Grandpa is such a bird

Ling Jiang silently bit the tip of his tongue again. Not only did he have sharp teeth, but he was also decisive. He did not bite himself softly. Blood immediately flowed from the corners of his lips. He lowered his head and wiped it off with the back of his hand, feeling that his head was barely awake. After a while, he held two plum blossom hammers in his hands, and slowly raised his eyes.

At this moment, the pupils in his eyes shrunk slightly, black and white were extremely distinct, like an eagle watching its prey, with a sharp blade on the edge of his sight, he glanced at the opponent's neck, and the killing intent burst out immediately.

'Ji Yushan' raised his hand, and smiled eccentrically: "Little darling, hurry up and catch him." While speaking, countless black and red poisonous scorpions suddenly crawled out from his spacious sleeves. Big, but densely packed out like a spring.

The scorpion landed on the ground, and it crawled all over the ground in an instant. These things bite when they see a living thing. The Jianghu people behind 'Ji Yushan' still want to take advantage of the two people fighting to make a profit, so they might as well be affected. The scorpion crawled into the seam of the trousers along the instep, and within a short while the person was bitten, his skin was torn apart, and he fell to the ground and twitched.

Those who hadn't been bitten immediately dispersed, leaving only the densely packed poisonous scorpions and the two of them.

Lingjiang's strength is enormous. Every time the plum blossom hammer sweeps out, it is packed with strong internal force, and easily sweeps away the poisonous scorpions crawling to the side. The other hand takes advantage of the swarms of poisonous scorpions. The crackling sound of shattering was endless.

Seeing that the poisonous scorpions could not get close to Lingjiang, 'Ji Yushan' was not in a hurry, but showed a more smug smile. He looked at him with great satisfaction, and shook out more scorpions from his sleeves. Whispered: "Little darling, quickly change shape, let me see you."

Lingjiang was a little delirious, relying on instinct to support him. He was about to turn into a bird and jump on a branch. Hearing this sentence vaguely, he knew in his heart that it would not be a problem if he went on like this. The only way to get rid of him is as soon as possible.

Thinking up to this point, he gathered the loose internal force in his body, and filled the wound on the tip of his tongue. The sharp pain pierced his head. Taking advantage of this moment, Ling Jiang jumped up and rushed towards the man in the center of the poisonous scorpion. .

The man didn't dodge, looked up at him with a smile, and just when Lingjiang's eight-edged plum blossom hammer was about to fall on his head, smashing him into pieces, suddenly, the pair of weapons with killing intent After a pause, Lingjiang felt his inner strength stagnate so badly that he couldn't lift up for half a breath, and fell straight to the ground. The plum blossom hammer fell to the side with a bang, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

When the poisonous scorpion saw the food, it frantically rushed over, but was stopped by 'Ji Yushan' raising his hand: "This is impossible, this is also my baby."

The poisonous scorpion circled a foot away from Lingjiang, looking salivating, but dared not approach.

'Ji Yushan' knelt down and stroked Lingjiang's face. Lingjiang was struggling on the ground, and his vision was dark. He struggled to touch his plum blossom hammer, but his hands and feet were so weak that he couldn't even lift it up: "... ..roll."

The man smiled sinisterly, put his hand on Lingjiang's chest, and said in a dark voice: "No one can escape my poison, and neither do you. I have seen rare poisons in the world, but I have never seen you, hehe , let me see what you are..."

The hand on the chest was pressed hard, Lingjiang was shocked, and spit out a mouthful of blood on his back. 'Ji Yushan' took out a dirty gourd from his arms, put the mouth of the gourd against Lingjiang's lips, and caught the gurgle. With the other hand stroking Lingjiang's forehead, like stroking a pet: "Don't be afraid, baby, I won't hurt you."

Then, he covered the gourd and put it in his arms, and bent down to lift Lingjiang. At this moment, a whip was thrown on his back suddenly, and his skin was torn apart instantly. 'Ji Yushan' didn't expect it, and went He jumped forward, turned his head and his eyes were bloodshot in an instant: "Who, who is it!"

A tall horse pulling the carriage raised its front hooves and neighed resonantly, holding the whip and shouting loudly: "Your grandfather!" past.

Ling Jiang tilted his head and looked blankly. Just as the carriage was running towards him, a slender hand suddenly protruded from the carriage. Ling Jiang tried his best, but he could only lift his fingers slightly.

But that was enough, the hand grabbed his fingers with precision and swiftness, and led him into the car.

At the same time, he knocked away "Ji Yushan" by pressing the song repeatedly, without much entanglement, crushed the poisonous scorpion all the way and rushed into the small woods outside Fangping Temple. The whole process flowed smoothly and disappeared without a trace no trace.

'Ji Yushan' was furious, and immediately chased after him, but was stopped by more than a dozen shadow guards of Yufeng Pavilion who fell halfway, and the shadow guards drew their swords without saying a word and fought with him.

Lying in the carriage, Ling Jiang breathed a sigh of relief when he smelled Yin Chenglan's breath. As soon as he relaxed, the wounds on his chest and the tip of his tongue surged up, his head tilted, and blood flowed down the corners of his lips on the snow-white There was a sharp meander flowing from his cheek.

Yin Chenglan sighed and wiped it off with his thumb: "How did you make yourself into such a virtue?"

Lingjiang's vision was hazy, and he could only get a general idea of ​​Yin Chenglan. His pupils were slack, and he raised his hand with difficulty to touch Yin Chenglan's face, but he had no strength in his body. ……nineteen".

His hanging wrist was taken into Yin Chenglan's hand: "Screaming."

Ling Jiang smiled with a pale face, and wanted to say something, but couldn't hold it anymore, his eyelashes trembled, and finally he could only close his eyes reluctantly, and fell into a coma.

Yin Chenglan pinched Lingjiang's wrist and touched it. He had been ill for a long time and he could figure out that the little thing was not poisonous. There was a crisp 'bang'.

It's really a vengeance.

Lian Ge rode his horse back and forth in the woods, thinking of the rescued young man, he was puzzled for a while, he glanced sideways and sneaked into the carriage, and saw his master holding his hand intimately with his own eyes, Lian Ge couldn't help but hit Shocked, he thought: "Where did this person come from? Didn't he get any information before, why did he hook up with the master all of a sudden?"

He pulled the rein and rode the horse galloping gracefully, but the expression on his face was extremely wretched, thinking wildly in his heart: "My master and I are together every day. I don't know how the two of us hooked up. Could it be 'Midnight'?" When there is no one around, do you invite someone under the willow tree? 'Wait, aren't we here to save the little yellow hair?"

He had no choice but to turn his head and ask, "Master, what should the little one do?"

Yin Chenglan put Lingjiang in a comfortable position, let his head rest on his knees, heard nothing, opened his left hand, inside lay a dead poisonous scorpion, the scorpion's bright red juice flowed from him Yin Chenglan looked down, with a dreadful coldness in his brows.

The person on the knee probably touched the wound, and suddenly he snorted softly, but Yin Chenglan's thoughts were interrupted suddenly. He blinked, and when he looked up to see Lingjiang, the chill in his eyes just now disappeared without a trace. without a trace.

Yin Chenglan threw the dead scorpion out of the window, took a wet handkerchief to wipe his hands, watched Lingjiang's pale face, and said loudly, "Go to the city and find an inn."

Lian Presse then turned his horse's head around. He didn't get the answer he wanted, so he silently mourned for Xiaohuangmao, and planned to find an opportunity to report him to Lingjiang. See, I don't want you.

The story of the young man in Fangping Temple and the poisonous scorpion has already reached the ears of people in Qiaojia Town. However, after half a day, there are still many people wandering in the town unwillingly, asking around for the whereabouts of the Big Dipper Stone. , It is worthy of saying that birds die for food and people die for wealth.

The carriage stopped in front of a remote small courtyard, the owner of the courtyard opened the door and looked at them suspiciously, even pressed the song and took out the warrant of Yufeng Pavilion and waved it in front of him, the owner of the small courtyard immediately bowed his head and saluted, and looked at the carriage again With one glance, without asking any nonsense, he opened the door to let the carriages and horses in, and wiped away the traces in front of the door in a well-trained manner, and then carefully closed the courtyard door.

Even according to the song, he put the young man on the bed, and the owner of the courtyard just happened to bring clean water and food. He took it and put it on the table, leaning against the wall with his arms around his chest, watching Master Nineteen wipe the blood stains from the corners of the young man's lips with a handkerchief, A scratch on the neck, and then, a stain on the hand.

Looking at it, he felt inexplicably familiar, this paw-wiping... Bah, he seems to have seen the action of wiping hands somewhere.

At this moment, Lian Presse realized one thing. I don't know when it started. His nineteenth master had many secrets that he didn't know. , I don’t know when a more snug little vest was sandwiched inside, close to the chest, the owner’s warmth was first known by the little vest, and although he was also very close, only the rest of the body was left. Warm and light.

"Father..."

Yin Chenglan threw the towel back into the washbasin, hummed without looking back, and said, "Has the emperor made any progress recently?"

Lian Presse immediately put away the inexplicable old jealousy in his heart, and said seriously: "Shanyue replied, Li Wei, the Southwest general, has returned to the palace, and had a secret talk with Feng Jing, so he probably already knows your identity."

Yin Chenglan said: "My identity? Do you know whether the traitor is the King Huaiyuan who came back to life, or Yin Chenglan, the master of Yufeng Pavilion?"

Lian Presse hesitated and said, "It is impossible for Feng Jing to know the relationship between Master and Yufeng Pavilion."

The rivers and lakes are so big that few people have ever witnessed the true face of the master of the Yufeng Pavilion. Besides, Yufeng Pavilion has been born for ten years. The emperor had doubts about those who couldn't play, but for more than ten years, the Yufeng Pavilion has stood safely at the end of the sea, and has never had any relationship with the imperial court. It has already passed the stage of suspicion.

Yin Chenglan curled his lower lip, his shallow smile was full of sarcasm, he turned his back to Lian Song, staring at the unconscious young man on the bed.

A strand of black hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to Ling Jiang's temples, making his face pale and weak. Yin Chenglan's gaze was hooked, and he turned slightly over Ling Jiang's body, whispering: "Do you think that apart from us, Who wants to detoxify me?"

Lian Song didn't know why, so he frowned and thought: "The madam is in the Xuemo tribe, she..."

He glanced at Yin Chenglan's face and knew that he was wrong. He frowned even more, and quickly went through everyone in his mind, and found that the person who wanted him to detoxify was nothing more than Yin Chenglan's biological mother, Confidant friends and so on.

Those who are willing to be good for him are wholeheartedly good for him, and those who do not want to be good for him will naturally curse him from the beginning to the end without a place to bury him. So who is this person I am talking about now.

There was a smile on the corner of Yin Chenglan's lips. The more he hated in his heart, the more he wanted to smile. The person who laughed straight was cold all over his body: "Tell me, why did the emperor poison me in the first place?" Vulgar', one drop can kill the soul, there is no way out, he really tried his best."

Lian Presse saw that he was a madman who was going to laugh or cry, so he quickly reminded: "Master, don't get emotional."

Yin Chenglan's hand on the wheelchair suddenly gripped the back of the chair, his joints turned pale with such force, the poison in his body was like a dormant snake, once the wind blew, it would tear through the flesh and bite out.

He purposely breathed long, deliberately suppressed the poison that was trying to boil in his blood, took out the carving knife from his sleeve, and nervously twisted it on his fingertips, saying: "The person who made this poison."

After pressing the song, Yin Chenglan put his other hand on his lips, lowered his voice and said, "Old man Guigu is very good at making poison, so he must be very afraid that his poison will be cracked. This is a rare treasure, now that the whereabouts of the Big Dipper Stone have been exposed, do you think he will also come to the Central Plains to take a trip to the muddy water after hearing the news? You will find out by checking his traces. And my emperor Brother hasn't slept well for a long time, seeing that I'm still alive, has he ever doubted that the old ghost's poison is useless?"

Lian Presse frowned, obviously not thinking about what Yin Chenglan said, cursed in a low voice, and walked out quickly.

Only Yin Chenglan and the sleepy Ling Jiang were left in the room. At this moment, Yin Chenglan let go of the hand that was touching his lips. As soon as he took it away, he coughed uncontrollably, with blood splashing on the back of his hand.

He looked at the blood and sneered, who said that his self-control is perverted and invincible in the world, once he presses down on the life gate of 'Emperor Brother', he will go crazy and want to leave this wheelchair, revenge and revenge, snow himself The hatred of being trapped in a square inch for more than ten years, the hatred of mother being forced to leave Dajing and go to the Beixue territory, the deep hatred of ten years of being neither human nor ghost.

When Ling Jiang opened his eyes, he saw Yin Chenglan's gloomy and cold appearance, as if he was owed 800 million taels. He rolled his eyes, coughed, interrupted the man's self-centered thoughts, and complained feebly Said: "Is this how you take care of patients?"

The moment Yin Chenglan raised his head, he wiped the blood from the back of his hand to his cuff, and when he heard him speak, he didn't say a word.

Ling Jiang thought for a while, then changed his route: "Oh, sick bird."

Yin Chenglan: "..."

Tired of rushing all night to Qiaojia Town, Yin Chenglan was too lazy to argue with him. He just wanted to quietly think about whether the man was an old ghost or not, how to go on the next road, and two different days. Where to find the rare treasure, he had so many things to think about, he couldn't concentrate on joking with the little bird, so he looked at him expressionlessly, and said lazily: "Since you're awake, go and eat by yourself." , it’s getting late, go to sleep after eating.”

After speaking, he controlled the wheelchair and went out.

Seeing that he was walking swiftly, Ling Jiang lay on the bed and sighed. He looked up at the roof for a while, then got up and decided to eat first. His hands and feet were weak and he fell to the ground. A drop of blood.

Ling Jiang squatted in front of the blood drop and was silent for a moment, picked up the food on the table and stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it, and when he was full, he left the room without looking back.

It was ten minutes past midnight.

The door creaked open.

Yin Chenglan lay still on the bed, but his eyes were clear and sharp.

The person who entered the room closed the door with his backhand, without intentionally walking lightly, and walked carelessly to the bedside.

In the darkness, I couldn't see anything clearly, I could only see a large shadow covering it, and then, before Yin Chenglan could fly out his carving knife, a pair of hands protruded from the shadow, and pushed him into the bed: "Here I'll make room."

Yin Chenglan: "..."

Yin Chenglan stared at the shadow with his eyes open, speechless for a while: "...get out."

Ling Jiang had already pushed away a two-finger-wide side of the bed, and sat down on his side in satisfaction, next to Yin Chenglan: "I'm injured, and I don't want to sleep by myself."

Yin Chenglan felt the texture of his arm. It was a warm, fresh and young body. He was not used to being so close to people, so he subconsciously hid in the bed.

Lingjiang took the opportunity to move along with it, expanding from a two-foot-wide site to a palm-sized site.

"Go out and find a bird to sleep in." Yin Chenglan thought he knew his thick skin, but found out how many layers he had, and he hadn't counted it yet.

Lingjiang grinned: "They are not as comfortable as you, after all, the bird's nest is too small."

Yin Chenglan: "..."

Why does this sentence sound very awkward.

Listening to the breathing in his ears, Yin Chenglan gritted his teeth and said to the furry head that occupied his pillow by the way, "I want to sleep alone!"

Ling Jiang raised his head suddenly, and stared at him with bright and startling eyes in the darkness: "Are you serious?"

Yin Chenglan nodded affirmatively. He seemed to see two dark stars in the dimly lit room, and even a tiny bit of light outside could illuminate his eyes.

At the next moment, those eyes suddenly became smaller, and settled on a small thing with fluttering wings, Lingjiang turned into a bird, sleeping peacefully beside the bed which was quite big for a bird, and said seriously: Don't take me for a human, thank you."

Yin Chenglan: "..."

The thickness of the puff pastry.

He turned his head and looked at the fluffy shadow on the pillow. Lingjiang always smelled of the clear sky after the rain, not a fragrance, but a clean, vigorous male breath, without any restraint, But it seems so pervasive that it's hard to ignore.

Yin Chenglan endured it for a while, and finally came up with his big move. He stretched out an index finger to poke Lingjiang's little head, and said, "I'm also injured. It's best to lie down and recuperate by myself."

The little yellow bird hugged his fingers and wings, stroked them, and asked, "Where is the wound?"

With a shy face, Yin Chenglan said in a serious tone, "When I pulled you into the carriage, my nails fell off."

Ling Jiang touched his bald fingertips with the tips of his small wings: "..."

Yin Chenglan was secretly happy when he didn't hear the little bird's cry, and smiled complacently in the dark.

At this time, the little bird who hadn't spoken for a long time suddenly hugged his fingers tightly, and said in a very moved, choking voice: "Nineteen, you were injured trying to save me. It is impossible to leave you and let you sleep by yourself, I can only repay my kindness by serving you by the couch all the time and watching your wound heal."

Yin Chenglan's smile froze at the corner of his lips: "..."

In this life, I finally understand what it means to say that the Tao is one foot tall and the bird is one foot tall.

He really wanted to put back the nails he had just broken off!

"I sleep very well, I won't squeeze you." Xiao Huangmao occupied a corner of the pillow and said seriously.

Yin Chenglan was speechless, he only hoped that he didn't sleep well, and it would be best to kick him off in the middle of the night.

Seeing that Yin Chenglan stopped talking, Lingjiang rounded himself up more roundly, lowered his head and covered a quilt horn with his mouth, and closed his eyes like a bird.

Hearing the thin breathing in his ear, Yin Chenglan didn't feel sleepy at all, he stared straight at the roof with his eyes open, trying to reach out and throw the little yellow hair out time and time again, but as soon as he moved his hand, he could hear the light breath mixed with it. With a faint cough, the glaring blood on the corners of the young man's lips during the day came to his mind, and the little yellow bird stared resentfully at the small round eyes as if saying: Why are you so stingy, I just sleep with you on the corner of the pillow.

Yin Chenglan raised his hand a little and put it down again. Finally, he closed his eyes in discouragement, and pulled all the quilt into his arms like a child venting his anger.

The pillow corner has been lost, so don't grab his quilt corner again.

The autumn night wind swept away the thin paper windows, a sycamore tree in the small courtyard blew off the leaves all over the ground, and the coolness of early autumn seeped in through the gaps in the doors and windows.

But Yin Chenglan fell asleep for a while, then opened his eyes again, with a cold face, and put his quilt horns on Xiao Huang Mao's body again. While silently complaining in his heart that he would freeze you to death, little bastard, he used the quilt horns to cover Xiao Huang Mao's body. The hair is all covered in the quilt.

Ling Jiang took a deep breath of Yin Chenglan's breath under the warm blanket, and fell asleep contentedly.