Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

But Jiang Que was not wrong about one thing.

He Wenshang couldn't bear to kill him.

It wasn’t like that before, and it’s still the same now.

He Wenshang hated his own soft-heartedness. Looking at Jiang Que's increasingly handsome face, he eased his anger and said, "If that's the case, why did you ask me to go to Xianyun Mountain? Everyone down there is waiting for news on who will live or die."

Who will be the master of the martial arts world in the future depends entirely on today.

Jiang Que let go of He Wenshang and held his hand to climb up the mountain, occasionally looking back at him: "It's just a competition, who said we have to fight?"

He was talking about a competition, and whoever wins will be the boss.

As a result, the rumors became more and more outrageous, and now it is difficult for either of them to end up in trouble unless they die.

There is a small house halfway up Xianyun Mountain. Jiang Que plans to take He Wenshang to stay there for a few days.

The people outside waited for a long time, thinking that they had been fighting for many days but still no winner was decided.

There is a deep pool in the mountain. He Wenshang sat on the grass, holding his waist, and watched a man fishing with a fishing rod not far away.

The two of them fought hard for many days and he almost died in the battle.

There was a peach tree outside the yard where they were staying temporarily halfway up the mountain. The peach blossoms were originally very beautiful, but they were shaken so many times on the tree in the past two days that the flowers were bald.

"Brother, I caught a fish. Please make fish soup for me tonight."

He Wenshang had not been lying there for long when Jiang Que, who was fishing, suddenly reeled in his fishing rod and pulled up a small fish the size of a thumb.

He Wenshang twitched his lips and said, "Let him go."

When this fish was put into the pot, there was not even a trace of meat to be seen.

After fishing for an entire afternoon, Jiang Que only caught that one small fish, which was released.

Fortunately, the trap set by He Wenshang caught a wild rabbit. Jiang Que was lying in the yard. He Wenshang cleaned the rabbit and roasted it.

After it was cooked, Jiang Que came over to eat. He Wenshang took a knife and cut some slices of meat and put them in Jiang Que's bowl.

Ask him, "When are we going down the mountain?"

I stayed in the mountains for almost a week, and even a bullfight doesn’t last this long.

Jiang Que chewed the rabbit meat roasted by He Wenshang and thought: "Tomorrow, we will say that we are tied, and we will come up and play every year from now on."

This place is isolated from the world and not crowded, so it's quite comfortable to stay here.

It was said to be a duel, but in fact he came here to take a vacation.

He Wenshang lowered his head and smiled: "If we play tricks on them like this, won't those people tear us apart if they know about it?"

"Tear it up if you want. As long as they can tear it up, I have no objection." Jiang Que finished eating the slices of meat cut by He Wenshang and handed over the bowl to indicate that he wanted more.

The attitude doesn't matter, there is a sense of death that love will never come.

He Wenshang was cutting the meat, and Jiang Que was picking it up with chopsticks, feeding He Wenshang from time to time.

Eating just meat was a bit choking, so Jiang Que went to the room and poured two cups of tea.

The leader of the Demon Alliance choked to death on rabbit meat. It would be so embarrassing to tell others about it.

After eating, I wrote for a while in the room.

He Wenshang saw the landscape painting they had painted together before hanging on the wall. He Wenshang dipped some ink and wrote a poem above the painting.

Seeing that he was serious, Jiang Que took out another piece of paper and copied the scene in front of him onto the drawing paper.

The strokes are simple, but the atmosphere of the character's expression is captured very well.

He Wenshang saw Jiang Que drawing himself and motioned for Jiang Que to stand over there. He Wenshang picked up his brush and drew Jiang Que in a red dress on the other side.

"Is this what my lady meant by not being good at painting?"

He Wenshang still held the pen in his fingers, and the red ink stained Jiang Que's red clothes.

He Wenshang took away his brush and said, "The one who is not good at painting is the beggar He Shang. What does it have to do with me?"

"is it?"

He Wenshang's fingers holding the pen tightened.

Jiang Que undressed himself, held He Wenshang's hand holding the brush and placed it on his chest, signaling him to paint, and said, "Since my wife is good at painting, I want a blooming peony."

Jiang Que walked forward, and a dark look flashed across He Wenshang's face. The tip of the pen suddenly touched Jiang Que's chest, leaving a pool of red stain.

He Wenshang gritted his teeth: "How can I draw this!!"

Jiang Que didn't care and said, "Brother is very capable. I believe in him. When he finishes painting, we will go back."

He Wenshang, who couldn't even hold a pen, said: "..."

Damn thing! !