Bigshot Cultivator Bewildering People Every Day

Han Qianling lived in Luo Jiujiang's courtyard for three days.

During these three days, Luo Jiujiang quickly developed a brand new living habit, that is, showing up in Han Qianling's room on time every night and covering him with a quilt.

As for the timing of covering Han Qianling with the quilt... Ji Shijie probably has a good say on this.

Because after Luo Jiujiang went to beat him every day on time, he would go home and cover Han Qianling with a quilt.

For Luo Jiujiang's approach, the system evaluation is: [Desperate. ]

Ji Shijie had a feeling today that when Luo Jiujiang beat him, he seemed a little absent-minded.Because Luo Jiujiang seemed a little uncreative when he beat him fat this time.

Of course, he will definitely not take the initiative to report this to Luo Jiujiang.

——Luo Jiujiang is indeed a little absent-minded.

There was a heavy rain in my hometown today, and the halo of the LED light seemed to tremble a little before he left.After the system check, I regret to tell him that there may be a power outage today.

A power outage means an outage.For a human from another world like Luo Jiujiang, being disconnected from the internet is nothing to be afraid of.However, Han Qianling communicates with each other through mobile video every night.And it is inevitable to send a few WeChat messages out in the middle of the night.

Moreover, this Han Qianling was quite defensive. To him, disconnection from the internet might also mean that he had lost contact with the outside world.Luo Jiujiang didn't want Han Qianling to feel unsafe.

As for other things, such as the dark wounds in Han Qianling's joints that would ache every time it rained on cloudy days, they were not within the scope of Luo Jiujiang's consideration.After all, the glue-like aura in Luo Jiujiang's room was not left in vain.

As long as Han Qianling still lives in the "golden house" that Luo Jiujiang built for him, no matter whether it is rheumatic bone pain or even heart rhythm disorder, these ailments will not bother him in the slightest.

If Han Qianling's soul wasn't a broken fragment, just breathing in this room once would be enough to prolong his life for half a month.

Unfortunately he is.

Luo Jiujiang did the same with his daily tasks, and finished Ji Shijie's work at a fixed time.However, the moment he just appeared in his room, the led light tube above his head shook twice, and finally the light finally faded out.

The notification from the system arrived at the same time: [The power is cut off. ]

As if deliberately wanting Luo Jiujiang to be impatient, at the moment the power was cut off, there was a loud noise from the direction of the guest room where Han Qianling was located.

Luo Jiujiang's heart skipped a beat.

He blinked almost one-thousandth of an eye, and appeared in front of Han Qianling's guest room in a teleportation.Although his spiritual sense could feel that everything was fine with the other party, he still felt uncontrollable worry.

Luo Jiujiang took a deep breath and restrainedly knocked on the door in front of him: "Qianling?"

The people inside the door were silent for a while, his breath was faint, but Luo Jiujiang knew that he was not asleep.

After a while, Han Qianling whispered, "Please come in."

Luo Jiujiang pushed the door open and entered, only to see Han Qianling standing in front of the window with a slender lady's cigarette between his fingers.He noticed that Luo Jiujiang entered the door, and he didn't turn his head back. He just took a puff of smoke and said slowly: "Something fell from the frame, did it startle you?"

"No." Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief seeing that everything was fine with him, "I'm afraid you will be scared."

Han Qianling finally turned his head slightly in the direction of Luo Jiujiang, and the half-ray of light reflected through the window glass on a rainy night was enough to illuminate the strange expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"The person who would have this kind of worry about me...you seem to be the first one."

Before Luo Jiujiang showed a nervous expression, Han Qianling added: "I'm not saying this is bad..."

If it weren't for Luo Jiujiang's extraordinary eyesight, he might not be able to see the fleeting trance on Han Qian's face.

Han Qianling turned around slowly.He was so thin that his spine protruded a bit, and the top part of his back was pressed against the cold window glass. Behind him was the cold night and the noisy rain.His slightly lifted chin carried a look of aloofness that could not be tolerated by the world, as if the next moment, he would melt into the vast night.

The white noise that flows out when the rainstorm washes over the sky and the earth, and the natural sense of security that the night brings to people, on the contrary, make the mood appear more peaceful, which can let Han Qianling relieve some of his defenses.

It was amidst the sound of the rain that Han Qianling opened his mouth softly, saying what he would never say in the daytime.

"I'm not afraid of the dark, and I'm not afraid of the rain. For a long time during my childhood, I was locked in a room in the attic. The skylight in the attic was only a crack open, and I was alone in the dark."

"I am used to dark places, and I am also used to sudden rainstorms in the middle of the night. When I am too lonely, the sound of rain and thunder and lightning are my most used friends."

Han Qianling probably didn't often reveal his past to others, so his tone became slightly tense because of this.The things he said now, even his counselor couldn't get them out of his mouth.But today, he said it to Luo Jiujiang so easily.

I'm probably crazy.In the coolness of the night, Han Qianling took a puff of cigarette, thinking soberly and self-deprecatingly in his heart.

Originally, his face was more glamorous than handsome, and he smoked a mint-flavored women's cigarette, and his posture was even more elegant and dignified.However, even if only a vague silhouette was revealed, no one would mistake him for a woman.

Because of the aloofness, sternness and unyieldingness that naturally appeared in his temperament and expression, he was completely different from the lady's appearance.

Luo Jiujiang looked at Han Qianling quietly, and suddenly realized something.

For a long time, he understood Qianling as he understood himself. No matter which Qianling it was, it was a treasure on his heart.Since the source all come from the same soul, these thousand mountains are equally familiar to Luo Jiujiang.

He grew up with Qianling since he was a child. They are close friends, siblings, and a Taoist couple who have never been separated.When Luo Jiujiang was not as tall as his first knife, he had already resolutely reached out to Han Qianling.

He felt that he knew everything about Han Qianling.

Wrong, not like this.

Another thing is Luo Jiujiang's blind spot - he doesn't know what Han Qianling looked like when he was injured.

Since Han Qianling was born with endless malice in his soul, his endurance was much better than ordinary people.

Whether it is the ridicule of others, the hostility in the open or in the dark, or a few vulgar words in front of him, they are all nothing to him, and they cannot even leave a trace in his heart.

As for the physical injuries... rolled flesh, shed scales, and bloody scars, those are not injuries, they can only be called pain.

In that previous world, the only thing that touched Han Qianling was the safety of Luo Jiujiang.

When Luo Jiujiang blocked Han Qianling's oncoming thunderstorm, Han Qianling's expression was unprecedented regret and fury in his life.

...Luo Jiujiang had never really seen Han Qianling when he felt hurt.

Until now, until this moment.

Han Qianling held a thin cigarette between his fingers, and the traces of the past gathered in his eyes like a raging wave, but his face naturally showed an air of indifference.

He may not be able to turn a blind eye to everything in the past like the Han Qianling in Luo Jiujiang's memory.But at least he has put on a steel-like hard shell after thousands of tempers.

To be strong, to be proud, to be vulnerable.

Even if there is only one stranger here, you can still see traces of the past from his expression, and see the thick and complicated past.

Han Qianling spit out a puff of smoke leisurely, and the smoke dispersed in the air, turning into an uncontrollable shape.Through the misty smoke and the dark night, Han Qianling vaguely felt that he was always locked in that cold and leaky attic, and never left for a moment.

In the extremely quiet night, he occasionally remembered the disputes among relatives about inheritance.

They made loud noises and uttered harsh words to show their attitudes, and they were even just one step away from a big fight.And Han Qianling lay alone on the floor of the attic, quietly listening to the distorted human voice through the gap.

When his parents died, it seemed to be on such a pouring rainy night.

Han Qianling remained silent, feeling the coldness spread from the spine that was close to the window, and gradually flowed through his limbs.He shuddered slightly.

Then Han Qianling was suddenly pulled up from the window glass.

The opponent's hands were not strong, and could even be considered gentle, but Han Qianling was a little dazed when he was suddenly taken away from the source of the coldness.

Luo Jiujiang stretched out his hand to cover him at the junction of his neck and spine. The flesh on the back of Han Qianling's neck was almost numb from the cold, so he felt the warmth of the opponent's hand after half a beat.

He heard Luo Jiujiang say distressedly: "It's very cold."

Han Qianling closed her eyes.

His assistants all knew that Mr. Han didn't like people getting too close to him, and he was even more insensitive to physical contact.He barely makes physical contact with anyone other than a polite handshake.

However, at this moment, Han Qianling let Luo Jiujiang warm him with the temperature of his palm.

In the darkness, the two maintained a slightly awkward posture, Han Qianling acquiesced that Luo Jiujiang put his palm on his gate of life.

When he opened his mouth, his muscles simultaneously transmitted the vibration of the vocal cords to Luo Jiujiang's palm on the back of his neck, making his skin itchy slightly.

"During the day, I talked with you about jewelry and jade." Han Qianling said softly.

"I remember. You also told me about the process of diamonds from being discovered to being promoted to the whole world as a marriage accessory."

"Yes." Han Qianling said carefully, "the bond between diamonds and love is just a concept. In fact, in the history of mankind, whether it is the formation of religions or the establishment of countries, going through life and death for a certain kind of persistence is also It's just a 'concept' that people are willing to abide by and decide to believe in."

Luo Jiujiang listened patiently.

"I used to think that those feelings - the love that is specially set off with diamonds and praised by thousands of people, is also such a concept." Han Qianling said in a low voice.

Han Qianling paused for a moment, coughing unnaturally as if his throat was itching.

"Jiujiang, I used to think that way." He repeated.

He can only reveal his secret past at night when he can't see his fingers, so when he admits that he is tempted, he only uses the most euphemistic expression.

Han Qianling didn't mention the temperature of Luo Jiujiang's palm, how hot it was at that moment, burning into his heart like a fire.He only said that he once had a radical idea, which was wrong.

He has never believed in love before, and naturally he is even more unwilling to admit that there is love at first sight in the world.

Until in the darkest night, Luo Jiujiang lit up his eyes like sparks.