Han Ling didn't see him behind him, Han Su quietly tilted his head and stared at him, no, more accurately, at the book in his hand.

However, he didn't ask which book came from, and that was the obvious answer.

The movement of the stars draws a gorgeous orbit in the sky, and I don't know whose joy and whose sorrow are allude to it. Maybe it was under this same starry sky that a child like himself disappeared silently from his family, or maybe a town similar to Anqing burst into flames......

This is a person's simplest wish.

Stay alive.

Even if the sky is dark, everything is gone.

Han Ling found that there was still a kind of bastard's innate greed for life and fear of death in his bones, which could not be changed after a few lifetimes.

However, he thought, since there are always some things that can't be changed, it is better to try to change something else. For example, the desire to be upward, and the people you have.

Han Ling quietly closed the book and didn't read it any further.

After a brief wash, he went to look at the child, Jia Mingsheng was sleeping with his eyes open.

Han Ling: "......"

He tried to close the child's eyes, but the eyelids were like springs.

Press down and bounce up, press down and bounce up......

The big eyes were stunned in the night, and the candle flame danced in his eyes. In the end, although Han Ling looked very awkward, he had no choice but to give up.

For some reason, he always felt that this child was like he had an ominous aura, and everything related to him had an evil feeling.

Jia Mingsheng slowly sat up from the bed, stiffened, and after getting out of bed, he searched for his shoes and walked towards the door.

His face was expressionless, his eyes drooping, and he took various divine poses to cross the obstacles.

He kicked his slippers away, he tore the screen door, he rushed to the chicken coop, he crashed into the fence.

Han Ling's backyard has a few scarlet chickens, which are extremely fertile but have a pair of iron claws and like to build nests and lay eggs on the wall.

He chased after Jia Mingsheng and ran wildly, shouting: "Don't climb the wall......!

The child turned a deaf ear.

"Scratching with your bare hands......"

Han Ling couldn't get drunk anymore, he didn't want to go into the chicken coop, but those old hens were too fierce and cruel. He shouted loudly to get up and shut him up, and at the same time took a fork and went to block him outside the wall.

Just as Han Su rushed out of the house, Han Ling and Jia Mingsheng were frozen on the outer wall of the chicken coop with a fork.

The child was in a mess and miserable, but he still looked indistinct.

It stands to reason that Han Ling's strength is very strong, similar to that of a seven or eight-year-old child, but now he can't control him at all. Jia Mingsheng roared silently, like a mad lion about to break out of his cage.

Han Su came over, squinted his eyes, and pulled out a few small swords from his sleeve.

With a flick of his hand, he fixed it on his ear, and after a few consecutive blows, he fixed it under his ribs and on the side of his legs.

At the same time as the six small yellow swords were in place, a strange beast-shaped picture appeared on the wall covered with, like a phoenix but not a phoenix, and only a simple line outlined an ancient totem. The plate-sized pattern lit up and went out in the center of the little sword, and the golden light instantly disappeared on the struggling child.

Jia Mingsheng's eyes widened for a moment, and then quickly closed them again. Qingxiu's little face was already covered with sweat, and he frowned as if he was bearing something, and after a while, his eyebrows slowly stretched.

Somewhere far away.

In the dimly lit basement, there is a hint of greenery on the damp stone walls. There were many book fragments scattered on the floor, and insects and snakes were weaving through the mess, intertwining and stirring in the faint and swaying red pearl light.

A young man with long hair and a linen robe with gloomy eyes finally couldn't hold back his biting lower lip, and spit out a mouthful of blood with "wow".

There seems to be something else in this blood. More than half of the insects and snakes swarmed up, scrambling to lick the blood on the ground. The eyes of these reptiles show some strange colors. However, the other half of the worms and snakes retreated frantically, squeezing to the edge of the stone chamber, not daring to take a single step.

The cross-legged boy slowly collapsed, lying in a huge pile of wriggling snakes. The colorful insects and snakes turned a blind eye and instantly overwhelmed him.

A strange poisonous flower snake snaked down from the orb hanging from the ceiling, its head hanging in mid-air, and very gently approached the young man's cheek and licked and caressed, like a lover.

Back to Han Ling's side.

He watched with amusement and surprise as Han Su, a good father in Shenzhou, interrupted the other party's big move, and at the same time accompanied him to send the unconscious child to the hospital to wash and wash it, change his clothes and send him to bed.

I don't know what time this toss is. Han Ling woke up the next day only to feel back pain and leg cramps, but he had to force himself to go to school.

After yesterday's incident, the child was even more confused. Yesterday I was able to answer some questions, but today I ignored and made all kinds of stupidity.

"Mingsheng, don't lick the blade with your tongue. ”

"Mingsheng, don't play chicken. ”

"Mingsheng ......"

Han Su's serious expression was on the verge of ruin, the Han Ling he had raised before was obedient and obedient, but this was simply a peerless murder weapon to kill people invisibly.

Han Ling ran to school with a look of annoyance, everything was the same as yesterday, except that Meng Ni kept kneeling outside the door.

In fact, Han Ling really felt that this kid just had no intention of lying down and getting involved in the grievances and grievances of the main tributary, but this kind of sympathy was useless, in fact, all the sympathy in this world was useless without the next step.

Han Ling suddenly remembered that he had woken up too late in the morning, and he didn't have time to do the so-called body refining activities. I had no choice but to explain the reason to the master. The master was also surprised when he heard this, and said that he would find out the specific situation of his two brothers.

Han Ling didn't have much hope for this, and it was very likely that the family would have to accept a bear child to move in.

And Han Ling, the totem that flickered in the dark night last night, did not ask Han Su about its origin.

Everyone always has a story, sadness has no face but there are thousands of kinds, happiness is not plagiarized but always the same.

In the afternoon, Han Ling was the only one left in the third group, and the teenagers had become much closer to him after yesterday's events. But Han Ling felt that his choice was very wise, he knew that there was actually no gift from the snow mountain at all, the peak snow lotus, only sold for 999 or something, and the truth was probably what was said in that ancient book.

Therefore, although it may attract some people's attention, there is no risk in the short term.

Han Ling told them some stories or something in his spare time, and vaguely expressed his hope that this matter would be circulated locally and not be widely publicized. All beings say it should be so.

After learning the first style of Xiushui swordsmanship, Meng's happy day of private learning was over. Meng Ni never received the forgiveness of Old Master Meng. Han Ling was able to deeply understand the master's thoughts, or the monster incident that happened later in the afternoon stepped on his minefield. Probably, when the master was a child, he also had all kinds of struggles and all kinds of sorrows.

This means that the master has a good temper, and he will definitely kill him if he changes Han Ling.

Han Ling always felt that someone was staring at him from behind, but when he turned around, a large number of people didn't know who it was. He guessed that it was Meng Ju, and he heard that this kind of little master just likes to cover people, and he can't cover his swollen face. If that's the case, then things might be a bit of a big deal......

He stepped on the rhyme of dusk and went home to the rising evening star. No one came to pick it up today, so he and Meihui's car went back.

When I got home, I saw Hansu cleaning up the broken eggs on the ground little by little.

Before Han Ling could speak, Han Su asked first, "Can you send him away?"

“...... It doesn't seem to work," Han Ling hesitated as he remembered his master's instructions.

Hansu: "......"