"Friend?" Chen Lan murmured, with a little confusion and hope in his eyes: "Then what if he doesn't want me?"
"Then you can end it on your own. Well, you and Mr. Xing can go back with your master." Zi Tingjian waved his hand and said.
"Yes, Your Majesty." After saying that, she knelt down, kowtowed three times to Zi Tingjian, stood up and walked to Mr. Xing's side. As soon as they stood still, everyone felt as if she had disappeared, and they could no longer feel her breath, but she just stood there.
"Huh?" Xing Yantuo looked at Chen Lan in surprise: "Young lady, you are so capable! The distance is so close and you are in a static state, I can't lock your aura. Well, the dual attributes of wind and darkness, such top-notch dual attributes It would be a pity not to be a killer or a thief." Mr. Xing glanced at Zi Tingjian thoughtfully.
In Lingdong Continent, physical martial arts practitioners are divided into warriors and assassins. Most killers and thieves are assassins.
"Only the best killers can be the best guards; only the best thieves can be the best guards." Chen Lan replied in a cold tone.
Xing Yantuo looked at Chen Lan with a smile on his face: "Little girl, can you laugh?"
Hearing this, Chen Lan hesitated for a moment and tentatively made a few beautiful or ugly expressions. Finally, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xing, I can't."
Xing Lao looked at Zi Tingjian with dissatisfaction: "Huh! Only the cold-blooded guys from the royal family and the Assassin's Guild can cultivate such cold-blooded weapons without emotion!" Then he turned to Chen Lan, his face obviously a little more kind: "Girl , I’m here to tell you that the best protection comes from love, and the best protection comes from cherishing. Only if you love and cherish with your heart can you achieve the best protection. Stay with Xinhan, you You will understand one day. And if you stay in the royal family, I'm afraid you won't be able to do your best in your life. Let's go."
"Wait a minute!" Han Jiaozi walked up to the emperor and Mr. Xing amidst the curious eyes of everyone: "Your Majesty, Mr. Xing, please let me take care of brother Xinhan. He saved my life. This time I promise the palace I came down to perform originally because I wanted to see if he had returned to the palace, but I didn't expect..." Han Lijiao did not show any humility because of Zi Tingjian's identity, and even showed a kind of natural arrogance.
Zi Tingjian looked at Han Jiaozi. There was no dissatisfaction in his eyes. Instead, there was some appreciation: "Then there is Miss Lao Han. I have long heard that Miss Han's singing is sweet and moving. Today, I heard it, and it touches my heart and soul." . She really deserves the title of "Sounding Spirit Fairy". Alas, it's a pity that girl Xing'er. Xinhan grew up with her since she was a child. It's really difficult for her to get over this hurdle. Maybe your singing will be helpful to him.
"Your Majesty, thank you. Lijiao will do her best. I also hope that brother Xinhan will get well soon." Han Jiaozi gave a slight salute and walked outside Caiguang Garden with Mr. Xing and Chen Lan.
When Zi Yeshan saw them leaving, she clamored to follow: "Father, Father, I also want to go with Sister Han to take care of Brother Xinhan." After saying that, she chased after Xing Lao and others. But after running a few steps, Zi Tingjian grabbed him back, held him in his arms, and lovingly scratched the little princess's pouty mouth with his fingers: "Your brother Xinhan has been in poor health recently and needs to rest. You Don't disturb him."
The Yangyu Hall of the Guanghan Imperial Palace is the residence of Tang Xinhan, Prince Hanguang, the first heir to the empire.
At this moment, Tang Xinhan had been sleeping in bed for two days. In his bedroom, a square table made of purple-colored wood was placed with the best spiritual tea and some desserts and fruits sent by the Guanglu Chamber of Commerce. Two perfect girls sat facing each other at the table. One is dressed in a white dress and looks otherworldly; the other is dressed in black and looks heroic. It was Han Lijiao and Chen Lan.
Han Lijiao is really one of the best these days. There was no way, not counting her own words, there were usually two people in the room, one was unconscious and couldn't speak; the other was awake and couldn't speak.
Although Chen Lan seemed to relax a lot because of her change of status, she really didn't speak much. Freedom, yes, although deep down in her heart she still habitually thinks of herself as a tool, an accessory. But this kind of life was a comfortable life that she had never had in the past seventeen years. For the past seventeen years, she had spent every day in purgatory training and learning. If we talk about communicating with people, Han Lijiao should be regarded as her first real friend.
Maybe it’s because girls are more likely to open up to each other, and with Fairy Shengling’s beautiful and charming face, no one can be disgusted by it, not even Chen Lan, who is also a girl. exception. But just listen. Han Lijiao often talks for a long time, but she is too lazy to even say "hmm". Even if Han Lijiao asked her a question, she would usually just answer "yes" or "no". Fortunately, after two days of training by Han Lijiao, she has made slight progress today.
"Lan'er, how old were you when you first killed someone?"
"So big." Chen Lan gestured with her hand up to her waist.
Han Lijiao: "..."
"Lan'er, these years have been really hard on you. I can't imagine how you got out of such cruel training at such a young age. I'm so shocked that I break out in a cold sweat just thinking about it." Han Lijiao Looking at Chen Lan with sympathy.
As a result, Chen Lan also looked at her with sympathetic eyes, then stood up, came back with a handkerchief and handed it to Han Lijiao: "Wipe it."
Han Lijiao: "..."
"Lan'er, have you always been dressed like this when you grew up? When Xinhan wakes up, I will accompany you to make two sets of skirts."
"don't want."
"Why not? Girls would look better wearing skirts."
"When you kill someone, your butt will be seen by the corpse." Chen Lan pointed at the position where the corpse fell at his feet.
Han Lijiao: "..."
At this moment, Tang Xinhan finally dreamed of that petite figure again in his dream.
He gets himself drunk every day just for this moment. Although the dream is the same every day, there are shining dewdrops floating around. There were only two of them in the dream. But for him, as long as Xing'er is there, that's enough.
Tang Xinhan sat on the ground, and fifteen-year-old Meng Xing sat next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. Their hands were held tightly together.
"Xing'er, if only I could dream about you every time I dream."
"Brother Xinhan, I also hope to be with you forever, but you have to promise me not to drink anymore, okay? I don't want to see you giving up on yourself. I will be heartbroken." Meng Xing.
"But I can only dream of you when I'm drunk and let myself fall asleep quickly. Xing'er, if I can always dream of you, I would rather never wake up. As long as I can be with you forever, even if I I am also willing to die in this dream." Tang Xinhan stroked Mengxing's silky long hair and said softly.
"No, brother Xinhan. Xing'er wants you to live well and happily. I will always be with you." Meng Xing raised her little face and looked into Tang Xinhan's eyes.
"Xing'er, do you know? Since you left, my whole world has collapsed. There are only two things left in my life - thinking about you when I wake up, and dreaming about you when I sleep. You both Now that I’m gone, who can I show my happiness to?”
At this moment, a seductive female voice sounded around: "Okay, okay! You two little things don't have to fight in my territory anymore. It makes my skin crawl all over."
Tang Xinhan was startled by the sudden sound and quickly stood up to protect Meng Xing. Even in a dream, he would not allow anyone to hurt Meng Xing again.
"Hey, little brother is quite responsible! It's just that his strength is too poor. It's a pity. Xing'er, if you expect him to help you resurrect, I think there is no hope." As the charming female voice sounded again , about three meters away from him, the figure of a woman with a different appearance, plump figure, ice muscles and jade bones, extremely enchanting, who could almost turn all living beings upside down quickly solidified.
Only the key parts of this woman's body were wrapped with a few palm-wide pieces of lotus-colored flying tulle, and she was suspended one meter above the ground in such a charming manner. There were colorful petals floating around her body. As her right wrist turned outwards gently and lazily, the petals spread out, each taking away a drop of dew originally hanging in the dream. They fell on the ground one after another, and then the entire dream ground was filled with colorful flowers. Not far away there was a lake as clear and green as a mirror.
Tang Xinhan felt that his dream was no longer illusory at this moment, and had a sense of reality that could only be experienced after returning to the real world. Even the dream that was originally like a shadow has become more solid. He was completely stunned by the scene before him. But he was still deeply shaken by the two words in the words of that charming voice. Tang Xinhan looked at Meng Xing blankly but with hope, and murmured to himself: "Resurrection? She said resurrection? Xing'er, was she just saying that you can still be resurrected?"
And Mengxing was hit by the close relationship between the two. She was blushing at the moment. She lowered her head shyly and hid behind Tang Xinhan, and said shyly in a low voice: "Master, why did you come back suddenly? Brother Xinhan, let me help you." Please introduce me, this is my master, the dream spirit control master, Alan Sha Shuchun."
Tang Xinhan rubbed his eyes and asked a little confused: "Master? Xing'er, what is going on? Dream system? What type of system is that? I'm not dreaming, am I? No, this is mine. In a dream, how could it be real?" He pinched his arm and said, "Ah! It hurts! It can also hurt in a dream?"
At this time, the enchanting beauty suddenly teleported to the two of them, pinched her waist with her left hand, stretched out a hand with her right hand and touched Meng Xing's forehead, complaining: "Damn girl, how many times have I told you not to scream again?" My master, I want to call you sister! I am only 20,000 years old, and you are calling me old like this."
Mengxing stuck out her pink tongue and said, "I understand, Master."
"You..." The beautiful woman turned red with anger.
"Twenty thousand years old?" Tang Xinhan said in surprise, what kind of situation is this!
"Ah, no!" The enchanting woman realized that she had lost her mind and covered her mouth tightly with both hands with a look of regret.
Meng Xing obviously understood her temper very well and ignored her. He explained to Tang Xinhan self-consciously: "Brother Xinhan, this is really my master. Didn't I just tell you that Xing'er will always be with you?" . In fact, I thought I was dead that day and would never see Brother Xinhan again. But later I found out that it was Master who warmed my spiritual consciousness in the dream she created, allowing me to live in this way. I survived. But I can only live in your dream for the time being, because I am still just a spiritual body and cannot get out of the dream."
Although Tang Xinhan was confused, he basically understood that Xing'er was still alive. Although it was only in a dream, it already gave him hope. The sudden hope in despair made him so excited that he cried with joy and was almost speechless.
