Ling Motang's chin slammed on the muddy floor, his hand was still dragging on other people's trouser legs, he didn't raise his head but first pointed at the other party's middle finger, slowly raised his head and spit out the mud and weeds in his mouth, and scolded angrily: "I! Exercise! You ......" 0.01 seconds after seeing the other party, she immediately swallowed the last sentence "uncle" back into her stomach, and turned to laugh and talk: "You, okay?" ”

The man on the other side slowly leaned down, his expression was cold, but his facial features were extremely handsome and exquisite. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This person was the one who took her out of the underworld that day, so Ling Motang also sent the other party a fan to express his gratitude, but I don't know if the other party still keeps the fan with "About" written on it.

Ling Motang felt that he was really obscene, just listening to the sentence "How are you?" It wasn't strange, but it was connected back and forth: "I! Exercise! How are you? ”

Ling Motang was a clever man, and he began to despise himself from the heart.

"Let go." The other party's voice was cold to the bones, his calf moved slightly, Ling Motang held his back and loosened the left hand of the other party's trouser leg, and struggled to get up.

"Do you remember me?" Ling Motang threw the hair that was soaked in water and stuck to his face behind his shoulders, and the pear vortex on both sides of the smile was quite deep, but his chin was still stained with mud, how did he look like a beggar begging on the street.

The other party's expression remained unchanged, and his face was indifferent or indifferent, Ling Motang tore the two mustaches that were glued to his face, and then asked, "In this way, do you know me?" There was a glint of excitement on his face.

The people around witnessed Ling Motang's heroic action of tearing off his beard with eyes as if they were looking at a retarded person, without the slightest defense.

"I said, brother, cough, girl, can you be reserved?" Ling Motang's shoulder suddenly pressed an arm, and the young man who fell into the water smiled stupidly: "You can't see the beautiful demeanor of the son, just die and beg for nothing." ”

Ling Motang: ......

"Thank you for saving me." The osmanthus cake boy had a lazy smile on his face, his hair was wet and sticky to his face, and he didn't look much better than Ling Motang.

But Ling Motang obviously didn't eat the "thank you" set, and slapped away the osmanthus cake boy's arm: "Who wants to save you, you dragged me into the water." Ling Motang emphasized seriously.

Ling Motang glanced at the osmanthus cake boy carefully, touched his chin and pondered: "Look at the person you wear touching the dog, thank you shouldn't just say it~"

"Don't worry, the last thing my Wang family lacks is silver, and I will definitely satisfy the little benefactor." The expression of the osmanthus cake boy that I have money and I will give as much as I want is extremely pleasing to the eye in Ling Motang's eyes.

"You are so shameless, saving people is a matter of course, how can you talk about reward." A man in his forties pointed at Ling Motang, and as soon as the man said, the crowd responded one after another, sighing again and again: "The world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient. ”

Ling Motang: "......" these years, how can she not ask for anything in return for saving people with her ability, look at the appearance of this common enemy, it is as if she Ling Motang has done some heinous deeds. When she was being dragged by the teenager and couldn't move, did one of them stand up?

Now that the face of a righteous person stands on the moral high ground and humiliates her, don't you know how to write the word "hypocrisy"?

The scene became more and more difficult to control, Ling Motang was surrounded by a group of "angry youths" and criticized, the osmanthus cake boy looked at Ling Motang helplessly, and when he saw that Ling Motang was also looking at him, he turned his head and pretended to be stupid with a look that had nothing to do with me.

The chaotic scene suddenly quieted down, the people around Ling Motang seemed to be frozen and did not move, Ling Motang's eyes suddenly became a little astringent, and he saw that there was a white light smoke slowly lingering in the center of the crowd, and finally drifted away with the breeze.

The white smoke is invisible, and it is the memory of the person who is dissipating.

Ling Motang's eyes widened and he suddenly looked at the man in the dark blue brocade robe behind him, he could erase the memories of others.

"Hey, what am I doing here?"

"What just happened?"

……

Ling Motang watched the crowd disperse violently, and her left wrist was also clasped, pulling her into the night.

"Who the hell are you?" Ling Motang only felt a chill coming from his left wrist, and the other party's hand was very cold, like a dead person without any temperature.

"Shen Yuan." The other party turned his head indifferently, his sharp and bright eyes were opposite Ling Motang, his thin lips opened and closed up and down, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, making a low and cold sound.

Ling Motang's expression was stunned, and he looked at Shen Yuan in a daze, the other party was dressed in a dark blue brocade dress that lined the uncovered neck even fairer, this person's skin was very white, as if he had not been in the sun for a long time, exuding a sickly white, but his facial features were extremely resolute, and this white lined just right, not showing any sickness, but combining rigidity and softness, like cold and beautiful jade.

Shen Yuan, Shen Yuan. Ling Motang silently recited these two words in his heart, and then stepped back with a smile: "If you have something to say, you let go of my hand first." ”

Shen Yuan's hand was stained with the temperature in Ling Motang's hand, and he only felt that his palms were warm, this kind of temperature was what he had always wanted, as long as it was ......

Shen Yuan's eyes became more and more fierce when he saw Ling Motang, just like an agile eagle seeing delicious food, Ling Motang obviously felt the aggressiveness of the other party's eyes, and thought to himself where she had offended Shen Yuan, was it because of the fan that said "About"?

In the gloomy alley, there was no one to go to, Ling Motang gritted his teeth hard, but the other party was stunned and didn't let go, and his eyes as bright as obsidian were cool.

Suddenly, Ling Motang felt a tingling pain in his index finger, looked down at his hand, and a little bright red blood was coming out of his index finger, falling into the palm of the other party's hand along the drooping finger.

The drop of blood silently sank into Shen Yuan's palm, and then disappeared.

Vanish! Lose! Finish!

Ling Motang grabbed Shen Yuan's hand and checked it repeatedly, what about the traces of blood?

"How so?" Ling Motang always felt that something was wrong: "Temperature, you have temperature." Ling Motang was incoherent, his right hand held Shen Yuan's other hand, and then suddenly let go of Shen Yuan's two hands, hurriedly stepped back, and slammed his back against the stone wall.

The temperature of the two hands is different, the blood-stained hand is as warm as an ordinary person, but the other hand is as cold as ice.

Shen Yuan's expression remained unchanged, but Ling Motang clearly felt that Shen Yuan's good-looking lip line was slightly upturned, and he seemed to have received a very satisfactory answer.

And this answer is Ling Motang.

Ling Motang felt that he must have encountered a pervert and couldn't survive, so he simply didn't do anything, and the dagger in his sleeve stabbed Shen Yuan's arm unconsciously, but Shen Yuan didn't dodge or let Ling Motang move.

Blood fell down Shen Yuan's wrist, and the moment it sank into the bluestone slab, thin ice suddenly formed on the ground and spread to the depths of the alley.

The questions in Ling Motang's heart came one after another, how could this person's blood have such a strong cold aura, and how could her blood make Shen Yuan have the temperature of an ordinary person?

The place on Shen Yuan's arm that had been cut by Ling Motang's dagger was healing at an invisible rate, and it was not long before it was intact.

"Perverted, perverted!" Ling Motang looked at Shen Yuan's hand and held back such a sentence for a long time, the other party swept his cold eyes, Ling Motang immediately coaxed, and said with an innocent face: "I mean, it's amazing my brother." ”