Ling Ling does not speak

"No, I'm sorry to interrupt your sword practice." Hua Wangyou avoided Yan Ling's gaze and lowered his head.

Yan Ling pursed his lips, ah, he didn't want this reaction.

Yan Ling put away the wooden sword, walked up to Hua Wangyou, stretched out five fingers and waved in front of his eyes, attracting his attention.

Hua Wangyou looked up at him.

Yan Ling lifted his chin in the direction of the mountain temple.

Hua Wangyou didn't understand what he meant at first, but Yan Ling had already walked towards the temple, walked a few steps to see if he didn't keep up, stopped again, and looked back at him.

Hua Wangyou realized that he was waiting for him to catch up.

He thought of the little brother wearing a rabbit mask he met last night.

That little brother seemed to be unable to speak, and the clothes he was wearing were the same as this one, and it seemed that they hadn't changed.

It turns out that the person under the mask...is so pretty.

Hua Wangyou followed Yan Ling into the mountain temple, Yan Ling lit incense for him and handed it to him.

"Thank you." After Hua Wangyou finished offering incense, he bowed reverently.

This mountain temple is said to be the temple of Liushui, but in fact it belongs to the Lingguan.

Yan Ling stood aside, turned his head and listened.

No sound?

Generally, the prayers of believers who come to offer incense will be conveyed to Yan Ling, but Hua Wangyou has no desires or desires.

Do you really want nothing?Yan Ling looked at Hua Wangyou who was kneeling on the ground.

Just as Hua Wangyou was about to stand up, he seemed to feel someone's gaze, looked up, met Yan Ling's eyes, and subconsciously thought: This little brother's eyes are so beautiful.

Yan Ling: ...! ! !

Hua Wangyou stood up and saw that the little brother in white was still looking at him, with a suspicious blush on his face.

Yan Ling felt a little dry and hot, and walked out of the mountain temple first.

Hua Wangyou tilted his head and thought for a while, but still didn't understand, so he followed him out of the mountain temple.

Yan Ling stood upright, as if waiting for someone to come to him.

Hua Wangyou took a few steps forward.

"Thank you, I haven't asked your name yet, what's your name?" Hua Wangyou asked straightforwardly.

Yan Ling faced him and drew a few strokes on the ground with his wooden sword.

"Lin Wuyan." Hua Wangyou read out these three words.

Yan Ling nodded.

Speaking of this name, Yan Ling still thought about it for a long time, but since Xiaohuapi chose the name "Wangyou", he didn't want Wangyou to think of those things again, so he chose a random name.

"Speechless." Hua Wangyou said the name silently again, then raised his head and smiled, "I don't know why, but I always feel that this name doesn't suit you. Would it be offensive to say that?"

Hua Wangyou's words made Yan Ling think about it.

What did he mean by that?Could it be that he still has remnants of memory?

"Do you just live here?" Hua Wangyou took a look, as if there was a small house next to it.

Yan Ling nodded.

Hua Wangyou carried the painting tools on his back, ready to say goodbye to Yan Ling.

Yan Ling stopped him, and drew a few strokes on the ground with the wooden sword.

Where are you going?

"I want to visit Anping Town." The main reason is to see where there is a quiet place suitable for painting.

Just as Yan Ling was about to say that he could accompany him, he saw a black and white figure crawling up.

The White Rabbit and the White Bone Demon.Yan Ling recognized the two of them, and looked back at the mountain temple, looking a little embarrassed.

Hua Wangyou saw that Yanling didn't move any more, so he smiled and said, "See you next time."

Yan Ling looked at Hua Wangyou's back and gradually clenched his fists.

He really hated seeing other people's backs the most.

Hua Wangyou walked down for a while, but couldn't help but look back.

The boy in white stood on the top of the mountain, the wind lifted his clothes and long hair, as if he was the only one in the world, lonely and sad.

Hua Wangyou was taken aback for a moment, but his heart suddenly twitched.

A scattered picture flashed through my mind.

"Then I'm leaving!"

"let's go."

It's like when I was saying goodbye to someone when I was a child, after running a long distance, looking back, I can only see a back.

Hua Wangyou had only one thought at the time - I don't like seeing other people's backs either.

"Speechless." Hua Wangyou called out his name in the direction of the boy in white.

The pupils of the boy in white seemed to be lit up suddenly, and there was a beautiful light in his eyes.

"Then I'm leaving?" Hua Wangyou waved at him while stepping back.

He forgot that this was going down the stairs, and it would be dangerous if he accidentally stepped on the air.

"Forget worry!"

Lin Wuyan's heart skipped a beat, but his body moved before his brain, so fast that only a shadow remained, hugged Hua Wangyou who was about to fall down the mountain, and flew back to the mountain with his divine power In front of the temple.

Hua Wangyou clutched Lin Wuyan's clothes tightly, his heart was still beating non-stop.

Lin Wuyan put Hua Wangyou down, frowning to check if he was injured.

Hua Wangyou stared at Lin Wuyan without moving.

"So you can talk."

Lin Wuyan paused.

Did he just speak?Lin Wuyan thought for a while, as if calling his name.

Lin Wuyan stood up straight and looked down at Hua Wangyou slightly.

In the past, Hua Wangyou was a head taller than him, but now it's the other way around.

Lin Wuyan couldn't tell whether Hua Wangyou was happy or angry, so he coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, his eyes wandered, not knowing where to put them.

"Are you a demon?" Hua Wangyou asked.

Lin Wuyan shook his head.

Hua Wangyou was a little unhappy, "Can't you talk to me?"

Lin Wuyan pursed his lips, as if thinking about this question.

It's not that I can't speak, it's just that I'm afraid of making a mistake.

"I understand." Hua Wangyou suddenly realized, "You are a mountain god! Mountain gods can't talk to believers, right? Dad told me that gods and humans can't get too close."

Lin Wuyan thought to himself, I don't know what new script Uncle Chongmian has read, could it be the love between man and god?

"But don't worry, I'm not human." Hua Wangyou raised his index finger and pointed at himself, "I'm Painted Skin, Painted Skin Ghost."

Lin Wuyan thought, I know.

How could he, who had used countless excuses to deal with Liu Shui on weekdays, be unable to deal with the innocent Hua Wangyou?

"I am a god, but I rely on the power of words. Did you praise me in the temple?" Lin Wuyan said nonsense, "I deal with many believers' prayers every day. If it is a good thing, I can speak Talk, if it's something bad, I can't talk."

Hua Wangyou gradually blushed.

Then, will he hear what he just said in his heart?

Time went back to the moment when Hua Wangyou stepped on the empty steps.

The moment Hua Wangyou stepped on the empty ladder, he knew that he was probably going to die.

Although ghosts can withstand more tossing than humans, it will take half a month of pain to recover from such a fall.

"Forget worry!"

Just when he felt his body fall backwards uncontrollably, he suddenly fell into a firm embrace, and his waist was held by a pair of strong hands.

Hua Wangyou half raised his head and looked at Lin Wuyan.

It turns out that Lin Wuyan not only has good-looking eyes, but also his eyebrows, nose, and mouth are all unattractive. Even if Dad is asked to draw a rare beauty skin in the world, he may not be able to draw it to this extent. kind of degree.

I don't know if it's a common problem of painted skin ghosts. They don't look at people's skin, but like to look at other people's eyes and bones. The eyes are bright and the bones are perfect, which is in line with the aesthetics of painted skin ghosts.

Perhaps it was because of Lin Wuyan's martial arts practice, Hua Wangyou could feel the tense muscles under his palms, and with a little brainstorming, he could know what kind of beautiful curve it was.

In the past, Hua Wangyou didn't know why he was so lucky, because the source of this kind of luck was unknown, which made him very insecure, but in Lin Wuyan's arms, Hua Wangyou felt very at ease.

It's like so many narrow escapes before, all in order to wait for this moment and find you.

The author has something to say: I am not very good at speaking, anyway, thank you for your encouragement, I will continue to work hard!