East China Sea dust

Chapter 102

Zhang Qinglan managed to open her eyes, forcing herself to wake up from the drowsy state.

The first thing that catches the eye is the heavy tent roof, and the flickering candlelight faintly seeping in from outside the curtain.

This is probably a residence.

The soreness oozing from the cracks in the bones made the young man toss for a while before sitting up, leaning his back against the head of the bed which was tightly wrapped by the soft cushion, looking around in a daze.

"Are you awake?" The man's low voice suddenly sounded from outside the tent, and then a hand reached in and pulled the silk that was hanging on the edge of the bed away.

The cold air hits the face, with a little bitter smell of medicine, which makes people feel refreshed.

Zhang Qinglan froze almost immediately, the silk brocade wrapped around her fingertips was constantly being pulled, and the surface of the quilt was wrinkled into a ball, which was very ugly.

Ao Zhan took a look at the bandages wrapped around his body, dragged Zhang Zizi to the side of the bed, flipped up his clothes and sat down.

He casually picked up a porcelain cup filled with green tea from the rosewood cabinet beside the bed, and pressed it to the dry and pale lips of the young man, Ao Zhan said in a low voice, "Drink."

"..."

Zhang Qinglan just wanted to reach out to take the teacup, but under the calm gaze of the other party, she withdrew her hand abruptly, and drank the cup of clear tea in the posture of a man feeding water.

Ao Zhan saw that he was finally willing to be obedient, so he put away the porcelain cup and put it back on the bed, and even wiped off the remaining water stains on the corners of the young man's lips.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, neither of them wanted to speak first, the atmosphere was almost stagnant for a while.

Zhang Qinglan noticed the dark night outside the window, it was already autumn, and the night without cicadas became very quiet.

"Your injury... is it okay?" Zhang Qinglan asked softly with a hoarse voice.

He intentionally took the initiative to show his favor, although his movements were a bit slow, he still raised his hand to gently hold the back of Ao Zhan's hand, folded his hands, and rubbed his fingertips a few times on the man's tiger's mouth, which left a few dry bloodstains.

Ao Zhan felt a little colder than before, and when he heard what the young man said, he just nodded without leaving a trace, then pulled his hand out from under Zhang Qinglan's palm, pulled up a corner of the brocade quilt, and pulled it towards the man. pull.

Zhang Qinglan felt a bit of speechlessness and embarrassment mixed between the two, couldn't help curling her fingers a few times, and looked down at her empty palm.

Ao Zhan felt his heart stabbed by the dazed look on the opponent's face, and stretched out his hand to brush back Zhang Qinglan's messy sideburns by his ears, revealing his fair and thin side face.

The man's fingertips were slightly cold, and the moment they touched his cheeks, there was a little tremor... He wanted to say something, but found that there were already too many gaps between himself and Zhang Qinglan, like a dead knot with no clue to solve, complicated and chaotic. , I do not know how to speak.

Xuanlan and Zhang Ningyue planned to enter the game, and when they left, both of them suffered some injuries to some extent.

Ao Zhan was possessed of soul eclipse Gu, but because of the domineering real dragon blood, he would not be easily affected by Zhang Ningyue and lose his sanity at that time.

So he simply followed his plan, took advantage of the situation, turned into a dragon, rescued the young man when the other side was unprepared, and then joined Ao Dingbo and left until he left the border.

Recalling the conversations he heard outside the wooden house, Ao Zhan's eyes darkened slightly.

"Your mind and soul are damaged, you should rest first."

After a moment of silence, Ao Zhan simply gave up dismantling those knots that could be said or not said, and was about to get up after hastily leaving a plausible exhortation.

Unexpectedly, after turning his back, he only felt his waist tighten, and there was the rustling sound of fabric rubbing in his ears, followed by a hoarse voice with a hint of pleading: "...don't go."

The young man put his arms around Ao Zhan's waist, and the sleeves of his single shirt were slightly opened, revealing a white arm underneath.

The scars on the upper arm were of different shades, and there were still a few places that were still wrapped in gauze, with pale pink blood seeping from underneath, which was very eye-catching.

There is also a silver bracelet with twisted patterns hanging on the left wrist bone. Ao Zhan once tried to take off the bracelet when the other party was asleep, but failed repeatedly.

With a low sigh in his heart, Ao Zhan quickly pulled away Zhang Qinglan's too thin wrist, turned around and sat on the low stool: "What else do you want to say?"

The young man was short of breath, and his cheeks were stained with a sickly blush. He probably hadn't come out of the lethargic state completely, and he would only hold Ao Zhan's knuckle-boned hand tightly, repeating, "Don't...don't go."

His palm was slightly warm, and when he was holding hands with the man, he easily brought the warmth over him. Ao Zhan had a complicated expression, but he still didn't move in the end.

After a while, she calmed down and Zhang Qinglan regained her mental clarity, so she reluctantly let go of the hands that were clasped with Ao Zhan.

Seeing him come back to his senses, Ao Zhan finally didn't evade any more, but bluntly started to settle the matter from the beginning: "You appeared at the gate of the palace three years ago, did you do it on purpose?"

The man's face was expressionless, and his voice was terribly stable when he spoke, making it impossible to figure out his emotions at this time.

Zhang Qinglan's shoulders trembled imperceptibly, her already pale cheeks were even paler at this moment, her eyelashes drooped, and she deliberately avoided Ao Zhan's sight.

I don't know how long it took before I nodded and admitted indifferently.

Seeing him nodding in agreement, Ao Zhan was not very disappointed, but just felt a little more "as expected".

Zhang Qinglan stared at the embroidery on the brocade quilt, presumably waiting for the next series of questioning.

For example, the origin of the love stone, their coveting of the true dragon inner alchemy, why did Zhang Ningyue collude with Xuanlan, and what is the explanation for the soul eclipse Gu?Among them, the most important thing is what grievous and wrong things I did 300 years ago, so that the blame fell into the hands of others, and anyone can use it to threaten him to be obedient... Ao Zhan can even question him at will whether he has paid or not Live with a heart.

Or, from the very beginning, it was full of lies and hypocrisy.

The heart seems to be bound by a heavy iron chain, Zhang Qinglan thinks of this, the whole body seems to be drowning, almost suffocating.

Feeling the sudden strength on the shoulder, his thoughts stopped abruptly.

Zhang Qinglan only felt that the scenery in front of her was blurred, and when she came back to her senses, she was already being hugged by Ao Zhanlian and her hands tightly clasped on her waist and back, with no intention of letting go.

"..." Feeling the light breath coming from the neck, the young man's movements almost froze: "Ao Zhan?"

Ao Zhan embraced him, buried half of his face on the side of Zhang Qinglan's neck, raised his head after hearing the doubt in the other's tone, and kissed the young man's eyes that were already turning red: "Mmm."

Zhang Qinglan felt the gentle kiss at the end of her eyes, opened her eyes wide, and shouted again in disbelief: "...Ao Zhan."

"I'm here." This time Ao Zhan answered quickly, he opened the distance between the two of them a little, stared at Zhang Qinglan with heavy eyes.

Ao Zhan put his arm around the young man's shoulder, held the other's too thin cheeks, stroked his fingertips all the way up, until he brushed aside the scattered strands of black hair on the front of the man's forehead.

Immediately, she leaned down and placed a light kiss on the young man's forehead: "I am here." There was a strong sense of pity in the kiss, and the tone was even more outrageously gentle.

The touch of the kiss on the forehead did not fade away, Zhang Qinglan looked at the red line on the other's forearm that was about to extend to the heart, and shed tears in a daze.

The young man's phoenix eyes drooped slightly, and the light red at the end of the eyes gradually spread narrow and long. The water in the eyes glistened, and the teardrops rolled down the contours of the cheeks, leaving a small hole on the brocade quilt, which wet the cloth surface. a small piece.

Ao Zhan looked at him helplessly, stretched out his hand to wipe away the teardrops at the end of his eyes, the calluses growing on his fingertips scraped against the delicate skin, causing bursts of slight pain: "Why are you crying?"

The young man's crow-like eyelashes drooped, and when he spoke, his nasal voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "If you have anything else to ask, let's say it together."

Ao Zhan put his arms around and coaxed him, and was silent for a moment.I don't know how long it took before I deliberately leaned into Zhang Qinglan's ear and asked softly, "Do you want the True Dragon Neidan?"

The cool breath passed by the side of the ear, making the young man tremble slightly.

After Zhang Qinglan regained her senses, she remembered shaking her head in a panic, clutching Ao Zhan's collar with both hands, almost unable to speak: "No...no, I'm not..."

"Okay, okay," Ao Zhan lifted his chin, bowed his head to seal his lips with a kiss.The lips and teeth separated after sticking together, the movements were gentle and tender, coaxing in a low voice, "Good boy."

Zhang Qinglan kissed him deeply, the soft touch of the intertwined lips and tongue soothed the nerves that were about to collapse.

The kiss Ao Zhan gave him was very comforting. He deliberately made his movements gentle and gentle. The tip of his tongue outlined the shape of his thin lips. He didn't forget to pat his back a few times, making him almost soft in his arms. To turn into a puddle of water.

After parting, Zhang Qinglan panted slightly and straightened up from Ao Zhan's arms, with an obsession hidden in her eyes that was not easy to be noticed.

Ao Zhan inserted five fingers into the young man's hair, stroking his smooth black long hair: "How should I return the half of the soul to you?"

Zhang Qinglan raised the back of her hand and wiped away some water stains from the corner of her mouth. After hearing Ao Zhan's question, her eyes flickered. After several struggles, she half-closed her eyes and said in a low voice: "...This is what I owe you."

Ao Zhan frowned slightly.

"300 years ago, I made a big mistake." Zhang Qinglan's expression was blank, his eyes froze in the void, and then he pressed his face lightly on the man's chest: "The cycle of karma, the retribution is not good."

The young man sat on his knees and straightened up, with his hands lightly on Ao Zhan's shoulders, his eyes lingering.

In order to recuperate from illness, Zhang Qinglan only wore an unlined garment, and under the dim light of the candles, she looked even thinner.A head of jet-black long hair was like a waterfall, hanging down behind him, a little bit slipped down with the young man's bending over, and coiled around Ao Zhan's shoulder, bringing a slightly sour and cool touch.

The two breathed intertwined, Zhang Qinglan lowered her eyes slowly, lowered her head and kissed Ao Zhan's lips, poked out the tip of her tongue to lick the man's cold thin lips, and murmured vaguely:

"All in all, even if I give you the remaining half of my soul, I will always be willing."