Demon Lord, he doesn't stop dropping his horse

Those four big characters came into view, Lan Liang was stunned for a moment, and frowned in confusion.

Yin Ning didn't show it on the surface, but he was nervous in his heart. The quilt he was clutching in his hand was already a little wrinkled. He thought that the little apprentice wouldn't find anything, so how should he coax him now?

But far from expecting, Lan Liang picked up the book and looked at it, not questioning but puzzled: "Master, do you also like to read such difficult books? Borrowed from Mining?"

Hearing this, Yin Ning knew that he was out of danger, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, nodded hurriedly and said: "Yes, I borrowed this book from him to read it because I was bored. one time."

"Oh." Lan Liang nodded, feeling surprisingly diligent about training, and said to Yin Ning with a determined face, "Let's start practicing!"

"Okay." Yin Ning casually rolled up his loose black hair, and looked at him in his spare time: "Since Zique said that he wants to practice, let's start with the most basic."

"Huh?" Lan Liang put on a studious look and looked up at his master, vaguely feeling something was wrong.

"Let's run eighteen laps around Tuzi Mountain first."

As soon as the words were finished, Lan Liang seemed to have learned to teleport and lay down in the softest part of the bed, burying himself in the bedding: "Suddenly I feel so sleepy, let's start tomorrow, master, good night."

The moonlight sprinkled on the ground through the never-closed window, and the flickering candlelight created an ambiguous atmosphere for the shadows of the two on the ground.Lan Liang didn't know about this, he just felt that the quilt was too warm, and his breathing became steady and long when he originally wanted to pretend to be asleep.Yin Ning got up and pulled down the quilt that buried him so that he could breathe more smoothly. Seeing that heartless sleeping face, Yin Ning couldn't help laughing.

He took out the "Yu Tao's Secret Classic" from Lan Liang's hand, and leaned against the bed rail to read it, but the base of his ears blushed under the moonlight: "Just study it for the future."

Talking to himself seemed to give him courage, Yin Ning calmed down, the flipping sound was especially clear in the quiet night, his serious expression seemed to be about to do something big.

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The next day.

When Yin Ning woke up, Lan Liang was nowhere to be seen, he raised his eyebrows, the little apprentice got up earlier than himself for the first time, maybe he really went for a run.

Lan Liang was exhausted after running three laps, and it was the first time that he hated why Tuzi Mountain was so big.

"Take a rest, Junior Brother." Yi Gang was so distressed: "Eat something and practice."

Touching Kong Kong's stomach, Lan Liang accepted Yi Gangcuo's proposal. When he saw the breakfast, he showed disgust. He scooped up the white porridge with a wooden spoon, and he knew at a glance that it had no taste.Yi Gang hurriedly glanced at the door, and said helplessly, "I'll add some sugar for you."

"No need." Although he doesn't like tasteless food, it's not impossible to eat it. After eating more than half of the bowl, Lan Liang felt full. He wanted to put down the bowl and continue to practice, but was stopped by Yin Ning.

Yin Ning called to him: "Come in, rest for half an hour before continuing to run."

With Yin Ning speaking, Lan Liang walked over obediently: "Master."

Yin Ning answered him and entered the room first, followed by Lan Liang. Before he could do anything in the future, Yin Ning pulled him into his arms and gently rubbed his stomach: "I'll rub it for you first as a teacher." , You need to digest food to practice, and you should learn to fast.”

Although Yin Ning rubbed it comfortably, a strange sense of shame rose in Lan Liang's heart, and he refused a little: "I can do it myself."

"Okay." Yin Ning didn't insist, and let him break free and run out of his arms.

"Bigu words." Lan Liang scratched his head rather shyly: "I want to eat enough delicious food in the world first."

Yin Ning said with a sullen face, "You can also eat bigu."

"But someone said..." Lan Liang tilted his head rather puzzled, "If Bigu eats mortal food again, his body will be defiled."

"Zi Que."

The corner of Yin Ning's mouth twitched, "I made you bigu, not that I made you a fairy."

"Ah? Master asked me to come here to cultivate, isn't it for the purpose of cultivating immortals?"

"Yes, I'm here to make you live longer, not to make you ascend to immortality."

"How old is Master?"

"...Anyway, I can be your ancestor."

Lan Liang was silent for a while, "What if I can't live that long?"

"You can do it." Yin Ning looked at him, with an obsession that Lan Liang didn't understand, as if he had to complete the task he assigned.

"Why?" Lan Liang asked, "I think decades is long enough."

"It's not enough for the eldest son Que. I don't ask you to live for tens of millions of years as a teacher. I only ask you to live for hundreds of years."

Lan Liang raised his head and asked him, "Master, after living so many years, wouldn't it be boring?"

Yin Ning was stunned by his question. Looking back on the dim days thousands of years ago, it seemed really boring and boring. It used to be a world where the weak preyed on the strong. Now that there is a system, it has become better, but It's not perfect either.

The quiet time between the two of them was too long.

Yin Ning breathed out a turbid breath, and held Lan Liang's shoulder weakly: "I'm sorry Zi Que, I didn't think about it as a teacher, and I shouldn't have forced you."

"There is another way to be a teacher." Yin Ning secretly made a decision in his heart, "Let's find someone."

"A man who can bind our two lives together."

Lan Liang broke free from his hands, looked at Yin Ning expressionlessly, and sneered: "Go by yourself."

Yin Ning stared at him blankly: "Zi Que...?"

"Let me guess what Master thinks," Lan Liang interrupted him, "I don't know who you are going to find, but you want to tie my life with me, according to my weight in Master's heart, You will definitely put me first, and you will borrow something from that person to tie our lives together, as long as I die, Master can't live, right?"

Yin Ning didn't expect Lan Liang to know him so well, he nodded: "That's right."

"But I don't want to."

The surroundings became quiet in an instant. Yin Ning wanted to ask him why, but a possibility suddenly flashed in his mind, so he could only nod and give up: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

"Master." Lan Liang leaned into his arms as if nothing happened, "Rub your stomach."

Yin Ning's warm palms made people feel at ease. Lan Liang closed his eyes and thought about things. He really wanted to be with Master, but he didn't seem to understand this kind of emotion. good.

So he chose to ignore it.

But Yin Ning's tenderness every time seemed to remind him, making him fall again and again, and Lan Liang had to pull himself out of the trap of tenderness.

Somehow, it feels that Yin Ning is treating him better and better, which makes people addicted to it.

Lan Liang was puzzled. In the past, the master always felt that he wanted to be independent. Why is it that the master has become more and more clingy to him recently?

Feeling that the eyelids were getting heavier, Lan Liang broke free from his arms, and Wen Tun yawned, "It's time to practice."

At the end, I didn't forget to ask Yin Ning: "Will Master come to supervise me?"

"No." Yin Ning was not very interested, and only glanced at him: "I want to take a nap for a while, you can play by yourself."

"I am practicing."

"Yeah, practice." Yin Ning replied a little perfunctorily, but managed to drive Lan Liang away.

Lan Liang ran three more laps in a row, turned back on the fourth lap, and successfully traveled from Tuzi Mountain to the exit of Guiyi Family.

Looking back, thinking that Yin Ning should not have noticed, he quickly used lightness kung fu to stay away from the Guiyi family.

Almost the moment Lan Liang left Tuzi Mountain, Yin Ning opened his eyes, and with a flash, he was no longer in the room.In the blink of an eye, he was behind Lan Liang, looking at the back of the little apprentice from a distance.

It's just pretending that the two-year-old's studies are not good.

Yin Ning followed him not too far away, but he wanted to see what Lan Liang would do, so he could help out if something happened.

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The mountains of Guiyi's family were stacked on top of each other. After crossing a mountain, they took a detour for more than ten miles. It felt a little tiring. Panting for breath, Lan Liang regretted not bringing out the water bottle.

Fortunately, the man didn't keep him waiting for long, a black robe enveloped the man's figure, and the voice made it difficult to distinguish between male and female: "Have you brought what I want?"

Lan Liang didn't speak, and took out a bottle from the small satchel on his waist, his indistinguishable voice obviously became excited: "Quick! Give it to me!"

I don't know if it was intentional, but the bottle in Lan Liang's hand fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it firmly. Lan Liang's apologetic words made people feel perfunctory: "Sorry, I accidentally slipped my hand."

The man in black looked at the shattered bottle, and the black pellets inside fell all over the ground. He was in a trance for a moment, and almost lost control, he rushed forward and grabbed Lan Liang's neck: "My elixir, I want to kill you!"

Lan Liang said calmly: "There is still about a quarter of an hour before the failure."

As soon as the words fell, Lan Liang was thrown by the black-robed man onto a nearby tree, and fell down from top to bottom. I don't know what he touched. There was a not so shallow cut on his back, and blood dripped like money. land.

Lan Liang glanced at the ground indifferently, and stretched out his bloody hand in front of the black-robed man: "You must be honest when making deals, and give me what I want."

The man in black put the black pellets on the ground into his mouth without any scruples, and after he couldn't find any, he put his heart in his stomach and looked at Lan Liang coldly.

"What kind of transaction are you talking about? I haven't heard of it." The black-robed man took off the accessories from his waist, turned the accessories into daggers in his hands a few times, "How can a transaction without witnesses be called a transaction?" What about it? Little Maotou."

The black-robed man was obviously trying to kill people, and the wound on Lan Liang's back was already glued together, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he said calmly and coldly: "Actually, the elixir I gave you has a total of sixteen pills, and you only took ten. Five."

Lan Liang took out the last pellet, crushed it in his hand and scattered it on the ground.

Before the man in black could react, Lan Liang stepped on him in an instant, and the people on the ground squinted at him in disbelief: "How could you?"

Lan Liang leaned down and looked at the man in black with a little compassion: "How could it be possible to have such strength or such a fast speed?"

"Of course, I can dispense medicine."

"You madman, that's a forbidden book!"

The author has something to say: Come on, come on, I have no clue these days