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    After helping Xie Chuncan to the guest room, tidying him up briefly, and putting him to sleep, Luo Jiujiang looked at Xie Chuncan's two brows that were still locked in his dream, feeling really depressed.

    ? To complain about the injustices that have happened, and to be overwhelmed by the hatred in this world.

    The tea on the table in the guest room has long been cold, and the cold and astringent tea has a weird taste, but Luo Jiujiang doesn't care about it.  He downed two cups of cold tea for himself, and splashed the last cup on his face, which seemed to relieve him a little.

    Xie Chuncan still lay quietly on the couch and fell asleep, Luo Jiujiang shook off the quilt and tucked the edge of the quilt into his neck.  The wide quilt covered the left severed arm, and the quilt piled up to his chin also covered the deep white scar on his throat, making him look like any sleeping person in the world, as if  No, you don't have to go through any hardships yet.

    He looked really tired, not even the slight sound of water when Luo Jiujiang was drinking tea could make a Nascent Soul cultivator's consciousness react, and he never even turned over in a dream.

    And in his underlying thoughts, he really believed in Luo Jiujiang, and regarded the place where his dead friend was as a resting place for tired birds to throw their nests.

    He has been hunted down and assassinated in the past five years. Not to mention the human voice while drinking tea, even the sound of a leaf falling can make Xie Chuncan tense up vigilantly.

    However, just now Luo Jiujiang hugged him, carried him to the bed and pulled the quilt to cover him, and even tucked the quilt in the middle of it, and even slipped over the vital part of his neck several times.  No matter how light Luo Jiujiang's hands and feet were, Xie Chuncan was still soundly awake under the contact of this fatal movement.

    The home he remembered when he was young has long been wiped out in blood and flames, but in the days to come, he may have a new home.

    Luo Jiujiang tiptoed out of the guest room and closed the door for Xie Chuncan.

    And Xie Chuncan has been sleeping curled up in a ball under the warm quilt. The quilt rises and falls regularly with his breathing, and a strand of hair on his forehead slips down from time to time and is blown away by his breath.

    ? After years of fatigue and depression, he was finally able to get a good night's sleep today.

    Luo Jiujiang strolled into the courtyard, thinking of Xie Chuncan in the guest room behind him, and the blood feuds that entangled him in the first half of his life.  Originally, there was a hint of worry and daze in his expression, but when he saw the yard that had been tidied up, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but come back to his senses, and his brows loosened unconsciously.

    "Qianling?"

    The yard had obviously been cleaned, and the fragments of wine jars and cups that had been smashed by them were swept up by the aura and returned to the corner together with the long table.

    Han Qianling stood with arms folded in the center of the courtyard, as if waiting for Luo Jiujiang.  There was a slight smile on his face, and there was a paint bucket at his feet.

    Han Qianling raised his chin, pointed in the direction of the courtyard wall, and said with a helpless smile, "Look at what you've done."

    The snow-white courtyard wall was originally smooth and flat, but it was even more pleasing to see the faint light under the moonlight.  But now there are wine stains and knife marks on it, and there are still a few fragments of rough pottery nailed in the cracks of the bricks. People who don't know it will think that some tragedy happened here.

    ? If the courtyard wall has a spirit, and Xie Chuncan and Luo Jiujiang have ruined it so mercilessly, they must cry a lot.

    Luo Jiujiang coughed, and looked at the wall himself, but he didn't think it was very decent.  Then Han Qianling bent over and threw something to Luo Jiujiang as he lifted it and shook his hand.

    Luo Jiujiang probed and found out that it was a brush.

    "Come on." Han Qianling resigned, "Tonight, the two of us will be together."

    Luo Jiujiang held the brush, and after looking over it twice, his mood eased a little, and he wanted to laugh for a while.

    Han Qianling had already walked to the wall without complaint, and wiped away the wine stains and knife marks on the wall with spiritual energy, revealing the dusty interior.

    "Qianling, what's the matter with you." Luo Jiujiang held back a smile and moved closer to him, "Why do you always paint walls?"

    "" Han Qianling looked back helplessly, and finally turned his head slightly, and touched Luo Jiujiang's forehead with his forehead.

    "Good question." Han Qianling said, "I also really want to know why you always have so many ways to make troubles, and finally you have to let people paint the wall?"

    It's a pity, counting today, Han Qianling has only painted the walls three times in his life, and he has never been able to break away from Luo Jiujiang.

    As for the question of "why you are always there when you paint the wall" sounds like a back-and-forth nonsense¡ª¡ªsince Luo Jiujiang has been detained to paint the wall, can Han Qianling still be okay??Then what else can they do with Luo Jiujiang?

    Even if he kept saying "No need, no need." Luo Jiujiang still came to the door with a paint bucket, and repainted the wall full of human faces.

    During this period, the teenagers who washed their faces didn't have a long memory, and ran over to watch the joke about Luo Jiujiang painting with his own hands, but Luo Jiujiang pointed to the face marks on the wall and read them one by one.

    They were angry and ashamed, they jumped and stomped, and finally they didn't dare to say a word to Han Qianling.

    Thinking of the past, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but bend his eyes.  Now that I think back on the unsavory and obscene words of those teenagers, I can really pick out one or two sentences that are audible.

    For example

    At this time, the two of them had already brushed from the left and right ends to the middle, and when the two brushes touched each other, Luo Jiujiang could reach Han Qianling's ear by turning his head.

    The two looked at each other with clear eyes, knowing that they were thinking about the same thing.

    "The child bride of the Luo family?" Luo Jiujiang joked with a smile, "Although they are cheap, they really figured out one thing, didn't they?"

    Han Qianling also lowered his eyes and smiled: "If you say yes, then it is."

    ¡ª¡ªHe never liked to take advantage of his mouth.

    ¡ª¡ªFor cheap things, he just reached out to take them.

    The brush was thrown back into the bucket, and the lime slurry soon covered the brush handle. Obviously, it would be impossible to read it again, but no one cared about it at this time.

    Han Qianling pressed Luo Jiujiang into his arms, listening to the slightly brisk breathing of the man buried in his neck, and the ridicule one after another, he slowly smiled.

    After so many days, Luo Jiujiang finally became happy.

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    The next morning, Xie Chuncan woke up from a hangover, and as soon as he stepped out of the guest room, he saw a clean and tidy courtyard and that flat, white snow wall, and for a moment doubted his memory.

    In his early years, he had been suspicious of ghosts and ghosts in the dead, and the life on the tip of the knife for many years had aggravated his suspicion.  Xie Chuncan glanced at it, and his heart sank immediately, thinking that I have been tricked by someone again, was the puff up before me a phantom array or a misty fragrance?

    When he cautiously approached the wall and took a closer look: it was wet and freshly painted!

    Xie Chuncan: " Oh my god." Who did it, what did he do so quickly to paint the wall, it almost scared half his life.

    He is actually fine at the moment. After a while, the window of the master bedroom was opened, and I saw a certain man who was also hungover, lying lazily on a bamboo couch, surrounded by a very virtuous, beautiful, and beautiful woman.  The right hand gentleman fed fruit and tea again, and Xie Chuncan really felt that his heart was full of verbs.

    Xie Chuncan: " Oh!!!" Who is the one who lost half of his arm, who is it!  !  !

    Congratulations, brother Xie, congratulations, brother Xie.  Even though they hadn't seen each other for many years, the enemies who used to face each other to the death still managed to maintain a high degree of spiritual unity.

    Congratulations, great news

    Feng Xue just woke up in the morning and was dressing up when she suddenly heard a few taps on the window lattice.

    She wondered, "Who is it?", and got up to push open the window.  Then, when she was caught off guard, she suddenly saw an old face that she had not seen for many years.

    Xie Chuncan leaned against the window, with a hangover-like lazy expression on his face, his eyes slightly squinted, showing a faint evil spirit from when he was chasing her and Xiao Ren in the old days.

    "Good morning." Xie Chuncan said.

    Xiao Ren rushed out from the back room when he heard the movement, and stood three steps away from the two of them.

    For the first time, she did not hear Xie Chuncan's voice and stabbed with the sword, but murmured: "You are back."

    "Well, I'm back."

    The audio book has been written for five years, and I returned home to wash the guest robe.

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