Grandpa is such a bird

Ling Jiang touched his head innocently, Yin Chenglan took the opportunity to slip away from his hand, moved the wheelchair to the side of the table, picked up the teacup on the table and lowered his head, covering most of his face with his wide sleeves.

Ling Jiang straightened up and leaned against the door, looked at him for a while, and said, "There is no water in the cup."

Only then did Yin Chenglan realize that he put down the cup with a sullen face and a "bang".

Ling Jiang said: "I just said..."

"Shut up!" Yin Chenglan interrupted him, glared at him, and quickly moved his gaze aside, the corners of his lips were drawn into a sharp line, with an inhuman and awe-inspiring attitude.

Lingjiang felt that she was like a young daughter-in-law who just came out of the cabinet. She knew what she should understand, but now she was too thin-skinned, and she couldn't bear to be told. The flushed cheeks betrayed.

He raised his beautiful lips, and licked his lips provocatively with the tip of his tongue.

Ling Jiang is really handsome, and this rather obscene gesture made him perform a soul-stirring temptation.

Yin Chenglan caught a glimpse of it unintentionally, his scalp exploded, and he turned his head away completely, secretly sullen in his heart, it's unreasonable, what does a bird grow up to do like this!

Ling Jiang wanted to tease him a few more times, but seeing that Pavilion Master Yin was showing signs of blowing his hair, he put away his charming thoughts, sat down at the table, and said, "Do you think they will make moves?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was serious enough to make people's teeth itch.

I can't find a reason to beat him up.

The corners of Yin Chenglan's eyes twitched, and he didn't want to talk to him.

Ling Jiang coughed twice, but seeing no response, he clutched his chest and coughed violently, until he could hardly breathe, and bent his body slightly, as if in pain.

Yin Chenglan endured it, but couldn't hold it back, turned his head and asked, "Are you really hurt?"

Ling Jiang couldn't stop coughing, and nodded painfully.

Yin Chenglan saw that his face turned pale, and his heart softened. No matter how rascal Meng Lang was, his own bird, he couldn't ignore it. He stretched out his hand and said, "Give me your hand, and I'll feel your pulse."

Ling Jiang coughed in a low voice, and tremblingly handed his hand into his. Before Yin Chenglan could feel his pulse, that pale hand suddenly buckled back, grabbed his fingers, and yanked towards him.

Then, as soon as Ling Jiang lowered his head, a warm kiss fell on the back of Yin Chenglan's hand.

Yin Chenglan's pupils suddenly enlarged.

Ling Jiang let go as soon as he kissed him, his eyebrows were dancing, and before he was finished, Yin Chenglan's hair in his sleeve pulled him over his head and face. He hurriedly swerved away, and just about to speak, the fierce Yinsi chased after him with murderous intent.

Um, exasperated.

Ling Jiang jumped up and down all over the room, dodging from left to right, trying to get close to the man, but only now did he taste the power of Yin Chenglan. There were countless silver threads in his sleeves, each of which was extremely sharp. Surprised, but able to sweep across.

A silver thread brushed across Ling Jiang's back, and he almost felt the chill on it. After evading it, Ling Jiang glanced unintentionally, and saw where the silver thread passed, the only ceramic vase in the guest room looked like The big watermelon was cut in half with a simple knife. It was not broken, but was cut neatly. The cross section was smooth and flat, and its sharpness could still be seen.

Lingjiang laughed dryly, Nineteen completely made him flirt.

The two fought for half an hour, and finally Ling Jiang gave up two bird feathers to stop the fight.

He sat cross-legged on the table, with disheveled hair and tattered clothes. He pinched his lost bird feathers between his fingers and said, "Well... Yan Chu is really lying under the covers. We need to be careful these two days."

With a sullen face, Yin Chenglan plucked another bird feather from his face.

Rebellion in the nest?He almost turned upside down in his nest, but fortunately he was suppressed in time.

Into the night, the dead of night.

A faint puff of smoke came in from the cracks in the inn's doors and windows.

The little yellow bird who was driven to sleep on the table and the former crown prince who finally slept by himself opened their eyes at the same time.

Some people are more restless than they think.

Ling Jiang fluttered his little wings to look at the door, and exchanged eyes with Yin Chenglan in the dark. The latter understood and nodded, and the little yellow bird had slender limbs and lay down on the bed silently.

The white smoke floated for a while, and gradually faded into the darkness.

After a while, there was movement outside the house, the door was opened, and two figures sneaked in cautiously.

The people from Miracle Doctor Valley were probably soaked in medicinal herbs all the year round, with a slight bitter taste of medicine on their bodies. After the figure came in, they went straight to the bed, and carefully touched Yin Chenglan and Lingjiang's necks to confirm that they were completely unconscious. Only then did he act boldly and began to search for their luggage.

One person suddenly said, "They slept together."

The other person frowned in disgust: "They're all men, what's the fun?"

The man clicked his tongue: "Is it fun or not? I haven't tried it, but the owner of the valley just gave away the treasure for a poor-faced scholar."

The other one didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and asked, "Did you find it?"

"No, isn't it here?"

"Impossible, this kind of thing should be carried with you, come and help me, untie their clothes, I..."

The voice suddenly stopped.

The other person was groping in the corner of the room with his back to the bed. Hearing this, he turned his head and saw his companion bent over the bed with his hands stretched out on the bed, keeping this position motionless.

He walked over curiously, pushed the man, and the moonlight shone in through the gap between the door and the window. He saw the stiff and strange expression on his companion's face, and turned to look at him, just in time to meet a pair of dark and gloomy eyes. superior.

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted in the quiet and remote inn, and a mass of black object smashed through the wall and was thrown out like garbage.

The innkeeper hid under the blanket and shivered, covering his head deeply.

In a guest room, Wang Zhu, who was lying flat on the bed and sleeping with his clothes on, opened his eyes in an instant. His cloudy eyes moved in the darkness. The old guy was shrewd and keen. Through the window of the room, he fled out without a sound.

The autumn leaves were cold, and after running for a long distance in one breath, he stopped, bent over and supported his knees, panting violently, the wind whimpered in the wilderness, and suddenly the sound of crushing dead leaves sounded in front of him.

Wang Zhu raised his head subconsciously and glanced over, and his whole body froze suddenly.

I saw a person sitting under the dim sky not far away, with his long robe dragging to the floor, his black hair fluttering in the wind, his expression was evil and charming, and his smile seemed to be not a smile.

Yin Chenglan lowered his head and fiddled with the small silver carving knife between his fingers, the blade cast a cold silver light under the cold moonlight.

Wang Zhu's back crawled with creepy coldness. He stared at Yin Chenglan and took a step back. Just as he was about to turn around and run away, he saw a person walking out unhurriedly on the desolate path, blocking his retreat.

"My lord, what do you mean?" Wang Zhu asked.

Yin Chenglan stroked the sharp blade: "What's the meaning of Steward Wang coming to the wilderness late at night without sleeping?"

Wang Zhu put his hands into his sleeves and made a humble gesture as usual: "Oh, the whereabouts of the valley owner is unknown, I can't sleep at night, come out for a walk."

Yin Chenglan laughed: "Is that so, the person who robbed Ling Gu has been found."

He called Ling Jiang, "Take him down!"

Wang Zhu's pupils shrank, and he took out a hidden weapon from his sleeve and threw it at Yin Chenglan, but his body flew aside very quickly, with the agility of different ages.

Yin Chenglan moved faster, raised his wrist, and intercepted the hidden weapon by his ear, but Wang Zhu had disappeared. He saw Lingjiang looking at him, and said, "Hurry up."

Seeing that he was not injured by a hidden weapon, Ling Jiang nodded lightly, and his figure turned into a chubby bird, flapping its wings and disappearing.

When the sky was getting brighter and Yin Chenglan was sitting in the inn drinking tea, Lingjiang Xiaoniao had already returned with the distressed genius doctor Gu Steward.

As soon as he entered the inn, he saw the snow-colored eagle entrenched by Yin Chenglan's hand, Ling Jiang frowned: "Why did it come here?"

Hai Dongqing groaned in his throat, and a pair of bright and sharp eagle eyes stared at Lingjiang calmly, feeling a little unfathomable.

This thing has been with Yin Chenglan for a long time, and his temperament is also very similar to him. Lingjiang felt that it was very stupid, so he sat down at the table with a cold face, and threw Wang Zhu at Yin Chenglan's feet.

The old man suffered some inhuman tortures on the way. He didn't see many wounds on his body, but he was in a trance. When he saw Lingjiang, he trembled all over and muttered something. Yin Chenglan bent over and heard him say in horror. : "Demon, demon, bird demon..."

Yin Chenglan smiled, thinking that Lingjiang, a little bird, was scared halfway.

"Where is Yan Chu?" Yin Chenglan asked.

Wang Zhu sat on the ground and kept talking to himself insanely.

Ling Jiang was staring at Hai Dongqing with big eyes and small eyes. When he heard him talking, he relied on his hands to be flexible with his claws, and suddenly pushed Hai Dongqing. Yin Chenglan's brother Hai didn't expect this bird to be so cheap, and his claws slipped. Yin Chenglan staggered on his wrists, spread his wings and fluttered two or three times before regaining his footing.

Costin: "..."

Ling Jiang walked around Yin Chenglan and squatted in front of Wang Zhu. Two or three steps away, he found out his octagonal plum blossom hammer, and smashed the hammer to the ground. His only good temper and patience were given to His Highness the Crown Prince. It is as cold as the winter wind.

Lowering his voice, he said sharply: "Don't pretend to be crazy, since I dared to expose my identity to you, I just wanted to tell you that for a person like you, I can eat three in one bite. Whether you say it or not, I can do whatever I want." What I got is just to give you a chance to breathe right now, if you are more honest and cooperative, maybe this monster will show mercy and not eat you, and hand you over to Yan Xiaobailian to deal with."

When he spoke, his face was gloomy, and the pitch-black plum blossom hammer in his hand had a chilling light, just like the monsters and ghosts in the folk tales.

Wang Zhu had lived half his life, and thought he was scheming and well-informed, but no matter how many times he saw, he never saw a monster. He was scared out of his wits all of a sudden. He was not a young man after all. Right now his mind is not clear, Lingjiang was so frightened, his whole body shook violently, he fell to his knees on the ground, kowtowed his head frantically, and kept shouting for mercy.

Ling Jiang asked coldly, "Where is Yan Chu?"

"Wonderful doctor Gu, I imprisoned him in the valley, Grandpa Bird, please forgive me, please forgive me..."

Ling Jiang hummed, stood up with a big hammer in his hand, pointed at Yin Chenglan with his chin, and signaled to him that the matter was settled.

Yin Chenglan leaned on the back of the wheelchair and looked at him with a smile in his eyes. If this matter was in his hands, he would at least have to beat around the bush and play a few well-known riddles first. He was tortured and frightened, and finally got the result.

This is a common method used by people. They always like to show off their vanity of convincing others with virtue first, but Lingjiang is much more brutal and direct, grasping the weakness and fear of the other party, and prescribing the medicine fiercely, with precision and ruthlessness. Li, hit with one blow, has a wild beauty of its own.

Seeing his smile, Ling Jiang's cold eyes froze for a moment, and then he softened. He only treats this person with the warmth of a spring breeze. Probably birds and beasts are so straightforward, and his clear love and hatred make complex-minded mortals envy .

"Let's go to the Valley of Miraculous Doctors?" Seeing that his expression was relaxed, Ling Jiang was about to move, put his hand on Yin Chenglan's other wrist, and rubbed his skin with his fingertips.

Yin Chenglan was speechless about the stinky hands and feet he developed at some point, and slapped off his paw, saying: "Since Yan Chu has already disappeared, I don't want to stay here any longer. I will set off to return to Wanhai Peak tonight." .”

He said vaguely: "The Yufeng Pavilion has become the target of public criticism, and my plan has just begun."

Ling Jiang understood that it was the emperor's army that had arrived, and said with a frown, "Okay."

Yin Chenglan caressed Hai Dongqing's smooth fur, his eye feathers drooped slightly, and the autumn sun shone golden on the doors and windows, reflecting his gentle and calm side face, but Lingjiang could sense it from his indifferent expression. strange.

"Once my identity is exposed, everyone related to me will become his target. You take Wang Zhu to the Valley of Divine Doctors to find Yan Chu and protect the two of you."

Lingjiang keenly found the problem: "When should I bring them to meet you?"

Yin Chenglan was silent for a while: "When this matter is resolved, I will send you a letter from Asuka."