Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave. - Chapter 251 The Adventures of A0 30

However, no matter how simple the conditions are, when they come out of Jiang Nian's mouth, they have a complicated meaning.

Feng Xiuran started to speculate: "Are you planning to take advantage of the fact that Ling's spiritual power has not recovered yet to harm her?"

"Of course—" Seeing Feng Xiuran about to get angry, Jiang Nian Piaopiao added, "No."

Feng Xiu Ran: “…” I’m so angry that I want to set a fire.

Feng Xiu Ran was surprised by his seriousness. He felt vaguely that things were going off track, but he really couldn't find a reason to refuse.

Jiang Nian, who was full of evil intentions, blocked Feng Xiuran's escape route with a cunning plot.

"What do you want to do with her tomorrow?"

"That won't bother you."

He snorted coldly and went upstairs. Jiang Nian's voice came from far behind him: "I have to help Ah Ling recover his spiritual power tonight. I can't be disturbed."

Jiang Nian responded with a deafening slam of the door.

Jiang Nian, this bastard!

In the evening, Jiang Nian entered the room again.

Jiang Nian smiled and said, "I said that my injury will be healed before the next counseling. Or, do you want to check it out?"

Gu Ling pulled his wrist, input spiritual energy to check, and found that the injury was indeed healed.

She didn't say much, and the two of them began today's spiritual energy channeling as usual, except that it took a little longer today.

Jiang Nian's originally abundant spiritual power became less and less as time went by, but Gu Ling's spiritual power became more abundant. She vaguely felt that her spiritual power seemed to be about to fully recover.

It was too risky to restore Gu Ling's spiritual power all at once. Jiang Nian felt that his soul was about to be torn in two, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Jiang Nian was at a critical period at this time, and his mind was fragile. Gu Ling did not dare to interrupt him rashly and could only let Jiang Nian continue.

The moment it ended, Jiang Nian fell down. Gu Ling pushed him to the bedside and held his chin without mercy: "Do you like weak bodies so much?"

The weakness and the pain in his chin made Jiang Nian's eyes moist. He was clearly a strong swordsman, but in front of Gu Ling he always looked pale and weak.

So you're risking your life to help her recover her spiritual power as compensation?

This man is really...

Gu Ling felt a little tired: "Can't you just be quiet for a while?"

"I was wrong."

Jiang Nian grabbed Gu Ling's sleeve and shook it, his eyes sparkling with tiny lights: "A Ling, you hurt me a little."

He was always unreasonably blunt.

"Deserved it."

Gu Ling let him go. The fingerprints on his chin were very obvious, and combined with his pale and weak skin, there was a kind of sadistic beauty.

"I promise, as long as you promise me, I will definitely listen to you in the future."

"Can you believe what you say?"

The smile on his face faded, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he subconsciously reached for the hairband on his left wrist, but instead touched Gu Ling's hand.

What Gu Ling grabbed just now was his left wrist.

Jiang Nian stood up and walked towards the door. The moment he opened the door, a voice came from behind him: "What time tomorrow?"

Jiang Nian's eyes were filled with smiles: "I will come to find you. See you tomorrow."

That night, the wind was howling outside the window, and the heavy snow was drifting in the wind. The red plum blossoms were wrapped in the wind and snow, and the fragrance of the flowers was condensed with coldness and buried in the snow.

The next morning, Gu Ling sat in front of the dressing table with her long black hair hanging down behind her.

Under the young man's sharp thick eyebrows are a pair of gentle and focused eyes. He has a rare healthy complexion, his skin is white with a rosy glow, and his light-colored lips are raised upwards, revealing his good mood.

The hands that used to hold the sword were now using a wooden comb to gently comb Gu Ling's black hair. The slender knuckles were like jade, crystal clear and translucent.

After a while, he reached over Gu Ling's shoulder, bent down slightly, and reached out to take the green jade hairpin on the table.

The elegant green bamboo scent suddenly became strong, and a few strands of his hair fell and brushed across Gu Ling's cheek, bringing a slight itch.

Jiang Nian's hair-binding skills have always been better than Gu Ling's. He put down the comb, smiled and said, "Okay."

After leaving the inn, the wind and snow blew towards us. Jiang Nian held an umbrella, and the snow fell on the umbrella, making a slight sound.

Gu Ling and Jiang Nian shared an umbrella, and the two were very close to each other. Two pairs of footprints on the snow extended from the inn, getting farther and farther away.

Snow City is not as prosperous and lively as Xilin City. The ice and snow make the whole city look deserted.

There are many evergreen trees planted on the roadside, as well as many green bamboos.

The snow pressed down on the bamboo poles layer by layer, bending the bamboos. When the snow accumulated to a certain weight, it fell to the ground with a crash. The bamboos, which were almost lying on the ground, straightened up and revealed their green leaves.

There were several tables and chairs placed under the shop built of a small wooden shed. Jiang Nian shook the umbrella covered with snow and put it aside. The two of them found a table and sat down beside it.

Jiang Nian: "Boss, two bowls of wontons."

The shop was indeed very fast and soon, two bowls of hot wontons were served on the table.

Jiang Nian carefully cleaned the spoon and chopsticks with his spiritual power, then handed them to Gu Ling: "Be careful, it's hot."

He is actually very good at taking care of people. When he was still a teenager, he took good care of Gu Ling.

Gu Ling blew on the hot wontons, and white mist spread in the cold air, blurring his vision. After the wontons were put into his mouth, the mist dissipated, like a long-lost memory becoming clear.

It feels like a guy who is always making trouble finally gets an opportunity after much effort. You wait for him to use his big move, but he just takes a walk with you in a very ordinary way and eats a bowl of wontons with you in a very ordinary shop.