Grandpa is such a bird

Pressing the song repeatedly had no choice but to sit down obediently.

All eyes were on one person. The adult covered the noisy child and looked at his elder.

The elders couldn't understand what they were arguing about, so they couldn't speak rashly.

The curtains of the tent were rolled up wantonly in the wind and snow, and the bonfire reflected a strange color in front of the tent.

Yin Chenglan's hand on his lap twitched nervously. He subconsciously touched the cup and brought it to his lips. When he touched the cold liquid, he realized that it was wine, so he put it down again, and said, "Mother, don't disturb me." If you're interested, go ahead."

Yin Qingyi couldn't persuade him, so she had to explain to the others and signaled them to continue the banquet.

The wine was served again, salty milk tea and yak meat were also on the plate, the air was filled with the smell of barbecue, and the hot chili made a 'bozi' sound on the delicious browned meat, exuding a layer of attractive oil .

But the atmosphere was far less lively than before, and the voice became more restrained.

After eating for a while, Yin Chenglan couldn't swallow anymore, his chest was full of breath, his throat was so swollen, and the dormant poisonous blood faintly boiled in his bones.

"I'm going out to get some air."

In the end, Yin Chenglan found a lame excuse and left the tent unseemly.

Yin Qingyi wanted Toya to follow her to have a look, but was stopped by Lian Song, Lian Chief Manager was so full of food, he wiped his red lips with a handkerchief, and in the blink of an eye, there was an argument in his stomach, He picked two or three sentences that he thought were the most suitable, curled the corners of his lips, and showed a pure and harmless smile: "Madam, don't worry, Master and Ling Jiang are both well-measured people, and they usually just quarrel with each other. If you don't come and go out like this every day, it's like you can't go on, don't worry, we will make up in a while."

Yin Qingyi blinked, looked outside, and asked in surprise, "Arguing?"

She had the impression that the prince had behaved calmly since he was a child, and he was very steady when he was a little older. He never played and fought like children of the same age, let alone quarreled with anyone.

He himself was never childish, and no one dared to argue with him.

The first time I heard this word used on Yin Chenglan, Yin Qingyi, who is his own mother, couldn't help being a little surprised, and even pressed the song to take the opportunity to continue: "Yeah, Lingjiang is angry with you when you have nothing to do, and you are so angry with a living person." Like."

Yin Qingyi was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly his eyes fixed on him.

Lian sat up straight according to the song, his expression became serious, and his brows and eyes showed the calmness of years: "Madam, you should know what kind of life you have lived these years, if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a walking dead, The peak of Yufeng Pavilion is cold at night, and even birds can't fly up. I have lived on it for more than ten years. I always thought that my concentration and heart were about to become immortals, but when Lingjiang appeared Afterwards, I realized that I was wrong, he is not a fairy, he is about to become a demon."

Even a normal person who has endured hatred for so many years can't take it anymore, let alone a person who could run and jump, but his legs were forcibly removed and he was trapped in an inch of space.

Lian pressed the song and said: "Since Lingjiang appeared, Master is like a living person. He laughs when he should laugh, and his teeth itch when he should be angry. Ma'am, I think this is very good. Back then, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the inner garden of the deep palace was alright, more like a living person."

Yin Qingyi listened, as if she couldn't bear anything, she gently closed her eyes, she was very beautiful and gentle, her silver-white hair seemed to have the gleam of time, Yin Chenglan was very similar to her, but his brows were always furrowed, and his eyes were always deep , always calculating in my heart, never really really happy.

Yin Qingyi knew what it was like, and it was hard to suppress the dense distress for a while.

"Did Lingjiang change him?"

Lian Press sang: "Although I really don't want to admit it, but it is true."

Yin Qingyi choked slightly: "Are they... are they that kind of relationship?"

Lian Pressing Song glanced at Toya, who lowered her head and said nothing: "Well, so you don't have to worry, you won't be able to quarrel. Although Lingjiang has a dog temper and always blows up when he has nothing to do, he won't really bite the master. .”

Yin Qingyi shook her head: "I seem to know why that kid from Lingjiang is angry."

She pursed her lips, as if she had made a big mistake, and said softly, hesitantly: "I was talking to Lan'er about matchmaking this morning."

Double-click the song: "..."

Why did no one inform him of this big gossip? !

Yin Chenglan searched a lot before finding Lingjiang not close to the tribe.

He was leaning against a boulder rolled down from a snow-capped mountain, his body was covered with snow, and the white snow was spread on his black hair, revealing a faint serenity in the extreme of thick ink and color.

He is either as silent as Mo, or as lively as Xue. This kind of contradictory personality is natural in Lingjiang.

How much good fortune and spirituality should it take to produce such a thorough person in the world.

There was a depression in front of the boulder, and the snow was so deep that a wheelchair couldn't get through it. Yin Chenglan had to stop on the small hill in front of the rock, overlooking the people ten steps away: "Come here."

Ling Jiang bent one leg against the rock, closed his eyes, and seemed to be asleep.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Yin Chenglan sighed: "I won't drink anymore."

Lingjiang's curly eyelashes trembled, and slowly opened, looking at the snow in front of him.

The wind and snow were blowing in the distance, Yin Chenglan's jaw was stretched into a line, and his Adam's apple was rolling: "I won't marry her."

As soon as this sentence was uttered, the following words immediately slid out of his throat: "Don't be angry, come here, huh?"

At this time, Ling Jiang met his eyes, was silent for a moment, and asked, "What about me?"

Yin Chenglan was puzzled.

Ling Jiang supported the rock and stood up, his long body standing tall and jade in the wind and snow, his face was almost transparent, and his eyes were glowing: "What about me, where do you put me?"

Yin Chenglan's heart twitched, he forced a smile and said, "It's not as good as it is now."

Ling Jiang stepped on the snow from the low-lying area and walked to him step by step, put his hands on the armrest of the wheelchair beside Yin Chenglan, lowered his head in a forced posture, and said in an emotionless voice: "I'm not good. I'm not good at all." No, I'm fed up with your vague attitude, fed up with pretending to be stupid in front of you, and fed up with this shallow taste."

Lingjiang: "Yin Chenglan, I don't want to be the same as now, I want you to give me more, I want you to give me the blood I gave you, the love I gave you, and your care, and you have to give it all to me, how will I treat you? , you have to treat me like this, this is what I want, not what you think is good now!"

Yin Chenglan couldn't even laugh, and hurriedly turned away, not daring to look at Lingjiang, his breathing was short, his chest heaved, and when he spoke, his voice became hoarse: "I can't, you—"

Blood gushed out of the corners of his lips unexpectedly, and Yin Chenglan coughed violently. The bright red blood dripped on the snow and pierced into Lingjiang's eyes, burning his eyeballs sorely.

Ling Jiang reached out and wanted to hug him, but he froze in mid-air. He silently watched the blood splashing on him, his heart was throbbing so painfully that it was about to burst, but his eyes were cold.

He just looked at him indifferently while feeling distressed, thinking in his heart, if Yin Chenglan died now, he would be much better if he died, and he didn't have to worry about when his poison would attack day and night. Whether the antidote can be found or not, there is no need for him to be wronged by anyone.

But just thinking about it made him feel like he was about to suffocate.

Ling Jiang withdrew his hand, his thin lips moved, but he didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Just as he was about to pass by again, Yin Chenglan grabbed his wrist: "Lingjiang cough cough cough cough cough cough cough——"

Yin Chenglan clenched his hand tightly, leaned on the wheelchair and coughed violently, his lips were red with blood, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Ling Jiang wanted to withdraw his hand. At this moment, the wheelchair under Yin Chenglan trembled, the wheels loosened, and suddenly slid down the hill.

At the moment of slipping, Yin Chenglan let go of Lingjiang with a quick reaction, but the latter clasped his wrist with his backhand, turned his feet three or two times, slipped his hand on his shoulder, and pulled Yin Chenglan into it. arms.

The mahogany wheelchair rolled all the way down.

Ling Jiang hugged Yin Chenglan and stepped on the snow. Before he could stand still, he frowned and wanted to speak. Before he could speak, his feet slipped. He obviously hadn't tried the power of ice and snow. He lost his mind and fell to the ground. Watching Yin Chenglan repeat the mistakes of the wheelchair, the world spun, and rolled into the half-person-high snowdrift without turning.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the wind seemed to be unable to blow into the snow pit. Except for the white snow between the sky and the earth, there was only this person in front of him left.

When Lingjiang landed on the ground, he held Yin Chenglan in his arms, and was fortunate enough to be his flesh pad. Before he had time to feel whether his body was injured, he frowned and asked first: "Are you injured?"

Yin Chenglan propped himself up from him, looked at Lingjiang's concerned gaze, couldn't bear it anymore, lowered his head and kissed him on the lips: "I'm just afraid..."

Ling Jiang's eyes shrank suddenly, and before he could finish what he said, he turned his waist hard, and immediately pressed Yin Chenglan under his body, and then covered him and kissed him.

Lingjiang's kiss was ferocious and intense, like sparks that hit at a single point, without any skill, without concealing his emotions, it burst out all at once, and all of them were parried on Yin Chenglan.

He kissed instinctively, rubbing Yin Chenglan's lips fiercely and painfully, prying his lips open roughly, and messing with his tongue.

Yin Chenglan's lips were covered with blood, and Ling Jianghan sucked and licked him, wishing to skin him, drink his blood, gouge out his bones and flesh.

The natural blood of a man and the wildness in the bones of a fierce bird are vividly reflected in Lingjiang. He endured it again and again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. Angrily, he pressed Yin Chenglan's hand to the top of his head, gnawed him frantically, and pulled Yin Chenglan with the other hand. Unzipping Yin Chenglan's belt, tearing off his neckline, revealing a large piece of flexible skin, then Lingjiang ripped off his clothes indiscriminately, allowing two hot chests to stick together.

It wasn't until the belt was untied that Yin Chenglan, who was caught in this passionate kiss, came back to his senses. Seeing that the matter was about to develop uncontrollably, he quickly pressed Lingjiang's shoulder, trying to avoid the kiss of the person on his body: " Lingjiang, Lingjiang!"

"Shut up." Lingjiang said coldly, without even bothering to raise his head.

Yin Chenglan felt a panic in his heart. He rarely had such a panic in his life. He put his arms across his chest to block the people who kept kissing him, and hurriedly said: "You, you don't, hiss, Lingjiang, I cough Cough cough cough cough—"

The coughing couldn't stop anymore.

Sensing that he was really uncomfortable, Ling Jiang climbed up from him with unsatisfied desire, and with a cold face of desire and dissatisfaction, he helped Yin Chenglan straighten his messy clothes.

It took me a whole day to find out that I almost stripped him naked.

When Yin Chenglan finished tidying up, Ling Jiang also stood on the other side of the snow pit fully dressed.

He still didn't speak much, and there was no smile on his face.

Yin Chenglan sat on the ground and pulled his belt, always felt that this scene was absurd, how could he almost be taken advantage of by so-and-so, and he was not happy that he almost took advantage of such-and-such people.

"I……"

Ling Jiang suddenly said: "Are you afraid that the antidote will not be found, and I will feel more uncomfortable if you die?"

Yin Chenglan bent his lower lip helplessly.

Ling Jiang said: "I'm not a woman, so you don't need to worry about this." He walked up to Yin Chenglan, looked down at him, and said calmly and self-control: "I've thought about it, I shouldn't mention this right now, find an antidote first , let’s talk about everything later.”

He took out a small cloth bag from his arms and threw it into Yin Chenglan's hand.

The moment Yin Chenglan caught it, he almost thought it was his money for whoring: "..."

Lingjiang said: "Give it to your mother, you can give it to her."

After finishing speaking, he half-knelt down, and stopped asking him what position he wanted in a very inconsiderate manner, and directly hugged him horizontally, and jumped out of the snow pit.

"..."

When the two returned to the Xuemo Tribe, the banquet had been over for a long time. Yin Chenglan didn't expect Lingjiang to be so rational. He let him try to tease him again and again, but all he got was Lingjiang's face. Glanced at him expressively.

As soon as they came back, they realized that something was wrong, and when they rushed to Yin Qingyi's room, they saw Lian Songe pacing back and forth, looking around.

Seeing them, Lian Press Song was taken aback for a moment: "Did you fight?"

There are blood stains on the face, lips and body, it looks a bit miserable.

It's gratifying to upgrade from bickering to hands-on.

Ling Jiang ruthlessly raised his sleeve and wiped it on his mouth, wiping it off.

Yin Chenglan: "..."

Who was licking him hard just now?

"What happened?" Yin Chenglan wiped the blood off his body with a handkerchief.

Lian Pressing a serious expression, he said: "Leader Su He's Xinniao came back, covered in blood, was seriously injured, and died as soon as he hit the ground. Someone dipped in blood and wrote two words on Xinniao's body."

— don't come.