Yang Xiaocong, the new hero

"I refuse, even if I die."

Yang Xiaocong admits that she has an obsession with mental cleanliness, and changing her heart is actually no big deal to her, but if the partner is Ren Yingying, she can't accept anything.

Not wanting to hear Ping Yizhi's persuasion again, Yang Xiaocong pulled the leader and went out.

Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying were still in the hall and did not leave.

"Dong..." Miss Fang, before Linghu Chong could call out, Dongfang was dragged away by Yang Xiaocong.

Ren Yingying pulled Linghu Chong's sleeve and said, "Brother Chong, I'm tired, let's go back to the room and rest."

Linghu Chong looked away from the door, looked at Ren Yingying who was being tortured by the Three Corpse Brain God Pill, and finally said considerately: "Okay."

"Yang'er." Dongfang let someone pull him, and felt that the speed of the person in front had slowed down significantly.

"You also want me to change hearts with Ren Yingying?" A muffled voice came to his ears.

Dongfang was silent for a while, and said: "I hope you can be well."

Feeling the loosening of his hand, Dongfang's heart tightened.

"If I change my heart with that woman, I won't be me anymore. How can I be good?"

"Yang'er." Dongfang felt a sudden pain in his heart, "You are you, no matter what you become, I will always be by your side."

"But, I don't want to change my heart with the woman I hate." Yang Xiaocong pointed to his chest and murmured in a low voice: "This place belongs to you only, and it can only live in you. I don't want to give it to others."

Dongfang stepped forward to hold Yang Xiaocong's hand, and said softly, "If you don't want to, we won't change it, okay?"

"Really?" Feeling the warmth from the palm of his hand, Yang Xiaocong smiled.

"When did I ever lie to you, huh?" Dongfang unconsciously caressed Yang Xiaocong's cheek, fingers lingering on the scar.

"Itchy~" Yang Xiaocong giggled.

Dongfang withdrew his hand helplessly, "Let's go back and ask the genius doctor if there is any other way."

"Okay~" Yang Xiaocong closed his eyes and said softly, "Let's go back..."

"Yang Er? Yang Er?" Feeling the pressure on his left shoulder suddenly increased, Dongfang shook the people around him.

"Yanger?"

There was no response, and Yang Xiaocong leaned against Dongfang.

"How is he?" Dongfang asked Ping Yizhi.

"Toxins are starting to invade his brain."

Yang Xiaocong woke up leisurely, just in time to see his leader bring a bowl of medicine over.

"Are you awake?" Dongfang's eyes lit up.

Yang Xiaocong supported the bed with both hands, sat up, and leaned his back against the bed rail.

"Drinked."

There was an extra bowl in front of the little white face, and the black liquid in the bowl was still exuding a bitter taste.

Knowing that he couldn't refuse, Yang Xiaocong pinched his nose with one hand and drank the bowl with the other.

Um... really bitter.

The little white face frowned, and suddenly a magnified face appeared in front of his eyes, and then his lips were touched softly, something moist slipped through the gap between his lips, and when Yang Xiaocong opened his lips, a round object entered In his own mouth, there were bursts of sweetness.

Yang Xiaocong was so dazed that he didn't even know that the other party had left the corner of his lips.

"How about it, sweet, I went to the market to buy it." Seeing someone's dumbfounded look, Dongfang chuckled.

Happiness came so suddenly, Yang Xiaocong subconsciously licked the corners of his lips, it was really...very sweet.

"Are you hungry?"

Yang Xiaocong rubbed his stomach, "A little bit."

"There is porridge in the kitchen, I'll serve it for you~"

"Good~"

Dongfang smiled and patted Yang Xiaocong's head, then went out.Yang Xiaocong was still in a daze, feeling unreal, was that really the leader of her family just now?

"Why are you in a daze? Get out of bed and drink porridge."

"Oh." Yang Xiaocong got up quickly, putting on his clothes and socks.

"Is it good to drink?" Dongfang looked at Yang Xiaocong who took a sip.

"Yes." Yang Xiaocong nodded.

"I boiled that with my own hands."

"Huh?" The little white face's eyes widened. Her family leader is not only good at martial arts, but also can cook.

"Drink more." Dongfang served Yang Xiaocong another bowl.

"Okay~" Yang Xiaocong scooped up the spoon, really wanted to drink them all...

Patting his swollen stomach, Yang Xiaocong burped, "...It seems that I accidentally ate too much."

"I didn't expect that you could finish them all..." Dongfang brought over all the porridge she cooked.

"Well, what about Ping Yizhi?" Yang Xiaocong began to change the subject unnaturally.

"He went to dispense the medicine." Dongfang glanced at the pharmacy coolly, "I was rushed by those two people."

"I want to go to the market." Yang Xiaocong said.

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

Yang Xiaocong felt that today's leader is very talkative.

The town at the foot of the mountain is brightly lit, and the night market is particularly lively at night.

"Look, that person can breathe fire!" Yang Xiaocong dragged the leader into the crowd and yelled excitedly when he saw someone performing acrobatics.

"Is it very powerful?" Dongfang asked back.

"Of course it's very powerful." Yang Xiaocong clapped his hands excitedly.

"Small tricks, I'll teach you some other day." Dongfang didn't take it seriously, it's just juggling.

"Candied haws are sold in front!" Yang Xiaocong pointed at the bridge, as if he had discovered a new world, "I remember you love candied haws, right?"

Dongfang's heart softened, "Do you still remember?"

"Of course." Yang Xiaocong led Dongfang out of the crowd and came to the vendor, "Two bunches of candied haws."

"Okay." The peddler skillfully took off two strings and handed them to Yang Xiaocong, "It's four Wen in total."

"Okay, total..." Yang Xiaocong touched his waist and prepared to take out the money.After taking out one empty, the hand froze.

"Yang'er." Dongfang smiled half-smile, "Did you bring money with you when you went out?"

Yang Xiaocong smiled awkwardly, and flatteringly discussed with the peddler: "Brother, can you buy it on credit first?"

Just when the peddler was about to turn his face, Dongfang smiled and took out the silver, "Give me two more strings."

Nibbling on the candied haws, Yang Xiaocong muttered, "You brought the money and said so sooner."

"You didn't ask me." Dongfang expressed his innocence.

"It made me have the cheek to get close to him~" Yang Xiaocong hummed.

The smile on Dongfang's face gradually grew stronger, "Yang Er, you are like this, um, very cute~"

The evening breeze was gentle, and the waves were rippling on the shore of Panyang Lake. On the river, the river lanterns were shaking, and the golden candlelight lit up the faces of the two of them.

"Do you still remember this place?" Yang Xiaocong asked.

"The river lantern is very beautiful." Dongfang faced the wind, "I could only feel it last time, but this time I really saw it."

"I just don't know where the two lamps you and I put have gone now."

The figure in white was reflected in Yang Xiaocong's eyes, "It's right here, the first time I put the ring in your hand."

"It was my fault, and you gave it back to me later."

"Now." Yang Xiaocong took out the ring from his pocket, and gently placed it in the palm of the leader, "Can you accept it again?"

"The story of the ring, I want to hear it. You said you would tell me." The cold touch fell on the palm of the hand, and the five fingers of Dongfang folded and clenched tightly.

"A story." Yang Xiaocong lowered his head, unable to see the emotion on his face clearly, "Actually, there is no special story. In my hometown, it is a kind of commemoration. You will think of me when you look at it." The true meaning of the ring Yang Xiaocong did not Said that he was about to die, what qualifications did he have to say.

"Yang'er, as I said, I will always be with you." Sensing Yang Xiaocong's depressed mood, Dongfang said firmly.

"It's windy, let's go back." Yang Xiaocong raised his head and smiled.

"Well, it's up to you. If you want to go back, we will go back."

In the days that followed, Dongfang treated Yang Xiaocong so well that it was outrageous. Who would have thought that this little girl who can cook medicine, feed medicine, tell stories, cook, and be considerate and comforting is obviously in love? Dongfang Bubai, who dominates all corners of the world, is the best.

Once again, Dongfang stayed up late at night, watching Yang Xiaocong fall asleep softly.

Yang Xiaocong woke up in the middle of the night and found that Dongfang hadn't returned to his room. Suddenly, his nose was sour and the pillow was wet with tears, "Can you stop being so nice to me, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it..." In fact, I was already reluctant.

"Fool." Dongfang rubbed Yang Xiaocong's head, "Don't think about it, go to sleep."

"Can't sleep." Yang Xiaocong sniffed, "Why don't you sleep yet?"

"I can't sleep either." Dongfang replied.

Yang Xiaocong got up from the bed, "Can I watch the stars with you?"

Dongfang smiled, "Looking at the stars? Okay."

The two sat side by side in front of the door. Yang Xiaocong pointed to the stars in the sky and said, "Did you see it? Does the star over there look like a scorpion?"

"Huh?" Dongfang took a pleasing look, "It sounds a bit similar when you put it that way."

"That's Scorpio." Yang Xiaocong said with a smile, "Senior sister matches this constellation very well."

"is it?"

"Yes, Scorpio people are sensitive, dare to love and dare to hate, they are very similar to you, aren't they?"

"What about you, Yang Er? What seat is it?"

"Me." Yang Xiaocong smiled, and said with confidence, "I am a Pisces."

"why?"

"Because people say that Pisces and Scorpio are a perfect match."

Dongfang dotingly looked at Yang Xiaocong, a little helpless: "You, really..."

"Senior sister, do you know what I usually call you in my heart?"

Dongfang asked curiously, "What?"

"My lord."

"Ok?"

"My lord, I've always called you that."

"Yang Er, I was not the leader of the sect a long time ago."

"I know, but what should I do? I was abused by you, and I can't change it. You will always be my leader."

"My lord."

"Ok?"

"I've wanted to tell you something for a long time."

"Say."

"Actually." Yang Xiaocong bowed his head shyly, "Actually, I am a woman."

Dongfang was silent, and looked at Yang Xiaocong from head to toe, "Up and down, left and right, back and forth, where do you think you look like a woman."

Yang Xiaocong got a well on his forehead and was hit, "I'm talking about the heart, the soul."

"Soul?" Dongfang raised his eyebrows, "Yang Er still believes in this?"

"What I said is true." Yang Xiaocong said seriously, "I am not Yang Lianting in the first place, it's just a strand of soul that happened to be attached to Yang Lianting."

"Okay, okay, I don't care if you are Yang Lianting, you just need to tell me you are my Yang'er?" Dongfang looked at Yang Xiaocong.

"Of course." The little boy blurted out.

"Well, no matter if Yang'er is male or female, Yang Lianting or someone else, I love them all."

Yang Xiaocong should have been very happy when he heard these words, but for some reason, the bitterness in his heart became more and more intense, "My lord, may I sing you a song?"

"It's been a long time since I heard you sing."

Yang Xiaocong hummed softly, his slightly hoarse voice echoing in the night sky.

Tired, trying to stay awake as usual

I miss you as usual

I'm afraid I'll fall asleep

Heartbeat stops in a dream if you don't obey

Hear the breath beat like a wave

The weaker the strength, the more anxious I become

what else can i cherish

If I can't even take my own pulse

If I become a memory and withdraw from this life

leave you crying in astonishment

My cold body can't hug you

Thinking of me let my beloved you travel alone in the sea of ​​people

I would hate myself for being so cruel

If I become a memory, I'm not so lucky

No chance to stagger with white hair and hold you to watch the sunset

It's been a long time and one day you'll heal from your heartbreak

If someone can let him accompany you, I don't blame you

If I become a memory, I am most afraid that I will not live up to expectations

Stubbornly laying in the air to occupy every inch of your heart

It turns out that you who still love me suffer the loss

It's not fair please try your best to forget me

......

Singing and singing, tears fell down without disappointment, her days are numbered, and soon she will never see the person in front of her again, "My lord." Yang Xiaocong choked up, "I am not from this world. People, after I die, I will not disappear, I will return to my original world."

"So, you have to live well here and take care of yourself, you know?"

Yang Xiaocong is not sure whether she can return to the original world after death, this is just a guess, maybe she can go back, maybe she is really dead.According to her understanding of Dongfang, if she dies, Dongfang will not live alone, but the leader is a person of this world, and if she dies, she is really dead.She hoped Dongfang could live and live well.

"My lord, do you know? Meeting you is the happiest thing in my life."

"Yang'er." Dongfang's dark eyes were deep, "Are you trying to leave me?"

Yang Xiaocong: "..."

"Leave me?" The corners of Dongfang's lips curled up, and Yang Xiaocong's chin was picked up with his fingers, and he kissed him hard.

Yang Xiaocong was surrounded by a scent of fragrance, Dongfang lips slid to Yang Xiaocong's ear, his voice was low and hoarse, "This reason is obviously not qualified."

Dongfang bullied himself and kissed him again, unconsciously mobilized his inner strength, and half pulled Yang Xiaocong into the room.

Yang Xiaocong felt hot all over from being kissed, he didn't know why, he just felt the smell of the leader everywhere.

Pushing Yang'er down on the bed, Dongfang's voice was haunting and charming, "In this life, don't even think about leaving me behind."

The author has something to say: Well, you can make up the rest by your own brains, Furong warms the tent, overnight *whatever... [Enough, Yang Er was pushed anyway]

Sure enough, write and write, this chapter still has no ending, the next chapter is still...