第二百一十一章给自己放血(3/6)

                                                                                                                                    “……好，我去给你捡回来。”
                                                                                                                                                                犹豫了一下，守寒才答应她。她身上的衣物所剩无几，麒麟早就从她的腰后掉在了旁边的礁石滩里。
                                                                                                                                                                他不知道她要拿麒麟来做什么。
                                                                                                                                                                可他知道，没有麒麟的莫飞烟，就是拔了利齿的老虎。麒麟对于莫飞烟而言，已经不光光是一把匕首，一个杀人用的刀子，而是对麒麟有一种依赖的存在。
                                                                                                                                                                没有麒麟的飞烟，没有安全感。
                                                                                                                                                                她会惶恐，会不安，会胆怯。麒麟是她精神的一种支柱，是守护她的一种朋友。
                                                                                                                                                                她现在害怕，也许给了她麒麟，她就会这么紧张了。
                                                                                                                                                                轻轻把她的身子放回沙滩上，他立刻站起来飞奔到礁石滩那里，回到刚才莫飞烟站立过的那块巨大的礁石旁边，在澎湿的石堆里找到了那柄刀鞘上刻有一头威风凛凛的麒麟的匕首。
                                                                                                                                                                “飞烟，你的麒麟。”
                                                                                                                                                                拿着麒麟的守寒重新回到了莫飞烟身边，把她从沙滩上抱回怀里，将那柄已经攥热了的匕首，塞到她手中，安抚似的低声说道：“拿着，你的麒麟没丢。”
         

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