After struggling for a long time, Lan Keman asked with a slight choked voice:

"What about your memories? Will you also accompany Leng Qingqiu and quickly filter out all my memories? ”

Ling Xingyue paused for a moment and smiled lightly at Lan Keman:

"Well, I won't forget, in the long life of our spiritual power clan, I was really sealed, only once, but I will find some other fun, I am easily distracted, like someone else, don't you see I just married Mrs. Side, and I fell in love with you so deeply as if I were life?"

Lan Keman was dizzy for a while, it was difficult to concentrate, Ling Xingyue's words were like a whirlpool in Lan Keman's mind, but he only remembered the second half, and didn't think about the other words Ling Xingyue said at all.

Lan Keman struggled to adjust her breathing, and she told herself that she needed to concentrate and find a place where she could struggle and stand to escape this nightmare.

"I know, I'm a passer-by in your life, and I'm going back now, Little Lord Ling, excuse me!"

Lan Keman swayed slightly and turned in the direction of the door, the door frames and window lattices in his eyes were a little shaky and blurry.

"Goodbye, Miss Lan."

Ling Xingyue looked calm, calm, indifferent and quiet, and said simple words of goodbye to Lan Keman in a flat tone.

Lan Keman struggled to maintain his normal steps, and just arrived at the door, but a gust of wind flashed behind him, and a pair of warm and hot arms were fiercely wrapped around Lan Keman's waist, he bent down and gently put his lips on Lan Keman's forehead, but this moment was very short, and the warmth of Qi Er quietly left.

Lan Keman knew that he should push away that embrace at this moment and refuse to touch the kiss on his forehead, but Lan Keman subconsciously closed his eyes and accepted all this.

"Take care of yourself, Man'er." He exhaled, making the skin on the tip of Lan Keman's nose feel a hint of itchy warmth.

Suddenly, a gentle and unnatural breeze blew, Lan Keman opened his eyes, the door curtain fluttered, and Ling Xingyue left.

Lan Keman's legs trembled, she subconsciously followed the direction of Ling Xingyue's breath, completely ignoring her behavior was too reckless and out of place, the traces of his passing disappeared after a while, there were no footprints, the leaves in the yard were still again, Lan Keman slowly curled up into a ball and snuggled under the tree.

The sky instantly darkened, and Lan Keman, who was pressed by the low sky dome, was out of breath, and there was only one thought in her mind:

"The meaning of joy, life, life...... It's all over! ”

I don't know how long it took, Twilight had already fluttered to the ground like a gray ink bat, and Lan Keman was woken up by a soft call:

"Miss Lan, I finally found you, the little prince said that you are here, really, why did you walk into this back garden and woods alone, Young Master Situ came to pick you up, he said that he was worried that it was getting late, and it would be dangerous for you to go back alone, it seems that the little prince sent a letter to Young Master Situ."

For the first time, Xiao Haozi chattered with Lan Keman and said so many words, Lan Keman looked at Xiao Haozi in a daze, looked very well-behaved, stood up, and left the garden with his guidance, and went to the place where the carriages and horses stopped at the gate of the palace.

"Brother Situ, you're here to pick me up, Man'er is so tired, you can help me in!"

Seeing Situ looking at himself with his usual warm and concerned eyes, Lan Keman only felt that his body was soft, he could no longer stand, and the frost and mist in his eyes could no longer be blocked, at the moment when the lake broke through his eyes, Situ reached out with his arms, hugged Lan Keman's waist, and gently placed her little head on his shoulders, neck and chest, and with the strength of his arms, he hugged Lan Keman horizontally, and gently put her in the carriage, and then, he also bent down and lowered his head and sat in it.

Situ saw Lan Keman's huge pain, and didn't know how to speak, but he ironed and warmly pinched Lan Keman's palm, and looked at Lan Keman with soft eyes.

"Man'er, you lean over and lean on my shoulder, you'll feel better."

Situ looked at Lan Keman with a slightly sideways face, and gestured to the place of his shoulder socket with his chin, and the bottom of his eyes was smooth, with vigorous hope and love.

Lan Keman's expectations were disappointed, she was too tired and her head was too dizzy, so she weakly leaned her forehead on a shoulder that was not very broad but warm.

After a long time, Situ wrapped the back of Lan Keman's neck with her entire palm to support her little head, and with the other hand, he held a cup of sweet osmanthus brew to Lan Keman's lips, and whispered to her:

"Man'er, I brought sweet brew, or a rare osmanthus sweet brew on the grassland, you come and taste it, so as to moisten your throat and lips, your face is very bad, and your lips are pale."

The distress in his tone was strong and intense, Lan Keman looked at Situ's eyes full of affection in a daze, and lowered his head to the cup of sweet osmanthus wine, and at this moment of sipping gently, Lan Keman's lips accidentally flashed and touched Situ's fingers holding the cup.

Lan Keman obviously noticed a slight shock from Situ, and then the temperature of the palm at the back of his head and neck instantly became hot, and Lan Keman, who was directly hot, felt uncomfortable and wanted to break free from the slight shackles.

"Man'er, don't move."

Situ whispered in a low voice, and then slowly, the cup was taken away at some point, I don't know where it rolled to, slowly, Lan Keman only felt a touch of soft heat on the cold lips, slowly, the tip of the nose also touched the bridge of the nose that made one side straight, gradually, a touch of warm tongue picked open the gap between her smooth teeth, and then suddenly hooked Lan Keman's little tongue, tossing and turning, and never let go.

Lan Keman was stunned, and when he reacted and wanted to withdraw and push away, he was too late to dodge.

The tip of the tongue with a slight richness, the fragrance of osmanthus is like a barb one by one into the tip of Lan Keman's tongue, like a shadow, can not escape, can not avoid, a mouthful of osmanthus sweet brewing and swirling between the brewed wine, the clear aroma of wine overflowed and spread, smoked Lan Keman suddenly sobered up.

"What are you doing?! Think! Let go of me! ”

Lan Keman trembled in shock, and suddenly used brute force, pushing and beating the chest that was tightly hugging him, trying to break free from the shackles of the hot palm behind his head.

Situ hugged Lan Keman tightly into his arms, pressed her little head on her chest, and explained palely, whispering, Situ's Zhang Huang was as weak as a child, and Lan Keman's chaotic appearance made Lan Keman unable to bear to struggle anymore.