A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

During the long trek, dusk came quietly, the shadows of the trees swayed, Shu Ange was carrying Zong Yujing on his back, and the shadow was pulled very long.

It was getting late, and it became difficult to identify the road. Fortunately, Shu Ange had already seen the corner of the Baiyunguan Gallery hidden at the top of the mountain.

Climbing a mountain is a hard thing to do, let alone climbing a mountain with someone on your back.

"Zong Yujing, are you thirsty? I'm thirsty. After arriving at Baiyun Temple, I must drink a lot of water."

Shu Ange pursed his dry lips, took a breath in his chest, and continued to walk up the mountain.

After finally coming to the front of Baiyun Temple, Shu Ange looked at the dilapidated courtyard and the faded plaque, with tears in his eyes.

She carried Zong Yujing to the front of the temple, reached out and tapped the rusted copper ring: "Anyone?"

No one responded in the audience, but a little dust was startled, Shu Ange coughed, let Zong Yujing lean on him, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

With a creak, the door opened, and the wind blew through the eaves, making a crisp sound, and a faintly lit red lantern hung in front of the hall.

If it wasn't for knowing that this was a Taoist temple, Shu Ange would have the illusion of being at the scene of a ghost movie.

Since the lantern is on, there should be someone in the Taoist temple. Shu Ange tried to call out, "Is there anyone? May I ask if there is anyone here, the Taoist friend of Yuqing Temple is here to seek refuge."

No one responded, Shu Ange frowned slightly, and sighed while supporting Zong Yujing: "Strange, why is there no one here."

The dim light of the red lantern hit Zong Yujing's face, his white jade flawless face was a little more bloody, Shu Ange stared at his face, as if bewitched, reached out and touched his cheek.

Before her hand could touch Zong Yujing's cheek, a big furry head suddenly came out. Shu Ange was startled and stepped back abruptly. Zong Yujing fell on top of her, and her cold cheek was pressed against her. on the lips.

The kiss happened inexplicably, Shu Ange couldn't help widening his eyes, put his hand on Zong Yujing's waist, and moved his lips away from his cheek.

The big head with unkempt hair reached out and brushed the hair from his face, revealing a pair of small and powerful eyes.

"Who are you, why do you want to be a kid like Yu Jing?"

Shu Ange supported Zong Yujing and explained embarrassingly, "It was a misunderstanding. I accidentally bumped into him. I didn't kiss him."

The man's eyes rolled around a few times, his body was like a spring, and he jumped back suddenly, with his hands on his waist, he carefully looked at Shu Ange and Zong Yujing.

At the same time, Shu Ange was also looking at each other. The big head looked about fifty or sixty years old, the hair was black and there was no wrinkle on the face, it was as smooth and clean as a boiled egg, and the goatee on the chin fluttered in the wind.

The other party did not show malice, and recognized Zong Yujing at a glance, and Shu Ange felt much more at ease.

After taking a good look at the two of them, he circled around Shu Ange, and pretended to be deep with the goatee in his hand: "It looks very tricky, Zong Yujing is also injured."

Shu Ange looked at him with a look of hope, and sincerely asked, "What do you call senior, can you help senior Zong heal?"

The other party heard Shu Ange calling himself and Zong Yujing both seniors, and laughed loudly with his hands on his waist: "The little brat back then was also called senior, you can just call me and listen to Daochang Song. Let's go, Carry the Zong boy into the house first."

Listening to Daoist Song's hands behind his back, he swayed towards the guest room next to the main hall. Shu Ange carried Zong Yujing on his back and followed behind him with difficulty.

When the three of them were still six or seven steps away from the vermilion door, the door creaked open by itself, and when Daoist Song heard a flick of his finger, two dim yellow oil lamps lit up at the same time.

The furnishings in the room were very simple. Shu Ange's sharp eyes found that there were several cobwebs in the corners.

"Listen to Daoist Song, do you really want to put Senior Zong on the bed?"

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Shu Ange always felt that there was a lot of dust on the bed.

Hearing Taoist Song lift his eyelids, he took out a whisk from somewhere and held it in his hand, he snorted and signaled, "If you don't put it on the bed, do you want to hold it for one night?"

Shu Ange smiled awkwardly, put Zong Yujing on the bed carefully, listened to Song Daoist walking to the bed, took out a gourd-shaped blue-and-white porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured out two pills and stuffed it without looking at it. In Zong Yujing's mouth.

The pill melted in the mouth, and Zong Yujing was still in a coma.

"Okay, he has finished taking the medicine. You are standing by at night, just change the hot towel and put it on his forehead."

Hearing this, Shu Ange nodded and thanked Taoist Ting Song with a grateful expression: "Thanks to the Taoist priest for helping, may I ask the monk to apply a hot towel if he is injured?"

Listening to Taoist Song scratching his back with the whisk, he glanced at Shu Ange with disgust: "Isn't a cultivator human? What's the difference since he's a human being."

Just as Shu Ange was about to ask Song Taoist where to get hot water to find towels, he disappeared silently just like when he appeared.

She shook her head, and after some searching, she finally found a wooden basin full of historical outdated feeling.

There is no room for nitpicking in the ancient temple in the barren hills. Shu Ange groped for the water, and then used his spiritual power to make the water boil.

After the water was hot, she opened the backpack, took out the towel from it, dipped it in hot water, and carefully wiped Zong Yujing's cheeks.

His blindfolded blue ribbon was cut by the wind during the fight, and there was some blood on it.

After Shu Ange wiped Zong Yujing's face clean, he hesitated whether to take off the brocade on his eyes and wash it for him.

To take, or not to take, that is the question.

After Shu Ange hesitated for a while, considering that Zong Yujing is now injured and unconscious, it shouldn't have a big impact on removing the brocade covering his eyes.

So she took off the blue brocade gently with an uneasy mood.

His face was completely exposed in front of Shu Ange, which made her hold her breath. Usually only looking at half of her face, she already felt that Zong Yujing was definitely a rare and beautiful man.

Now that she saw his full face, Shu Ange knew what a lack of language meant. She exhausted all adjectives, but she couldn't describe his 1% grace and beauty.

Zong Yujing's eyelashes are thick and slender, his eyes are double eyelids with deep contours, and the proportions of his facial features are almost perfect.

Shu Ange held his breath, put a hot towel on Zong Yujing's forehead, then turned his back to him, and washed the blue ribbon covering his eyes.

In the dimly lit hut, Zong Yujing's shallow breathing made Shu Ange feel very secure.

She carefully cleaned his brocade, but his beautiful and fair face kept appearing in her mind.

(Romantic and warm, everyone!)