At the solemn dinner, the players sat upright, worried. Always beware of traps that come back at any time, and may kill people.

And the villain boss who kills without seeing blood, holds his chin with his hand and is teasing the little girl with a smile.

"Look," a smile appeared in his long narrow golden eyes, diluting the impersonal indifference in him, "I have so many young talents, men and women, you can choose. ”

Ling Chan smiled politely and said, "Thank you for the kindness of the city lord, I don't have this plan for the time being." ”

The city lord blinked in surprise, "Could it be that you still plan to be a widow for him?" We don't have such feudal habits in the city of horrors. ”

"Isn't it just that my husband died?" He said lightly: "You are so beautiful, there is no shortage of suitors anyway, right?" Today, there are heroes in the castle to save the beauty. ”

Ling Chan frowned at the implicit disparagement in these words, she faded the expression on her face, and said casually: "My fiancé and I are childhood sweethearts, and we have no guesses, and we are very affectionate. I don't want to just find someone else after he's gone. ”

She lowered her eyebrows, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes, with a shallow melancholy and firmness, she confessed to the dead man, "I don't have to get married, I only want to get married because it's him." ”

The city lord's golden eyes dimmed, and he paused, then smiled, "But I've heard that the best way for you humans to get out of an unsuccessful relationship is to start a new one. ”

"Is His Royal Highness the City Lord very concerned about my emotional problems? It doesn't seem to be necessary," Ling Chan emphasized in a cold voice: "This is my personal matter. ”

The city lord stopped laughing, the cold light in his golden eyes burned, and the compelling momentum spread, and the faces of the many players who were pressed were blue and their expressions were ugly.

Ling Chan was unconscious, and she said coldly: "Please respect personal privacy." ”

There was silence.

The city lord's gaze weighed more than a thousand catties, and he coldly pressed towards Ling Chan, and his already cold and thin face seemed even more unkind, cold and distant like the night in the sky.

Ling Chan felt that he was about to fall into the noisy world, and he was going to change from a bystander to an actor in the repertoire.

She was not afraid at all, her face was indifferent, and she looked directly at the city lord.

Half-paid.

The city lord hooked the corners of his lips and laughed, "Why are you so nervous?" He said lightly, "I hope my concern doesn't bother the lady." ”

Tensions dissipated.

Ling Chan also smiled, "Of course not, the city lord's care makes me very afraid." ”

A storm dissipated invisibly.

……

After the dinner, Ling Chan returned to the room and saw Nan Bowan waiting in front of his door.

Nanbo frowned when he saw her, "Why do you need to provoke the city lord?" He lets you choose, you just choose one. ”

After a pause, he said a little embarrassedly: "We are teammates, and I can cooperate with you." ”

"No need," Ling Chan said indifferently: "I'm fighting for my life in the city of horrors, not to live by swallowing my anger." ”

"It's soft, but it's a big temper." Nan Bowan raises his eyebrows.

Ling Chan opened the door of her room, but she didn't mean to invite someone in, she blocked the door and asked impatiently, "What are you doing here?" ”

"What's the matter," Nan Bowan pulled out a bottle of iodine, a bottle of alcohol, and a crumpled crumpled gauze from his pocket, "Your knee was bruised in the flower bed today, those roses are strange, maybe they carry some virus, your wound had better be treated." ”

Ling Chan was stunned, took a step back, gave up her position, and she turned around and said, "You come in." ”

Nan Bowan obviously didn't have any thoughts of disrespect, and when he entered the door, he began to look left and right curiously, and the big horn was not shy at all.

This bedroom is large, the bed is very soft at first glance, can lie down more than two people, there is a bathroom and cloakroom next to it, except for no food, all kinds of daily necessities are available.

Nan Powan touched his chin and said, "I haven't found food anywhere at the moment, including the kitchen, it seems that this copy does only provide food for the dinner party every day." ”

Ling Chan didn't want to discuss the copy with him anymore, she sat on the bed, lifted her trouser legs, and on her white knees, there were a large number of bruises and bruises, and the edges of the wounds that had not had time to be properly treated were already swollen, with blood stains that had not had time to be completely cleaned up.

Nan Bowan only felt that this wound was placed on the girl's white and tender skin, which was very abrupt and hateful. He frowned unconsciously.

Ling Chan's calves were cocked, and she called out very naturally: "Come and help me apply the medicine." ”

Nan Bowan sat cross-legged on the ground, put Ling Chan's feet on his thighs, held the girl's calves with one hand, and held the medicine bottle that he bit open with his teeth with the other hand, and was about to pour it on Ling Chan's legs.

A bottle of alcohol, poured directly.

Ling Chan: "...... Are you serious? ”

Nan Bowan looked up blankly, "I usually treat wounds like this?" He swore and promised: "You can rest assured, my measurement control is very accurate, and there will never be too much waste." ”

Ling Chan couldn't help but raise her calf and kicked him, this kick was the same as her whole person, soft, with no strength, Nan Bo Wan didn't shake it, only felt as if her heart was gently scratched by something.

I don't know why, his face turned red, and he was a little cramped, and said, "What do you say you want to do?" I listen to you. ”

Ling Chan glanced at the crumpled gauze in disgust, and asked Nan Bowan to go to his cloakroom to find an unworn, muslin garment to come out.

Nan Powan went.

There are a lot of clothes in the cloakroom, most of them are cute and cute skirts, with beautiful lace edges and bows, Nan Bowan just glanced at it, and couldn't help but start imagining Ling Chan's cute appearance in these clothes.

Nan Bowan suddenly felt a little shy, and the romantic cells that had been dead for more than ten years moved, and told him that this was the girl's cloakroom, and he ...... His face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, and he touched the clothes one by one, and found the muslin clothes that Ling Chan requested.

The clean muslin cloth was torn apart, and a small piece of alcohol was poured on it, and it was gently pressed against the girl's injured knee.

"Don't wipe it back and forth," Ling Chan emphasized, "I will die of pain directly!" ”

Nan Bowan nodded very seriously, staring intently at the small and delicate legs in his hands, which were just the right amount of knee bones, and strived to be precise and stable in his palms, so as not to let Ling Chan feel any unnecessary pain.

After tossing for a while, after applying the medicine, he bandaged his knees with the remaining fabric, and Ling Chan began to drive people away.

Nan Bowan turned back three times in one step, very reluctant, but he knew that he couldn't stay in the girl's boudoir, so he left honestly.

……

Ling Chan fell asleep.

Under the big banyan tree, she smiled and handed out the sticky and melted half of the strawberry ice cream in her hand, and her boyfriend took it with a sigh as if she couldn't help it, and ate the half of the melted ice cream for her.

Ling Chan smiled proudly.

The boyfriend looked at her connivingly, suddenly lowered his head, and pecked her lips like a dragonfly.

In the shadow of the banyan tree, he had the light on his back, and only a pair of golden eyes were amazingly bright.

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ps: I wrote an extra story about the last small world, and interested families can go and see it

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