"I don't ..."

"Oh---" The chin was suddenly held, Lan Yan snorted, and he lowered his head weakly. The white and soft hair gently covered the muscular arm of Beishan, such as the cracking white silk.

Beishan's thumbs over the corner of the Lan Polar mouth overflowing, wiping heavily on the pale and bloody right cheeks.

The eyelashes of Lan Yanshuangbai trembled, and the corners of the eyes were red instantly, "it hurts ..."

Lan Yan was afraid of pain since he was a child. Everyone spoiled him and was used to him, so he developed a weird spleen.

The beautiful and weak youth breath was stubborn on the arm, breathing weak, and the blood overflowed with the corner of the mouth was red with red hair. The beautiful scenery stabbed Beishan's eyes, and the two emotions were constantly intertwined in the heart.

The finger on the chin was released, leaving a terrible bruise.

Beishan threw Lan Yan on the bamboo couch, and said with a hoarse voice: "Drink the medicine obediently, you know that you can't see the sun, and run to the sun, do you find death?"

"The medicine is too bitter." The young man struggled on the bamboo couch, and his bones were painful, and he had no strength at all. He couldn't help telling the truth on the bamboo couch.

Beishan stared at the blood on Lan Yan's lips for a few seconds, "delicate!"

When he turned out, when he came back, he had a bowl of sweet grass juice in his hand, kicked the bamboo couch, "get up and drink medicine!"

The young man on the bamboo couch shrank, as if the bird of the bow. Beishan saw this, and twisted his eyebrows. He regretted the rudeness just now and said, "Give you sweet grass juice, drink it quickly."

Lan Yan struggled to get up, and the movement was so slow that Beishan couldn't stand it.

Suddenly, Lan Yan's sight turned around.

He was hugged into his arms by Beishan, and Beishan's strong and powerful arm tightly imprisoned him. Lan Yan could even clearly hear the powerful heartbeat sound of Beishan. The sound was like a drum.

"Small waste, I really don't know what he looked at you."

Beishan squeezed Lan's arm like a toy. The young man in his arms always drooped, and the tip of the ear exposed under the soft white hair was red, and he struggled uneasily.

Beishan's heartbeat is getting faster and faster. While having a strong aversion to himself, he feels like the feeling of imprisoning Lan Yan in his arms while nostalgic.

He couldn't help but put his head close to the tip of Lanji, "Lanji, Dad, no. You have to remember, without me, you are so waste, you can't live here, you can't listen to me, know?"

"Drink medicine."

The arm on the waist was tight, and Lan Yan immediately hissed softly. He wanted to finish drinking the medicine quickly, but he cough, the more cough, the more blood, and the blood rushed out.

Dare to let the blood flow out.

"Enough!" Beishan's face could not be described as difficult.

Lan Yan stiff in the arms of Beishan.

"The medicine will not drink." Seeing Lan Yan began to be afraid, the tone of Beishan softened again, "I'll feed you."

After drinking the medicine from the sweet grass juice from Beishan, Lan Yan was so hard to get half of it, and his eyes were blank.

The sun is already sunny.

Today is the head of the dead husband.

According to the legend, the ghost who died tonight will return home. Lan Yan should make a meal for his dead husband, and then avoid it. You cannot let the dead ghosts nostalgic in the world.

"It's almost dark." Lan Yan said.

Beishan heard the meaning of Lan Yan, "I'm here to cook, you go to sleep now, don't come out no matter what kind of movement you hear, use the quilt to blindly, don't open your eyes ..." Don't open your eyes ... "

"Beishan ..." The young man who had been silent suddenly suddenly spoke, and his expression was a little hesitant, but he quickly turned to firm.

"I can live in your room tonight?"

Beishan suddenly stunned, staring at Lan Yan with wide eyes.

Lan Yan looked very clearly that there was no disgust or disgust in Beishan's eyes, but a little confused and surprised.

Ha, it really is the evil dog who hates his stepmother on the surface.

After tentative for so long, Lan Yan almost figured out the character of Beishan.

[The characteristics of BUFF2's dying flower make you extremely weak, but the evil thoughts of ghosts will become your nutrients]

The dead husband should be the ghost of this game. Today, the first seven returns, but seeing that the wife's rest in the steps of the stepon will definitely trigger the second effect of BUFF2.

"For ... why?" Beishan opened his mouth, and he stuck.

The handsome young man frowned, the deep features and the fierce and evil totems on his body looked deterrent.

Under the momentum of Beishan, Lan Yan appeared, and it was compared to the comparison, as weaker.

But Lan Yan has seen through the youth's colorfulness, his irritability is just out of demand for himself.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Lan Yan said a little sadly, "I don't want to die."

Beishan's arms were cold, and it was Lanzhu's fingers. Pale and weak, like a pointed flower bud with buds, but grabbed very hard. The nails fell into his flesh and printed ten small crescents.

Lan Yan's fingers were cool and cold, reminding Beishan's flowers blooming under the moonlight, but there was a strange burning sensation in the place where the fingertips were touched, and it was passed to the heart.

"You won't die." Beishan realized the subtext of Lan Yan. The golden pupils were bright and hot under the sun's reflection. He stood up, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was finally proud and satisfied with Lan Yan for help. "I

Here, Dad can't take you away, you will have a long -term life. "

Beishan is bold and bold, regardless of the exclaiming of Lan Yan, leaned over and picked up Lan Yan. "Today, see you under the sun, I thought you don’t want to live, just go with my dad."

"No, I just haven't seen the sun for a long time."

In the place where Beishan couldn't see, Lan Yan had no expression. He raised his arms, and the red pupil disgusted the red dots that had not completely disappeared on the arm.

"Squeaks-"

It seems to be the sound of the door.

Lan Yan raised his head sharply, and saw that the door of the opposite side opened a small seam. It seemed that a dark shadow was lying in the door seam gloomyly.

"Beishan!" Lan Yan grabbed the shoulder of Beishan.

"What's wrong?" Beishan turned back.

Blow a gust of gusts into the house and scrape off the door of the door.

"There seems to be someone in that room."

Beishan stopped, "Which house?"

"That's that." Lan Yan raised his hand to point out.

"You read it wrong." Beishan looked down at Lan Yan's fingers, and his face was a little unhappy. "The old house you got married with him had long been able to hold it. Now it is used to sacrifice God.

Look at there is a lock on it. "

Lan Yan took a closer look, and she saw a big iron lock.

Lan Yan was relieved, "Why should you lock in the house of God?"

It has arrived at the place where Beishan lives.
Chapter completed!