Chapter 117: Night Walking in Chaogang Mountain

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Ling Motang didn't know why she was talking to Shen Yuan about this, she just felt that some problems or sufferings were good as long as she could talk to Shen Yuan, even if the other party didn't help her, she felt a lot more at ease, maybe Shen Yuan was the one who could make her feel at ease, or maybe Shen Yuan had saved her, so she believed in Shen Yuan for no reason from the bottom of her heart.

"By the way, the ghost thing you provoked this time couldn't have been deliberately arranged by you." Ling Motang glanced at Shen Yuan suspiciously, but the other party's expression was calm and responded flatly: "No." ā€

"If you can lure ghosts to let me practice, then you should also use the method of subduing ghosts, you teach me, how can I find a way to survive." Ling Motang approached Shen Yuan, his face almost touching the tip of the other party's nose, Shen Yuan directly pushed Ling Motang's face close to him away, Ling Motang sat back in his place and touched his forehead and muttered, "Your hands are still so cold." Shen Yuan's hand touching Ling Motang's forehead was cold, as cold as a dead man's hand.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're alive." Ling Motang lowered her eyebrows, it was very strange, with Shen Yuan here, she suddenly didn't feel scared.

Shen Yuan's expression changed slightly, the hand that pushed away Ling Motang's forehead was slightly stiff, his hand could feel the temperature on Ling Motang's body, that kind of warmth made him very comfortable, but Ling Motang was obviously a person who couldn't speak, and this person didn't want to think about it, he Shen Yuan didn't have the temperature of a living person or because of her Ling family ancestors.

Shen Yuan's face sank, and he replied ruthlessly: "How to live is your own business, what does it have to do with me." ā€

Ling Motang knew that Shen Yuan was not a warm-hearted person at all, and she didn't expect Shen Yuan to be the guiding light of her life, but Ling Motang still sighed: "I know, but I just want to talk to you, I think after saying a lot of things to you, I will feel a lot better." ā€

"Don't throw any garbage at me." Shen Yuan's invincible posture made Ling Motang want to whip him with the sole of her shoe, but she silently turned her head and rolled her eyes at an angle that Shen Yuan couldn't see: "It's a big deal, I'll talk to someone else in the future." ā€

"Nest." Shen Yuanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes still had the brilliance of the lights, very bright and cold, Ling Motang straightened his back and replied: "Don't say that I will suffocate to death." ā€

Shen Yuan was silent for a long time, and when he saw Ling Motang's pitiful appearance frowning, he was still a little unbearable, and silently said an intriguing sentence: "Throw away less garbage." After saying this, Shen Yuan felt that he was also twisted, and his expression turned away and pretended to be cold.

Ling Motang was immediately happy, listening to Shen Yuan's meaning, she promised to listen to her complaints.

She immediately became interested, pushed away the lantern that was resting between her and Shen Yuan, and sat beside Shen Yuan unceremoniously and nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, I will definitely pick and choose the key points." ā€

Shen Yuan's thin lips were pursed, his slender fingers crossed his lips, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he regretted what he had just said, and Ling Motang naturally would not give Shen Yuan a chance to regret it, and directly poured out all the bitter water in his heart towards Shen Yuan: "What kind of evil do you say I have done, why haven't I met a good thing, and bad things have come one after another......

The moon splashes the galaxy, the shadows are gone, the stars and lights on the opposite side of the Chaogang Mountain are connected, corresponding to the stars on the canopy, the Liuyun Sect at night is still very beautiful, if you ignore the Chaogang Mountain.

Ling Motang shook his head and chattered at Shen Yuan, the small and ruddy lips were closed one by one, and the pear vortex on both sides of the lips loomed, Shen Yuan stared at the pair of pear vortices without blinking, and felt a little distracted, as if something was about to overflow in his heart, but before he had time to think about it, the subtle feeling suddenly slipped away and made people unable to grasp it.

Ling Motang frowned, pursed his lips, and the pear vortex on the side of his mouth deepened: "You said that a person can't stop it when he carries it, how do I think that all the bad luck in my life has been felt in these days." ā€

Shen Yuan didn't care what Ling Motang said, he only gave his ears to listen to Ling Motang's slightly helpless complaints, and all his attention was on the other party's pair of pear vortexes, there was no one in the place where he lived as lively and interesting as Ling Motang.

Such a fresh life, Tibetan Soldier Villa does not have.

Shen Yuan was suddenly curious about what a person like Ling Motang who exuded enthusiasm would look like if he entered a cold hell.

Ling Motang didn't get a response from Shen Yuan for a long time, and turned his head to look at Shen Yuan, only to realize that the person beside him had been staring at her all the time. Being stared at by Shen Yuan's cold and direct gaze, she felt a little uncomfortable, and her back was burning hot.

She deliberately avoided Shen Yuan's gaze, lowered her head and bit her lip, the pear vortex on her lips was a little deeper, and then there was a coolness from the pear vortex, and Shen Yuan's cold fingertips gently poked at the position of her pear vortex.

Ling Motang immediately jumped away from Shen Yuan's side as if he had been shocked, and his expression was twisted: "Master Shen, men and women can't stand it." ā€

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows and ignored Ling Motang's unobstructed mouth, and withdrew his hand that was frozen in the air, his fingertips still had the residual warmth on Ling Motang's face, soft and warm: "Let's go." Shen Yuan opened his mouth coldly, picked up the lantern on the ground and walked in front of Ling Motang, Ling Motang followed behind Shen Yuan, and Shen Yuan's eyes and demeanor in her mind kept playing back in front of her eyes like a movie.

Ling Motang still remembered the way Shen Yuan looked at her, although it was cold and had no temperature, it was a little aftertaste.

"You don't hate me, do you?" Ling Motang cautiously followed behind Shen Yuan, hesitantly asking.

Shen Yuan's footsteps did not stop, and he did not answer Ling Motang's words.

Seeing that Shen Yuan didn't mean to speak at all, Ling Motang scratched the back of his head and began to talk to himself: "Did I ask a little directly, but I just think that you don't seem to hate me, and even you need me, and the grievances between your Shen family and my Ling family are also ancestral matters, you and I ......."

"Long-winded." Shen Yuan interrupted Ling Motang's chatter, and coldly threw Ling Motang two words, Ling Motang immediately shut up and then moved closer to Shen Yuan's side, seeing that Shen Yuan did not reject her approach, she walked side by side with Shen Yuan cheekily, and from time to time took the afterglow to look at Shen Yuan, who was still with a straight face.

There were a lot of Bai Sensen's bones scattered on the road from the Langang Mountain, and the corpses of people also had the skeletons of wild beasts, if it was in the past, she would be afraid, but now that there was Shen Yuan by her side, she suddenly felt that this road was not terrible at all.

Shen Yuan knew that Ling Motang had been looking at him with that kind of inquiring gaze, and he didn't break it, he listened to everything Ling Motang said in his ears, just replied to the other party, and told the other party: Actually, you are right, I don't hate you. It's just that you are a descendant of the Ling family, I can let you go, but how can those people be willing to let you go.

Shen Yuan would never say such long-winded and hypocritical words, because of his personality, he never bothered to explain to others, and everything he did did not need to be explained.