Thriller Hunting Program

It was night, and the sky and night were as cool as water.

Guanyue Lingya sat alone in the small pavilion outside Zhulinxuan, holding her cheeks and looking up at the moon.

In this situation, it fits her surname perfectly.

Xu Xiao came over from behind, saw her accidentally, and greeted her casually.

"Ayako?"

"Mr. Xu?" She raised her head subconsciously, "Are you also insomnia?"

"I don't have insomnia, but I'm not sleepy, I just went out for a stroll." Xu Xiao sat down beside her, followed her gaze, and looked at the moon hidden in the clouds in the sky, thoughtfully, "In the What are you thinking?"

"Well, I was thinking..."

"Thinking about an old roommate who went to another region?"

Guanyue Lingzi was surprised: "How come Mr. Xu knows everything?"

"Because it makes sense." Xu Xiao smiled, "Although when you get along with Jin Xia, you always send him a good person card."

"I really don't understand. It turns out that the good person card means that." She was worried and held her cheeks, looking a little wronged, "He must still be misunderstanding, and I didn't have time to explain it."

"It doesn't matter, there will still be opportunities."

"Really?"

"Really, the point is whether you can give him the answer he wants."

"..."

"Ayako, do you like Jin Xia?"

Guanyue Ayako was stunned, she was silent for a long time, and then hesitantly answered.

"I... I entered the supernatural system when I was 18 years old. I have been dealing with ghosts and ghosts all these years, and I have never been in love." She said, "I only like to watch other people fall in love, but I have no experience myself, and I don't know much about it. I understand, what it feels like to like someone."

Xu Xiao patiently guided: "How do you feel when you are close to him, when you talk to him, or when you have close physical contact with him? Do you feel calm and joyful, and your heart beats faster?"

She recalled seriously: "When Mr. Jin ran away behind me, I would feel very safe."

"anything else?"

"And... he has a nice voice, and I like listening to him speak."

"Learn more about it in the future, you may like it more."

Guanyue Lingzi's shyness that touched her heart was quickly replaced by worry. She remembered what Jin Xia said when she left in the last competition area.

——You have a buff, you are a great psychic, and I am an ordinary person, no matter how hard I can fight, I may not be one of the last 3,000 people in the hunting plan.

At that time, he looked at her with extreme regret and helplessness, as if he had set a great flag for himself.

Thinking of this cruel hunting plan, she couldn't help but feel sad.

"Can we still have a... future?"

"Yes." Xu Xiao's tone was rarely so firm or even tough. "You have to believe in yourself and Jin Xia, and you will see each other sooner or later."

"Really……"

"Really, your love has just begun, and it may be inevitable to experience a little wind and rain now, but it will bloom in the future."

Guanyue Ling's eyes were red: "Arigado, Mr. Xu, you are really my spiritual mentor."

"I can't talk about spiritual mentors, I just firmly believe that a good girl will have a good ending."

Before Xu Xiao could finish speaking, a certain elder brother sighed from behind him.

"Say...that's right."

The two were startled and turned around at the same time.

"Mr. Chang?"

"Brother Chang, haven't you slept yet?"

"Can't sleep." Chang Su stood there, the bright yellow nightgown was particularly dazzling, he scratched his head irritably, "I was thinking of going out for a walk... For a walk, I saw you... you two."

Xu Xiao made a reasonable guess: "It may be the first time to be an emperor, and the identity span is too large, so I'm not used to it."

"That also makes sense..." Chang Su suggested, "I have wine in my bedroom. Would you like to have... a drink?"

"Okay, can Ayako drink?"

Guanyue Ayako gestured with her hand: "I will drink a little."

"Then let's go, Zhu Linxuan will be handed over to the young people to look after the house."

"Mr. Chang, are there any snacks?"

"Rose bean paste... pie, weirdly sweet, I don't... don't like it."

"Don't stay for a while, I can eat."

Xu Xiao echoed: "I can eat it too."...

The three chatted, walking slowly away under the moonlight and tree shadows.

The so-called young people watching the house in Zhulinxuan naturally refers to Wu Shijiu and Lu Ling.

Wu Shijiu was in the backyard, personally guarding the stove and stewing little ginseng. The fan was fanned eight hundred times, and the heat of the fire almost made her face a spa.

Then she finally cooked a bowl of ginseng soup, wrapped her hands in a cloth, and carried it carefully to the inner room.

Lu Ling was lying on the bed and was already drowsy, but when he heard her footsteps, he immediately woke up and opened his eyes to look.

"Where have you been for so long?"

"I didn't say about stewing ginseng and stewing ginseng. I was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so I stewed it myself." Wu Shijiu glanced at him, "Wasting my time, guarding the stove to heat people to death, you better drink it all, or I will Squeeze your neck and give you a drink!"

"...Why do you keep threatening the wounded?"

"What, you are so injured, can you still jump up and hit me?"

Lu Ling was speechless: "Forget it, I don't have the same knowledge as you, a little rascal. Give me the bowl."

Who would have thought that Wu Shijiu handed the bowl over, only to find out that he was currently wrapped in gauze on his shoulders and arms, which made it really difficult to move, and it was very difficult to even carry the bowl, let alone use a spoon.

That's right, you have to know that he was hungry an hour ago, or it was the peanut cake she put directly into his mouth, he was only responsible for chewing.

She had to put the medicine bowl down again: "I'll blame you for being unlucky. Send the Buddha to the west, and I'll feed you."

"How do you feed me?"

"Hand feed you, ask this crap."

Her mouth was not forgiving, but her movements were very meticulous, with one hand around the back of his neck and the other around his waist, ready to help him up.

When she placed a pillow behind him, the two were so close that it seemed at first glance that they were hugging.

Her warm breath made Lu Ling's ears itch, he coughed dryly, and couldn't help turning his face away.

Wu Shijiu lowered his eyes and was a little puzzled: "Are you hot, your ears are so red?"

"……not hot."

"Come on, hurry up, the ginseng soup is no longer hot, you have to drink it quickly."

She scooped a spoonful and brought it to his lips, frowning in doubt when she saw that he didn't open his mouth for a while.

"Don't want to drink?"

"……No."

Lu Ling opened his mouth awkwardly and drank the soup.

"Delicious? I simmered for so long."

"Okay."

"Is it okay? It's reluctant, you? Then don't stew next time."

He raised his eyebrows: "Co-author, do you plan to continue stewing in the future? Or cook for me?"

Wu Shijiu leaned forward and stared at him: "Are you planning to continue to be injured in the future? Why did you ask that?"

"..."

Her black cat-like eyes with long and soft eyelashes, when so close, seemed to sweep the tip of his nose in the next second.

After twenty-three years of living, Lu Ling realized for the first time that his concentration was actually quite poor.

No, it probably has something to do with being injured.

So comforting himself, he moved back slightly.

"You just... didn't you just say that the soup is going to be cold? I haven't finished drinking it yet!"

"Oh." Wu Shijiu picked up the bowl, fed him another spoonful, and instructed by the way, "Go to bed immediately after drinking, and have a good rest tomorrow. On the last night, various forces will besiege the palace, and we will not be able to rest. Just wait here, anyway, once the competition area is over, it will automatically pass through."

"Are you going too?"

"Of course I have to go, I'm part of the team, how can I help."

"Then I'll go with you."

Wu Shijiu gave the spoon and knocked it on his front teeth precisely: "Why are you joining in the fun? Do you think the wound is not painful enough? Aren't you afraid that you will be dragged back?"

"If I don't go, no one can take care of you."

"When I didn't know you before, didn't I live well? Brother Chang, Sister Xu, Brother Qin, and Lingzi, who took turns protecting me, when did you leave me behind?" She said sternly, "What I have to do now , not thinking about how to be protected by others, but trying to help everyone and not be a burden to the team."

Lu Ling subconsciously retorted: "You are not a burden on the team."

"Um?"

"I said, you are not a burden to the team." He repeated solemnly, "You have done a good enough job."

Wu Shijiu couldn't believe it: "So you still praise people?"

"Although IQ is occasionally lacking."

"……You get out."

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At this time, Ling Chengmu and Qin Ce were lying in the inn's room, staring under the bed in a daze.

After a while, Ling Chengmu said, "What are you thinking?"

"Thinking about the fact that the chief of the bureau was weakened because of you."

"...Then why does it have to be because of me, what if it is because of you?"

"The warden has been weakened the most, probably because he was too high-profile."

"Hold."

The two were silent for a long time.

The night wind blew in along the half-open window, and the coldness invaded, Qin Ce got up to close it.

Come to think of it, this season should be approaching early winter.

Ling Chengmu moved into the bed and calmly greeted: "Don't make the floor, come up."

Qin Ce paused, and he turned to look at her: "Do you think the bed is big enough?"

"Enough for you to sleep, and I won't do anything to you."

"..."

"Are you coming?"

The dignified executive officer is always on the road of getting the wrong script with a certain warden.

Qin Ce was frank, so he no longer refused, he blew out the candle, took off his coat, put it on the back of the chair, and lay sideways beside her.

As he was close at hand, Ling Chengmu heard his steady and powerful heartbeat, one after another, and gradually showed signs of rapidity.

She couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark, so she raised her eyebrows slightly.

"What are you nervous about? A 30-year-old man, he's acting like an innocent boy."

Qin Ce sighed deeply: "Who do you look down on?"

"Why, are you going to correct my prejudice with practical actions?"

He suddenly turned over, put his hands by her ears, and lowered his head.

His cool lips brushed gently against her earlobe, his voice low and seductive.

"You really think I dare not?"

Ling Chengmu was stunned, and then suddenly felt a warmth on his forehead, he was the one who kissed there.

She heard him say, "Don't worry, I will never touch you until my memory is restored."