The house is money, the story is life

Run'an was taken aback by Jing Yao, waved the black cloth away without thinking, and looked up at Jing Yao in confusion.Jing Yao persevered and continued to cover his head: "You go in first..."

Seeing that Run'an was still frowning and dodging, he said anxiously: "Don't you understand? We are no match for that guy at all. I was suppressed by nature, and you have no strength... Xia Shi gave us this, not for fighting , is life-saving!"

[Want me to go in? 】Run'an finally understood what Jing Yao meant, but his brows became more and more frowned.The black cloth can lock the spirit, and it is indeed a method of self-protection, but the problem is, 【Go in, then what? 】

"Then...then just hide." Jing Yao was taken aback by his question, and subconsciously replied.After the spirit is locked by the black cloth, only the caster or the owner of the black cloth has the ability to set it free; that is, once they lock themselves in, neither of them can get out unless Xia Shi comes out. Come.

And Xia Shi—this time Jing Yao remembered it, and Zhou Tang said that he "wouldn't care about it".

He believes that summer time will appear, but he is not sure when it will appear, and he himself doesn't really care - the long-term state of chaos has honed his patience, no matter where this black bust is, he has confidence You can sleep peacefully in the black cloth for a long time, not to mention there is Runan by your side...

But Run'an won't.

He can sleep peacefully, but Run'an can't - Jing Yao suddenly realized this.Run'an is not carefree like him, the meaning of his existence is shockingly simple and crude - he has to protect Su Xian.

He won't sleep with himself, and he can't sleep with himself.

Jing Yao's movements stopped.He glanced out.Outside the sofa, the hair was ready to go, but the green embroidered shoes had changed their orientation, with their backs facing them, and their heels were slightly off the ground—the owner of those shoes simply sat on the sofa.

This thing, this spirit, completely ignored them.Like a cat, she showed her nails, licked her paws, and casually glanced sideways at her prey, only waiting for them to make a move before slapping them with a sudden blow.

Jing Yao clenched his fists, turned his head and shouted at Run'an in a low voice: "There's no time, hurry in!"

Run'an waved his hands without thinking, and Jing Yao said again: "You go in first, and I will take you out!"

Run'an's hands froze in the air, only to hear Jing Yao quickly explain: "So, you hide in, I will rush out with a black cloth, and I will let you out when I reach the door..."

Run'an shook his head in disapproval, pointed at Jing Yao, and his meaning couldn't be more obvious: [What about you? 】

"I...I tried my best to be fine." Jing Yao's tone wavered, and he secretly glanced outside.Pieces of black hair were as dense as black clouds pressing down on the city, and he could almost imagine a scene like a group of snakes dancing wildly.Leaving aside the pair of embroidered shoes, the difficulty of skimming through these hairs is no less than that of flying low over the sea where water monsters are raging, and it is almost impossible to get unscathed...at least for him This is the case.

... To speak of self-confidence, it would be great to be able to rush out alive, although the probability of this is not too high.

Run'an obviously thought of this too, crossed his arms, and crossed at Jing Yao very seriously.Jing Yao patted his forehead hard: "Is there any other way now?"

[I don't want you to get hurt. ] Run'an grabbed his palm and wrote.

"Me too." Feeling the icy coldness in his palm, Jing Yao took a deep breath and pulled his hand back abruptly.The palm of the hand fell on the wood of the body under the body, and felt a slight protrusion - that was the trace left by Run'an on it.

"You have someone you want to protect, and I have mine. Since you can do nothing to protect someone, so can I." He picked up the corner of the black cloth and raised his chin at Run'an, "Be conscious , move by yourself."

Run'an still stayed where he was.He didn't move, just stared at Jing Yao quietly for a while, then suddenly laughed.He took Jing Yao's hand again, and wrote on it: [You said one thing wrong. 】

Jing Yao: "?"

[What I want to protect is not just a person. 】 Xia Shi wrote slowly.Not far away were clumps of black hair, and green embroidered shoes were gently moving, but he didn’t seem to notice it, just writing down at his own pace, [But another thing, you’re right. 】

He raised his eyes to look at Jing Yao, his eyes were shining with a strange light, like jade that had been covered with dust for a long time, suddenly it was gently wiped by the flannel cloth, revealing a corner of the crystal clear, like green water.

[In order to protect the people I want to protect, I really do everything. 】

Jing Yao frowned: "What do you mean? You... um!"

His strength seemed to be drained instantly, he immediately softened and fell to the ground, looking up at Run'an in disbelief, his bloodless lips opened and closed in vain, but he couldn't make a sound.

"I'm sorry." Run'an stood up and looked at him condescendingly, his pronunciation was a little jerky due to the long silence, "Jing Yao is very important to me, and Su Xian is even more important to me. I hope Jing Yao can always remember this point."

He raised his hand to straighten the jade crown on his head, and slowly stepped back.Jing Yao hastily stretched out his hand to grab the corner of his clothes, but saw Run'an's body move slightly, and gently avoided, letting Jing Yao's fingertips bend and stretch in vain, and fell to the ground.

The slightly protruding touch appeared under the fingertips again, Jing Yao froze for a moment, and suddenly slapped the body under his body vigorously as if in a frenzy.

On the main body, it is red, and the dried nail polish is drawn as an arrow pointing outward, with a big cross on one end of the arrow.

"Don't go" - Jing Yao roared silently with this kind of behavior, his palms were slapped red, but the strength was not as strong as a single stroke.

"I'm sorry." Run'an said softly, leaned over and pressed on the wood chip, and the bright traces disappeared immediately, as if they had never existed.

"Sorry for taking your power. But this is the best way I can think of."

Jing Yao's eyes widened, his raised right hand fell down weakly, and he was paralyzed on the wood chips, only gasping for breath.

Run'an looked up at him deeply, pulled up the black cloth, and covered him.

Like black waves falling from the sky, Jing Yao's field of vision was gradually covered.Before falling into complete darkness, what was reflected in his eyes was the sudden commotion, the snake-like hair, and the back slowly moving forward with the string of beads.

He watched as Run'an put his hand between the two beads and pulled it vigorously, drawing a huge arc on the snow-white sleeves.The rope was broken decisively, and the broken jade beads rolled to the ground, each one shining with a warm luster, falling into the squirming hair without hesitation, and was drowned in the blink of an eye, leaving only crisp sounds, one after another, as if it was in harmony with the people outside the window. The sound of rain harmonizes.