Chu Linyuan looked at the three words written by Song Ling, his eyes were full of disbelief, Song Ling's words were actually written a few points better than himself, which caught Chu Linyuan off guard.

And it seems that Song Ling has not been connected for more than ten years, it is impossible to write such good words, unless he is talented, which really shocks Chu Linyuan.

I didn't expect Song Ling to write such a good hand?

And it's your own name?

Chu Linyuan was faintly happy in his heart.

"It's very well written, and this pair of words will be given to this king. Chu Linyuan slowly put away the rice paper on the table, and pretended to be calm, but his eyes were full of joy.

Song Ling looked at Chu Linyuan and actually put it away directly, and instantly felt a little incredulous, but he didn't say anything.

After practicing calligraphy, Song Ling thought that he could leave, but he didn't expect that Chu Linyuan seemed to be looking for trouble, and let himself accompany him to practice the sword, and he was stunned and didn't let him leave.

Song Ling finally said a little helplessly: "Lord Night, is it possible that you don't have anything of your own to do?"

"Isn't this the matter of this king? What? Could it be that following this king has wronged you?" Chu Linyuan put away his sword, took out a silk handkerchief, wiped the sweat on his head, and sneered.

"Come here, accompany this king to practice swords. Chu Linyuan took out the sword of the soldier on the side and threw it directly to Song Ling.

Song Ling subconsciously caught Chu Linyuan's sword, but before he could react, Chu Linyuan directly hit Song Ling is blow, Song Ling was shocked, and immediately took out his long sword to defend.

Under Chu Linyuan's inducement, Song Ling and Chu Linyuan fought back and forth, as if they wanted to capture the past, Chu Linyuan slowly induced Song Ling to give full play to his best strength.

And after Song Ling noticed this, his face instantly turned ugly, and he threw away the long sword in his hand.

Chu Linyuan's long sword pointed straight at him, and he almost stabbed Song Ling with a sword, but fortunately, Chu Linyuan reacted quickly enough, and the sword went sideways, just cutting a few strands of Song Ling's long hair.

"Song Ling, are you crazy?" Chu Linyuan put away his long sword and roared angrily, walked to Song Ling's side, and looked Song Ling up and down carefully, the worry in his eyes was self-evident.

Seeing that Chu Linyuan cared about himself so much, Song Ling's heart moved, Chu Linyuan was caring about himself?

"I'm not crazy, Lord Night, I don't want to play anymore. Song Ling's face was still indifferent, and his eyes were full of frost when he looked at Chu Linyuan.

Song Ling was most tired of temptation, Chu Linyuan's repeated temptations made Song Ling feel sick for a while, and his body was full of rejection.

"Then don't practice swords, go, this king will take you to ......" Chu Linyuan threw away the sword in his hand, and before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Song Ling.

"Lord Night Lord, what I'm saying is that I won't play anymore, I want to leave the Night King's Mansion, I want to go back!" Song Ling shook off Chu Linyuan's hand, exuding a strong sense of resistance.

The air around him instantly froze, and those soldiers bowed their heads one after another and did not dare to say anything, Chu Linyuan's expression was also extremely ugly, and his face was as black as if he could drip ink.

"Song Ling, the time hasn't come yet, can you come up with a backtrack?" Chu Linyuan sneered, and the meaning in his words was self-evident.

When Song Ling heard this, his face changed slightly, and he naturally understood what Chu Linyuan meant by this, seeing that Chu Linyuan didn't mean to let himself go at all, Song Ling had no choice but to dispel his thoughts and break free from Chu Linyuan's shackles: "Then I'm sleepy and go to sleep." ”

After speaking, Song Ling turned around and left without hesitation, and returned to the room, Song Ling angrily hugged the pillow and punched and kicked violently, and scolded in his mouth: "Damn Chu Linyuan!

I don't know if Song Ling was too involved, or if Chu Linyuan's steps were too light, and when Chu Linyuan approached, Song Ling still didn't find out.

Chu Linyuan looked at Song Ling's move, and a burst of anger reborn in his heart, and the expression on his face became more and more ugly, he didn't expect Song Ling to be so disgusted with himself.

"Song Ling, you are so disgusted with this king, why don't you just attack this king?" Chu Linyuan looked at Song Ling and said in a gloomy tone.

Song Ling heard the voice, and immediately jumped up, but ignored that he was on the bed, and slammed it directly on the bed beam.

"Hey, it hurts me. Song Ling screamed in pain, he didn't expect the bed beam of the Night King's Mansion to be so hard, touching his head, Song Ling wondered if he had been knocked out of a bag.

"Why are you so careless?Are you a pig?" Chu Linyuan subconsciously walked to Song Ling's side, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Song Ling's sore place, his eyes were full of blame and worry.

I've seen stupidity, but I've never seen such stupidity, I can actually knock on the bed beam.

Was this woman a pig in her last life?

"Isn't this because you suddenly stood behind?" Song Ling felt aggrieved in an instant, he was already in pain and was about to shed tears, but he didn't expect Chu Linyuan to scold himself.

Moreover, if it weren't for Chu Linyuan standing behind him unconsciously, how could he jump up in fright? Now he is complaining about himself.

"Is this the fault of this king?" you woman, ......" Chu Linyuan was about to reprimand Song Ling, but suddenly looked down at Song Ling with a look of grievance, and the words that were about to be said were instantly stuck in his throat.

It was as if he was being pinched hard by a pair of invisible big hands in his heart, and Chu Linyuan, who was in pain, was a little out of breath.

"Okay, okay, this king won't talk about it, you have a good rest, this king will go and get some hot water to give you a hot compress. Chu Linyuan sighed, then turned around and left.

Soon, Chu Linyuan brought hot water and sweat towel over, and seeing that Song Ling's head had already bulged a small bag, Chu Linyuan was even more distressed, and took the hot water soaked in the towel and wrung it out and put it directly on Song Ling's head.

Song Ling looked down and looked at Chu Linyuan's hand that was burned red by the hot water, and subconsciously said, "Lord Night, your hand is iron, isn't it hot?"

Is Chu Linyuan really stupid or what's wrong?

My hands are so hot that I don't know how to mix some cold water into them?

"It's okay, I'm applying it. Chu Linyuan ignored Song Ling's words, and then put the sweat towel into the hot water basin again, and was about to reach in, when Song Ling grabbed Chu Linyuan's hand.

The two of them looked at each other, the warm water vapor fluttered in the air, a hazy feeling hit, the two skin touched, Chu Linyuan's throat surged, and a hot breath was about to move.

Song Ling noticed Chu Linyuan's change and subconsciously let go of Chu Linyuan's hand, but Chu Linyuan had already knocked down Song Ling.

The night was sultry, and the moon was ashamed to hide in the clouds.