"Qianling!"
Han Qianling's eyes narrowed as he took two quick steps forward, reaching for the hand that Luo Jiujiang was extending just before he landed. He spoke softly, as if he had been grinding the word between his lips for a long time: "Jiujiang."
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"You are the last group to arrive. Over 2,000 teams will gather in the lobby this afternoon. I heard the Vice President will come to give us a few instructions, and then we'll set off tomorrow morning."
After a pause, Han Qianling smiled and said, "Of course, let's go together."
He singled out these four words, and compared to the somewhat formulaic explanation of the previous sentence, they seemed to be imbued with a more intimate imprint. From "we" to "together," he uttered each phrase with an extremely gentle tone.
"Did you bring those four guys here?" Han Qianling asked. It was a question, but his tone was firm, and he didn't even need Luo Jiujiang's answer. He waved behind him, signaling his teammates to help find a place for them to stay.
In addition to the Fengxue Blade, he also brought an extra Suzaku Envoy, just for use at this time.
Luo Jiujiang tilted his head to listen, listening to him rattle off the simple arrangements before departure, just as if they were still on the Seven Islands. He was going to the ancestral hall to look up the family tree, and he was going to challenge Luo Sicong in a small competition. Qianling whispered to him the results of his lookout mission and the flaws he had discovered in Brother Cong.
But this time, Luo Jiujiang did not continue his train of thought as he did in the past.
He just kept laughing until Han Qianling realized what was happening. He stopped talking halfway through a sentence about explaining the whereabouts of "your sister Xue".
"You don't want to talk anymore? Then it's my turn."
"I've come a long way this time, so I need to drink." Luo Jiujiang said with a smile, "I want to practice swordsmanship, reminisce about the past... and there are some things I must ask Palace Master Shenxue to read to me one by one."
He held Han Qianling's wrist with his left hand. The hand was well-proportioned and a little cold when he first touched it, but it felt slightly warm when he held it. The blood vessels were wrapped in skin as white as frost and snow, and the vital point on the wrist gently pressed against Luo Jiujiang's fingers with thin calluses, and a clear beating could be felt.
Han Qianling stretched his fingers outward, pulling the muscles in his wrist, and every tiny movement of his flesh was burned into Luo Jiujiang's palm with the temperature.
This hand could suddenly spring up. After ten years of companionship, Luo Jiujiang knew only too well the immense power contained in this white wrist, as white as condensed moonlight, when it tensed. This hand could also suddenly transform. One day, it transformed into a sharp dragon claw, the tip of which had pierced the skin of Luo Jiujiang's chest upon contact.
But before Han Qianling retained a bit of his will, it curled up as if it was worried about something.
When the sharp claws like gold and iron appeared in front of Luo Jiujiang, Luo Jiujiang saw a little blood on its palm.
...Those were the bloodstains caused by Han Qianling forcing himself to curl his claws, which ended up scratching his own claws.
At this moment, this hand was as docile as the gentlest lamb under a shepherd. Not only did it not resist, it even took the initiative to move in the direction of Luo Jiujiang's force, and thus reached into the bottom of Luo Jiujiang's right sleeve without any defense.
The pure black sleeves were embroidered by the embroiderers of Luo Jiujiang's Qingtian Clothing Pavilion with all the secret codes circulating in the market. The secret codes belonging only to them were engraved on the fabric with the same black silk thread. No clues could be seen whether the person was walking or lying down. One had to touch them with his fingers and draw a line across the hidden symbols with his fingertips to read the secret clearly.
"There are forty-eight short sentences and twenty-three long sentences in total... plus the ones I didn't collect completely, so I'll have to ask Qianling to do me the favor of reading them to me word by word."
Han Qianling's eyes suddenly flashed as he looked at Luo Jiujiang.
Although Luo Jiujiang hadn't said anything yet, he pulled his hand out like lightning and reached into Luo Jiujiang's left sleeve.
Luo Jiujiang was still looking at him steadily, his sleeves wide open, revealing the vital point on his wrist, just like the wrist that Han Qianling had let him manipulate just now. At this moment, Luo Jiujiang was also completely open and defenseless.
As expected, the bottom of his left sleeve was also embroidered with many symbols in black thread. They were asymmetrical with those on the right sleeve and looked unfamiliar, but the style was exactly the same.
"Then... there are many things I want to say to you."
Luo Jiujiang took the opportunity to grab Han Qianling's hand and walked with him shoulder to shoulder.
"Let's find a pub first..."
Then sit down, warm the wine until it is mellow and fragrant, reminisce about the past with the candlelight in the west window, and pick up the knife and sword again, and fight and clash like thousands of times before. The back of the knife passes across your chest without picking up a single thread on your clothes, and the spine of the sword passes across your lower back, a light wipe without even a trace of cold iron seeping in.
Finally, under the dim candlelight, shoulders touching shoulders, foreheads touching foreheads, one person's hand reached into the other's sleeve, and word by word, they expressed the unspoken thoughts and longings that had been conveyed through code words in the past.
You miss me, and I miss you.
The author has something to say: Two things:
First, when there are some chapters about love, I hope everyone will not use some sensitive words (for example, 114 about kissing was not locked, but 115 involving fat was high-level censored, apparently because there were too many friends who were hesitant in the comments). Although there will be no chapters that are locked, it is inconvenient to be unable to revise the text and catch bugs due to high-level censorship...
Secondly, you'll notice that the Holy Land has only been open for three years. What does three years mean? Jiujiang and Qianling are fifteen now, and in three years they'll be eighteen. Eighteen is considered an adult, and then you'll understand...
So now, everything that happens is about love, love, and love.
Everyone understands.
Before the day we truly reach adulthood, the protagonists are all about pure love, pure hand-holding, and pure kissing. This is a pure love story ^_^.
Finally, the reader group number. I'm actually a pretty Buddhist author, and I don't show up much, but a few very talented girls have joined recently, so it's pretty lively~
The group might discuss some plots. The group number in the post may be deleted depending on the situation. Interested little angels can add it~
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Thanks to Mobeijun for the rocket launcher x4
Thanks to Tanxia for the mine x1
Thanks to Yuxi for the mine x1
Thanks for scaring me with the monotonically increasing mines x1
Thanks to Luo Guihong for the mine x1
Thanks to Yuyu for the mine x1
Thanks to Chu Jia Shaojiu for the mine x1
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