Demon Lord, he doesn't stop dropping his horse

Yin Ning was stunned for a moment, then smiled and stroked Lan Liang's head, with a look of relief on his face: "Your apprentice has grown up, and you know how to love him as a teacher?"

Lan Liang looked up at Yin Ning, opened his mouth to ask something, and turned a corner as soon as the words came out: "I'm hungry."

"What to eat?"

"It's all right." Lan Liang looked down, staring at the pattern on the chest of Yin Ning's clothes, and said again: "I want Master to do it."

"Okay, you wait for me first."

When Yin Ning turned around and wanted to cook for him, Lan Liang held Yin Ning's hand, and he pursed his lips: "Shall I take a rest first?"

Without waiting for Yin Ning to answer, he directly dragged him to the bed in the house, pointed to the quilt that was rolled into a ball and couldn't find the corners: "Sleep for a while first?"

Yin Ning: "..."

Lan Liang looked at the quilt that seemed to have a deep hatred with him, thought for a while, and finally climbed up to spread it out, and then pulled Yin Ning to make him lie down: "Sleep!"

Yin Ning was lying on the bed with his head held down by Lan Liang for no reason, and raised his eyebrows at him, "Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm not very hungry yet." Lan Liang covered him with a quilt manually, covering the parts below Yin Ning's head tightly: "I'll call you after Master rests."

Lan Liang took Mazha to the side of the bed, sat down, and held the book in his hand: "Hu Ke gave this to me, and he called it a story book. Telling this book before going to bed will help you sleep."

"I'll tell you a story."

"Then there's no need..." Yin Ning wanted to stop her, but changed her words in a flash: "Speak."

Lan Liang was sitting upright, as solemn as if he was reading a prayer instead of telling a story, and he read the story written in the book with a sweet and soft voice: "He looked at the back of the child, and couldn't imagine how the six-year-old child thought of him. When his parents were wiped out, the child didn’t cry or make trouble, but just stared at the pair of desperate mandarin ducks. He stepped forward and said to the child to follow me, and the child turned around and looked up at them calmly. There is no emotion in his dark eyes..."

"Stop!" Yin Ning frowned, this is not a story at all, it is clearly written...

He stopped Lan Liang from continuing to read, took the book from the other party's hand, and flipped through it backwards. He guessed right, the next thing he wrote was the life of him and Lan Liang for ten years. In the book, Yin Ning's mentality was written It is also completely correct.

Yin Ning narrowed his eyes and stuffed the book into his arms. Someone was watching them all the time, but he hadn't noticed the other party. Yin Ning Lanliang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "This book is very interesting. I think of myself as a teacher." Check it out. Can you tell me who gave you this book?"

"I don't know." Lan Liang really didn't know. When he entered the door, he saw something wrapped in sheepskin with a letter on it, saying it was an early birthday present for Lan Liang.

The answer was within Yin Ning's expectation, he didn't get too entangled, he just kept his mind on it.

Originally, he thought that Lan Liang had only one book, but he took a book from the desk, cleared his throat, and started to read, not forgetting to introduce: "This book is called "Fairy Tale of Fu Ni."

"Ten million years ago, a fox was born out of the sky. It looked at the strange environment in front of it ignorantly. The green grass, the luxuriant woods, the majestic mountain peaks, and the majestic waterfall .” Lan Liang frowned after reading this paragraph, and did not forget to comment: “This description is so nonsense.”

"The fox is an ordinary red fox. When it was first born, it was the only fox at this time. It practiced diligently, and after 1 years, it finally took the shape of a human. The red fox looked at its reflection on the water. The figure is a handsome young man."

"But the red fox didn't know what a human being was, and had never seen a human being. For a while, he thought he had become a monster. He began to have trouble sleeping and eating, unable to eat, and finally died of depression, dying in the place where he was just born."

Lan Liang closed the book and said seriously, "It's over."

Yin Ning: "..."

"Finished?" No matter how calm Yin Ning was, he couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitching.

Lan Liang thought he wanted to hear another story, so he shook his head and refused, "It's said in the book that this story can only be told once a day, and it can only be told before going to bed."

"...Then you are quite disciplined."

"That's right." Lan Liang accepted the compliment without hesitation.

"Master, it's time for you to sleep." Lan Liang stepped forward to tuck the quilt for him again.

"Okay." Yin Ning couldn't resist him, so he nodded in agreement: "You go out first, and call me in two hours."

Lan Liang walked out of the room and closed the door gently, looking at Yi Gangcuo and Xian Jiangyou not far away, he stayed with Yin Ning for a while.Yi Gangcuo lay down in Xian Jiangyou's arms, Lan Liang turned his gaze to Xian Jiangyou, and walked over.

He opened his mouth and hit straight: "Why are you hugging my senior brother?"

Xian Jiangyou raised her eyebrows: "You guess?"

Lan Liang was silent for a moment, then said firmly, "You want to poison him."

"Where would I be willing to poison him?" Xian Jiangyou stared at his small satchel: "You didn't experiment with your senior brother every day when you were young, did you?"

"No." Lan Liang replied to him, "I'm not willing."

But he was quite willing to spend his money, Lan Liang silently added the second half of the sentence in his heart.

"I won't tell you anymore." Xian Jiangyou picked up Yi Gangcuo and passed Lan Liang, "My little vinegar will catch a cold if he stays outside."

"Your house?" Lan Liang stared blankly at Xian Jiangyou's back, something flashed through his mind, but he couldn't catch it.

"Brother..."

Lan Liang didn't care about them any more, he squatted on the ground and pulled out almost half of the weeds. Two hours later, his stomach was grumbling, and Lan Liang stood up and rushed to the room.

"I'm hungry—" Lan Liang thought that Yin Ning was still sleeping, but when he looked on the couch, he couldn't find anyone. He froze, and then found Yin Ning who was reading beside the desk, and his stiff body instantly relaxed.

"Hungry?" Yin Ning got up and changed Lan Liang into a cloak of the same color as his clothes, tied it on him, and took his hand: "Let's go, I'll take you to the small kitchen in the back mountain to make food."

"Ah."

It has to be said that even if the food Yin Ning cooked was bland, it could not stand up to the superb cooking skills, Lan Liang still ate two extra bowls.

Watching Lan Liang put down the bowl and chopsticks and touching his stomach, Yin Ning asked, "Are you full?"

Lan Liang was taken aback, and his intuition from living with Yin Ning for many years told him that Yin Ning's question would never do anything good, but he still nodded honestly: "I'm full."

"It's fine when you're full." Yin Ning smiled at him.

Lan Liang: "..."

The bad feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

Lan Liang looked up at the woods that couldn't see the top, and there was a black mist inside. If the previous test was an illusion, this time it was a real environment.

He finally knew where the bad premonition came from, silently wrote a note to Yin Ning in his heart, wrapped his cloak tightly, and walked inside.

Recalling Yin Ning's instructions to him: "Zi Que, pass through this forest, and I will wait for you at the exit."

Then Yin Ning disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The fog this time was much thicker than in the illusion, and it was still black, and the blue beam would inevitably hit the tree.

After taking a few steps, Lan Liang's head came into close contact with the big tree, and the branches and leaves on the tree shook a few times.Lan Liang covered the swollen bump on his head, holding back the tears that came out of him.

"Guji Guji~" A strange creature came from the black mist, it was more appropriate to say it was rolling than walking, it was a white furry like a walking glutinous rice ball.

Maybe the little guy was too weak to attack. Lan Liang squatted down and stretched out his hand to touch it. As a result, the fluffy glutinous rice balls, which seemed to have no attack power at first, opened their mouths to reveal a row of fangs, and moved towards Lan Liang. He took a hard bite on his arm.

A row of bloody teeth marks appeared on Lan Liang's arm, and a blue light burst out from his forehead, turning into a little man the size of a thumb, stabbing at the little beast with a sword.

"Don't bully my master!"

The little ferocious beast sensed the danger and ran away immediately, but the little man persevered in chasing it.Lan Liang sat cross-legged on the ground, silently took out a handful of peanuts from his pocket, and began to be a crowd of onlookers.

From time to time, cheer up and shout.

The little man returned with his sword on his shoulder, and from his arrogant posture, it could be seen that he had won the battle.He wiped the tip of his nose with his thumb: "Master, I'm not serious!"

Lan Liang stared at him for a while: "Who are you?"

Little man: "..."

"I am your sword spirit! Sword spirit!" The sword spirit almost roared out this sentence.

Lan Liang: "?"

Seeing Lan Liang's confused face, Jian Ling gave up struggling and simply explained to him.Lan Liang suddenly realized, and said again: "Do I have a sword?"

"Yes, if you don't have a sword, there won't be me!"

Lan Liang and Jian Ling looked at each other in silence for a while: "Oh."

Sword Spirit: "..."

"Leave the sword spirit." Lan Liang also finished watching the scene, and greeted this little thing who didn't know where he came from. He didn't lose a sword spirit for nothing.

"Master, my name is not Sword Spirit." Sword Spirit flew over: "You can give me a name."

Lan Liang glanced at him: "It's called soy sauce."

"Ah?" Sword Spirit touched his little head with his short hand: "Why is it called this?"

Lan Liang curled his lips at him maliciously: "There is no reason."

Although he didn't know what Lan Liang was doing, the sword spirit who got the name was still a little happy, even though the name didn't seem very reliable.

"Owner!"

Lan Liang hit the tree again, the same position, the same wound, the same pain.He held his wound and waited for a while, soy sauce flew over and said, "I just wanted to tell you to be careful of the tree in front of you, but you walked too fast, and you didn't have time to stop..."

This time was different, a face appeared at the place where he was hit just now, like the face of an old man, with mustache and brows, his eyes moved slowly, and finally stayed on Lan Liang's body.

Lan Liang watched the tree in front of him writhing and a human face appeared. He stood there in a daze, blinking his eyes very slowly, and didn't realize what happened at all.