Rory the fox said a lot of things.

Xue Xingchi felt that it was not very reliable.

He was suddenly interested, tasteless, and the overly presumptuous smile disappeared from his pale face, leaving only a dead silence.

The fox immediately shut his mouth.

Its fluffy fur exploded, and it was terrified.

Xue Xingchi didn't bother to take care of it, left the fox, and he returned to the inn.

Opening the door casually, the layers of charms and protective spells seemed to him to be non-existent, and Xue Xingchi easily walked into Ling Chan's room.

The warm fragrance floats, and it is the floral fragrance with clear dew in early spring.

Ling Chan was lying on the wide wooden bed, sleeping deeply, her long eyelashes covering her lower eyelids, and her pink skin was flushed.

Xue Xingchi looked at Ling Chan carefully.

The girl he glanced at ten years ago made him toss and turn, and he never forgot it, and he finally waited for her to come down the mountain.

Xue Xingchi imagined that Ling Chan would grow up, she must be sweet and cute, like all mountainless people, full of benevolence and morality, which is annoying.

He will definitely carefully choose a way for her to die and send her on the road.

But...... She didn't look like one of those stubborn donkeys now.

Ling Chan doesn't have such a sense of justice and is not so kind.

Xue Xingchi felt disappointed.

Why does he think the fox is unreliable?

Because...... The fox didn't even see the ...... that Xue Xingchi was holding in Ling Chan's arms It's killing intent.

Ling Chan's current temper is very good for his appetite.

Xue Xingchi wanted to kill her even more.

The girl who was sleeping on the bed, her long black hair as black as a raven's feather was scattered, guarding her long, slender neck.

Xue Xingchi put his hand up in fascination.

It was warm.

Pale cyan veins throbbed, throbbing under his palms.

It's a little itchy, it's a little warm, it's a little joyful......

"Hmm......"

Ling Chan snorted, shrunk her chin as if uncomfortable, and rubbed Xue Xingchi's hand.

Xue Xingchi retracted his hand as if it was hot.

Looking at the sleeping girl, she grunted, rolled over, and shrank half of her face into the quilt.

Xue Xingchi's heart was pounding, and he looked at the little face that only revealed a small half, and he was stunned.

It's so cute...... What kind of death is worthy of Lingchan?

He thought about it for a long time.

Until Ling Chan kicked the quilt away and muttered, "Hot ......"

Xue Xingchi quickly caught the quilt, and covered Ling Chan again, and the four corners were carefully pressed to prevent Ling Chan from kicking the quilt again.

Ling Chan twisted in the quilt a few times, and soon sweated, "It's so hot......"

Xue Xingchi thought for a while, turned around and opened the window.

The cool breeze slowly blew in, Ling Chan's eyes were tightly closed, and she smiled sweetly.

Xue Xingchi stood aside, staring at her seriously in a daze.

It wasn't until the sky was slightly dark, and a shallow duck shell blue appeared on the horizon, which made Chan's long eyelashes tremble, and Xue Xingchi reluctantly left.

……

Xue Xingchi returned to his room, someone still sent the clothes over last night, he flipped around critically, barely found a good clothes, and ran to the courtyard of the hostel.

Waiting for Ling Chan to jump on the roof and finish cultivating with the help of the obscurantist qi in the sky, as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Xue Xingchi standing in the courtyard, looking into the distance with a melancholy expression.

It's getting dark.

The early spring sun was attached to a hazy mist, enveloping him vastly, Xue Xingchi raised his eyes to look at Ling Chan is, and there seemed to be a fog under his dark eyes that could not be dispersed, quiet and gloomy.

Ling Chan: "......"

What's wrong? Why don't you smile when you see me cultivating?

Xue Xingchi waited for a long time, Ling Chan didn't speak, he had to take over his own play, sad and longing, "Cultivation...... What exactly does it feel like? ”

"I don't feel anything, monks are not omnipotent." Ling Chan's face was paralyzed.

Although this small world can be cultivated, its aura has collapsed, and it has already entered the era of the end of the law.

Xue Xingchi nodded, and asked again, "Did you rest well yesterday?" ”

His face was full of irrepressible pride, "Isn't the hotel I recommended to you very good?" "I took care of you very carefully last night! You're sure to get a great night's sleep!

Ling Chan: "......"

She grimaced, "It's not good at all. ”

She gritted her teeth, "The quality of the facilities in this store is so poor, the windows were blown open by the wind yesterday, and the insects that flew in bit my bag." ”

"The so-called monks are just empty cultivators! Even a little bug who doesn't know what can sneak me while I'm asleep! ”

Ling Chan thought that she had been stared at all night last night, and her whole body was stiff pretending to be asleep, and now it was uncomfortable, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she tried her best to condense Xue Xingchi.

Xue Xingchi: "......"

Where did the golden little prince take care of people? He knew that he wanted to cover Ling Chan with a quilt, or because this was a common plot in a book!

He himself, a person who can't cultivate, can do it without mosquitoes, but Ling Chan can't be a monk?

Xue Xingchi was aggrieved to death, and Baba said, "You can't blame me for this......"

"Of course I don't blame you," Ling Chan grinded her teeth, "I can only blame last night's demon wind!" ”

…… The two had breakfast together, and it didn't take long for Ling Chan to receive a letter from the mayor of Wushan.

When the people of the Wushan Inspection Team arrived, they would start to investigate the affairs of the Golden Mansion.

Ling Chan can go.

She stretched out her hand and knocked on the table, and Xue Xingchi, who was concentrating on reading the script, raised his head to look at her.

Ling Chan: "I'm leaving, you, as one of the participants in the Jinfu incident, either follow me or go to the official office of Wushan Town for isolation." ”

"It's you who follow me," Xue Xingchi said decisively: "You promised to send me back to Dayong." ”

“？” Ling Chan said: "When did I promise?" ”

“？” Xue Xingchi was furious, "You dare not admit it!" ”

Ling Chan has always agreed, but Xue Xingchi has never rejected him, Ling Chan did not answer, he acquiesced in Ling Chan is agreement.

[We are going to Huachun City, Huachun City is at the junction of Dayan and Dayong,] the system is looking at the map, [We can bring Xue Xingchi to Huachun first. 】

[Maybe as he walked, he slipped away on his own.] 】

Ling Chan looked at Xue Xingchi opposite.

Xue Xingchi received her gaze and smiled at her, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his eyes were like cold pools.

A little arrogant, a little squeamish image of the prince.

But he sneaked into Ling Chan's room in the middle of the night, and the layers of spells laid by Ling Chan failed to stop him.

After a long absence, Ling Chan felt her scalp tingle, and a strong sense of crisis turned into an electric current of excitement surging into her brain, making her tremble.

Stronger than her, more ruthless than her, more perverted than her, and want to kill her.

What should she do?

……

The carriage gurgled, and Xue Xingchi collapsed on his chair.

Opposite him, Ling Chan sat upright, with her hands on her knees, palms facing the sky, and her eyes closed.

Xue Xingchi couldn't control his gaze, it always slid towards Ling Chan's wrist as if it had its own consciousness.

There was no flesh on the slender wrist, and the blue-green veins floated slightly from the white and soft skin, Xue Xingchi remembered the feeling of the major artery in his neck beating in his palm last night.

He felt a little itchy.

Picking up a pot of tea, Xue Xingchi raised his hand and poured it into his mouth.

"Ahem cough ........."

A sour bitterness that rushed straight to the Tianling Gai spread out in his mouth, Xue Xingchi didn't hold the teapot steady, covering his mouth and coughing wildly.

Ling Chan opened her eyes in surprise, took a pot of tea that had been sprinkled with most of it, and poured herself a cup.

"Are you alright? It's just ordinary tea......" Ling Chan opened her eyes and said nonsense, she put a lot of ingredients in it when she made tea, just to take revenge on Xue Xingchi for disturbing her sleep at the latest.

Xue Xingchi's eyes were red, and he covered his mouth and asked, "You made this pot of tea?" ”

"Yes." Ling Chan has nothing she dare not admit.

Then, she looked at Xue Xingchi with red eyes and masochistic self-inflicted, coughing while pouring the devil's tea into her mouth.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Good night ┗ (ω) ┛

(End of chapter)