He always keeps his head down, doesn't like to talk, and doesn't have any hobbies, but he is not the kind of cold and arrogant, you tell him, he will answer, but what he says is really impressive.

That's right, that's right. The characteristic of the tin people is that they have no characteristics. Whether it is his appearance or conversation, his eyes are always evasive, low-key to the point of no sense of existence. Even if you are looking at him and talking to him one moment, you can't remember what he looks like or what you say to him the next.

Jin Ge and the other brothers always discussed in secret, thinking that the tin man would not be the biological son of his father?

Their Yanlong has always been a powerful figure who swallows the sun and the moon, even if he is forced to suffer in a ghost place like Mobei, he can make Xuanyuan Xuan in the Nine Heavens unable to eat and sleep all the time, it is really their surname Jiang was born with a choking spiciness......! I don't know what Jiang Chiyu insisted on taking him out this time?

But tomorrow he will know that the tin people will take the lead tomorrow, and at that time, not only him, but all the Yanlong warriors, including Xuanyuan Jinghua, will understand what the fifth elder of the Jiang family is capable of?

He was looking forward to it, and he had a hunch that this fifth brother, who was usually silent, would surprise everyone.

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Qinglan was sharpening his gun.

People say that when you go into battle to sharpen your guns, you are not happy. His gun is already fast and bright, it is a divine object that sets the sun and the moon and moves the world, and he no longer needs to grind it, but he can't think of anything else to do except sharpen his gun.

His heart was sour and heavy, sullen and about to explode, and he wished to find Jiang Chiyu's turtle son to fight and kill him, but that group of turtle sons had not arrived yet. He had no choice but to sharpen his gun, relying on this way of not only not using his brain to think, but also being able to get out of stinky sweat to vent the depression in his heart.

Before dawn, he carried Jinghua from the military tent to the camp where he was sleeping, but on the way, he was so angry that he threw the annoying man off his back on the spot, shook his hands and left.

Jinghua said they were together.

Although he had heard Ah Mo say this before, it was not the same to be "together" like this and "together" like that.

There was a dull pain in his heart.

It's like going out in the morning and wearing the wrong shoes, every step hurts, but you have to go on. Others can't see it, they only see him wearing good shoes, and he walks mightily every step, but he knows that when he takes off his shoes, he is afraid that his feet have been blistered with blood.

There was such a blood blister in his heart, and if he didn't touch it, it was a dull pain, and it squeezed through the pain.

But after all, he still didn't worry that Jinghua was alone in such a snowy day, he didn't go far and turned back, and from a distance, he saw Ah Mo carrying him in the wind and snow, moving to the camp step by step.

The man he pampered as carefully as a baby, was so pressed by Jinghua that he could barely straighten his waist, she was so short, but he was tall and big, almost twice as large as hers, and even put the weight of his whole body on her body unscrupulously, almost dragged away by her.

Although he also knew that he must be helpless, just looking at it like this, the blood blister on his heart was grinding and painful, and the bulging sac seemed to be about to burst. Qinglan sighed hatefully and turned to leave.

Why him, and not himself?

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An hour ago, Ah Mo said that Jinghua wanted to see him.

He walked into the tent alone, and Jinghua was leaning on the couch, closing his eyes and recuperating. He seemed to be asleep, and he didn't open his eyes until Qinglan walked to the bed.

As if he was afraid of the cold wind outside, Jinghua's tent had an extra layer of curtains to block the wind than others, and it was much thicker, and the gaps in the windows were also blocked with thick cotton strips, although it was much warmer, but the light was relatively dim.

Qing Lan looked at Jinghua in this dim light, his face was so white that it was almost transparent, and his thin lips were pursed with a sickly cyanotic. Although covered with a thick quilt, I can still clearly see the abnormal violent ups and downs in the chest, like a rubber band that has been stretched to the limit.

He must have been unconscious, otherwise with his cultivation, it would be impossible for him not to even know that he had been in for so long. But Ah Mo has just come to call himself, can't he even maintain this little short-term sobriety?

He just lay there unconscious, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and his whole body looked fragile and poignant as if he were made of snow. Qinglan even wondered for a moment if this person had used "earth-shattering" two days ago to kill the Jiang family's pair of fierce and vicious Xuanyuan Jinghua with one move.

Qinglan suddenly looked down on herself. Is he jealous of him? The best brother, the most tacit partner, now he is lying there, he can't even hold on to the least of a cup of tea, and he even throws him alone in the cold snow for the sake of Ah Mo?

Qinglan silently added a little firewood to the brazier, making some crackling sounds. In the three years from birth to death, how many times has Jinghua saved himself? and how many times he has saved Jinghua, I have already lost count. Their lives have long been intertwined, and the water is melting, and it is difficult to distinguish each other. He can't blame him for his affair with Ah Mo, it was Ah Mo's own choice, her temper, if she didn't want it, who else could barely get it?

That's it, they're together, let's be together. It's good if Ah Mo likes it.

After the battle, he carried Jiang Chiyu's head to beg the Emperor of Heaven to release his mother, and then took her back to the West Sea to settle her well. If Jinghua still needs himself, it is incumbent on him, and if the four seas are stable and war-free, then he will support his parents and live peacefully.

The unconscious man slowly opened his eyes and said softly, "Momo, is that you?"

Qinglan tucked the corners of the quilt for him, touching his cold fingers, the room was so warm, but he still couldn't get hot.

"Jinghua, it's me. He said.

Jinghua stared at him straight for a while, as if he wanted to see clearly, but finally gave up, smiled hollowly, and said softly: "Oh, Qinglan." ”

He smiled apologetically, "I asked Momo to call you, I'...... Probably asleep. He coughed a few times in a suppressed voice, "Did you make you wait long?"

Qinglan shook his head, then thought of something, and opened his mouth to repeat again, "No, I just came here for a while." ”

"Jinghua," he didn't want to ask, but he couldn't do it, and said in a low voice, "Are your eyes ...... again?"

"Well, it's a little vague," he didn't deny it, and said lightly: "The relationship between blood and blood is closed, it's okay, it's going to be fine." ”

Qinglan nodded, "It'll be fine, Jiang Chiyu is only afraid that it will be there soon." ”

"I know. He seemed to be looking at Qinglan, but there was nothing in his eyes, and there was a kind of helplessness about himself and the future, and he smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry, I'm sick again at this time." ”

Qinglan said stiffly: "I know I'm sorry, why don't you hurry up and get me better?" I'll have no problem topping it for a day or two, but don't think I'll keep it up for you, you're the handsome!"

Jinghua chuckled, "No. Tomorrow, I'll try my best...... If I could, I would come to supervise the battle, and you would show me your real skills, don't be lazy......"

Qing Lan looked at him with such a sentence, and he couldn't even catch his qi several times in the middle, and he couldn't bear it, so he put his hand against his heart, wanting to lose some more spiritual power for him.

Jinghua knew what he meant, shook his head and said, "The big war is coming, you ...... Don't waste your spiritual energy on me. Jiang Xiren is not easy to deal with, you must be careful tomorrow...... Be careful. His face flushed an ominous blue-gray, and his chest rose and fell sharply several times, and he slowed down for a moment before he said with difficulty, "If you are not sure, you can retreat without a truce, no ...... Don't fight hard. ”

Qinglan's heart was like a heavy boulder, depressed so that he was so dignified, but he also felt like he was going to suffocate, and said astringently: "We are fine, you just take care of yourself." Rest well and stop worrying. ”

Jinghua smiled reluctantly and nodded.

Qinglan said: "I'll go to the checkpoint again, you can rest." ”

Jinghua nodded, took out the Qilin Handsome Seal from under the pillow, handed it to him, and said with a smile: "I will lend you for the time being." ”

Qinglan raised her eyebrows.

"If I can't get up tomorrow, then I don't have to pay it back. Jinghua said lightly, "And Momo, ...... in the future I'm going to trouble you too. ”

Qinglan didn't say a word, strode out, and when he was about to go out, he suddenly stopped, turned back to him and said: "Ah Mo, she's not a trouble, she's a baby I toss and turn, and I can't ask for it! Xuanyuan Jinghua, since you want her, you have to be responsible to the end, no matter what excuse, you have to survive for me! It's not that you can leave it alone if you want to!"

He walked out of Jinghua's tent, met Ah Mo holding a bowl of porridge and was about to go in, and called out enthusiastically "Brother Qinglan". Qinglan glanced at her, in just a few days, Ah Mo seemed to have lost a lot of weight, there were faint dark circles under his bright eyes, and he was even more annoyed in his heart, so he only let out a low "um", and didn't say much to her.

He returned to his dwelling, Twilight leaning against the wall, the blade roaming out of the glittering streamer, and from a long distance he felt a bone-chilling aura, which was the fierce murderous aura of the ancient and modern gods, who cut gold and iron. The barrel of the gun is strong and powerful, trembling slightly in the wind, and it seems that he is looking forward to going to the battlefield like his master, piercing the enemy's throat with pleasure, and drinking a few stones of hot blood!

You Long threw everything and broke it, and the lonely gun was desperate for nine companies. Ruthlessly kill the world's hundreds of soldiers, condense white bones and bury ghosts and gods!

A small soldier hurriedly rushed and reported, "Deputy Marshal, the Yanlong army has reached thirty miles in front of the battle!"

Qinglan picked up Twilight, his eyes were fierce, and he shouted, "It's a good time!