315: The third child, I think of the little nine
For example, if there is no one around for a short period of time, it is not a big deal. It won't be like before, once there is no yang energy in the night, it will be weakened like a sick seedling who is dying soon.
Jiang Jianchen should know about this......
She rubbed Liang Wen's head: "Let's go, sleep." ”
The two went to bed, Liang Wenxi first helped Zhou Yanqing apply the white jade paste given by Jiang Jianchen on the eyes, and then the two closed a quilt, and he hugged her softly.
"Xiangxiang...... Don't be afraid, there is a question, ask to accompany you. ”
In the middle of the night, she was not a martial artist, and she didn't have such good eyesight, so she couldn't see his expression, let alone the ghostly light flashing under his eyes.
He said softly, gently, but like a promise: "As long as it is what Xiangxiang wants, I will give it to you if I ask......"
Beside her was a familiar breath, and this warm embrace had always been her covetous. Pillowed on the crook of Liang Wenxi's arm, her face buried in her arms, she suddenly felt a lot better, and gradually fell asleep on this night that should have been insomnia......
After she fell asleep, Liang Wenxin gently kissed her on the cheek.
"Xiangxiang wants it, ask it and give it to you. The young man you like, your brothers, will all come back......"
The little fool smiled sweetly, and then hugged her tightly.
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On the roof tiles of the palace, the moonlight was snow-white, and the cold man dressed in white was even more frosty and snowy.
He sat on the roof, dressed in white as if he was not stained with dust, but he found a pot of wine out of nowhere and sipped it one by one, and what he was looking for was where Zhou Yanqing was......
Jiang Jianchen suddenly touched the position of his heart, and the pain was numb, and he didn't know where it came from.
He lowered his eyes lightly, and remembered Zhou Yanqing's previous appearance, pale face, red and swollen eyes, even if he pretended to be indifferent, but his dark eyes were like a sad and depressed Dead Sea.
He frowned, not feeling well......
And, almost at the same time. This is a mountain forest, surrounded by black fog all year round, and a man in black who meditates cross-legged has a rough face. His sword eyebrows flew obliquely into his temples, and he opened his eyes, and his sharp eagle eyes were like three-foot green edges, full of awe-inspiring aura.
But the man twisted his eyebrows again, as if in confusion.
"What's the matter?" At this time, someone came strolling with a cane, and the person who came was disfigured and had inconvenient legs and feet, but his eyes were treacherous and smooth.
The man in black frowned and thought for a long time: "...... Before, I seemed to hear Xiao Jiu's voice. ”
The disfigured man's lips twitched: "You're afraid it's auditory hallucinations." ”
This place is Jedi, and they've been trapped here for a long time.
The man was silent for a long time. There were many edges and corners on his body, but all these years those hard thorns had been stripped away, and as far as his eyes could see, there was no end to black, never-ending black, and here was always covered with black fog day and night.
The man asked in a trance, "...... You say, Xiao Jiu is on the other side of the world...... How are you doing?"
The man on crutches smiled briskly: "It must be good, so believe it first." Besides, even if it's not good. Several of us are dead, trapped in this place, and we can't get out, so it's better to think on the bright side. ”
The man was silent, and said nothing more for a long time.
Until......
"The third child, I think of Xiao Jiu. ”
The tall and mighty man has an aggrieved tone at this moment, which is sad to hear, like a big wolf dog that can't find a home, wandering outside, but thinking about home and the people at home.