The heroine forced me to fall in love with money

"Sirou." Jiang Zhinan said in a very soft voice, calling her shyly, "I'm fine, you, can you let me go?"

Hearing the person in her arms talking, Lan Sirou finally raised her eyes slowly.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Jiang Zhinan looking down at himself, water droplets dripping down on that fair and beautiful cheek, his hair was lightly attached to his neck and collarbone, and there was a touch of tenderness softer than water in his eyes.

"Yanyan." Lan Sirou didn't move, still sticking to her chest, obviously frightened, even her voice was hoarse, "It's good that you are fine, you really scared me to death just now, I still I thought something happened to you..."

While talking, he held her hand tightly.

Jiang Zhinan could clearly feel that her hands were still shaking right now, it was cold to the touch, and she even quietly lost her body temperature because of worry.

Jiang Zhinan was very distressed, quickly took Lan Sirou's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it several times, and after the kiss, he breathed lightly to help her warm.

In fact, Jiang Zhinan could understand what kind of mood Lan Sirou was in right now.

Ever since she slept with him in the same room, she was always there in every midnight dream. No matter how horrible things happened in the dream, as soon as Jiang Zhinan opened his eyes, he would definitely see Lan Sirou .

You can also get such a warm hug and caring care full of worries.

At that time, Jiang Zhinan had wondered whether Lan Sirou was watching her all the time, no matter when and where, no matter what time, he was always vigilant, so that he could hug her immediately She, to dispel all the anxiety and fear in her heart.

I figured it out.

At this moment, Lan Sirou was still lying on her chest, and her hairy head was also tightly attached to her skin. Apart from feeling a little itchy, it also made her feel a little distressed.

"Sirou." Jiang Zhinan lightly poked her cheek, and said softly, "You should let me go."

"En." Lan Sirou nodded in response, and her soft hair rubbed back and forth on her body.

It was a good promise, but there was still no tendency to leave.

"Why don't you let me go?" Jiang Zhinan continued to ask, picked up her face casually, and looked down.

Then I saw a small red face.

The red one looks like drinking wine, like the colorful clouds from the sky.

How can it be so red.

Jiang Zhinan was stunned for a moment, then as if realizing something, he let go of her face and retracted into the bathtub again, only showing his head outside.

The cheeks also turned red quickly, and the two of them became a couple in an instant.

"Yanyan." Lan Sirou called her, leaned forward, squatted on the edge of the bathtub and blinked her big eyes, "Look, my clothes are also wet..."

"Yes, and then." Jiang Zhinan asked her stammeringly.

"Why don't I come in for a wash?" Immediately afterwards, she heard the person in front of her say this.

"No." Jiang Zhinan responded, blushing and stretched out his hand to push her away, "I'll wash it right away, you can wash it yourself later."

"But I..." Lan Sirou obviously wanted to say something more.

Jiang Zhinan didn't give her a chance, grabbed the edge of the tub with both hands and moved forward, just raised his head and kissed her gently on the lips.

The girl's lips were very soft, with a faint fragrance and steaming water vapor on her body, so she stuck her lips unsuspectingly.

Lan Sirou was taken aback by her kiss, her body subconsciously froze for a moment.

Like a cat, Jiang Zhinan narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned over gently and tapped her lips, full of love and liking.

Very seductive.

Lan Sirou's eyes were slightly red when she kissed her, and she held her face subconsciously, deepening the kiss.

From the lips to the tip of the tongue, bit by bit deepened, demanded, did not want to let go at all, the kiss was very lingering.

Jiang Zhinan originally wanted to comfort her, but he never thought that this person would become more and more aggressive.

"Yanyan." I don't know how long I kissed, and I don't know if I kissed enough, anyway, Lan Sirou looks very happy, with joy in his eyes, "I like you."

"Yeah." Jiang Zhinan answered her with a blushing face, panting a little from being kissed, and nodded while panting heavily.

"Then I'm going out." Lan Sirou looked at her and smiled, finally stood up and walked out, but turned back before going out, and told her very seriously that she had to call him for something.

"Understood." Jiang Zhinan responded, staring at the back of her leaving for a long time, and then plunged back into the bathtub after a while.

……

After both of them finished washing, it was getting late, because tomorrow they had to explore Jiang Zhinan's life experience, and it would take a lot of energy, so the two of them didn't do anything else, and they all put on their clothes and lay down on the bed.

Lan Sirou casually hugged her, put her head on Jiang Zhinan's pillow, and lay her body next to her.

"Go to sleep." She said, probably seeing the fear and uneasiness hidden in Jiang Zhinan's heart, her voice subconsciously softened a lot, "With me here, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"No matter what happens, I will do my best to protect you."

Every word, very serious.

"Yeah." Jiang Zhinan responded, then turned around and hugged her, "Thank you."

"It's okay." Lan Sirou smiled, kissed her hair lightly, and then closed her eyes with her.

A good night's dream.

Because there was something in their hearts, they both woke up early the next morning.

Lan Sirou managed to get Xiao Er to bring hot water and breakfast, the two of them went downstairs together after washing and eating, went to the backyard of the inn to bring back his horse, and started heading towards the interior of Longqing .

If we say that the scene when we first stepped into Longqing was already extremely dilapidated, then the interior of Longqing was even worse. There were weeds everywhere for several miles, and broken walls and ruins appeared in the field of vision. Disappeared again, the wind was very loud, hitting the bottom of people's hearts.

Even just looking at it makes people feel chills involuntarily.

The two walked forward all the way, up the mountain along the soil slope full of weeds and dead trees, and rode forward for an unknown amount of time, and finally saw a green bamboo forest.

And those tombstones all over the bamboo forest.

The moment Jiang Zhinan saw such a scene, his temples began to tingle.

"Are you okay, Yanyan?" Lan Sirou looked over worriedly, and asked softly.

"It's okay." Jiang Zhinan shook his head, gritted his teeth and got off the horse, took a deep breath and walked slowly into the bamboo forest.

Every time she took a step, her head was stabbed, and many indescribable emotions swept up her heart. There seemed to be a voice in the back of her mind clamoring for her to stop.

But Jiang Zhinan didn't stop, and continued to walk in with firm steps, bound to find out the truth of everything.

There were many tombstones in front of him, and Jiang Zhinan looked at them one by one, and the more he looked at them, the more he felt familiar.

It was as if she had really been here before, who was sleeping here and who was sleeping peacefully there, she seemed to have an impression of each of them.

With such a sense of sight, Jiang Zhinan walked forward until he entered the depths of the bamboo forest and saw two tombstones close together.

One had Qin Shanhai written on it, and the other had Mu Wanrong written on it.

"Qin Shanhai, Mu Wanrong..." Jiang Zhinan squatted down and caressed the two tombstones with his hands, and murmured those two names, his heart suddenly ached like crazy, feeling like his whole body was about to be torn apart up.

There is an image in my mind that is becoming more and more clear. It is the scene of her standing in front of these two tombstones with a woman in her childhood. At that time, she was still very small, only a little bit, not even as high as the tree stump.

He couldn't speak well, so he asked the woman next to him in a childish voice, "Who are these two people?"

"It's your parents." The woman knelt down and said softly.

She wore a large cloak and a hat on her head, which always obscured her features.

But the voice was very gentle, as if it could heal all the wounds, and told her softly: "They are heroes who have saved the people of the clan, and sacrificed to protect everyone."

"Then will they come back?" Little Qin Yan didn't understand anything, but she could still feel that these two people were clearly sleeping here, but they seemed to be far away from him.

"Yes." The woman nodded in response, and after a while reached out her hand to caress Qin Shanhai's tomb, "One day, everyone will meet again."

"That's it." Xiao Qin Yan responded, and followed her example to touch the two tombstones. After a while, he turned his head and asked with a smile, "What about sister, is sister a hero?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it's not." The woman looked over, her voice was so soft that it was about to be crushed and blown away by the wind, "I'm just an old friend of theirs."

For many years to come, Qin Yan has been living with this so-called old man.

With the passage of time, Qin Yan gradually became an older child, and gradually understood many things, and learned a lot about the past that she didn't even know before.

It turned out that the father and mother were the same as this woman, and the three of them were from the same sect. Because they were dissatisfied with the system in the sect, they came to Longqing to live in seclusion together, living a life of indifference to world affairs.

A few years later, Qin Shanhai and Mu Wanrong fell in love, and later gave birth to Qin Yan, living a very happy life.

But the good times didn't last long, and it didn't take long for the first battle between the Demon Race and the Human Race. Parents died in the siege of monsters, and entrusted themselves to this woman before they died.

After that, the woman desperately sacrificed the spirit orb in her body, defeated the demon clan and saved all the clansmen.

Therefore, she is also honored as a saint, and has been guarding the peace of the village.

Qin Yan has also been living with her, and has gradually grown into a beautiful girl, living happily every day.

Time gradually passed, and it was like this that three years ago, when the second war broke out.

That time, the woman who had consumed too much energy finally couldn't stand it any longer. She watched helplessly as all her clansmen were wiped out, and blood flowed into rivers of corpses everywhere.

At that time, she seemed to be unable to protect anything anymore, the only thing that could be preserved was perhaps Qin Yan's life.

So she desperately took Qin Yan and hid up the mountain, came to a secluded place and used the last remaining mana to cut out the spirit pearl in her body and send it to Qin Yan's body.

He even told her to run away and go to the Qingguang faction while crying!

As long as there is life, there must be hope.

……

Jiang Zhinan knelt in front of the tombstone, tears streaming down his face.

So far, all the memories have come back, and the helplessness and pain in the past are still a sharp knife, piercing her heart again and again.

Every time it hurts to the bone.

"Yanyan, Yanyan!" Lan Sirou reached out and hugged her tightly, with a warm and firm voice in her arms.

"It's okay, it's over, it's over..." She said it over and over again, hoping to make Jiang Zhinan stop crying.

Although the person in front of him didn't say anything, Lan Sirou could guess a little from her reaction.

These two graves should belong to her parents. They must have been dead for a long time, and even the words engraved on them have been weathered a lot.

It doesn't seem like he passed away normally. Could it be that he died of a disease, died of an accident, or... died in the hands of a monster?

Thinking of the word monster, Lan Sirou's heart suddenly began to tingle.

But she didn't say anything, but tightened her arms even more, hoping to help Jiang Zhinan share all the painful emotions.

"We have to go back..." After only a while, Jiang Zhinan in his arms suddenly spoke again, his tone sounded panicked and trembling, "He's still looking for me."

"Who?" Lan Sirou frowned.

"Three years ago, the monster that killed everyone." Jiang Zhinan said, even the corners of his eyes turned red.

……

Lan Sirou rode a horse, circled down the mountain road with Jiang Zhinan, and hurried towards the Qingguang faction.

Jiang Zhinan told her the general story of the incident. Although it had been simplified a lot, it still made people feel cold sweat running down their backs involuntarily.

It turned out that the spirit pearl that no one could find was in her body, it turned out that she was the only one who survived that battle, it turned out that... until now she is still not out of danger.

Thinking of these things, Lan Sirou couldn't help but start to get scared, one bad idea after another kept flashing in her mind.

What if the monster knew Jiang Zhinan's identity before she did, what if the monster had been lurking beside them waiting for an opportunity during their trips.

If something happened to Jiang Zhinan, Lan Sirou might never forgive herself for the rest of her life.

"Yanyan, don't worry." Lan Sirou speeded up her horse, and comforted her softly while driving forward, "I will tell my father about this when we leave later, and we will find a solution together."

"Okay." Jiang Zhinan nodded in response, subconsciously clenched his hands.

For some reason... There was still a faint uneasiness in her heart.

Before dark, the two returned to the Qingguang Sect.

Lan Sirou got off the horse, the first thing she did was to go to the disciples in the sect to inquire about her father's whereabouts, and when she learned that he was in the study right now, she hurried there.

"Father." She stood in front of the study and knocked lightly on the door. After getting Lan Rang's permission, she hurried in and opened her mouth to tell him what happened to Jiang Zhinan.

But before he could say anything, he suddenly smelled the faint fragrance that permeated the study room.

It's like... the smell of Biluochun.

"Father." After realizing this, Lan Sirou opened his mouth softly, "Are you drinking tea?"

"Yes." Lan Rang in front of her nodded her head in response, with kind eyes, "Rou'er also sit down and taste it, this is the best Biluochun."

"That's right." Lan Sirou replied softly, and then forced a smile, "It's really good tea, you can feel it just by smelling the fragrance."

It's just... don't you never drink Biluochun?