There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

Chapter 38

"Yeah, but I think it's better than someone whose gender is hard to tell." With a smile without a trace of sincerity, Qianlang finished speaking without looking at the other person's face, and raised his hand to The Vientiane ring was taken off Wen Yuran's neck, "Since we haven't really married yet, it seems that there is no need to use those self-proclaimed names."

Without any unnecessary movements, Qian Lang put the jade pendant in his palm, and soon he saw the jade pendant emitting a green light, gradually covering the bright wedding dress of the ghost bride.

When all the brilliance disappeared, Wen Yuran found that the place where they were standing had become an open space not far from the train station.

The ghost bride who was still in her wedding dress bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "Thank you sir. Although we have talked a lot, but we haven't registered our surname yet, I hope you will forgive me. My name is Qi Feichen, and my name is Weiyun. I don't know how to call you two. ?" Although his complexion didn't change, and he didn't say much, it was time to change his name, and it seemed that Qian Lang's words still had some influence.

"My name is Wen Yuran, and he is Qianlang, but there is no such word in the current era. It was just for fun. If you want to find someone, you don't have to follow us." Don't expect Qianlang to be calm Talk to the other party peacefully without sarcasm, Wen Yuran took the initiative to answer.

"In the vast floating world, it is even more difficult to find someone among all living beings. It is better to follow the young master. Maybe there will be some unexpected joy." Qi Feichen responded unhurriedly. Brilliant.

Wen Yuran choked - Seriously, as long as she looks good, even a sissy can be so classy.

Yes, he no longer deceived himself that the other party might be a real woman, but chose to face the gloomy reality: not only did he not have a few normal people around him, but he didn't even have a female gender.

"Your Excellency, you don't have to be so wary of me. As far as I am concerned, even if I annex Mr. Wen's soul, it is nothing more than strengthening myself, and this is not my wish." Qi Feichen said coolly to Qian Lang, who had a bad face beside him, and then He smiled with interest, "But I really want to ask you something. How did you manage to make a person who was supposed to survive death so safe and sound?"

This was obviously referring to himself, and Wen Yuran couldn't help but look sideways at Qianlang, but he also thought that this might be the aftereffect of breaking into the mountains when he was a child. After all, according to Qianlang, most people will die after breaking into the mountain, but Somehow, he was lucky enough to meet Qian Lang to survive, but he was still a little concerned about Qian Lang's reaction.

If Qian Lang only seemed to be in a bad mood at first, then now his face is frosty, staring at Qi Feichen with unwavering eyes: "Except for the master, the life and death of others has nothing to do with me, and my master will not die .So what you're asking doesn't make any sense."

It's not surprising at all, after all, it involves his personal safety, and this has always been a huge minefield for Qianlang, which will explode as soon as he steps on it.

After realizing what he was thinking just now, Wen Yuran covered his face in pain: When did I get so used to being held in the palm of a man's hand ♂ by a man? !

"Let's go, there is a gap between the time in the formation and the reality, the train should not have left yet."

Once again, Qianlang held the wrist, even through a layer of clothes, Wen Yuran still felt the strange heat coming from Qianlang's palm.He quickly pulled Qian Lang with his backhand to make him stop, and put his hand towards the other's forehead.

"Damn it, didn't you realize you were running a high fever, baby?"

This is another small problem of his. Sometimes in a moment of impatience, the names he blurts out are all random, and he will call others what they don't know.But at this moment, he didn't have time to worry about whether Qian Lang's rapidly reddening face was due to a high fever or because of his title, he stepped forward to support Qian Lang: "Why don't we go to the hospital first? Let them carry our luggage for us."

"It's okay, I have brought my usual medicine, just go back and take a rest."

Wen Yuran suspected that this was another accident caused by using this jade pendant, but it was not good to question the patient in public, so he decided to take him back to the train first.

And until a long time later, Wen Yuran always felt that he was a pure idiot when he decided to listen to Qian Lang's suggestion and go back to the train.

So Qi Feichen wore a bright red wedding dress with a smile on his face, and followed them back to the carriage. He could only be thankful that ordinary people couldn't see ghosts, otherwise they would probably be watched by crowds.

The two walked out and helped them back. The colleagues couldn't react for a while, until Wen Yuran explained: "I have a fever, I'll help him back to lie down for a while."

Fortunately, the round trip by train is not short, and it is public expense, so they bought sleeper tickets, otherwise it would be really difficult to arrange.

For the time being, he was brought back obediently, but when it came to lying on the bed in the train carriage, Qian Lang's face was like a big rejection.Taking advantage of the patient, Qian Lang pulled Wen Yuran's sleeve pitifully: "I can just sit, or if I'm with you, I can just lie here."

"It's not a big girl, why do you have so many things?" Wen Yuran put one hand on his waist, staring at Qianlang speechlessly, "How about I kiss you, so you can jump out of this window and lie on the rails?"

Seeing Qianlang's eyes light up for a moment, Wen Yuran blocked his mouth with a slap before he could speak: "I changed my mind, either you lie here or I lie on the rails."

Colleagues in the same car felt that their dog eyes were about to be blinded, and they all wailed inwardly, covered their severely injured eyes, and threw down their playing cards to seek comfort in the next car.

Uncle, these days even homosexuals are showing their love so openly and aboveboard, is there a way for people to survive.

As the person involved, Wen Yuran also felt a toothache, and he didn't want to threaten people with this greasy way, but he couldn't put a knife on the patient's neck to force people to sleep.

Now there are only the two of them alive and a ghost in the carriage, and when the colleagues left, they were very considerate and closed the door behind them.

Qianlang suddenly leaned close to Wen Yuran's ear, and said softly, "You should be tired too, there's nothing else to do now, go to sleep with peace of mind."

Wen Yuran wanted to say that he wasn't very tired, but he only had time to open his mouth before his consciousness fell into darkness uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Qi Feichen, who had been watching quietly from the sidelines, couldn't help but sneered, and said leisurely, "If you're not a gentleman, why should you put on a dignified appearance?"

Embracing the sleeping Wen Yuran, Qian Lang glanced at Qi Feichen who was sitting on the opposite bed, and calmly said, "He likes it."

"There is only a half-lived person left, and a half-dead person, such words have never been seen before, but I am really looking forward to it." Holding his feminine voice and accent, he no longer uses modest words, Qi Feichen is in high spirits He looked at the two people opposite him enthusiastically, "I'm waiting to see your results."

He was not interested in what happened next, and walked out of the compartment through the door panel, making the compartment completely two people alone.

Gently moving Wen Yuran to sit on the bed by himself, Qianlang didn't seem to feel the slightest discomfort caused by a fever, only the eyes that looked at Wen Yuran gradually became engrossed, revealing an imperceptible morbidity.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have reached the limit of my patience."

After finishing speaking, Qian Lang supported Wen Yuran's back of the head with one hand to make him raise his head slightly, then moved closer to his cheek, and gently licked Wen Yuran's closed lips with the tip of his tongue.

After carefully tasting the softness of this place, Qianlang began to invade further, opened his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and deeply absorbed Wen Yuran's breath, the ambiguous sound of water when his lips and teeth entangled almost made him intoxicated, and his body was almost instinctive longing for closer intimacy.

Ah, if they can eat all of them, the master will only belong to him forever?

***

Wen Yuran realized very clearly that he was dreaming now.It stands to reason that when a person is in a dream, he is seldom aware that he is in a dream, but he is very sure that everything in front of him is a dream.

Because he saw Qianlang crying, surrounded by a void-like darkness, reminding him of how the houses in the distance were gradually eroded by darkness when he was in A University.

Even if it's just a dream, it's a bit too absurd.Wen Yuran really didn't believe that Qian Lang was a person who could shed tears, let alone crying so desperately and sadly, as if seeing the whole world completely collapsed before his eyes.

Why are you crying?Curiosity drove Wen Yuran to approach Qianlang. He squatted down and cast his eyes on Qianlang's face.

The Qianlang in the dream was different from any other time in reality, I saw him kneeling on the ground as if exhausted, with tears streaming down his cheeks one after another, his expression was very complicated, showing both fear and despair.To put it bluntly, Wen Yuran felt that Qian Lang's reaction was somewhat similar to this time only when he was about to throw the Vientiane ring in a fit of rage, but it was only one point.

What could make Qianlang cry so hard that he could hardly even utter a sound?Although the choking sound is not loud, it is deeper and more painful than the most desperate cry of a dying person.

The answer to this question will soon be revealed.

"No...Master...don't die...open your eyes...wake up..."

Really, why is it so unlucky even in dreams? Could it be that he has a face that is born short-lived and prone to premature death?

People always look at faces, even though he is of the same sex, Wen Yuran always admits that Qian Lang looks good.And now that they are acquaintances, it's a bit awkward to just watch the other party cry so pitifully because of him.

Anyway, it was in a dream, and no one would know if he had a little love.

Wen Yuran stretched out his hand to hug Qianlang, like coaxing a child, and patted Qianlang's back with one hand, because it was the first time he used such a posture to comfort someone, so it was a bit awkward for him to do it himself: "Okay, okay No matter how pitifully you cry, no one will say that you are pear blossoms with rain. Besides, if I live well, you will do this. If I really twist my ankle someday, will you be able to cry the residential building down? "

Half-comforting and half-complaining, Qianlang really stopped crying gradually, her body stopped shaking, and she just quietly let Wen Yuran hold her, as if she had listened to what he said.

Because of the angle, Wen Yuran couldn't see Qianlang's expression clearly at this time, which was a bit of a pity, since it was such a rare opportunity.

Naturally, he also missed Qianlang's eyes that gradually turned from despair to emptiness.

small theater:

One of the top ten unsolved mysteries of the crew: Where did Qian Lang go after the camera cut?

Wen Yuran: Beast, you can even talk to someone who has fallen asleep, what have you done!

Qianlang: Because you look so charming when you are asleep, I can't help it o(*////▽////*)q

Wen Yuran: The point now is what did you do to me_(:з」∠)_

Qianlang: Would you like to come with me again if I tell you? (☆▽☆)

Wen Yuran: Just now my ears seemed to run away from home for ten seconds, and I didn’t hear anything