Absolutely admire

Cong Rong sat there in a daze, looked at the flower-shaped ice cube in his hand, and said word by word: "It's amazing."

The little beggar couldn't help twitching his eyebrows when he heard the words, and turned his head to stare at his face in disbelief, thinking for a moment that he had heard wrongly, he murmured: "You, you just said... what?"

Cong Rong blinked, and repeated without looking sideways: "I said you are amazing?"

The little beggar was silent for a while, lowered his head, without looking at the face of the person opposite, and asked, "You... don't think it's strange?"

Cong Rong blinked again, and felt that his words were quite interesting, and said a little funnyly: "Why should I find it strange, at your age you know a little bit of frost and cold spells, it's too late for me to admire it, by the way, are you Where did you learn it?"

His eyes have been poisoned by the spells that Cong Quan has played in front of him for 13 years, so he doesn't have any brain-dead thoughts about "this is a demon", "this person is a monster" and so on.

However, this beggar is not so calm, his heart at this moment is like a calm lake, a small stone is thrown, stirring up weak ripples.

He himself knew exactly how much he weighed, and he had only learned a little bit about these spells, and he couldn't even manipulate them freely. As a result, he was tabooed and insulted by many people because he lost control for a while, but the person in front of him not only didn't Fear him, bully him, and even praise him.

Suddenly, he only knew that a strange and special emotion suddenly poured into his heart, and his heart warmed involuntarily, and his cold face softened instantly.

This was the first time he heard a compliment without sarcasm since he lost his loved one.

Cong Rong's smile was reflected in those dark eyes, his lips parted slightly, and he couldn't help but said, "It's with my sister..."

Suddenly, he stopped breathing again, as if thinking of something, he suddenly turned his head, stopped looking at him, and said in his heart: Why should I explain this to this person?

This person was just looking at it from the perspective of a non-ordinary person. He was a little surprised by this and didn't care about it.

Cong Rong sat cross-legged, with his hands on his knees, and saw that the man looked indifferent again, he sighed, pretending to be sad and said: "Although I admire your ability very much, but my flower After all, my son is ruined, alas... now it's over, I can't give it away."

Seeing the other party's lowered eyelids, intending to look at the solitary ice sculpture flower lying on the ground, Cong Rong curled his mouth, and calmly grabbed the other party's wrist again, leaned forward, raised his head, and put his lips on the On his neck, there was a "squeaky" sound, and he started to suck.

The smell of blood poured into his mouth continuously, soaking his tongue. When he noticed that the opponent's body was stiff for a few seconds, and then he was about to move again, Cong Rong couldn't help but frowned and pressed it down forcibly.

After taking a sip, he turned his head away from the opponent's neck, and spat blood on the ground beside him.

Seeing that the blood had turned black and scary due to the toxin, Cong Rong didn't bother to care about the reaction of the man in front of him, and without saying a word, he took another gulp at the blood-stained throat.

"……you!"

He was completely stunned, staring blankly at the back of the head of the person beside him, his whole body was stretched like a steel plate, and he couldn't break free even if he tried to break free.

The warm lips are attached to his skin, and the touch is particularly clear and obvious.In an instant, he only felt his head start to heat up, and his mood became flustered and embarrassed, like a child in trouble and at a loss.

After a while, it may be that a lot of toxins in the body have been absorbed, and a little strength has recovered from his whole body. He curled up his fingers, hurriedly grabbed Cong Rong's arm, and pulled him off his body with a strong pull.

After Cong Rong got up from the opponent, he turned his head slightly and spit out blood, then wiped the blood around his mouth with his cuff as if nothing had happened, looked at him calmly and said, "Is it much better?"

I saw that the eyes of the person in front of me were faintly red at this moment, the bloodshot eyes were obvious, and there were several wrinkles between his brows. Although he couldn't see his specific facial features and expression clearly, Cong Rong knew that this person must be He was so angry that he wanted to smash his head off.

As if a ball of anger was churning in his chest, the other party stood up without warning with a "swish", gave him a hard look, turned around and was about to leave, but was held back by Cong Rong again.

Cong Rong said with a smile: "I allow you to go now, but ah, you have to take me with you."

"open."

Cong Rong said aggrievedly: "Don't, I already saved your life, how about it, you're more energetic now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a stabbing pain on his wrist. Cong Rong felt the pain, frowned and let out a "hiss", and when he was about to raise his head and scold him for what he was doing, before he could say anything, he saw the person in front of him with red eyes, using a kind of Staring at him with a look that was about to cry, she cursed first, "Shut up the fuck!"

Cong Rong: "..."

Cong Rong closed his eyes tightly, clenched his fists and said, "I've never seen you like this..."

A drop of crystal tears suddenly fell on his cheek, Cong Rong frowned, thinking it was going to rain, looked up at the sky, and found that the sky was still clear and cloudless, he sighed and nodded again , suddenly froze.

Although the beggar stared at him expressionlessly, his face was as stiff as petrified, but he could clearly see a streak of tears streaming down his face.

My dear mother, this man actually cried! ?

When Cong Rong was still wondering what a terrible day it was today and that he shouldn't be going out, he saw this man staring at him with eyes filled with tears, and said with a choked voice: "...Only you dare to treat me like this! "

Cong Rong trembled, and put his palms together in front of his chest in desperation, and blurted out: "I was wrong, I'm sorry!"

As soon as the voice fell, the breeze blew slowly, and it was so quiet that I couldn't figure it out.

It seemed that every molecule in the air was blatantly protruding, and the atmosphere was as embarrassing as it could be.

It took a while for Cong Rong to realize that he obviously did this to save him, so why did he ask him to apologize.

Just because the other party was crying, he would humbly say why he was so wrong... This is too strange.

He smiled awkwardly, thinking that he should not be seen in the same way as the old, sick and disabled, and said in a soft voice: "I was wrong, so don't cry, at worst, you can hit me."

A person who looks obviously older than him actually wants him to coax him, what is the situation in this world.

Who knows, instead of calming down after hearing that, the man shouted at him, "I didn't!"

He raised his other hand above his head, aiming at Cong Rong, with a sense of déjà vu that he was about to wave it down anytime, anywhere.

"Okay, okay, you don't have it, how could you have it..."

Cong Rong thought in his heart that he didn't really want to hit him, his worldview collapsed instantly, almost kneeling down.

He roared in his heart: Who is this! ?

Hearing this sentence, the beggar seemed to have calmed down a little bit, and slowly lowered his hands under Cong Rong's vigilant gaze, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and he lowered his head and stared at the ground, with a well-affected expression. Looks like he was injured.

I don't know if I feel that although this person is very weird, he is inexplicably cute.Cong Rong's heart moved, and he wanted to touch the man's head.

But the opponent was no longer short at this time, he was more than a head taller than him, so Cong Rong couldn't reach him all of a sudden, seeing that the opponent didn't notice, he used his legs slightly, jumped up with all his strength, and touched the top of his head.

But after all, things backfired. With such a move, "touching" turned into "slapping".

It fell with a "snap".

He was shocked, and the other party was also shocked.

Cong Rong's smile became even stiffer: "I'm sorry, I just want to pat your head."

Whoever said this would dare to believe it.

Unsurprisingly, if the beggar had an aggrieved and pitiful look before, then at this moment, he was vicious, as if he had some mortal enmity with him, and he slapped him on the head severely, and shouted: "No! Touch me!"

The two exchanged so much courtesy, Cong Rong felt that there was nothing in this world that could make him so distracted. He sniffed, not intending to see this psycho again, grabbed his sleeve and said, "Take me away!" here."

"..."

It was as if a group of crows flew overhead, smacking their beaks.

Cong Rong's facial muscles twitched, and he raised his head and yelled, "Damn, I just want to get out of here!!!"

-

On the way to leave, Cong Rong had nothing to do, and while walking, he watched the beggar from behind.

I feel that although this person's facial features are not very clear, and the clothes he wears are also tattered, there is always a kind of refined aura emanating from the inside out, as if he was born with it.

If you wash his face and change his clothes, maybe he will still be a handsome young man.

But since this person knew a little bit of frost spells, Cong Rong thought that instead of letting him continue to be bullied here, it would be better to let him practice with Cong Quan directly.

With his bad personality of biting everyone, he can just take care of his father who often loses his wife and is idle every day, saving him from bothering him all day.

After making up his mind, Cong Rong smiled at his back, and said insincerely, "By the way, I don't know your name yet."

"Why should I tell you."

This answer was expected, Cong Rong still said: "Do you think it's unfair? Then I'll tell you my surname first, and you can tell me a surname too."

"..."

He didn't answer, but Cong Rong didn't know that the other party just didn't want to talk to him, and thought he had acquiesced, so he smiled and continued: "My surname is Cong, it's your turn."

The beggar then tilted his head slightly, and after giving him a vague look, he turned his head again and said coldly, "Whatever your last name is has nothing to do with me."

Yo, I'm still making trouble.

Cong Rong was not annoyed, but just raised her lips slightly.Then, like a follower, he strode forward a few times, followed closely behind with small steps, poked his head out to look at the side face of the little beggar, and said persistently: "Don't do this, anyway, I am too. Your savior, um... I don't think you are much older than me, let's be friends, shall we?"

"not good."

Cong Rong: "Oh, if you really care so much about me kissing your neck, at worst, you can kiss me back."

A swear word blurted out without thinking: "Fuck you!"

Cong Rong's eyebrows jumped high, and his eyes widened slightly.

After a while, he said, "Wow, let's curse again."

As if he had never seen such a lowly person, the beggar glanced coldly out of the corner of his eye, saw him leaning towards her side with a playful smile on his face, gritted his teeth hard, and quickly quickened his pace, ignoring him any more.

But Cong Rong's thick skin is unknown, as soon as the opponent walks faster, he also walks faster, and this cycle is gradual. Looking from a distance, it seems like two shadows chasing each other, so fast that there is only a gap between them. The wind came up for no reason.

Cong Rong laughed from behind and said, "Hey, wait for me!"

The author has something to say:

I am naked, which means that it is a bit square now!