Ling Hu Zhenzhen cleaned up the rune paper on the case, and said: "Then you take Qin Yuanxi away, my tools are all here, I will live here, and you can change to a new room by yourself." ”

Just enough to clean up and do more things for a few days, Qin Yuanxi is not noisy, but she has a special sense of presence, and her every move catches her eye, so that she can't concentrate on studying wood carving skills.

Qin Xi sighed, slowly got up and said, "Then let's go, Fourth Senior Brother, Senior Brother can only listen to you tonight." ”

When he saw that Ling Hu Zhenzhen didn't raise his head, he leaned in and whispered in his ear: "Little Senior Sister, I have no conscience." ”

How can you have no conscience? Ling Fox Zhenzhen rubbed his itchy ears and looked up at him, but he didn't look back, only lowered his head slightly, and quickly walked away with Ji Yuan with a smile.

That night, Ji Yuan was drunk Fang Xiu and his tongue was bigger, and he patted Qin Xi's shoulder and said seriously: "Old Jiu, the little senior sister looks like a demon queen, but it's not like that, you misunderstood." ”

Who misunderstood whom? I don't know who Zhen Zhen was the one who was wary of her when she first came to Yimai Mountain, and she did all the mediation by herself.

Qin Xi quietly clinked glasses with Ji Yuantian's wine, and then heard him say vaguely: "You old nine, don't think I can't see it, the little senior sister used to see that there was light in your eyes, but now it's gone...... It's all scared of you...... Do you remember to apologize to her tomorrow......"

Needless to say, he knew better than anyone that Vera didn't like herself as much as she used to.

After a half-and-a-half drunken Fang Xiu, Ji Yuan finally fell asleep on the floor. Qin Xi, who was supposed to go to Linghu Zhenzhen, didn't move, only drank the remaining half of the altar, and the slight drunkenness that he hadn't had for a long time was flowing around his limbs.

He lowered his head and slowly drew a semicircle with his fingers on the soft blanket.

The two of them are like this semicircle, once his half could not be continued, and then her half could not be continued, and it was always impossible to become a circle that fit completely.

Qin Xi remembered that he had said that life and death are entangled, endlessly. If she doesn't give her any hope at all, and if she pierces her heart with a flying blade again, he can smash the cloud in his hand, indulge that demon to jump out, and be willing for her again, or make a dream for her that only Qin Yuanxi has.

But if she is absent, it seems to be far and near.

Qin Yuanxi still wants to be her young man, holding the little fox in her arms and touching her head, so that the ill-fated person can snuggle together.

Just take your time, take your time. Qin Xi lay down on the soft collapse, and fell asleep shallowly under the dormant movement of the cold air in Artemisia.

*

The next day, Ji Yuan learned that he was going to Tanggu to find someone, and immediately turned to Linghu Zhenzhen: "Little Senior Sister! Senior Brother wants to ride a paper flying dragon!"

The flying dragon was blown up and forgot to cut a new one, so the fox Zhenzhen threw out the paper fox: "Only this one." ”

This is the one he dislikes the most among the paper foxes she has made for Qin Yuanxi, it looks very rough when it gets bigger, the ears are big and small, and the tail is not dexterous, but Ji Yuan still pounced on it with a "whoop": "Little senior sister and I sit together!"

He couldn't help but pull Ling Fox Zhenzhen on the fox's back, and said in a low voice: "Little Senior Sister, don't be afraid, if Lao Jiu is rude to you again, I will stand up for you." ”

Ling Fox Zhenzhen shook her head: "He wasn't rude to me. ”

Ji Yuan was shocked: "Is that me wrong to blame Lao Jiu? What did I say yesterday?"

I can't fit a basket of what he said yesterday, who remembers.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen turned his head to look for Qin Xi, intending to beckon them to get on the back of the paper fox together, but he had already taken out the demon horse and was helping Jiang Shu up. The demon horse was windy, she was blown to the ground, so he held her back and never let go.

She looked away, and drove the paper fox into the air, swooping up to the top.

She touched her heart, and then listened to Ji Yuan chattering in the back: "I came back to the Great Wilderness three years ago, and I met a junior sister from Biyun Mountain in Yanzhou in the Northern Wilderness, who looked really beautiful like a fairy, but unfortunately she fell in love with the fifth child. ”

There is a story!

Ling Hu Zhenzhen was immediately hooked out of the sense of responsibility of the scholar, immediately took out the scholar's small book and charcoal, sat sideways and asked him, "Do you have anyone you like?"

Ji Yuan was extremely frank: "Of course there is, there are a lot." ”

She kindly continued, "Then tell me who they are, what they look like, what kind of temperament, and why?"

Ji Yuan was unexpectedly honest: "I don't know the name, and I don't know the temperament, just because I look good." There is a particularly good-looking senior sister in the third vein, by the way, there is a junior sister in the second vein who is also beautiful, and there is a trial when I met a junior sister in the sixth vein, which was shocking. And ......"

Ling Fox Zhenzhen put down his pen like flying, recording that he didn't know the name and only remembered the good-looking likes, and finally heard him say with a smile: "I also like the little sister, you are the best-looking." ”

She politely replied: "You're pretty good-looking, too." ”

Jiang Shu on the back of the demon horse listened to them lively, and couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother Qin, can I go over and sit with Senior Sister Linghu and them?"

Qin Xi finally took his hand off her back, after touching it for so long, she must not be Jiang Shu who is a trick.

"Let's go. ”

He dragged her to get up, and fell lightly on the back of the paper fox with the wind, Ji Yuan was still over there and said: "Since we are all cultivating thunder fire, this trip back to Yimai Mountain, the little senior sister can practice with me every day, let's go to the Julu Pavilion to learn ......"

"Little Senior Sister, are you hungry?" Qin Xi sat down beside her, "Or, after talking so much, do you want to drink saliva?"

Ling Fox Zhenzhen was happy to hear Ji Yuan's words, and ignored him, so he reached out and gently smoothed the ends of her slightly messy hair.

On this day, I didn't see half a figure in Tanggu, and when I returned to the inn, it was nearly three watches, so that Fox Zhenzhen was about to enter the guest room, but she heard Qin Xi call her from behind: "Little senior sister." ”

As soon as she turned around, her forehead was lightly tapped.

"Little sister is in a good mood today, and I like to see you and your fellow students in harmony and friendship. He looked down at her, smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes, "But don't snub your junior brother." ”

She was a little confused: "You're not happy again?"

His voice was still gentle: "Senior brother is not unhappy, it's the little senior sister who is too careful, go to sleep." ”

Although Qin Yuanxi never said it, she could more and more keenly feel a kind of caution hidden in his heart, like holding something fragile, restrained and anxious. He should have wanted to maintain a warm and gentle rhythm, but as if his heart was not enough, he would occasionally pour out some emotions, from his movements to his words to his eyes, and he roared silently and lonely.

Obviously together all the time.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen took a deep breath, and suddenly had no intention of tossing the rune paper again, so she simply washed and slew.

The cold air in Artemisia this night was extremely difficult, Qin Xi couldn't tell whether she was awake or dreaming for a while, and walked silently to Ling Fox Zhenzhen's guest room - she slept on his mattress under the window, half of her face buried in the quilt, and slept very sweetly.

When he was there, she refused to come over to sleep.

Qin Xi leaned over and sat on the ground, carefully studying her eyebrows and eyes, wanting to see through the depths of her soul. Qin Yuanxi, who was once embedded in it, mostly only had a vague afterimage, she would have subconscious actions, but she no longer had the heart.

He can't rely on this little shallow affection to get by, a moment of joy will give birth to expectations, and if he is disappointed after expectation, he will weigh a thousand pounds.

Qin Xi called her softly: "Zhen Zhen, Zhen Zhen." ”

I wanted to tell her how hard the cold air in Artemisia was, and he thought that dragging back that voice would be the consummation of everything, and how could he hold the cloud well. What if one day, her clear gaze is set on another person?

In a trance, the fox only felt a figure sitting beside him, and the moonlight could not illuminate the deep and thick darkness around him, like a black mist, and like dark clouds rubbing together.

Drymath?!

She got up suddenly, but this time she didn't feel the overwhelming black fog and biting chill.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to his heart, and then to hers, and then turned into light smoke and completely dissipated.

As soon as she left the inn the next day, Ling Fox Zhenzhen dragged Qin Xi, who was going to lead the demon horse: "You come and sit with me on the paper fox." ”

He didn't seem to have much energy, his face was pale, he only leaned on the back of the paper fox, and closed his eyes without saying a word.

She climbed onto the paper fox, slowly soared into the air, and after flying for a while, she spoke: "Qin Yuanxi, I met that drought fish again last night. ”

He let out an "um" sound: "The cold didn't stab you?"

No, it was more like he was stabbed by the cold, and even his lips were white.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen leaned over and touched his face, the tentacles were not hot, but slightly chilled, and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Are you sick?"

No, but last night, the unconscious spirit left the body, and there was no Panshen Silk to maintain it, and as a result, the wind and thunder demonic qi and the cold qi in Artemisia were condensed and maintained, and now they have tasted some bitter fruits.

Qin Xi turned over and pillowed on her lap, her long sleeves blocking the light: "Senior brother sleep for a while, little senior sister don't move, don't talk." ”

Don't move, don't speak. Ling Fox Zhenzhen had a sense of déjà vu again, and subconsciously touched her face, as if someone had covered her face with black mist and sealed her voice with silence.

In fact, she had a lot to tell him, about the dartle, about what she hadn't asked and he hadn't said, looking for it in Artemisia for half a year.

She hadn't thought about many things before, so that Fox Zhenzhen had never had too many things on her mind, but she couldn't stop thinking about it now. Thinking of the dawn of the ink color, she met the drought for the third time, and although she had a high fever, she could still see the knife on his back.

Black jade is the handle, the pearl is embellished, one side is Xun hexagram, and the other side is shocking.

It was wind and thunder, Qin Yuanxi cultivated wind and thunder.