Chapter IX The idea of a young man
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Cold Lingyun has always boasted that he is very good at the determination, but this teenager has a word to choke on the ability to kill people, in line with his thinking that he has picked up the sky - big cheap, people simply can't look at, cold Lingyun decided to remain silent.
"Here" a fish that has been roasted in front of him a while later.
Cold Lingyun after the take, vent like a hard bite, completely do not realize that they first without mustard eat what strangers give, did not notice opposite the young man's eyes flashing smile.
"I'm tired, I'm going back to rest" Cold Lingyun got up and left after the fish.
The teenager didn't open his mouth, but watched her distant little figure staggered with staggered whips.
When the teenager returned to the cave again, he saw that cold Lingyun was lying on a few spliced hides, and his small body was curled together and seemed very restless, and his eyebrows were locked tightly.
He could see his frown, and somehow she was reluctant to see such a look on her face, and she should have been all smiles and shining in the sun.
Thinking of this mind seems to recall last night, she cleverly made up a large net, the small body as if with extremely powerful strength, so firmly to pull him all the way.
He didn't think about waking up, but yesterday's consumption was so great that he was forbidden, how hard he couldn't wake up, the first time he was touching a man other than a master and a master. This feeling should be the heartache of other populations.
She was heart - wretted but still strong, exhausted but still steadfast, he watched her face full of tiredness and restless at the moment, with a light touch of her eyebrows, a wave of long sleeves and a force that shot into the cold clouds, And then he put her in the arms gently.
Looking at the young man in his arms gradually calm down the sleeping face, the bottom of the eye gradually overflowed with laughter, the heart is alsorare calm.
But when her eyes touched her right shoulder, she couldn't laugh again, there was a deep blood scar, different from the whip of the other parts on her body, the position around her was littered with traces of friction.
His heart suddenly ached, he didn't find out, such a deep scar must be very painful, she a little girl but five years old how can endure, and still calm as if not hurt.
He began to wonder about her identity, and what kind of family had to grow up to have, to have such a toughness and patience.
Suddenly, the heart rose to want to protect her desire, such an idea also frightened himself, although he has not all recovered memory, but also vaguely feel that he is not a person willing to engage too much with people, not to mention such an idea.
He shook his head slowly, took out a porcelain bottle from somewhere, pulled out the pill from the bottle plug and poured out the pill in the inside into the cold Ling Yunkou, and took out another porcelain bottle to open it, and a burst of clear aroma filled the cave.
He got up and flattened the cold cloud to unravel her clothes, and the pupils shrank and became a deep.
She had a little mark on her body, and at one glance she could see that the marks were new and old, and what decided his mind seemed to make, so he thought more about, carefully smeared the liquid in the porcelain bottle around her, and dressed her clothes well.
She lay back to close her eyes on the web of the rattan she had weaved for herself, waving her sleeves lightly, and a spiritual effort to unravel the cave in the cold cloud.
And cold Lingyun but completely do not know what happened, turned over and changed a more comfortable position to sleep sweet.
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