit, his eyes looked at the fruit. When Bian Ling stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes stared at Bian Ling's mouth. Bian Ling couldn't eat any more after eating two of them. Pass it to Ji Bingzhu and say, "Why don't you eat it?"

Ji Bingzhu seemed to be drooling, but he still didn't go to pick up the fruit. He still held his chin, glanced at the corner of his lips, and said unhappy: "You, you eat, I don't want to eat."

As he spoke, his eyes were still fixed on the plate of fruit.

Bian Ling: "..."

No matter how broad-minded Bian Ling is, he can't continue eating under the gaze of Ji Bingzhu, who seems to have been robbed of his beloved. He pushed the fruit plate aside, intending to talk to Ji Bingzhu, when he saw Ji Bingzhu With a "shua" in his eyes, he followed the pushed away fruit plate and floated to the side.

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling leaned his elbows on the table and held his forehead. After a while, he said with a headache: "You said before that you can't eat for the time being. Why?"

According to Ji Bingzhu, he is addicted to alcohol, but after the two jars of wine were dug out, Bian Ling never saw him take a sip. never touched.

Ji Bingzhu's eyes were still staring at the bright red fruit, and he didn't hear what Bian Ling was asking at all. After Bian Ling repeated it twice, Ji Bingzhu tore his eyes off the fruit, and looked at him pitifully: "You say what?"

Bian Ling rubbed the center of his eyebrows again, Ji Bingzhu was stunned for a moment before saying: "Oh, you can't eat, you can't eat..."

He seemed to want to answer Bian Age's question, but after saying twice that he couldn't eat, his eyes seemed to lose their luster, and he lay down on the table with a "slap", muttering to himself: " Can't eat can't eat can't eat...I can't eat..."

Bian Ling: "..."

Is the resentment so deep for not being able to eat?You have such a high level of power, haven't you already been bigu?Do you still have to be so preoccupied to satisfy your desire for tongue and tongue?

Bian Ling: "Why?"

Ji Bingzhu: "I can't eat, I can't eat... I can't eat..."

Bian Ling: "..."

In the end, Ji Bingzhu still didn't say why he couldn't eat, and Bian Ling was so angry that he almost pinched him to death, but he still couldn't get a word out of his mouth, so he had to slam the door and go to sleep alone up.

In the middle of the night, Bian Ling was so disturbed by the howling beasts outside the yard that he couldn't sleep. When he was about to get up, he suddenly found a dark figure poked beside his bed, which seemed to have appeared for a long time.

Bian Ling: "..."

It's also a shame that Bian Ling is more courageous, otherwise he would definitely be scared by this ghost-like thing and jump up from the bed.

Bian Ling fumbled to pick up the fire folder on the small bedside table and lit the candlestick. The flame flickered slightly, and then faintly illuminated the whole room.

Bian Ling said weakly: "Senior."

Ji Bingzhu stood barefoot beside the bed, looking at Bian Ling without blinking his eyes. He was slender and his black hair was draped behind his back like splashed ink. If you look carefully, you can find that the hair beside his ears still has A black crow feather was inserted, which seemed to be the one he pulled out from the crow in the fog a few mornings ago.

Ji Bingzhu was slightly covered by the light of the fire with his hands, and he took a moment to put down his hands.

Bian Ling put on his clothes and got off the bed, "What's wrong?"

Ji Bingzhu draws a circle with his two index fingers together, uncharacteristically, he didn't keep banging, and he said after a while: "I'll make you a Yuan Dan, and you don't want to cultivate demons, okay?"

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