355 Duan Yu's nonsense

However, if Duan Yu knew that Yan Lingyu agreed to be a rooster because he classified his sister as one of the chickens, but he didn't know that he would do anything again.

Yan Lingyu looked at Duan Yu's small side face. Looking at his face that turned red with cold in the cold wind, and then looking at the arc of his lips that suddenly smiled, he suddenly found that this man with only five points similar facial features to his sister's eyes and manners at this time were extremely similar to the stubborn little fox.

Or, just because of these similarities, Yan Lingyu favored Duan Yu a little more, right?

Hearing Yan Lingyu's laughter, he thought he was a rooster, and the dark guards around him were not surprised. Yan Lingyu is quite strict, but not harsh.

Or, Yan Lingyu's so-called strictness is targeted, and it is only manifested in one aspect. For the rest, as long as he does not touch his bottom line, usually, Yan Lingyu's attitude will be selectively ignored.

However, Yan Lingyu rarely laughs. His smile is like an ice flower sticking out of the ice. Although it is dazzling, it is the same cold and cold.

But this time, it's different. His smile was equally bright, but the thin ice in the smile seemed to disappear, and the brightness in an hour was like the warmth of spring returning to the earth.

The dark guards all looked at each other. It seems that this section of sister and brother is really not ordinary. The elder sister is like this, and the younger brother is no less.

Yan Lingyu looked left and right and saw that the search was almost done, so he raised his hand and made a gesture of "leave". He turned around on the spot, took Duan Yu, and took the lead in walking towards the distance.

Yan Lingyu naturally came in a carriage. However, the carriage was parked far away, and now it has to be walked by.

The dark guards in the broken temple are still watching the old man's every move, as if they are afraid that he will suddenly jump out, which is unfavorable to their master.

No one saw what kind of brilliance appeared in the old man's originally dull eyes when Duan Yu said that. He narrowed his eyes and looked deeply at Duan Yu, as if he wanted to see the bottom of his heart.

However, Duan Yu left.

The old man looked out of the window and saw that the dark guards were leaving in batches. And Yan Lingyu was still standing on the open space, looking at the depressed Duan Yu, and didn't know what he was comforting.

In fact, Yan Lingyu didn't expect Duan Yu to ask anything at all. Now, seeing Duan Yu coming out dejectedly, the two had a short Christmas. Then, Yan Lingyu touched Duan Yu's head, pulled him, and turned around to prepare to leave.

Originally, Yan Lingyu only prepared an extra dress, but let Duan Yu give it to the old beggar. Therefore, Duan Yu is still thin in clothes and trembles in the cold wind.

Yan Lingyu saw it and wrapped Duan Yu's shoulder. Suddenly, he felt that his fingertips touched it like ice. Yan Lingyu stretched out his hand to release his cloak, and then carefully put it on Duan Yu's body. And help him tie it up.

However, the big cloak belongs to Yan Lingyu's, six or seven-year-old small body, which is obviously shorter than Yan Lingyu. At this time, Yan Lingyu's cloak, draped on Duan Yu's body, grew a large part of it and was dragged to the ground by Duan Yu. Such a light color, from those withered in the faint light of the morning. The grass was gently brushed. Long, like a flower that keeps jumping.

Seeing Yan Lingyu and Duan Yu leave, the leader and another gesture, these dark guards withdrew alternately. In the empty and ruined temple, there was only the old man left.

The surroundings became silent again.

The old man threw the big man given to him by Duan Yu on the ground of the broken temple and walked out of the ruined temple by himself. Before Duan Yu commanded the bald man to dig the pit last night, he stood for a long time and thought about it for a long time. Finally, he smiled deeply - this boy is really a talent. Naturally, if he can get his own guidance, he will become a genius...

Ha ha, originally, this genius is not born, but a heavenly religion. However, he is an old man who dares to draw his sword against heaven. Therefore, except him, who dares to be self-righteous and brazen?

The old man brushed his messy beard, looked at the direction of Duan Yu's disappearance, and showed a meaningful smile - boy, what should I do? The old man is already interested in you. Why don't you just throw him in his arms?

Duan Yu sat on Yan Lingyu's carriage, leaned against the wall of the car, with a pale little face, and was quietly drinking the hot tea in his hand.

The carriage was very warm, and Duan Yu's body gradually warmed up.

He looked at Yan Lingyu and didn't know what he was thinking.

Yan Lingyu sat opposite Duan Yu. He brought up the prepared pastries in advance and put them in front of Duan Yu. I don't know what the pastries were kept warm until they were sent to Duan Yu's hand, with a slight heating.

Yan Lingyu said softly, "Eat it. Eat something first, go back, and then eat."

Duan Yu just drank tea and was not in a hurry to eat. Because of the extreme cold and lack of water, the first thing he needs to supplement now is water. As for eating, if he eats too quickly, it will hurt his stomach. Anyway, I've been hungry all night and half a day. How about a little longer?

Duan Yu drank three pots of tea and began to eat cakes. When he had just finished eating one piece, Yan Lingyu handed another piece. Duan Yu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Huh, the osmanthus cake in the landscape tea house?"

Yan Lingyu smiled: "Your favorite..."

Duan Yu flattened his mouth: "Who said it was my favorite?"

Yan Lingyu just smiled, but smiled without saying a word.

Duan Yu has eaten two pieces of pastries, and his stomach is half full. Now, he simply threw down the pastry in his hand, looked at Yan Lingyu, and said lightly, "Say, what do you want to ask..."

Yan Lingyu's eyes flashed, and he knew that Duan Yu, like his sister, was a little fox. If you want to hit them, you have to think about whether you will die or not.

Having said that, there are some things and some words. Yan Lingyu is really strange. You know, what Yan Lingyu lacks most about things in the world is curiosity. However, if this curiosity comes together, I'm afraid that he will go to the bottom no matter what.

Duan Yu smiled wildly and proudly - Yan Lingyu, right? Don't think that he really doesn't know what you're thinking. He didn't expose it. He's giving you face... Humph, you know, what people have learned in the 21st century is the essence that has been precipitated for thousands of years. Think about it, how can you, an ancient man, get it?

Yan Lingyu knew that he was completely seen through by Duan Yu.

Since it has been seen through, there is nothing to pretend.

Yan Lingyu squinked at Duan Yu and said coldly, "Kid, there are many things I'm curious about you. Will you tell me one by one?"

Yes, what kind of art, what mental calculation, what kind of visual measurement, and what probability, I have to say, in this case, Yan Lingyu has never heard of at all. How can you ask him not to be curious?

Duan Yu flashed his eyes slightly and said simply, "No..."

Yan Lingyu was a little frustrated for a while.

Well, no, then, why don't he ask something else?

Yan Lingyu thought for a moment and asked, "Duan Yu, then, tell me, did your sister teach you these things?"

Duan Yu rolled his eyes. Is this Yan Lingyu talking about him? If it is said that it was taught by my sister, how can Duan Qingming know these things? If it hadn't been taught by my sister, where did you learn it? It seems that Yan Lingyu was really curious to ask this this time.

Duan Yu shook his head very seriously: "No, no, my sister won't do these either!"

Because my sister didn't come through time, neither will she.

Yan Lingyu looked at Duan Yu and didn't say anything. He just wanted to hear what he wanted to say next.

Duan Yu looked at Yan Lingyu's appetite and almost hung it. He picked up the cake and took a bite hard, and then muttered, "Who knows, I hate sweet things the most."