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"This is the only room you can live in?" He asked Gan Luo casually, and the latter had already moved out a rattan chair. Hearing Tang Juelin's question, he naturally replied, "Yes, I live alone, and I have another room. I'm too lazy to clean up. You sleep on my bed and I sleep on the rattan chair."

"Wouldn't that be the dove occupying the magpie's nest?"

"Huh?" Gan Luo couldn't understand the idioms of the Han people. Before he had time to learn so much, the person who taught him the Chinese language had already gone to the side of God Nuwa.

"That's right, the birds from outside have taken over the nests of other birds." Tang Juelin sat back beside the bed and patted the hard bamboo board, "I'm really uncomfortable in my clothes, and you only have one room to treat people." , don’t mind if I take it off here first.” After speaking, Gan Luo took off his sticky coat without waiting for a reply, and casually carried it on the bed rail of the bamboo bed.

"Turn off the lights, come and sleep, this is your home, I should sleep on the chair." He came over, stopped Gan Luo's push and snatched the wicker chair.Seeing the man approaching him with his upper body like this, Gan Luo blushed inexplicably, and choked out a sentence: "You can't treat the guests slowly, or I will sleep next to the bed, and you will sleep in it?" He didn't dare to look at Tang Juelin openly, but he kept watching secretly from the corner of his eye.Tang Juelin's body has smooth and graceful lines, but covered by the tight leather armor, there is a long and thin hideous scar extending from the heart to the abdomen.

"This is!" Gan Luo exclaimed in surprise, for a moment he forgot to think about whether he should sleep with Tang Juelin, and moved closer to see his scar.

"This is a mark left by a bird that didn't want to nest, and was scratched by a branch when it left." Tang Juelin replied with a smile, his tone was like a cup of cold boiling water, and he didn't know whether to say it was warm or cold.

"Is that so? If the bird wants to leave its nest, will it get caught in the branches?"

"Maybe I'm a bit stupid." Tang Juelin's mouth curled into a playful smile, "If that's the case, I won't refuse. Come and sleep."

Gan Luo hesitated for a moment, then obediently blew out the lamp and lay down on the outside of the bed.He was too close to the edge, feeling like he could fall if he rolled over in his dream. Tang Juelin touched the gap between the two of them where another person could fit in, and simply stretched out his hand around Gan Luo's waist, pulling him to his side.

"Your own territory, don't be so generous." He let go of Gan Luo as he spoke, and retracted back inside.

"This bed...is meant for three people to sleep together." Gan Luo hugged the pillow, eyes closed.

"Really?" Tang Juelin sighed lightly, as if whispering in a dream.

Birds chirping and chirping wake up the morning, and the rays of the morning sun splash like water, shining on people, making it itchy with warmth.

Gan Luo rubbed his eyes and sat up, turned his head and saw that Tang Juelin was gone, neither his clothes nor his weapon were there.He was stunned for a while, and in his mind, which had just woken up, a sentence appeared out of nowhere: He really is a bird, and he can't be at ease if he doesn't need to be locked up in a cage.

The spirit snakes were still entrenched in the corner last night, their dark yellow eyes flickering, as if telling them the fact that they were monitoring everything.

The soil-woven cloth that served as the door curtain has been lifted up and wrapped around a bamboo support set aside.The blue-and-white pattern that was almost invisible was twisted into a vortex, drawing Gan Luo's sight into it.The cool morning breeze outside the house slowly poured into the room, dispelling some stale smells that had been stagnant all year round.

In the middle of the daze, Gan Luo suddenly jumped out of bed, hurriedly fumbled for clean clothes and changed into them, scooped up a scoop of water and washed them very quickly, and rushed out before he had time to comb his hair again.

The extremely fast running on the bamboo floor made a violent slapping sound, "plop plop", resembling a heartbeat.But as soon as he ran out of the corridor and turned a corner, Gan Luo suddenly stopped his feet, supported the pillars, and stood there stupidly.

Because Tang Juelin happened to be sitting on the balcony, holding a thousand receivers in his hands, and rummaging around with unknown instruments.

His long hair had been carefully rebraided and fell loosely over his shoulders, with the ends bouncing up and down in the wind.The silver hair ring shone with the color of the sun. His expression was focused and serious, without any extraneous expression, like the weapon in his hand, simple to the extreme, like a good bow drawn into a full arc, which made people feel sincere Admiring the extremely simple beauty, even the breath will be held involuntarily.

Unable to even realize it, Gan Luo smiled, a simple and satisfied smile that fit his age.

He recalled the temperature of being close to himself last night, and missed the arms that briefly wrapped around his body.

The pretentious indifference before is gradually melting away at this moment.

I want someone to be by my side, not to be afraid, not to escape, to get along with each other in a normal way, and to regard myself as normal.Although he is with the snake as a companion, he is not a cold-hearted creature like a snake after all.Faced with the obvious rejection and indifference of other people in the village, as well as the pointers from outsiders, he straightened his spine as much as possible, hugged his bone flute tightly, and tried his best to immerse himself in the practice of the Poison Sutra, secretly hoping, Some people may not say it clearly, but they will praise themselves secretly in their hearts.

At the same time, they told themselves over and over again that it wasn't that they were bad, it was just that they were unwilling to get close to themselves and understand what kind of person they were, so they jumped to conclusions and acted accordingly, isolating him and belittling him.

Few people remember that Gan Luo was a child who lost his mother when he was one or two years old, and then lost his father when he was young.They drove him to a corner of this sparsely populated village early, and they didn't know where they got the idea. No one thought about how Gan Luo would live alone.

When he was first thrown in front of the spirit snake guarding the village, Gan Luo curled up in a corner in panic, staring eye to eye with the two snakes for a whole night in fear, and his extreme fear caused him to temporarily forget the existence of other senses , There was only one thought echoing in my heart: If I was really unknown, would I be eaten?

Or, everything is an excuse, just because he has identified himself as such a person, and he is vaguely expecting this kind of ending to happen.No one sympathized with his life or death, and no one cared about his essence. They were overwhelmed by the fear they had imagined, thinking that they could no longer bear it, and insisted on making a decision.

In the end, the method discussed was to hand over the spiritual consciousness of the spirit beast to judge whether Gan Luo was good or bad.

If he loses his life because of this, everyone will come to the conclusion that "he deserves it" and feel lucky that he got rid of the disaster early.It's a pity that he survived, and he appeared in front of everyone well, was accepted by the spirit beast, and became a servant in a legitimate way.It can be said that everyone in the village who made that decision at the beginning had a thorn in their hearts. They didn't want to be that vicious and aggressive villain, but they couldn't let go of their hearts to accept such Gan Luo, so they simply turned a blind eye and did nothing. Let it go.

Going through the lonely time alone, Gan Luo has grown from a child to a teenager, and the past has become nothingness from mud.

He thought that he didn't care about anything at all, he only needed to do his best to do what he should do, and understood that the fault could not exist, it only depended on whether others were willing to accept his fault or let him change his fault.

But now, to be honest, he is very happy that Tang Julin is still here.

Tang Juelin picked up the receiver and looked it carefully at the sun, heaved a sigh of relief, confirmed that the mechanism spring inside was intact, and the gun had been replenished, and tried to pull the receiver, the sound was crisp and clear, everything was as usual.He touched the edge of the receiver reassuringly. The seemingly sharp edges and corners felt smooth to the touch. With the turning of his wrist, the cold light was refracted. The ghost cry of Diyuan.

Gan Luo suddenly sobbed for a while, because he clearly saw that when Tang Juelin just tapped on the machine bracket, a gloomy blue light flashed out of the arrow slot.

That is the unique light of a magic weapon.