Chapter 28: My seat came back after stealing a kiss
In Xianghuolin Palace, Cong Ran once begged Yue Lao for a red thread. The cloud curtain rolled up above the begging building, and the vast sea of people was looking for someone, but how did he know that even if he pulled the thread, he still couldn't withstand the arrangement of fate. The reason why people are sentimental is because they have
The passion she had given up before was destined to be alone until old age. Once the so-called love between children and children was involved... the beating heart in her chest was like being severely strangled by a rope.
The deeper the love, the heavier the missing, and the stronger the pain.
To this day, Cong Ran needs to soak in the medicine pool for an hour before going to bed and light soothing incense in the house to relieve the pain.
In fact, Ran had experienced similar pain before, but he thought it was nothing more than the pain he was used to, so he should be indifferent to others, but he couldn't.
It hurt, gritted her teeth, and she could get through it. Cong Ran thought that she would live in endless pain all her life, but his appearance made her look forward to every day in the future.
Last time Ye Chen said that the smell of medicine on her body was unpleasant, so he smelled the cold floral fragrance the next day, and Ye Chen felt guilty about this for a while.
Xiao Jiu is a spiritual pet with low cultivation level. He can't even transform into a human form. He is useless except for being cute and eating three meals a day. But Cong Ran doesn't dislike it. When the weather turns cold, he always likes to put it on his head. Ye Chen has a reply.
Asked if she was afraid of the cold, she nodded and shook her head, saying that hairpins and headdresses are dead things, and if they are living things, there is someone who can talk.
It's also good to accompany you.
For example, now that she is the head of the sect, she is in a place where tens of thousands of people admire her, so she should be noble and look down upon all living beings. When she leaves, no one will ask her to stay, and no one will follow her to accompany her.
Walk for a while.
Only the silly ferret was lying on his head.
The Little Nine is afraid of saying the wrong thing, so it mostly acts as a listener. The words it says the most are probably "It's sinful."
Indeed, from the day when Ran accepted Ye Chen as his disciple, I don’t know when the fate will end, but it seems vaguely that it will be soon.
"If the red thread is broken, I should have expelled him from the school." Congran didn't hold an umbrella, and snowflakes fell on his shoulders.
In her previous life, she couldn't seem to remember when he was expelled from her school. She had lived for too long, carrying the memories of two lifetimes, and she felt tired. She wanted to dig a grave for herself, lie down and sleep forever.
The urge to wake up.
Ran walked into the main hall of Liangzhou Hall in a daze, and Xiaojiu walked away knowingly. She entered the room, blew out the candle lamp, and looked at the flickering firelight, looking dazed.
I still remember that in my previous life, when Ye Chen was still a naughty dumpling, he loved to cling to himself. One day, little Ye Chen followed Cong Ran. As long as she walked, he followed as long as she walked. Two figures, one long and one short, fell down the tens of thousands of steps.
.
The night in the mountains was empty, there were no people, and the air was cold and cold. Xiao Yechen's hands were so cold that they had no warmth. From the moment Ran Gang held his hand, he thought it was some lonely soul from the barren mountains who came to mess with him.
A living person with yang energy.
The little man's body has warmed up a bit, and his hands that are no longer cold are pressed against his palms.
There were no withered marks, and there was no black mist escaping from practicing forbidden arts. Over the next few years, these hands gradually became slender and strong, and the muscles and bones were well-proportioned.
Just like back then.
Xiao Yechen turned his head to look at the side of the mountain hidden in black, and saw the clear shadow of the lake. He stared at it for a few seconds, and then looked up at the top of the mountain. There was nothing to see on the top of the mountain, it was a black mass, but the full moon was high.
Hang up in the air.
The full moon, which so many yellow beams had never dreamed of waiting for, appeared so easily.
"You're getting better. You can still stay in a daze while walking." Cong Ran shook his hand and said, "Wake up."
The moon was so bright that Xiao Ye was startled and looked away from the full moon.
They walked along the mountain road towards the top of the mountain. The moonlight illuminated the road and it was not difficult to walk. However, after walking a few steps, the robe at Ran's feet swayed slightly, not as if it was blown by the wind.
In the peripheral vision, someone moved closer to her unsteadily, with his head down and not saying anything. I don't know if he was trying to use his robe to block the wind or if he was just trying to pester her again.
Like a petal that is picked up silently.
Provided that the burqa at her feet did not get wet.
"You kid, why do you cry silently? You just shed tears." Cong Ran knelt down and took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears.
Xiao Yechen raised his face and tried his best to hold back the tears, but more tears fell down: "If you touch me, will you die too?"
Cong Ran saw that he wanted to hug her but was afraid to hug her legs, so he simply pulled her into his arms and picked her up in the air: "Nonsense, I am very tough, even if you are a evil star, you can't kill me."
…
When we finally reached the top of the mountain, the temperature became strangely mild. When Xiao Yechen heard the voices, he subconsciously crawled into Cong Ran's arms in fear, and his breathing became rapid.
Unexpectedly, there was more laughter on the side, chirping like sparrows, a bit lively.
He was still sitting on Cong Ran's arm. He was stunned for a moment and saw that the window in the wooden house was pushed open from the inside. Two heads, one on the left and one on the right, poked out and started shouting.
The one on the left said: "The Immortal Lord has picked up another doll and returned!"
The one on the right shouted in a very similar voice, "Come back, come back!"
"They walk so slowly."
"I've been waiting for most of the day. I don't care if I wait a little longer."
Those are the Shaoyao sisters who were raised in Danling Mountain and became spirits.
They huddled together in a noisy manner, and their human form could not last long, becoming two peonies huddled together, which always made people suspect that the scene that almost caused a bloody storm in the herb pile was just a more realistic dream.
At this moment, the moon was not as round as before. Although the heat was escaping from the room, it was not very hot inside. The burning candles were extinguished, and the difference between hot and cold temperatures caused a cloud of white mist to form on the windows.
Congran relighted the candle, stood up straight, hooked up a ball of clean cotton thread from the side of the couch, and wrapped it around his slender fingers, one after another, using a lot of force, and the fingertips turned white.
, until he became numb, he let go of his hand as if he was willing to give up.
Staring at the dead hand, there was blood flowing through it, and the habitual movement of curling his fingers was heartbreaking.
There were several knocks on the door.
"Tuk Tuk"
It was so quiet that even the sound of insects could be heard, so there was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Master?" Ye Chen's tall shadow was projected on the paper on the door. He did not come in, but stood outside hesitantly.
"Well, what's the matter?" Cong Ran responded, wrapping the cotton thread around the front of his index finger, biting off the long thread, and tying it cleanly at the last knot.
"I have medicinal oil here, and I would like to give some to Master."
Without permission, Ye Chen pushed the door open.
The door creaked.
A cotton rope is hooked from the raised finger, and the end of the rope is tied to the chest, with an object similar to a silver needle hanging in the middle. Scarlet blood mixed with thick black is moving along the "silver needle"
dripping.
"L--"
She was about to refuse and sternly drive Ye Chen away, but stopped when she raised her eyes and saw him.
The mountain wind, howling ghosts and howling wolves, fiercely brushed past his side. When he stepped into the threshold, it spread out strangely, like a child, sneaking in and running to the table in the room, flicking the candle.
Congran took a deep breath, and the flickering candlelight reflected in her eyes. She froze in this movement, and after a moment of silence, she blinked, and the faint light melted away.
Ye Chen was holding a plate with medicated oil on it. He walked over and stopped by the couch. He was not in a hurry to put the plate down, but looked down at Cong Ran. His peach blossom eyes flickered subtly, and his eyes swept over Cong Ran's eyes again and again.
Fall back.
The eyes of the person watching are dark and gloomy, and the expression of the person being watched is blank.
"Is this the old injury that Master is referring to?"
There was a pause in the movement of Ran pulling out the thread and putting it away.
After a moment, she lowered her head and bit off the long thread stained red on her fingertips. Then she raised her head and met Ye Chen's lowered eyes.
"The black blood is obviously poisoned not long ago. But the master has not fought with anyone recently, so." Ye Chen suddenly approached and knelt boldly by Cong Ran's leg with one foot, "Master uses fire to fight fire.
What kind of method can you use to treat old illnesses? Although I have never read any medicine, this kind of treatment treats the symptoms but not the root cause, and may even aggravate the condition. Please stop using it, Master."
Cong Ran pursed her lips and backed away, leaning her back against the wall. She remained silent for a while in the other's fiery eyes, then blinked lightly and looked away: "No, I can't even make it through tonight."
Ye Chen took a deep breath.
She laughed at herself: "My body is no longer what it was before. Let me tell you frankly, in a few years, your cultivation will be higher than mine, and I have sacrificed my cultivation just to save my life. My body is no longer what it was before."
I'm thinking, if the day comes, I might as well choose to blow myself up."
"But you didn't have this situation three years ago." Ye Chen put the plate on the bed in a panic, pressed down on Cong Ran, and asked, "Is it the Soul Killing Cult? The demons violated your elixir? I
You know, those bastards like dogs love to play dirty."
Cong Ran interrupted: "It's just enduring the pain, what's the difficulty? I've always been pretending, you can clearly see it."
"Why...pretend?"
The medicinal oil bottle shook twice.
You should know and ask questions knowingly.
Congran moved her lower lips but made no sound.
"No wonder Taoist Wuwei blamed you for not taking care of your body." Ye Chen's voice was low and deep, and he half-knelt in front of Cong Ran in an oppressive manner, "I didn't expect that you really don't take your body seriously. You pretend to be immortal, and you have
To suppress people with evil intentions, because of your extremely high level of cultivation, or are you afraid that I will be angry if I find out about it, or that I will be reckoned with?"
"You are just my disciple! Will I be afraid that you will be angry?" Cong Ranhu raised his voice, mixed with countless anger.
The main hall of Liangzhou Hall is actually very large and wide, and when the sound is heard, there is an echo. However, their voices are only heard in this small corner.
If it weren't for the fact that Ran Qiji's voice was a little louder.
No one can hear clearly except each other.
It's like a halo of candlelight shining on the table.
Ye Chen's slapped hands were placed on his bent knees. He went to get the blood-stained cotton thread that was thrown aside. He hung it on his little finger, long and short. He plucked it unconsciously and said: "Master
You are not afraid that I will be angry. I saw that Master has a bad look on his face and has come back in a hurry. He must be ill. I have been thinking about it for a long time. I can't sleep at night and I don't know what to eat, so I rush to see you."
Exhale through your nose.
He added: "Then why don't you pretend again?"
This time, Congran didn't answer immediately.
The fire flickered for two or three times before she spoke out: "Because I can't hide it anymore, my body is almost reaching its limit."
If she can't find a cure within a hundred years, she may be bedridden.
"If it were Xie Fang who showed up now, would you tell him what you just said?"
"This is true no matter who you are. I don't like to lie."
Cong Ran's voice was hoarse, and she could clearly feel that there was something stuck in her throat. Because she turned her face away, the lines on her neck were tense, and Ye Chen looked at the blue blood vessels on it beating. What happened to my little master in this life?
Everything has changed, but there is an innate stubbornness that is even more stubborn than in the previous life.
It seems like no one can change it.
No one could persuade her.
But when she finished saying this, she turned around and raised her head to look at Ye Chen, both big and small, who was lying on her body. Her dark eyes were filled with mist from lingering pain, slightly bright and moist...
If the young master were compared to a sword, it would definitely be able to cut iron as well as clay. But even this kind of sharp edge hidden in the bones suddenly took away the energy and turned into a thin shell.
A shell that breaks when poked.
Even the look he looked at himself had a fragile look, which lasted for a moment.
He suddenly lost his temper.
"Since you came to save the world, you have either been thinking about leaving or competing with your senior brother to compare your cultivation, ability, likability, and clinginess. So far, who has won and who has lost?"
Her tone was still stubborn, her voice was low, and she said a few words in a breathy tone, but there were a few more things.
"I didn't win or lose..."
Ye Chen was holding one end of the cotton thread, and the other end was placed on Cong Ran's index finger, like a red thread holding their hands. She curled her hanging fingers, and the shadow of the thread under the light swayed slightly, and Ye Chen had
Pinch the cotton thread as if prompted.
Then he saw her leaning her head against the wall, raising her head slightly and squinting her eyes, saying, "That's all, you can settle the accounts however you want. Of course, if it was Xie Fang, my teacher would not say this."
Why should we emphasize thanking one party?
All the thoughts dormant deep in my heart were stirred up one by one.
An unrealistic idea came up.
The candle burned brighter, and the swaying shadow scratched his fingertips and fell in Ye Chen's eyes, like a lamp disturbed by the wind.
Ye Chen's throat rolled, he bit his lip and thought to himself: Master is really a goblin.
His long and slightly curled eyelashes drooped, covering his eyes. He stretched out his hand to hook the thread hanging from Ran's fingers. His two hands touched together and he could feel the other person's body temperature. Ye Chen straightened the cotton thread and folded it at an extremely slow speed.
, no more random shaking.
Congran was in a confused mood.
Then he looked at his fingers and let the person in front of him fiddle with the cotton thread.
Just when Congran was about to pull away his hand and push it away, the next second, the hand that was entangled with cotton thread that could not be distinguished was clasped between her fingers. She trembled for a moment, and then someone lifted her chin, and his hand gently
Hold it.
If she had less strength, she would be able to break away instantly; if she had more strength, it would be painful.
Warm and even breaths gently hit the gap between Cong Ran's slightly parted lips. The two faces were so close that the wind waving through her eyelashes could be felt.
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Settle accounts? How does he have the qualifications to settle accounts?
I don't want to settle accounts with her.
It's just that I feel sorry for her so much, hate her for being so indifferent, and want her to suffer a little and learn a lesson from now on. Don't try to make your body into steel again. You are not afraid of tiredness or pain. Even if you leave a knife mark as big as the mouth of a bowl, you don't want to.
A squeak.
However, beat, reluctant to give up, rebuke, reluctant to give up.
How can you be cruel enough to punish a baby who is in a dilemma, holding it at the top of your heart and worrying that it will be transformed?
Ye Chen had done all kinds of bad things in his previous life, and he came here specifically to atone for his sins in this life, fearing that he would be punished one day.
This is probably what is called one thing reducing one thing.
He secretly kissed the little master. The speed was so fast that there was no reaction, as if the skin was brushing unconsciously. Congran was still wondering about his intimacy, and pain came from his chest.
At a certain moment, she suddenly heard Ye Chen's voice, which seemed to be asking: "Did Master fall ill again that night when he soaked in Lingquan Pool?"
Cong Ran swallowed the sweetness in his throat, stepped aside slightly, and whispered: "Well, I asked Fang Fang to help make the medicine."
No wonder...
That day, Xie Fang's body would smell just like the person who fed him water when he was unconscious.
Ye Chen rolled from her body onto the bed, lying flat on his back half-dead. He tilted his head to ease his unsteady breathing, and then turned his face. His dark pupils projected a figure with his back against the wall, red ears, and thick eyelashes.