Long Shi said to Luo Wei, "Sir, if we still bring that shadow guard, it will only slow down our schedule."
Rowe shook his head and said, "If we don't take him, he won't survive."
Long Shi shook his head and sighed.
"His name is Wei Lan," Luo Wei added, "Ten, don't look down on him, life is different in this world, and Wei Lan did nothing wrong."
"Son."
"Ten, none of the Kylin Shadow Guards volunteered to be the Shadow Guards. They were all children from poor families, or beggars on the street, and they were all bought and captured by the Kylin Villa."
Long Shi was silent for a moment, then he threw his hands at Luo Wei and said, "What the young master said is that none of us thought of this."
Luo Wei said, "Ten, don't show him any shame in the future, be nice to him, and don't embarrass him. We don't need to mention what happened to Wei Lan in the past, just forget it."
Long Shi said solemnly, "Long Shi knows."
In the wooden house, tears flowed from Wei Lan's eyes. The shadow guard's sleep was shallow, and he would wake up when there was movement around him. He had just woken up, but he woke up when Luo Wei was talking to Long Shi.
This kind of feeling is very strange. When Wei Lan was still in an infancy, he was held by his mother in his arms and begged along the street to live. When he was four years old, his mother died of starvation and cold. He was unable to let his mother go to earth for safety. He could only watch the officers and soldiers patrolling the streets throw her into the river outside the city. When he was six years old, he was caught from the street by Qilin Villa and entered into a training camp. He trained for five years, and then served as the host of the villa for nine years. In Wei Lan's twenty-year life, no one had treated him well except his mother, and no one had ever cared about him. His life and death, he never regarded himself as a human being. Street begging, the last thing you need is self-esteem. After entering the unicorn training camp, he is just an object, not even a dog, and self-esteem is not needed. Unexpectedly, Luo Wei was afraid that he would be embarrassed, and deliberately asked the emperor's dragoon guard to treat him better. This man actually cared about his self-esteem. After the death of his mother, Wei Lan once again felt that he was cared for by others. This feeling It's so unfamiliar, as if it's been a lifetime.
Someone pushed the door and walked in. Wei Lan hurriedly turned his head inward. He moved slowly at this time, and before he could raise his hand to wipe the tears from his face, a warm hand touched his face.
Luo Wei sat down beside the bed and gently wiped away Wei Lan's tears, "What's wrong?" He asked Wei Lan, "Does your body hurt so much?"
"It doesn't hurt," Wei Lan choked a little.
"It's alright," Luo Wei said softly, "How can anyone be unlucky all the time? Wei Lan, forget the past."
Wei Lan said: "Yes, I will forget."
"Seven sons went to sleep," Luo Wei's voice became even lower, and asked Wei Lan almost in a whisper: "Are you still rising there?"
Wei Lan's body froze. He didn't believe that his current body could still interest Luo Wei.
"Don't get me wrong," Luo Wei explained hurriedly: "You have a blood clot there, and it will be useless if it is not expelled."
Wei Lan blushed, "If that thing is abolished, it will be abolished."
"Then how do you take care of it in the future?" Luo Wei's hand had already reached into the quilt.
"Young Master?!" If Wei Lan could move, he would definitely jump up.
"I have no ill intentions," Luo Wei whispered: "I can't bear to use a pipe to guide your current body. I have tried to do it for you these few days, but you have been ignorant of personnel, and the place can't be vented when it stands up. Lan, this will still hurt a little, but you still have to give it a try."
"I'm too dirty," Wei Lan endured the pain and reached out and grabbed Luo Wei's hand, "It will make the son dirty."
"It's the people who harmed you," Rowe said. "Or do you think I'm the same as those people?"
Wei Lan immediately said, "Young master is not."
"Then let go," Rowe moved his hands.
"Young Master!" Wei Lan blushed to the point of bleeding.
"It's okay," Luo Wei comforted Wei Lan softly.