"Luckily, I'm nearby!"

After saying this, half of Ling Xingyue's gentleness was replaced by a more aggressive gaze.

"I can't help but want to kill them! But I know that I can't do it, not only because I'm worried that you're afraid, but also because I'm worried that doing so will bring huge trouble and disaster to the Lan family and the Si family. ”

"But sometimes I can't control my anger and temper, and the violence in my chest seems to up!"

Ling Xingyue stroked her fingertips to her forehead again,

"I always want to turn around and catch up with them and tear them apart to calm my anger."

Lan Keman looked at the clusters of flames in Ling Xingyue's eyes as if they were about to ignite again, and hurriedly reached out to take down the warm hand that had been pressing on his forehead, and then stretched out his hand and stroked it towards the forehead that had been pressed out of his fingerprints.

Ling Xingyue stood quietly, letting Lan Keman gently stroke her forehead without saying a word.

The slender corduroy grass everywhere, swaying gently, snuggled at their feet, and a slight sigh floated out from the corner of his mouth, seeping into the light rain mist, and was no longer to be found.

Ling Xingyue just looked down at Lan Keman, her eyes were full of gentleness, and the deep lake water was slightly rippling, it seemed that if she lowered her head like this, the lake water would once again submerge Lan Keman's whole body.

I don't know when, the drizzle started again.

Ling Xingyue turned around, picked up the umbrella that Lan Keman had thrown away in a panic just now, carefully covered Lan Keman's head, and led the black horse that was left behind, and asked Lan Keman very seriously:

"You like the rain so much, I'll take you for a ride in the rain! It feels beautiful! ”

Looking at Ling Xingyue's longing face, Lan Keman nodded slowly.

Ling Xingyue was overjoyed in her heart, holding an umbrella for Lan Keman with one hand, and wanting to help her climb onto the horse with the other.

But although Lan Keman is a son and daughter of the grassland, he was frightened after all today, and the rain silk also slipped the stirrup, and this horse is a group of tall horses, so Lan Keman tried twice and didn't climb on the horseback.

Suddenly, Lan Keman exclaimed in surprise, and found that he had risen into the air, and then sat firmly on the back of the horse.

It turned out that Ling Xingyue was holding the umbrella for Lan Keman with one hand, and with the other hand, she had easily picked up Lan Keman's slender waist with one hand, put her on the horse's back steadily, turned over on the horse randomly, took the reins with one hand, and wrapped Lan Keman with the whole arm with the other, while the oil paper umbrella was still firmly supported in this hand.

Ling Xingyue was worried that the raindrops would drip obliquely on Lan Keman's body as he galloped on the horse, so he didn't ride fast, but just slowly let the horse step lightly.

"It's a pity that we didn't wear anything special today, and we're all a little sorry for such a quiet scenery, such a beautiful rainy day, and such a soft rush grass, especially this delicate rain. It's like sinking densely into the softest part of my heart. ”

Ling Xingyue's eyes looked straight ahead, as if she was talking to herself, and as if she was listening to Lan Keman.

At this time, Lan Keman noticed that Ling Xingyue was not wearing the jade-colored clothes he had worn every day in recent days, but the black bamboo leaf pendant striped short clothes made Ling Xingyue look more handsome, his hair was wet from the drizzle, but it didn't look messy in the slightest, but it added a bit of charm.

Lan Keman thought that it seemed that it had been a while, and the clothes Ling Xingyue was wearing seemed to be quite compatible with herself.

Sometimes it's the color of the whole outfit, sometimes it's a drop edge of the clothes, and sometimes even the whole outfit goes well.

Lan Keman's face instantly became a little hot, so he asked him:

"Did you do this on purpose? Sometimes I wonder why you always wear clothes that look the same way I feel.

Once or twice a while is a coincidence, but I'm curious about how do you know what I wear every day? ”

Ling Xingyue lowered her head and gently felt Lan Keman's hair with her chin, and then she became naughty and said directly:

"I won't tell you! You guess? ”

Lan Keman covered his mouth and smiled lightly and said, do you still need to guess? Either you can deduce from the clothes I wore on the first day what I will wear the next day, or he will do it again, quietly stand outside her door and look at her, and then go back and change his clothes on purpose.

"Little Lord Ling, why are you so powerful with your usual speed and your strength? It doesn't seem like an ordinary person, how did you do it? And why are you in the vicinity today, it's still raining, and you don't have an umbrella. Are you taking a walk in the rain? ”

Lan Keman no longer thought about the clothes, because she was more concerned about the next few questions she asked, especially Ling Xingyue's super strength and speed, which made her very puzzled.

Ling Xingyue thought for a moment, lowered her head and said:

"You don't need to call me my little prince, don't you think it's a mouthful? You and I don't need to be so polite, promise me that in the future, call me Ling Xingyue, or if you can, it's best to call me Xingyue! ”

After speaking, Ling Xingyue's good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and she said with some hesitation:

"Blue girl, I don't want to lie to you, but I don't want to answer your questions yet, I don't think it's time yet, but I have absolutely no ill will towards you, I guess you can feel it."

Lan Keman nodded lightly, a gust of cold wind blew, and Lan Keman, who was slightly thin, trembled very slightly.

"You're cold?"

Ling Xingyue handed the umbrella in her left hand to Lan Keman, stopped the slowly moving horse with her right hand, and instantly took off her soft cotton coat, wearing only a single shirt on her body, and then draped the clothes on Lan Keman's body, and carefully tied the two sleeves to Lan Keman's shoulders and neck.

Then Ling Xingyue used some spiritual power in his body to maintain his body temperature above the temperature of the spirit cat clan.

The body temperature of humans is three or four degrees lower than that of the cat people, so to be honest, the civet people are more afraid of cold than humans.

Ling Xingyue was constantly consuming his spiritual power, although he didn't need a lot, but if it was just for himself, Ling Xingyue would definitely not be so extravagant and wasteful.

But for Lan Keman's sake, Ling Xingyue never seemed to consider whether what he did was too exaggerated, too wasteful, or too harsh on himself or even harmful.

He is simply a subconscious action, he can't control himself at all, as long as it is her standing in front of him - Lan Keman.

"Let's go back! I'm afraid you're going to catch a cold! I'll take you somewhere next time! ”

Ling Xingyue turned the direction of the horse and ran towards Lan Keman's house.

"What place? Isn't it beautiful? Did you find out? ”

Lan Keman asked curiously.