Grandpa is such a bird

After walking in the snow for two hours, the sky darkened, but the vision was good, and the surrounding area was very brightly reflected by the snow.

Lingjiang flew in the snow for a while, and his body was covered with snow, so he had to shake up and down while flying.

Lian looked at the song and said, "You are almost dizzy."

He had an extra vest that he couldn't bear to look at. At first he refused, but after a short time in the snow, he discovered the benefits of the vest. He wrapped it around his body and pressed the cloak tightly against his body so that the heat could not dissipate. Go out, people will be much warmer.

The snow in northern Xinjiang seemed to be unstoppable. It didn't take much effort. The road they walked was covered with snow again. The horse walked slower and slower. In the end, the heavy snow almost covered the horse's back. The petite When a person stands in the snow, it is estimated that he will not even be able to show his head.

Lian Pressing half of his body was soaked in the snow, his whole body was tightly wrapped, the only face exposed to the outside was covered with icicles, at first he had a few words with the two people who were flying in the sky and sitting in the car, By the time I got there, I was too cold to speak.

At this time, Ling Jiang, who had been circling high in the sky and leading the way, said, "Here we are."

Lian Pressing the song reacted slowly, his eyes lit up, he raised his eyes to look, he saw the snow wall piled up around him first, stretched his neck, and then saw the village not far away from outside the snow wall.

To be exact, it is not called a village. There are only a few solitary houses closer together. The roofs are conical, dark, and highly sloped. When snow falls on it, it slides to the sides. It cannot accumulate snow, so It is obvious in the white snow, like a hill that suddenly rises from the ground.

He even flicked the whip according to the song, urging the horse, which was about to freeze, to approach the awl.

Lian pressed the song: "Is Yan Chu here?"

"I received a letter from him after I arrived in the Central Plains."

After Ling Jiang finished speaking, he got into the carriage.

Pressing the song and looking around, he drove the horse in, and after shaking it for a long time, the horse stood still uneasy, and refused to take another step in. He slapped the ice off his face, trembling Said: "It's all at the door, if you don't go in to take shelter from the wind, you have to freeze in the snow."

As soon as Ling Jiang got into the carriage, he quickly turned into a human form, pressed Yin Chenglan under his body, and stuffed his frozen hands into his arms. Yin Chenglan reached out to intercept him, but he didn't. The warm skin was caught off guard by a pair of cold hands. Pressing his hand, he trembled uncontrollably, as if he had an ice lump in his chest, the feeling was beyond imagination.

Yin Chenglan lay on the brocade quilt of the carriage with goosebumps all over his body, gritted his teeth and said, "Take it out."

Lingjiang's legs wrapped around his waist, and the hand on Yin Chenglan's body rubbed his muscular chest vigorously twice: "I'm almost freezing to death, what's the matter if I let it go."

Yin Chenglan didn't expect that he not only touched it, but also dared to rub it. His cold hands ran over the hot skin, and Yin Chenglan groaned for a moment.

But Lian Song outside the carriage couldn't drive the horse, so he turned his head and lifted the curtain to ask questions. Just as he opened a gap, he saw the posture of the two overlapping, and heard his master's panting, suddenly it was like five thunderbolts, and the urine He was about to be frightened out, and he scrambled and fell into the snowdrift under the carriage.

Yin Chenglan was furious, grabbed Lingjiang's claws from his arms, gave him a stern look, straightened the messy skirt, forced his voice out of his throat, and said angrily, "If you're so cheap, I'll chop your claws off!"

Then he lifted the curtain and sang to Lian Jin who was still sitting in the snow pit: "Don't get out!"

The chief manager hurriedly got up, got into the carriage, and shrank aside with his hands and feet bound, not daring to speak, but he tried his best to aim at Ling Jiang who was leaning against the wall of the carriage.

Seeing his mischievous look, Yin Chenglan wanted to scold him, but because he was too embarrassed to open his mouth just now, he had to snort coldly.

Ling Jiang looked away from the gap in the curtains and said, "It's not just the horse, I also feel that something is wrong there. Birds and beasts are naturally sensitive to danger."

"That's still..." Lian pressed the song, paused for a while, looked at the nineteenth master who was sitting on the other side, and saw that he didn't respond, so he asked cautiously: "Are you still going in?"

Ling Jiang said: "Come on, it's getting late, we can't spend the night outside, besides, the address left in Yan Chu's letter is here, no matter what, we have to go in and see what happened."

Lian Presse thinks what he said makes sense, the wind howls outside the carriage, and it gets colder in the middle of the night, even if the three of them can cope overnight in the carriage, the horse can't, and they will have to rely on it to travel tomorrow.

"Let's go now." Ling Jiang said, turning his head to look at Yin Chenglan, and stretched out his hand to him: "Back or hug?"

The snow was so deep that a wheelchair would certainly not be usable.

Lingjiang asked intimately, "Which pose do you like?"

Hearing this sentence, Lian Song couldn't help coughing, and looked up at the two of them, and just met Yin Chenglan's gloomy eyes, he was shocked in his heart, and rushed out of the car without looking back: "I'm here Wait outside."

Get out like a dog biting your ass.

Yin Chenglan looked at the slender and beautiful hand in front of him expressionlessly, wondering why it was so cheap.

"Let's go, don't delay." Ling Jiang pulled out his cloak and handed it to him: "It's really cold outside, you wear more, I'll wait for you under the carriage, huh? Obedient, no matter how good your lightness skill is, you can't help it Flew directly into the village."

Yin Chenglan said angrily, "I know."

He is disabled, even though he can not rely on others in many cases, but there are always times when he can't take care of himself, he is very clear, so no matter how embarrassing it is, Yin Chenglan will force himself to accept it.

Ling Jiang smiled and said, "Don't be angry, be good, at worst I'll let you touch it back."

Yin Chenglan looked him up and down critically, and snorted.

It is impossible to hug, you can only use your back.

Yin Chenglan originally thought that Lingjiang would take this opportunity to attack him, but unexpectedly, when he carried him, he was extraordinarily cautious, as if he was carrying a fragile treasure in the world, and his expression could not help but become serious. Walking in the snow, every time Every step is cautious and steady.

Lian Presse used his body to break a path in front, and Ling Jiang followed behind with Yin Chenglan on his back. After getting out of the carriage, Yin Chenglan realized the biting coldness of northern Xinjiang, and the hair of the young man who was carrying him was covered with white snow , his cheeks and neck were cold, but the hands clasped on his body were warm.

Yin Chenglan looked at Lingjiang's handsome profile, and suddenly said, "Okay."

Lingjiang hummed in confusion, and Yin Chenglan said: "If I am going to die, I will let you kill me yourself, and you will not let yourself die of poison."

Ling Jiang's footsteps stopped for a moment, and then he returned to normal. He turned his head and glanced at Yin Chenglan slightly. The broken snow was on his eyelashes. Ling Jiang didn't say anything, but nodded silently. The melted snow flowed from his eyes like tears. slide down.

Yin Chenglan on his back clearly saw the flash of pain in those dark eyes.

The whole village is not big, and there are only seven or eight sharp-edged houses. They can see the head at a glance. After they entered, they felt a strange atmosphere.

There is no one here.

There are firewood piled up around the house, as well as food and grass for horses. Not far away, there is a bulging hill at the end of the village, which is probably the place where the village stores things. Now it is covered by snow, and nothing can be seen piled up.There are obviously traces of someone's life here, but for some reason, there are no people around.

Yin Chenglan said: "Go into the room and have a look."

Lian Presse jumped two steps in the snow that was almost up to his waist, and jumped in front of a sharp cone house. Then he gave a suspicious cry, bent down to push the snow away from his feet, only to find that in front of the house was a There are three or four high steps, and the snow is so deep that it is covered.

"Wait, I'll clear the snow." He swept the snow away with his arm, revealing a wood that was as dark as the ridge of the roof. This kind of wood was unknown, and it was so black that it stained his hands even after he touched the song. He was about to He asked Ling Jiang to come up, but suddenly he lowered his head and smelled the stain on his hands, and then his expression changed immediately.

Seeing him bent over and staring stiffly at the steps for a while, Ling Jiang called him twice, pressed the song, and then touched the steps heavily with his hand, slowly straightened his body, turned his head, his face was pale, and raised his head. Show them your palm.

I saw his palms were as red as blood, and the blood stains were red and black, soaked in the ice and snow, it hadn't dried completely, and exuded an uncomfortable rusty smell.

Ling Jiang quickly went to see Jianzhuo's house. Yin Chenglan on his back waved his hand, shook open the door with the inside, and strode in with the song. After a while, he came out with a bad face: "The house There was no one there, but there were signs of a fight, and there were long bloodstains on the floor, as if the corpse had been forcibly dragged outside."

"Go and see other houses." Yin Chenglan said, and even pressed the song in response, and jumped up, his feet lightly touched the snow, and he landed in front of the adjacent house in a blink of an eye.

A quarter of an hour later, Lian Pressing Song frowned and walked back with heavy steps. He shook his head: "It's the same. There is blood everywhere in the room, but there is no corpse. Something may have happened to Doctor Yan and Mr. Ji."

Ling Jiang put Yin Chenglan on the steps that he had just cleaned, stood up and looked around.

The cold wind finally picked up in the middle of the night, blowing the thin snow on the top of the snow everywhere.

Yin Chenglan looked at Ling Jiang standing in the snow at half a person's height, his thin body was covered with flying snow, and the melted snow formed a thin layer of ice on his body, even though his hands and feet were cold, Ling Jiang was dressed very well At least, against the backdrop of the heavy snow, he always looks a little thin.

Yin Chenglan couldn't bear it, took off the cloak on his shoulders, and threw it to Lingjiang: "What are you thinking?"

Ling Jiang reached out to catch it, held it in his arms, and said, "I wonder if the person is dead, and if so, where does the body go?"

He suddenly squatted down in the snow pit and started digging inside.

Lian Pressing didn't know what he was looking for, so he jumped into the snow pit and piled the snow aside with him.

Yin Chenglan sat on the steps of the conical room and could only see the snow piled up in the big snow pit until the snow on both sides gradually piled up. At this moment, Lingjiang suddenly stood up, carrying something in his hand, walked to By Yin Chenglan's side.

After seeing clearly what it was, Yin Chenglan's eyebrows and eyes suddenly showed an extremely gloomy chill.

It was a red and black poisonous scorpion.