"That Lang Zhong, who is already crazy, has been called out," Song Song slowly regained his old smile, "Moreover, there were not two people who were traveling with that Lang Zhong at that time, it should be three people." ”

"One didn't come back, two came back, and the one who came back later died not long after. Song Song shook his head, and the iron fan hit his palm one by one, "Obviously he was afraid, so he did it." ”

"What do you want to express?" Yang Miao waved the book in her hand slightly, and pulled the cuffs of her robe with one hand, "Then you, do you think he can go to that snow cave, it's my arrangement?"

"Whether it's Madame's arrangement, I don't care," Song Song said slowly, "I think clearly, Madame's intentions, is it still protecting the little girl?"

"As always. Yang Miaomiao said softly.

“...... What about the beggar?"

"You can pray that the bones will not come out, or ...... He could only get through. ”

"So you let the old man wait for him to live or die in that area?" Song Song's hand that was knocking on the iron fan faster and faster suddenly paused, "No, or do you want to let the old man try to restrain him when he can't control it!?"

"Both. ”

The candle flame beside Yang Miaomiao suddenly jumped, and there was no wind automatically.

......

Qing Ling stumbled and walked in the corridor, the lying silkworm illuminated by the flame light was faintly twitching, her face seemed to have some irrepressible expectation, and seemed to be afraid of something, her knees were splashed with mud spots because she was walking too fast, and the fire folds on her hands were also erratic because of walking too fast.

It's closer......

Two puddles have passed...... There is one more one, that's it......

Qing Ling suddenly stopped, stopped on top of the small puddle, then retracted his foot, and even took a step backwards, propping himself on the stone wall of the corridor with one hand.

As if denying his own thoughts, Qing Ling laughed, silently and neuroticly.

That Daqian...... Hehehe, my eyes are not broken...... And looking at his brain, it's not bad. If it weren't for Dr. Chen's family-like desire to save his wife and son, how could he be stupid enough to drip blood and urge flowers in such a situation......

What's more, in these years, children can be called like cattle that can't eat enough, even if they cut blood and meat, they are still like pigs and sheep......

So, what are you afraid of right now?

You know, you've already killed people......

"Whew-"

Taking a gentle breath, Qing Ling took the fire fold that was almost not extinguished, and stepped steadily over the last puddle.

"Hey ......"

Around the corner, Qing Ling called, but his voice carried a fear that he didn't even notice.

“......”

There was no answer.

With a little light illuminating the end, Qing Ling saw clearly.

She looked at the figure sitting on the ground with her back to her, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, revealing a smug smile that seemed to confirm that she was right.

So, it's impossible......

But...... So how does the associated snow mountain crystal bloom?

"Bang!"

"Qiang—"

Qing Ling's thoughts were abruptly interrupted, and the smile froze on his face.

Right in front of her eyes, Bai Xiaoxin fell to the ground, and her legs slowly shrank into a ball visible to the naked eye.

No...... Wrong...... It's not curling!!

He's crawling......

Qing Ling's pupils shrank instantly-

Snow Mountain Crystal ...... It is a medicinal herb with five more petals than the associated Snow Mountain Crystal, and the medicinal properties are completely different......

Stained with the dirty petals that I couldn't see clearly, I was trying my best to stretch my soft body, maybe the whole snow mountain crystal was really heavier, and the flower stem that could not see the color shook slightly, and the stamens that were several times larger than the associated snow mountain crystal had been exposed......

Qing Ling turned to the side sluggishly, as if he was trying to find Bai Xiaoxin, who was trying to find something.

She couldn't control her steps and walked over step by step.

It's as if you're on the tip of a knife, and every step is so difficult......

She could finally look at the boy in disarray, and with a slight turn of her gaze, she saw a blood-stained dagger a little far from him.

Naturally, I also saw the marks on his wrist and fingers that he inadvertently turned over his hand to find.

......

Bai Xiaoxin, are you crazy!?

No, beggars who live in steal don't go crazy.

You're spending so much effort to save a baby who has nothing to do with you!?

From the moment the beggar met her, there was a relationship.

When Bai Xiaoxin pointed the sharp side of the dagger at his fingers, some strange sounds kept running in his mind, but it didn't affect him in the slightest.

Blood is hot and cold, and the knife is cold and hot.

Bai Xiaoxin couldn't count how many knives he had moved, and how many times he had caressed the snow-capped mountains that were constantly opening.

It wasn't until his fingers were stabbed that he felt the stamens that were completely different from the petals, and he even thought of seeing the baby again.

Those shining eyes, the eyes that would smile at him......

But the body is always getting colder and colder.

He had thought that it would be better to close his eyes and rest for a while.

However, as long as his eyes are closed, that little pink face will appear in front of his eyes.

So, his pupils never closed, the blood kept watering, and he waited for the flowers to bloom.

......

"You madman......"

Qing Ling smiled insincerely, there was light in her eyes, she inserted the fire fold into the crack in the stone and fixed it, and reached out to put it on Bai Xiaoxin's wrist.

The cold hand caressed the cold hand, and when Qing Ling's hand brushed the shocking wrist mark, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

It's a hand that is colder than my own, but the pulse that is still beating is still hot.

"Little ......"

Before Qing Ling could react, Bai Xiaoxin, who was placed by her and leaning against the stone wall, grabbed her hand with her backhand.

Qing Ling was startled, and just wanted to struggle to withdraw his hand-

The candle flame beside the two of them seemed to sense Qing Ling's heart, and it also jumped slightly.

The light in Qing Ling's eyes suddenly disappeared, and she stared at Bai Xiaoxin, who was close at hand, with a faint fear flashing in her eyes.

"Yes...... Eat well, sleep well?" The boy in front of him spoke with difficulty, his thin lips opening and closing was difficult, but his mouth was a soft voice that he had never heard before, "Do you still like chicken feathers? Be obedient, I ...... Right away...... Immediately, I went back. ”

The eyes that are much larger than ordinary people are a little misty, and under the light of the flames, the terrifying, bottomless cold that makes people fear it no longer exists, only with a thick, undisguised warmth.

The boy's hoarse voice echoed in his ears, and Qing Ling was slightly stunned as he looked at the upper and closed eyes that Bai Xiaoxin was trying to endure, and his eyes were dyed with light again.

Why...... Why is that......

Why does that dead child hurt......

Why is the person in front of him already like this, still thinking about the person he thinks......

Tears finally couldn't help but fall out of Qing Ling's eyes.

......