Ars had never slept so close to anyone for as long as he could remember.

To be more precise, he had only slept in one room with a corpse before he met Baizhu.

He and Baizhu went out twice, and when they set up the tent, they were very wide, and there were two more big men lying between the two, just like that, he didn't fall asleep for a few nights, and he got up to keep vigil within a few minutes of lying down, and it was also thanks to his habit of this kind of underworld routine that didn't sleep for a few days from time to time, not to mention the dark circles under his eyes, there was no red blood, and there was a hood to cover the point, so he didn't let Baizhu see that something was wrong.

He stared at the two beds crowded next to each other, thinking that Baizhu would not fall into a coma when he slept, and the person next to him would get up in the middle of the night, and it would inevitably scratch between movements, and maybe he would wake him up in one fell swoop.

Doctor Bai's physical fitness is already low, and Yars doesn't want to ruin his good sleep.

He hesitated for a moment, then left the tent and found the leader of the caravan who was facing the campfire to read the handwriting of the physician Long Fei Feng Wu.

"What, tent?" The man touched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry Brother Ha, our batch of tent merchants sent the wrong model, this batch is this size ......"

Yars muffled: "Is there anything superfluous?" ”

"I encountered a monster before, attacked the carriage with the tent, and tore a lot of ...... "In fact, the one assigned to them was wronged, and the two thin guys went to squeeze with others."

Yars: "......"

He couldn't get two more men to pour him a place, so he had to go back into the tent and sit on the edge of the bunk in a daze.

In fact, it was also a way to go and tell the leader that he would help keep vigil at night, but Yars didn't really want to do it - there were so many people in the caravan, and it was not that he couldn't distinguish the people who kept vigil, he was the guard of Baizhu, and he was not from this caravan.

The work of helping others was taken over by Baizhu, and Yars just followed Baizhu, and if he encountered this kind of thing himself, even if he knew that the result would be to plant a silver ingot in the spring and receive a gold bar in the autumn, he would not bother to look at them.

He has a line in his heart, what is outside the line is irrelevant, and inside the line are the people he approves: friends such as Hu Tao, acquaintances such as Xiangling Guoba and Ah Gui, mutual damage partners such as Changsheng, and possessions such as pine nuts; As for atractylodes...... Yars divided himself into barren relationships for a long time, and felt that neither side was suitable.

At first, he thought that this person was very interesting, and he wanted to observe more, and observed that now even he didn't know what Baizhu was in his heart. is obviously a kind-hearted person, but he allows himself to stab the Fools; It looks gentle and harmless, but it also occasionally exudes an aura that makes the intuition alarm bells loud.

The orcs thought about it for a long time, and finally almost thought about themselves.

A year ago, someone told him that he would be distressed because he couldn't make an accurate position for a person in an important position in his heart, and he definitely felt that the other party was sarcastically mocking him, and he must have chopped people up and fed them to Warcraft.

Now I really sit here and think about these haves and haves, and it doesn't feel bad.

The curtain was opened, and the face that was still in his mind bent in, and the sweat towel wiped the water on his hands, Baizhu looked at the embarrassing space and asked, "Do you want to sleep outside or inside?" ”

The flying mind was rounded back to the original distress by a question: How to sleep tonight?

Yars said dryly: "There are many people here, I will keep vigil tonight." ”

Baizhu said gently: "I can see from my conversation with them that everyone in the caravan is of good character, so you don't have to worry about them attacking us." ”

Ars: "......" He racked his brains and began to think of excuses, but the loopholes were too obvious, and he vetoed them one by one.

Saying that he was not used to feeling awkward was impossible, the half-orc inexplicably didn't want to show his cowardice in front of Baizhu, and he didn't say a word after being entangled for a long time.

Baizhu waited for a while without waiting for a reply, a smile crossed his eyes, and said, "What's more, you have been running for so long today, you should also take a good rest." Which side do you want to sleep on? ”

Baizhu is so considerate that he can't hold back an excuse, Yars gave up on himself: "...... Outside. ”

It's close to the exit, and if something happens, he can respond immediately, and if he really rushes in in the middle of the night, Yars can save him.

After assigning the position, Baizhu folded his coat and glasses and put them on the small storage table with a very limited area, and when Yars put away the cloak, he extinguished the lantern hanging next to him, and the night was enveloped in an instant.

Yars's already sensitive five senses were magnified to the extreme in the darkness, but the sound of the night watchman sitting outside by the campfire was gradually dimmed away, replaced by the squirting of someone walking and lying down, and the familiar bitter smell on the tip of his nose as he passed by.

He lay stiffly on his back, his wolf eyes glowing green in the darkness. The breath of the person beside him was shallow, and every blow was like hitting his eardrum, and under the high level of mental tension, Yars heard the beating sound of the other party's heart under the flesh in a trance, all at once, even and powerfully.

This was probably an illusion, he thought, after all, Baizhu was weak like that, and he was always worried that he would become the performance of the Afterlife Hall when he made a mistake, how could there be such a powerful heartbeat.

Baizhu was probably adjusting to a comfortable sleeping position, and Yars felt his arm being hit through two layers of quilts, and the whole person stiffened even more, and he even held his breath for a moment.

It's like a specimen frozen into popsicles in the cold winter wax moon.

Yars stared at the roof of the shed, and it was difficult to divert his attention, from the light god, that bastard was gone, he was equal to his life, rounding off to kill the dog god, to what kind of thing is it in "Shen Qiu Sword Picking", and every word can be understood separately, which makes people confused.

Changsheng lay on the side of the atractylodes pillow, falling asleep at a speed comparable to sucking sweat medicine, and when he turned over in his sleep, his tail hit the futon with a muffled sound.

Yars sat up as quickly as he had a spring on his back.

Baizhu opened his eyes in the dark: "Can't you sleep?" ”

He lay back stiffly: "...... No. ”

The air quieted down, and after a while, Baizhu said, "Not used to it? ”

Yars's mouth was harder than his body: "No." ”

He may see more clearly at night than during the day, and he doesn't dare to move at all, let alone look at Baizhu's expression, so the smile on the latter's face becomes thicker and thicker, but he controls his voice very well, gentle and intimate: "After the Immortal Ceremony, it will be almost the Moon Festival." Before that, I want to go to Qingce Village again for a free clinic, do you want to go with me? ”

"Light Ce Zhuang?"

"It's on the other side of the slope." "Most of the young and middle-aged people in Qingcezhuang go out to work, leaving behind the old people and children, and the pace of life there is very slow, and the people are simple - you should like it." ”

Yars unconsciously relaxed a little, and his thoughts drifted with his voice: "You are the boss...... I'll follow you. ”

Baizhu was silent for a while, and said softly, "I thought we were already friends. ”

There was a slight sense of loss in his tone, which was extremely inconsistent with the expression on his face, but fortunately, Yars controlled his turning movement and said incoherently, "No...... Be...... It's not ......"

Yars wanted to slap himself.

What are you talking about, what the hell is it!

He tried his best to organize the language, and then desperately gave up digging into his barren vocabulary, being in the dark night would magnify people's various emotional impulses, Baizhu did not continue to speak, he made up his mind in just a few seconds, held back his shame and said, "...... I don't know what you are. ”

Atractylodes: ?

The smile on his face faded most of the time, although he knew that Yars was certainly not literal, and there must be afterwords - but it sounded a little laughable.

Fortunately, Yars quickly continued, he rarely said so many words in one breath, and he also dissected his own meaning a little, his voice was a little trembling and out of tune, which he thought was well concealed: "No one has ever treated me so well, and I don't want to reciprocate - you 'hired' me to be an unpredictable guard, and provided food and lodging as agreed, but ...... I don't seem to be helping you anything other than guarding the door. ”

"You're a little special to me, I don't know which category you should fall into." "Anyone has a plan, but at least for now, I don't see what you can expect from me. ”

He said "can" rather than "think". Except for the bloody air that broke out, Yars showed that he had nothing.

A whole three-no product: no expression, no identity, no residence.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that Baizhu is like a big injustice.

The Great Wrongdoer looked at him sideways for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Yars looked over condemningly.

Baizhu smiled: "I'm sorry, I want to endure it." ”

Ars: "...... forgive me, I really don't see it. He quickly went through the words just now, and he couldn't figure out which sentence was making people laugh.

"The 'special' category sounds pretty good." Bai Zhu stopped laughing, and then kindly pointed out the maze for him: "I just think you're cute." ”

“……”

Ars stared at him for two seconds, silently turned over with his back to him, then remembered something, and lay back down, pressing his tail under him by the way, maintaining this uncomfortable position and closing his eyes.

"Sleep!"

Baizhu tested what he wanted, let him go according to his words, and found a more comfortable position to sleep.

There was no dream all night, and the next morning as soon as the sky was polished, Yars walked out of the tent, and before the caravan people got up, the two night watchmen in the second half of the night were also opened by Baizhu, and Yars, who was with Baizhu, greeted him warmly.

"Wake up so early!"

Ars bowed to them coldly, went to wash by the stream, and when he was out of sight of them, he clutched his waist and walked in a strange manner.

The tail was pressed by him for half a night, and he almost couldn't move, and the soreness after waking up ran all the way along the tail vertebrae, which was more uncomfortable than stabbing him a few times.

He stood on a low place and glanced back, making sure that no one could see this, then lifted his cloak, brushed a handful of his big hair tail, and the electric current stimulation exploded in his brain, he desperately resisted the urge to grin his teeth, and continued to give himself a "relaxation treatment".

The caravan departed at six o'clock on time, and Yars and Baizhu entered a half-empty carriage one after the other, and as soon as the former entered, he sat as far away from Baizhu as possible in the limited space, with his hood buttoned up, isolated from the world.

Baizhu smiled and looked at the slowly retreating scenery, without the slightest shame thinking-

It seems to be a bit of a tease.