dhibooks Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling talked a lot that day, but there were only two points in summary:
First, he is the suzerain of Jinling Terrace, and he must not take risks in the future, because the family cannot be without a master for a day.
Second, Lan Sizhui is indeed a very good friend, and we can continue to make friends, but a friend is a friend after all.
Jiang Cheng is so intelligent and sensitive, how could he not feel Jin Ling's little thoughtfulness.
But precisely because he was just feeling, guessing, he couldn't let it go.
Because Ah Ling can never become the second Wei Wuxian.
Although he didn't want to say it out loud, in his heart he still felt that Wei Wuxian was short-sleeved, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
And this discomfort should be because Wei Wuxian is from the Jiang family, even if he was once.But it is, whether Jiang Cheng admits it or not.
So, he didn't want to see his relatives again, the people of the Jiang family had any relationship with the Gusu Lan family.
Even if Jin Ling is considered to be from the Jin family, it won't work.
Looking into Jiang Cheng's eyes, Jin Ling was silent for a long time, finally nodded, and said jokingly, "Uncle, what are you thinking about? It's not like you don't know the 'no short sleeves' in the Lan's family rules.
Besides, how could I, Jin Ling, fall in love with someone like Lan Sizhui. "
Jiang Cheng smiled gratifiedly, and patted Jin Ling's head, finally becoming a little boyish.
Jin Ling was silent that day, freezing the love that had just broken ground.
He didn't even know how he got back to the hut where Lan Sizhui was temporarily staying.
I just remember that my heart was as cold as ice and snow.
His eyes touched the person on the bed, and he couldn't help walking over to caress that person's face.
He said to the unconscious Lan Sizhui: "Sizhui, I will always be by your side, watching you grow up, watching you find the girl you admire.
Then, I will see if he is as good as me and whether he is worthy of your admiration.
In the future, we are still bosom friends, friends, just friends. "
The tears were crystal clear and decisive, falling drop by drop on Lan Sizhui Wenyun Mo's forehead.
The white forehead was gradually soaked, and Jin Ling still didn't dare to touch it.But the tears have touched it, and it is considered complete.
He went to the bed again, this time I just lay gently beside the man, without any movement.
However, compared to the calmness on Yunmeng's side, Xiao Xingchen's side can be described as lively.
He took Wen Ting to find Song Zichen, but he didn't expect to run into Wang Xian who was wandering in Qinghe on the way home.
The collision didn't matter, but he was unlucky and bumped into Wuxian.
Lan Wangji said that he couldn't take it anymore, so he immediately drew his sword.
If it was Lan Wangji himself, Xiao Xingchen might have dealt with it easily, but Wei Wuxian in the wilderness was also there, so he wasn't sure he would be able to escape quickly.
Xiao Xingchen, who was busy getting away, didn't notice at all that there was a black figure staring at him intently from a little farther away.
Xue Yang's eyes were full of the demeanor of a white-clothed Taoist priest, ruthless yet elegant.
When he was in a trance, he heard the sound of the flute rising from the ground, and his arms like withered bones stretched out towards the Taoist priest in white.
Xue Yang frowned, he really didn't want the man's white clothes to be stained black.
Before he had time to react, Xiao Xingchen flew up in a flash, dressed in spotless white clothes.
He suddenly said: "You have already killed him, so don't stain the clothes he gave, or I will be angry."
As if Lan Wangji was about to step forward again, Xue Yang suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Don't, don't hit me."
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See you again, Frustrated Yang and Blackened Little Xingxing......