The mus-like consciousness gradually became clear.

Zhang Ling opened his eyes, sat up abruptly from the bed, and then stroked his drowsy brain with both hands.

"Young Master, are you awake?"

A crisp and pleasant voice like a silver bell sounded in Zhang Ling's ears.

A veiled, petite girl, wearing a pale yellow dress, Wan Tingna stood beside Zhang Ling's bed.

Bed ......

Zhang Ling, who really felt that he was still alive, breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes began to scan the vicinity.

He was wearing only a pure white pajamas, covered with a cotton wool quilt embroidered with rare beasts and fine silk, and underneath him was an extremely thick, soft, clean and tidy bed.

Zhang Ling tried hard to recall the events before the memory fragment, and when his father won Zhang Mu, the poisonous spirit in his body woke up, and then he looked for his memory and walked on the way to the bedroom, but he didn't expect the poisonous spirit to break out halfway, and he fainted in pain.

Shaking his head, Zhang Ling guessed that the poisonous spirit that had an attack must have been forcibly suppressed by the ancient dragon in the ring with special means.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll already be whining.

The bright moonlight shone on the spotlessly clean windowsill, and the cool breeze shook the creaking sliding windows, both uninvited.

The wind was intentional, rolled up a wisp of pearl dew cloves unique to the girl, and delivered it to Zhang Lingying's handsome nose.

The fragrance, refreshing people's hearts and lungs, disturbing people's thoughts, after Zhang Ling smelled it, he suddenly pulled his consciousness out of his thoughts, looked for the fragrance, and moved his eyes to the girl beside him.

I saw that this girl's thin eyebrows were like willows, Danfeng ink pupils, and on the bridge of her small and white nose, there was a white and flawless veil embroidered with a white rose in the lower right corner.

Under the veil, the looming beauty of the beautiful face firmly attracted Zhang Ling's attention, and Zhang Ling bet in his heart that the little face under the veil must be more beautiful and moving than that Fei'er.

The girl's eyes narrowed into a crescent moon, staring at Zhang Ling with extreme happiness, and there was a faint distinction between her eyebrows.

"Young master, young master, have you seen enough?"

The girl opened her dark pupils wide, leaned in front of Zhang Ling, and stretched out her white jade fingers to caress the latter's forehead.

"I'm not sick~"

The girl who didn't notice anything unusual, under the veil, the red lips opened slightly, the girl exhaled Youlan, and sighed in question.

Afraid that her hands would not be able to grasp her body temperature, the girl lifted both sides of her willow eyebrows left and right, and her soft fine hair suddenly put her forehead directly on Zhang Ling's forehead.

Zhang Ling, who didn't know what the girl was going to do, suddenly blushed, and even crawled over the futon to block his chest.

The girl threw herself into the air and almost fell on the bed, but fortunately, her slender arms held the bed in time.

Looking at Zhang Ling, whose face was flushed and dodged, the girl's white and tender face was very puzzled, and she was so angry that she stomped on the white shoes under her skirt.

"Hmph, the patriarch actually deceived me and said that the young master has regained his senses, big liar!"

The girl's eyes were wide and angry, her cheeks puffed out, her hands were wrapped around her chest, and she stood in front of the window of the hut like the woman in the quarrel between the husband and wife, and she didn't know who she was vomiting.

After Zhang Ling saw the girl go away, he secretly put on his coat and carefully recalled what the origin of this beautiful girl in his memory was.

Long memories ......

"Hey, little Lingzi, guess what good things the second brother brought you back this time!"

A humorous and elegant, delicate and obscene young man in a white robe attacked Zhang Ling's brain.

This is...... Zhang Ling pondered for a moment, and then suddenly remembered the identity of this person, this person was his second brother "Zhang Feng" who had been running around the border of the Fenglan Empire with his fourth brother "Zhang Yue" all the year round and working hard for the family business.

"Hey~ brother, I'm about to advance to the spirit level, did you catch a powerful demon spirit for me?"

The young Zhang Ling clasped his hands and looked at the tall and polite young man in front of him with anticipation.

"Cut, what a powerful demon spirit, just say you can't guess, look here, look here, dangdang. ”

Memory......

Zhang Feng pretended to be mysterious to the ten-year-old Zhang Ling, and fell with the words of Jiao'er Langdang.

The corners of Zhang Feng's mouth curled slightly, revealing a not-so-pure smile, and gently pulled out a little girl the same size as Zhang Ling from behind.

The little girl wore a small veil with a blue color of the sky on her face, and it took a while to wipe away the tears from the corners of her watery eyes and slowly walk in front of Xiao Zhang Ling.

"Second brother, what is this! Is it a once-in-a-lifetime demon spirit beast slug? hahahaha. ”

Xiao Zhang Ling pointed to the tears on her veil, but she looked like a little girl with a snot on her face, laughed heartily, and then added: "No, second brother, if I sign a demon spirit contract with her, Zhang Qing's group of boys will laugh at me for the rest of my life, hahaha." ”

Seeing Xiao Zhang Ling laughing at herself like this, the little girl turned around aggrievedly, and looked blankly at Zhang Feng, a young man who felt sorry for her, with crystal clear tears and pitiful big eyes.

In the next second, the little girl's immature and cute little mouth suddenly opened wide, wow...... A clear and loud cry resounded in Zhang Ling's cabin.

Zhang Feng, who was full of distress, hurriedly bent down and made all kinds of hugs and promises to the little girl, but he couldn't stop the pear blossoms on his pink cheeks from bringing rain.

"Brother, you two take her away! I don't want her...... Look annoying!" Xiao Zhang Ling covered his ears and shouted loudly, wanting to use his voice to cover the girl's earth-shattering cry.

What Xiao Zhang Ling can't stand the most is crying, especially the crying of a girl, listening to her cry for a second is even more painful than punishing him to go to zazen to practice demon spirits for a year.

However, the louder Xiao Zhang Ling's voice was, the louder the little girl's cry became, and Xiao Zhang Ling was so anxious that he looked up to the sky and howled to vent his grief and anger, and he was helpless.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a majestic sword spirit fourth brother guarding the door, Xiao Zhang Ling would have been able to think of a good way to sneak away.

"Xiao Lingzi, how does the second brother usually teach you? As a man of our Zhang family, you must treat girls with respect like VIPs, where have you remembered your little head? You will not be able to find a girlfriend in the future. ”

Zhang Feng protected the little girl while also tirelessly teaching Xiao Zhang Ling.

Seeing that his second brother was about to turn on the chanting mode again, Xiao Zhang Ling hurriedly trotted in front of Zhang Feng, closed his eyes, lowered his little head, and took the initiative to deliver it to him.

Zhang Feng saw Xiao Zhang Ling, who was so conscious now, so he turned his head and shook his head with Zhang Yue, who was guarding the door and was not good at getting along with children, crying and laughing.

Syllable...... Zhang Feng's slender white fingers hooked like a string moon, and he knocked a chestnut on Xiao Zhang Ling's skull.

The little girl looked at the funny scene in front of her, and suddenly broke into laughter, and two sweet dimples swirled under the veil, which showed how happy the little girl laughed.

But Xiao Zhang Ling is not happy, but there is no way, in front of the two brothers, no matter how unhappy he is, he has to hold back.

Why does this girl seem to be born to look against herself, she is as disgusting as Zhang Qing and Ye Liang, Xiao Zhang Ling is indignant in his heart.

"Okay, happy ending, little Lingzi, this little sister will follow you in the future, don't bully others, otherwise the next time we meet, people will sue me, even if I can't beat you, I'll let your fourth brother cure you, if the fourth brother can't cure you, I'll ask my father to treat you." ”

Zhang Feng put the hands of the two children together, looked at the little girl who was smiling, then looked at the depressed younger brother, and then laughed happily with the cute and painful little girl.

"Let's go, Xiao Lingzi has to take care of himself. ”

Zhang Fengxiu frowned slightly, pressed the reluctant emotion in his heart, and finally smiled and waved goodbye to the two children in the house.

In this way, the young Zhang Ling looked at the back of the white and black walking down the back mountain side by side, and held back the tears in his eyes.

Every time these two brothers go, it's another year, the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes, and finally in the fragile heart of the young man, the two emotions of longing and reluctance erupt together, and tears the size of raindrops in the eyes fell in an uproar.

The girl stared at the black pupil with wide eyes, looking at the little boy who was crying very sadly suddenly, and she couldn't understand why he would cry, obviously she didn't bully him.

Xiao Zhang Ling choked up and asked the girl, "What's your name?"

The little girl blinked her lovely eyes and replied seriously, "My name is Su Weiwei, the Rose of Rose." ”

"Got it, Suvivi. ”

Xiao Zhang Ling waved his sleeves, wiped all the snot and tears on his face, and rushed towards the two figures who had not yet gone far under the mountain.

Behind him came the clear cry of the little girl: "I don't know what your name is!"

The little boy left only a back, as fast as the wind, for the little girl standing at the door of the cabin staring at him blankly.

When the young man galloped halfway up the mountain, a sonorous and powerful voice came back melodiously: "My name is Zhang Ling!"

Looking at the back of the completely disappeared at the foot of the mountain, the little girl who heard the response smiled, and firmly remembered the name in her heart.

The mountain behind Zhangfu, on the ancient road of sheep intestines......

"Brother, how did you learn Elder Yihuo's mantra, it's really funny, haha. ”

The black-shirted sword-wielding young man suddenly asked curiously to the white-robed young man next to him.

"Little Yuezi?"

The white-robed young man deliberately teased the black-shirted young man in a high-pitched and sharp tone.

"Well, I always feel weird all of a sudden. ”

The black-shirted young man always felt very uncomfortable listening to it, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Where did the girl come from...... I'm afraid of ....... The black-shirted young man suddenly lowered his voice and leaned over to the white-robed young man before he dared to speak worriedly.

"Don't be afraid, I want to believe that at that time, our younger brother is already a man who stands up to the sky, and will not be afraid of those crowned emperors, who believe in the light on the surface, but behind the scenes, he ...... Hum. ”

The white-robed young man shrugged his shoulders with a warm smile and replied.

"Haha, he's coming. ”

The black-shirted young man sensed Zhang Ling, who was running towards the two of them from behind, and said with a smile.

"Oh, when we left, didn't the little heel dare to go out to see us off? ”

"Maybe, grow up......"