After the bruise on Youguo's neck subsided, he returned to Roskinna University, where Rosenjie moved his dormitory for his safety, re-selected a place where few people set foot, and added many personal bodyguards.

It's just that this airtight protection also has a very serious flaw, that is, when Youguo walks on campus, he will encounter a very embarrassing situation - standing in the black bodyguard group, Youguo is like a black and Taoist boss parading the streets.

So after only holding on for an hour, Youguo couldn't bear it, and strongly demanded that Rosenjie remove those black-suit bodyguards, leaving Yier Fan alone.

"Enough of Ilfans." Youguo said to Rosenjie on the phone, "I'm going to school, not black, road patrolling, Yi'er fans are enough, at least not as flamboyant as those black suits."

Rosenjie couldn't resist Youguo, and finally reluctantly agreed, but after canceling those crowded black suits, Youguo would have more things in front of his dormitory window every day.

Those things, without exception, were all sent by Kurolo.

And it was the system that told Youguo the news.

Youguo couldn't appreciate Kurolo's preferences, and asked the system directly, "What is he doing here?" ”

"Are you trying to scare me to death?"

The system paused, and said hesitantly, "...... Perhaps, he's giving you a gift? ”

Youguo: "...... Yes? ”

It seems that from the day Youguo said that he didn't like the gift he gave, Kurolo seemed to be addicted to giving him gifts, and he gave many things to put on the windowsill of Youguo's dormitory for many days, but these things are not like gifts, after all, where would normal people put precious and strange things such as fiery red eyes, crystal feathers, and other precious and strange things, one of the seven beauties in the world, on each other's windowsill.

Crystal feathers are highly poisonous, not to mention for the time being, just to talk about fiery red eyes.

Youguo, who woke up early in the morning and opened the curtains to breathe fresh air, looked down and found that there were two red and bright eyes by the window that were soaked in formalin and staring at him, he thought that he was bold enough, but in the face of those two eyeballs, even if he pretended to be calm, Youguo couldn't help but take a step back and gasp.

However, when Ilfan saw these two eyeballs, he was very interested, and held up the fiery red eyes soaked in formalin and admired the sun for a long time, and then praised in a tone without waves: "The fiery red eyes, which are worthy of being one of the seven beauties, are indeed beautiful." ”

Youguo couldn't believe it, the fiery red eyes on the windowsill even attracted the presence of Youguo's father, Rosenjie, who also held the jar with fiery red eyes to admire the two eyeballs that were floating in formalin, and sighed: "If you can see the fiery red eyes in the eyes of the Guluta people, it will definitely look better than the fiery red eyes soaked in formalin." ”

Youguo suddenly found that he really underestimated the strangeness of the hunter's world, and in order to dig his eyes out of the human eye socket alive with just a fiery red eye, no one thought that it was wrong, and no one would feel sorry and sad for the innocent Guluta people.

So Youguo asked the system, "Won't they think it's unfair?" ”

The system said calmly: "Strength here represents fairness." ”

Hearing this, Youguo looked at the fiery red eyes in the jar as bright and warm as flames a little apprehensively, he did not refute the words of Rosenjie and Yiermi, but suddenly felt that he was out of place with this world again.

This is not his world, and no one in his world will ever feel beautiful in the eyes full of pain and grief that have been forcibly gouged out.

Such a thought flashed back in Youguo's head, and he quickly hid it, and he lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the fiery red eyes on the table without saying a word.

Rosenjie was both satisfied and dissatisfied, satisfied that his son's suitor was generous enough to give away fiery red eyes, and dissatisfied that the person who secretly gave gifts could come and go freely in Youguo's dormitory, as if he was in a no-man's land, he was afraid of the accident of the last time, so he implicitly suggested that it would be better to increase some manpower, but such a suggestion was mercilessly rejected by his son.

"I acquiesced." "So Ilmi didn't stop it. ”

Since both of them knew who the person who sent the things was, with Youguo's acquiescence, Ilmi pretended to turn a blind eye to the coming and going of the anonymous long-legged gentleman.

As long as Kurolo doesn't kill Youguo, then of course Ilfan won't do anything useless.

Since Youguo's consent has been obtained, Luo Senjie will not interfere too much, so after thinking about it, Luo Senjie asked tentatively: "Youguo, do you want to stay?" ”

"Don't." Youguo simply decided to stay with the fiery red eye, in addition to the reason why he didn't like this weird thing at all, and the other reason was that he wouldn't have any kind looks at the things that Kurolo gave him now.

As long as you put the thing back on the windowsill and leave it alone, the next day the gift will disappear and be replaced by another gift.

Although Luo Senjie admires the beauty of the fiery red eyes very much, if Youguo doesn't want it, of course he won't forcibly keep it, anyway, in his eyes, everything Youguo does is worthy of understanding and support.

So after nightfall, Youguo put the fiery red eyes back on the windowsill as they were, and he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes intending to sleep peacefully as usual, his sleep had always been good, but this time it was different.

Youguo, who was about to fall into a deep sleep, suddenly saw a vague black shadow standing motionless by the bed.

In such a scene, ordinary people have already been scared that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, but fortunately, Youguo has cultivated a quite strong heart, and he also knows that there are no ghosts in this world, Youguo suddenly opened his eyes wide and got up to look, and the moonlight sprinkled a silver glow through the thin window screen, and the faces of the people standing by the bed were clearly illuminated.

It's Kurolo.

He was holding the fiery red eyes, frowning slightly and staring at Youguo.

Youguo closed his eyes and said almost helplessly, "I don't."

Love these things. ”

Kurolo's hand on the jar stroked gently, he seemed to be a little puzzled, after all, as one of the seven beauties, the fiery red eyes would cause a lot of popularity no matter where they appeared, because they were too precious and caused excessive greed, and the already depleted Kuluta people had to choose to live in seclusion in order to survive, just to preserve the only remaining living force, so as not to disappear into this world like this.

And Youguo is one of the few people who doesn't like fiery red eyes, but Kurolo turned his head to think about it, and he didn't think it was strange.

"And what do you like?" Kurolo can be a little childish and stubborn at times.

Youguo is tempted to say, don't give me anything, I won't like anything you send - unless you send me a full progress guide, I will like you to death.

But since Kurolo wanted to ask, Na Youguo thought for a while and said directly: "Then you can return the ancient books unearthed from the ruins of Luluka to me." ”

Youguo said expressionlessly, "I don't want to give it to you." ”

The smile on the corner of Kulolo's mouth disappeared for a few moments, and then he returned to his usual personable and seemingly well-spoken appearance, and rejected Youguo with a smile: "Except for this." ”

Youguo looked at him, he looked at Youguo, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth didn't change.

Youguo tried his best to resist the urge to roll his eyes, he didn't say anymore, and Kurolo didn't ask anymore, maybe he knew that he couldn't ask anything here in Youguo.

Youguo was woken up by the elusive Kurolo, and couldn't sleep for a while, sitting at the head of the bed with the quilt in his arms.

Kurolo also had no guilt for disturbing Youguo's sleep, Youguo didn't chase him, he even sat on the side of Youguo's bed and read the book unhurriedly.

It's also the ancient book that Youguo wants to go back to.

He didn't even turn on the light, and looked at the moonlight with relish.

Youguo was shocked, and he subconsciously asked, "Can you see it clearly?" ”

Kurolo raised his eyebrows in confusion and said, "Huh? Why not? ”

When Kurolo was still on Meteor Street, he was already used to reading books in the moonlight, because there was no electricity and no lights on Meteor Street, and even if there were, it was definitely not something that Culolo could use at that time.

Youguo had nothing to say for a while, he was too lazy to ignore Kulolo who had entered the house, he couldn't beat him, he couldn't leave, he didn't dare to scold, he lay on the bed and turned his back to Kulolo, and made up his mind to ignore him to the end.

Youguo closed his eyes with his back to Kurolo and pretended to be asleep, but pretending to be asleep, Kuolo turned the pages and listened to the sound of breathing in his ears, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The moonlight was still ethereal and illusory, shining softly through the window on Kurolo's body, as well as on the shoulders of the sleeping Youguo.

Kurolo stopped reading, and his eyes fell on the sleeping Youguo, who looked at the moonlit pale skin, and the delicate butterfly bones on his back, which were bulging and obscured by thin clothing.

He said to himself, "The vigilance is too bad. ”

Then the sleeping Yougo kicked him.

Kurolo: ......

If it weren't for the steady breathing that proved that Youguo wasn't pretending to be asleep, Kurolo really thought he was doing it on purpose.

He looked at the sleeping Youguo, squinted slightly, and his slender hand touched the back of Youguo's exposed neck.

Beneath the warm, soft skin were the endless flow of blood vessels, releasing a steady stream of life force outward, and Kurolo had even imagined in his mind where to start, and the blood would splash out without him getting it.

The fleeting murderous aura was captured by the system and the Ilfan next door who didn't need sleep, and the system was just about to wake up Youguo, and when the Ilfan's nail was already between his fingers and ready to go, the murderous aura quickly disappeared.

It's like it never existed.

Kurolo's hand moved up from his neck and gently stroked Yoogo's soft hair.

The sleeping Youguo didn't feel anything, and even hummed a few words in a low voice, gently rubbing the back of Kurolo's hand.

Kurolo suddenly thought, I seem to understand why Pick Noda likes small creatures like cats.

Because cats are cute whether they are angry or coquettish, their undeterrent resistance will only stimulate people's desire to conquer even more.

Kurolo lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, if he only paid attention to Youguo in the first place because he was interested, and he was very curious about Youguo's true appearance, then it was more than that.

He already knew the other side of Youguo, but there was another side underneath, and he wanted to peel off the layers of disguise of Youguo and continue to go deeper.

This is the same as opening a gift, after all, the most interesting thing is of course the unraveling link.

Kurolo withdrew his gaze from observing Youguo and landed back on the book in his hand.

Youguo wanted to go back to this book just now, but Kurolo didn't want to, which is really a strange thing.

Because both he and the brigade members knew very well that Kurolo was a character who liked the new and hated the old, and he would soon lose interest in what he had in his hands and forget about it.

But only this ancient book, even if he has read it many times, he still has some love for it.

If you can't put it down, of course, it's to leave a mark and stay with you.

It doesn't matter if it's lost, as long as the mark is still there, it will be found sooner or later, and no one else will be able to take possession of it.

And this should be equally true of books and people.

Kurolo smiled, his gaze falling back on Youguo.

So here's the problem.

How do you leave your mark on a person's body?