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Today's performance: Ling Dengxian was scolded twice by Ms. Wesson, and A'ran was praised 2 times.

It was already pretty good! It was much better than the first time a week ago. At least Ms. Wesson wouldn't roll her eyes at him as soon as they met.

The main reason was that the coffee ingredients in that row were different. It was okay when there were few customers, but once the number of customers exceeded seven, Ling Dengxian might get confused. Fortunately, he finally started to get familiar with the business.

As for Ah Ran's women's clothing, Ling Dengxian said that after looking at it for a long time... it was pretty good, but he just couldn't accept it. He still had to be thankful that the owner of Yuanfang Coffee Shop, Ms. Weisen, liked the elegant style. If she was younger and liked the short skirt and hot pants style...

Ling Dengxian immediately stopped his wild thoughts. It was almost time to go to bed. If he didn't go to bed now, A'ran would come back and pester him to ask about the customs and characteristics of other countries in Terra.

Chi Yu slept in the corner of the bed - the corner of the bed. Yes, this little bastard only slept on a bed made of old clothes for one day on the first day he arrived. After that, he began to show his intention to log off. Ling Dengxian resisted, but he could not stop this little bastard from logging on. Once they broke up, he would not be able to withstand the other party's big move.

"I don't know what's going on... After reading those travel and humanities magazines, A'ran's interest seemed to have doubled, and his eyes almost seemed to have regained their sight and were shining." Ling Dengxian turned over, and the door happened to be opened. A familiar figure straightened his bangs and walked into the room.

The weather outside was getting colder day by day. The cold air brought in by A'ran when he opened the door made the two of them shrink back into the quilt, not even a toe was exposed outside.

"A'ran, why do you come back so late these days?" Ling Dengxian was very puzzled. Every time after get off work, A'ran would ask him questions while eating. After dinner, he would look outside the house with a strange expression and say he was going out. He would not return to the storage room until nearly eleven o'clock. This was quite strange, but A'ran acted as if nothing had happened. Ling Dengxian asked the reason several times, but A'ran pursed his lips and said that he was going to meet some old friends with bad tempers, so he would not take him with him.

But A'ran refused to say how many people there were, who they were, or where they were.

But this time Ling Dengxian felt something was wrong. Although the street light coming through the window was not very bright, he clearly saw the black wound on the back of the white-haired Carters' hand.

"Ah Ran, your hand..."

Ah Ran was startled and quickly hid his right hand behind his back. But since Ling Dengxian had already seen it, he would not let him fool him so easily: "Let me see your hand!"

A'ran tried to hide in vain, but was soon grabbed by the wrist by the young man and pulled onto the bed. His other hand was spread out, and a ball of white flame was calmly flowing in his palm. With the light of the white flame, the hideous black wound was exposed in front of him.

Ling Dengxian originally thought that he saw the wound as black because of a visual problem with light and shadow, but when the white flame illuminated half of the room, what made his pupils shrink was that the wound was indeed black.

The scabbing process was replaced by crystallization. The dark Originium crystals slightly reflected the light of the white flame. A'ran made a "woo" sound. Ling Dengxian did not let go of his hand, but lightened his strength.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ling Dengxian was very angry.

"...When the stone in your hand hurts, it can be very dangerous." A'ran forced a smile, and then sat opposite Ling Dengxian in silence with their knees resting against each other.

"My ability can relieve pain." Ling Dengxian indicated that his flame would not burn people, but A'ran pulled his hand back before he could put out the flame. Ling Dengxian saw an emotion in his eyes that he had never expected: fear.

"Why... are you afraid of me?" Ling Dengxian looked incredulous, with white flames surging, and he was also uneasy.

"...No, I'm not afraid of you. I don't know why I should be afraid of you, it's just... my spirit and my intuition are trembling. No... You, Ling Dengxian, look carefully, don't use your eyes, use something deeper, look at me." A'ran's words seemed to have a guiding power. Ling Dengxian closed his eyes, and the light of the street lamps outside the window and the sound of the cold wind gradually faded away. But when he was really calm, he "saw" something again under A'ran's guidance.

The first was the white flame beside him. It was exactly the same as what one sees with the naked eye, but Ling Dengxian felt a stinging pain. It was not the pain that hurt himself, but the pain that was transmitted to him by the person who guided him through some special "empathy".

Ling Dengxian immediately retracted the white flame, and at the same time, the strange state of observation also disappeared. Ling Dengxian was at a loss. The white flame did not touch A'ran's body from beginning to end, but A'ran was "burned" without any contact!

"Impossible!" Ling Dengxian knew his white flame very well. It could not only heal the caster himself, but Chi Yu had also been cured of external injuries more than once.

He could even be sure that the temperature of the white flame would not exceed 37.5 degrees Celsius!

However, he had indeed felt the burns that A'ran had suffered just now, which was unbelievable.

A'ran must be hiding something from him. He thought about it and decided not to ask. If A'ran wanted him to know, she would not hide it. He believed that A'ran would not harm him.

"... Lake." A'ran opened his mouth.

"what?"

"Last time you mentioned the chivalrous legends of the strange people and events in the martial arts world of Yan State."

"...Do you want to continue? After what happened just now?" Ling Dengxian smiled bitterly, "Let's go see a doctor tomorrow."

"That's tomorrow's business." Ah Ran regained his usual stubbornness on this matter. "I can't fall asleep for a while tonight. Let's talk. I want to listen."

"Where's that magazine? Bring it here." Ling Dengxian searched in a corner of the bed and found the not-too-thick picture album.

"I haven't bothered you to describe the appearance of these countries in detail before. Tonight is the right time." A'ran pulled him to lie on the bed side by side and turned on the bedside lamp.

"...Okay. First of all, the cover is the neon traffic of Longmen in Yan Country..." Ling Dengxian looked at his destination, feeling somewhat helpless. Then he began to describe the architecture of Longmen to A'ran.

"The twin towers of Leitania... the snow-covered holy mountain of Kjerag... the steel jungle of Columbia... the sanctuary of Lateran... the yellow sand and rainforest of Sargon... the seashore of Iberia... the beach and music festival of Xiosta... Minos... huh?"

Ling Dengxian looked down and found that Carters had fallen asleep without him noticing. This surprised him a little. If he remembered correctly, this should be the first time that A'ran fell asleep before him.

Pain makes people tired.

Ling Dengxian gently turned off the lights, and after lying down next to A'ran, he looked at the ceiling and then subconsciously raised his hand.

Ling Dengxian felt like he had discovered something suspicious about his white flame, but he still didn't know where to start.

"Xiaoxie? Are you there?" Ling Dengxian couldn't help but ask again.

His response was again from a distance.

The blue-black figure who witnessed the whole process also closed his eyes and fell asleep.