In the dead of night, the moon shines like practice.

The officers and men in the army were already sleeping soundly in the tent, but Ling Luo was tossing and turning on the bed like an omelette, tossing back and forth, but he couldn't sleep.

Ling Luo felt as if he had fallen under a spell, as soon as he closed his eyes, Xiao Ziyu's figure was hovering in his mind, overlapping with Gu Xi in his memory, until Ling Luo's head was almost blown up by these two shadows, so he simply got up and stopped sleeping, but put on his clothes and walked out of the tent.

If nothing else, the moonlight tonight is indeed good, with a faint cyan silver moonlight seems to be the purest and cleanest color on Shijie, like a mountain stream spring that can purify all the worldly dust.

And this kind of color reminded Ling Luo of the mask Xiao Ziyu was wearing on his face, such a cold and hard metallic light could not hide his amber gentle eyes, Ling Luo remembered Jing Li's thoughtful words to himself, "Xiao Ziyu is not a simple person, you have to be careful of him." ”

Jing Li was as cold as a piece of ice that would not melt for thousands of years on the surface, but her heart was very detailed, the undercurrent between Ling Luo and Xiao Ziyu was clear in Jing Li's eyes, although Jing Li didn't say it too obviously, but Ling Luo also knew that she was hinting that she should not have too much to do with Xiao Ziyu, let alone be bewitched by his words and actions.

Although Jingli knew that Xiao Ziyu was a master who was not reassuring, she didn't know that Ling Luo had been disturbed by that Xiao Ziyu before her warning, and Ling Luo, who looked good on the outside, had already been tempted by Xiao Ziyu in his heart.

The wind at night was a little cold, not particularly cold, but it made people feel lonely.

Ling Luo hugged her shoulders and accidentally pulled the knife wound on her back, the pain prompted her to wrinkle her beautiful eyebrows, and her lips were a little white from biting her teeth, but she never made a sound.

Ling Luo now knew that Weishenme had to wear battle armor on the battlefield, not only to make a difference between the enemy and defend against enemy attacks, but more importantly, to hide bleeding injuries.

Since returning to the camp, Ling Luo has been discussing the military situation with the various lieutenants in the army, although the wound on her shoulder is a little painful, she did not show any uncomfortable appearance, but stayed up all afternoon without eating or drinking like everyone else, until nightfall.

In fact, Ling Luo is not a person who is very good at hiding her pain, and her current forbearance is just because the person she wants to be cherished has left forever, so all the pain and sorrow that is exposed seem so contrived.

It's just a flesh wound that isn't particularly serious, and crying and shouting won't make your injury get better faster, but it's just that the injury on the back can't be medicated by yourself, which is a little inconvenient.

Ling Luo's long hair was scattered, fluttering in the breeze, occasionally brushing his cheeks lightly, with an unreal touch.

In the midst of such real pain, Ling Luo felt that her sanity had become extraordinarily clear, no longer as entangled and troubled as Fang Cai, and the overlapping shadows in her mind had gradually dissipated, leaving only Gu Xi's innocent and cheerful smile as if it was right in front of her eyes.