Because of the system's mission, Ling Lan did not try to get rid of Xie Qingsui anymore, but he tried several times but he changed the subject.

Ling Lan was a little irritated. He thought it was because the moon was approaching, but he also felt that it should be more than that.

One day and night, Mianmian shook his small wings in front of Ling Lan and pressed his head left and right. Ling Lan saw that it was very hard to use his cotton head as a fist, so he patted his head and let it go to bed.

After sending Mianmian, Ling Lan couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned a few times, suddenly stood up and walked towards the person watching the night in the fire.

Xie Qingsui looked down at a jade pendant, as if a lotus was sealed in the jade, red and unique. He gently rubbed it, like the past few hundred years.

Ling Lan was not allowed to look at him when he was sleeping, so he always waited for him to fall asleep before going over.

Before today, there was a rustling sound of his feet stepping on the sand and soil, and the faint fragrance of lotus floated. Then, a slightly cold body poured into his arms.

Xie Qingsui's heart trembled heavily and put the jade pendant into his sleeve, "What's wrong with the princess?"

"Princess" is the nickname given to Ling Lan by Xie Qingsui, because Ling Lan is picky and very particular in a great desert where there is nothing.

Ling Lan would refute at first, but then he followed him. He didn't look at his expression, but felt that after this, he seemed to be a little more at ease, so he buried his head in his arms, "I feel uncomfortable."

The flames crackled, and the night wind in the desert was different from the daytime, bringing a hint of coolness. In the flames, he was close to him, and his porcelain white skin reflected a warm light, but it seemed that it could not warm his body. He shook gently, as fragile as a fragile glass.

Xie Qingsui tightened his hand a little and sent spiritual power to his body until his dark eyelashes stopped trembling and he entered sleep.

After a long time, Xie Qingsui whispered, "Every time I feel uncomfortable, I come to see me."

He chuckled, "What a real young nephew."

A ferocious beast roared at night, waiting for an opportunity to stare at it. The small bonfire could not stop the primitive greed caused by the strong prey of the strong in the Great Wilderness, but all the roars stopped like a few feet away. The sticky blood sucked into the sand silently, and the broken beast body was buried by yellow sand. Only the subtle sound of the wind brushed past the bloody dunes in front of it.

"You can't disturb my princess' sleep." Xie Qing touched his cheek lightly on the back of his hand. When he closed his eyes, he looked particularly quiet, but he did not look away for a moment.

Ling Lan dreamed of the statue of the god again, just like what he saw at the sacrificial platform, but it was no longer so tall, but as high as a human, as if the god was deep in the statue.

Ling Lan looked at his face without face, but felt that he should have a pair of light gray eyes as mist on the clouds, the eyes of the gods; his long hair is like silver and the moonlight, his arms...

He felt that the statue of God actually hugged him, a not-warm embrace, but had a reassuring power.

He saw long silver hair fluttering in front of his eyes, and he reached out and grabbed it in his palm, feeling the coldness as the moonlight.

Xie Qingsui hugged Ling Lan for a night. When the dawn was about to rise, he heard the person in his arms move and murmured, "Master".

His hand that fluctuated the flames suddenly stopped, and the remaining bonfire jumped a few times, without enough fuel, Mars was annihilated and merged with the ashes.

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In the ruined temple, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. Su Xingxian's palm was empty.

Before the wind disappeared, he heard the man who took Ling Lan away, saying, "You can't even give him blood to the tip of your heart, so your master won't follow you."

It seems to be mocking, it seems to be casual.

Su Xingxian covered her eyes and suddenly laughed, "Master, my heart is so painful, I have given it to you, you broke it yourself."

He is merciless and unnostalgic. Since this is his last bargaining chip, how dare he give it to him easily.

I don’t know how long it took, a blue light suddenly lit up in the desolate and dilapidated temple.

Su Xingxian raised his hand and cast a spell. He felt the breath of the Great Prisoner on that person.

No one can steal the master from him anymore.

A bright light floated on the altar. He cut his palm and blood flowed into the sacrifice cup.

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When Ling Lan got up the next day, she had reached the limit of patience. She made up her mind that if Xie Qingsui didn't say anything, he would not go with him any longer.

However, unexpectedly, Xie Qingsui did not care about his side as he did before, but instead agreed very quickly.

Ling Lan had no chance to say the next sentence "Divine ways".

Xie Qingsui seemed to know what he was going to say, pitifully, "I know, tell you, please don't abandon me."

When he was talking, he held him behind his back, and every time he was not paying attention, he would touch his feet.

Just as Ling Lan was about to push away, he held his hand, "It's blood in the heart. At that time, my wind captured part of your little disciple's memory, when you asked him to have blood in the heart."

"I'll take you to see."

After saying that, a gust of wind blew up on the ground. After the wind, Ling Lan saw the long-lost Xingluo Peak.

In the bamboo house, the boy in light blue was carving a piece of jade material, and another red jade pendant was placed on the table. He was facing it, trying to carve the same shape.

When Xie Qingsui saw the red lotus-shaped jade pendant, he felt that his long-lost teeth were itchy again.

Ling Lan was watching, and suddenly heard Xie Qingsui say, "Alan, you have so many jade pendants."

His tone was a little sarcastic, and Ling Lan said casually, "There are naturally many wholesale ones."

Xie Qingsui choked up.

When he was a teenager, Su Xingxian would carve jade under the candlelight almost every night. At first, he did not carve well and was not satisfied. Later, his skills became more and more skillful.

The jade chips fell down from his slender fingers, and the shape of the jade became more and more similar. However, he always felt that something was missing, but he was still dissatisfied, but he couldn't find the reason.

The handsome and clear eyebrows were a little annoyed. He looked at the bamboo house that had already darkened across the street, "Master will definitely not like this kind of vulgar thing." After that, he raised the fire to burn the jade pendant that was carved to the point of being perfect.

Xie Qingsui said "huff" and Ling Lan said, "If you don't like to watch, don't watch it."

Xie Qingsui said, "Of course I have to see." His tone was quite gritting.

The scenery has changed, but it is still this bamboo house.

It seemed that it had rained, and there was some moisture in the air. The wooden door was pushed open and crashed into the room with the fragrance of pear blossoms.

The boy in blue stumbled in, and layers of blood oozed out from under his sleeves, covering the elegant and precious blue.

He was seriously injured, but he ignored his wounds and allowed the blood to dye the whole house of rime blood.

He took out a flower from his arms, a withered flower. He didn't know what color the flower was originally, but after it withered, it was a gray that was similar to his pupils.

The sound of silk and bamboo came from outside the house, accompanied by a babbling tone. He seemed to be used to it, but he still couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear it anymore. With his wounds, he stood up and went out. The sun shone through the mountains and forests at dusk, and the light blue clothes with blood disappeared in it.

In the open window, a young man was dressing in opera, and in a gentle tone, he waved his sleeves.

The fairy in plain clothes lay on the bamboo collapse, carelessly stretched out her hand to pull down the pipa in her arms. It was originally a pure place for immortal cultivation, but at this moment, there were faint sounds everywhere.

Xie Qingsui leaned against the window, smiling, "You will enjoy it so much, my junior nephew."
Chapter completed!