Today is also the day I was attacked by the little lord

After hearing Duan Yunyang's words, Su Xun didn't stop moving, but said indifferently: "If Mr. Duan is willing, it's okay to say."

Duan Yunyang stared at his back unblinkingly, his gaze was hot but his voice was cold, and said quietly:

"That's it... If I am not a simple business dandy, but was invited a few years ago to join a highly disciplined organization to engage in the business of killing people and stealing goods, Wubi, how would you treat me?"

Su Xun's hand pounding the medicine stopped for a moment, but he was not dazed by his astonishing words, his voice was calm and unwavering: "My lord, you are worrying too much, you have extensive knowledge and extraordinary skills, how can you be a thing in the pool? Besides, no matter how dissident I am, I will have no power to fight back against your attack...so what I think in my heart doesn't matter."

"Hahaha... Wubi, you are really interesting! Then I have nothing to hide, so I can talk endlessly."

Duan Yunyang couldn't help smiling, and didn't bother to continue probing, so he simply said openly: "At that time, although I had martial arts skills, I had never actually been in contact with such affairs. It was difficult to deal with it alone, so the organization assigned me to follow a senior , for a three-month observation and exercise."

"It's lucky to say that this senior is not someone else. He is someone with high martial arts skills and the most proficient in actions in the organization. He has never made a mistake in his past missions and has won everyone's admiration. But I was a little out of temper at that time, and I said I am respectful, but I am secretly dissatisfied in my heart, always thinking about flexing my muscles at critical moments and making people look at me with admiration."

He smiled lightly, with both helplessness and regret between his brows.

"Presumably, my senior was also worried about my ignorant behavior. Whether I acted without following the prior arrangement, or was discovered after spying on information, he did his best to help me deal with the aftermath, and he never blamed me... …even when he himself was also wounded, he never left me."

"Leave you behind? What's going on here?" Su Xun seemed to have a white light in his sleeve, and then took the prepared golden medicine, came to the bedside and carefully applied it to Duan Yunyang.

Feeling the coolness of the medicine and the slight tingling pain coming from the wound, Duan Yunyang lowered his eyes and let out a long sigh:

"At that time, we were ordered by the organization to go to Saibei to kill a group of thieves who were doing evil everywhere. But the terrain in the desert was treacherous, and I was shot by a poisoned arrow during the fight. After trekking for several miles, I barely found an abandoned farmhouse. Fortunately, he carried a detoxifying elixir with him, so I was able to survive..."

Speaking of this, his breathing was suddenly a little unsteady. Su Xun felt the arm under his finger trembling slightly. He stopped and looked up, only to see that his brows were wrinkled, and there seemed to be sparkles in his eyes:

"The senior fell down suddenly after healed my poisonous wounds, and I realized that there was a long knife wound on his abdomen, and his black robe was already soaked in blood... ...Struggling, struggling to release the last firework for help, and persisting for several hours, we were saved..."

The slender fingers that were applying the medicine paused, and the palms holding the medicine bowl were sweating. The drooping eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the cheeks, covering Su Xun's expression. He could only hear him asking softly: "That senior, what happened later?" so what?"

"After returning to the organization, the senior took all the responsibility for the mistakes in the mission, and was confined in a dark room to think about the mistakes before he recovered from his injuries. However, my three-month training period has expired, and the mission after that will be carried out alone. No matter how difficult it is to have any contact with him... But in my heart, I always miss the depression and can't let it go."

"In the blink of an eye, I have spent more than three years in the organization. During this period, I only met the senior a few times sporadically, but I never expected that he would disappear during a certain mission a year ago. Since then, his life and death are unknown, and his whereabouts are unknown... Speaking of it The irony is that even today, I have not been able to express my gratitude to him personally, and the regret in this cannot be expressed in words.”

The warm yellow light and shadow were projected on Duan Yunyang's face, the thin lips were pursed into a bitter arc, and the deep outline looked particularly lonely in the flickering light and shadow.

Su Xun's heart was sore and unbearable, thousands of words seemed to be choked in his throat, his shiny eyes blinked, and he was silent for a while, before he finally let out a breath: "...Sincere heart is spiritual, I want to thank you, that senior should I can feel it."

Hearing this, Duan Yunyang's whole body trembled, and regardless of the injury, he suddenly grabbed Su Xun's slender wrist in his palm!

"But I'm not reconciled..."

Dizziness suddenly appeared in his mind, and the figure in front of him was blurry, and he could not see clearly, but he stubbornly clenched it tightly, as if if he let go, that person would disappear without a trace: "If I look for him one day, I won't see him clearly." Then I will never be at peace... What do other people's criticisms and decisions have to do with me, even if the road ahead is dark, what fear do I have..."

"Master Duan, be careful of your injuries..."

The person in front of him seemed to be talking anxiously, Duan Yunyang was confused and couldn't hear clearly, the light and shadow in his vision gradually faded, and in a trance, a figure deeply rooted in his heart seemed to overlap with the scene in front of him, and there was a strong emotional breakthrough Layers of confinement, gushing out with turbulent thoughts.

He heard himself muttering: "All I think about is to protect his health and well-being."

Thoughts seemed to be involved in the vortex of jumping, shattered into pieces, and could no longer be organized into a complete connection.After all, Duan Yunyang couldn't hold it anymore, closed his eyes, and staggered backwards.

Su Xun quickly supported his back with quick eyes and hands, and gently laid him down on the bed, then straightened up by supporting the edge, only to see a bright red line of blood at the corner of his mouth, so vivid——

He actually bit his lip.

From the moment Duan Yunyang opened his mouth, he knew that he was doomed, so he chose to mix Mafeisan into Jinchuang medicine in advance...Unexpectedly, this person was faster than him. hit.

His legs and feet were sore and weak, he leaned against the wardrobe next to the bed and stood still, the extreme coldness and scorching heat flowed endlessly in his chest, almost eroding his fragile heart defenses.

The right hand can't help but poke towards the abdomen, and the rough touch can be faintly detected through a thin layer of clothing.

That part of the skin had been pierced by the serrated long knife, and it had not been properly healed for a long time, after all, it still left a hideous and terrifying scar.He himself didn't care much about it, after all the injuries he had suffered over the years were innumerable, but he never thought that Duan Yunyang would remember it till now.

The past memories have long been washed away by time, but the promises made in childhood are still vivid.I don't hesitate to give everything because of this promise, even if the other party has long forgotten it, I still have no hesitation, but he...

Also, what did he mean by what he said just now?

If you can forget the past in a chic and wanton way, why should you be obsessed with the bloody scene?

How could he play with human emotions like this!Hateful, hateful!

The uncontrollable burning pain and anger swept over, Su Xun couldn't bear it anymore, knelt down beside the bed, and stretched out his hand to tighten Duan Yunyang's neck.

In his more than [-] years of life, there has never been even a single moment like this, where he wanders crazily on the edge of passion and hatred.

As if feeling the strength from the neck, Duan Yunyang raised his eyebrows in a coma, and his expression was slightly painful.Seeing this, Su Xun was almost startled and let go of his hand, the blood on his face faded in an instant, and he was as pale as frost.

Just now, what are you going to do?

The turbulent wax tears finally swallowed up the candlelight, the swaying halo in the room gradually dimmed, and the moonlight that diffused from the window lattice became more and more clear, shining as brightly as silk, gradually elongating the entangled figure on the couch.

Trembling, flinching, probing.

After struggling for a while, Su Xun reached out to touch Duan Yunyang's neck again, but this time he did not stop, but moved up along the sharp jaw line, and finally landed on the warm lips.

His lips are thinner than ordinary people, but the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, showing a crescent-like arc, which inevitably adds a bit of willful and cunning youthfulness to the emotionless feeling.

The temperature of the lips rose along the slightly cool fingertips, Su Xun only felt that there seemed to be some emotion in his chest was quietly stimulated, some indescribable impulse sprouted from the deepest part of the body, boiling and clamoring, pushing him forward suddenly Qing, for a while, he and Duan Yunyang were only a short distance away, and they breathed and heard each other.

Under his control, the dose of Mafeisan is enough to make a person fall asleep until dawn. Even if he is awakened by an external noise, he can still hit the back of the neck, and all is well and the world is peaceful.

Persistence is like a chasm, it is the edge of death; persistence is like dust, it is futile and returning without success.

So why not just enjoy the moment...

With a flash of thought in his mind, Su Xun no longer hesitated, leaned over suddenly, and took Duan Yunyang's lips in his mouth!

Fiery and fragrant, rich and sweet, the wonderful memories have become mellow wines in the years of precipitation, intoxicating and intoxicating.

The flexible tip of the tongue pried open the gaping teeth, swimming like a fish into the vast world of that person.The sweet and sweet body fluid blended to create a melodious and melodious melody, and the hand that lifted the bead curtain wrinkled a pool of spring water, and the turbulent waves made the lake no longer calm.

Su Xun's kiss gradually turned from tenderness to domineering at first, and the light and slow touch was replaced by a lingering deep sucking, so strong that he almost wanted to rub into his flesh and blood, breathing together.

And Duan Yunyang's unconscious response in the entanglement further intensified the rush of emotion, and the dense and deep kisses were imprinted between his lips and teeth again and again, close to death, with no gaps in the middle, and almost squeezed the space for the last breath. do.

Xiujie couldn't stop moving her fingers, and with a flexible flick beside her straight collarbone, she untied the belt of the collar.The moist, hot and sticky lips gradually kissed along the contours of the shoulders and neck, and the breath spewed out on Duan Yunyang's smooth chest texture, which soon aroused a burst of densely packed tiny bumps.

Su Xun listened intently to his powerful heartbeat, then turned her head suddenly, her restless tongue curled up on a spring-like pink spot on her chest, and the white teeth clasped gently with some resentment, and the intense stimulation spread across the lightning and flint. All over Duan Yunyang's body, even if he was in a coma, he was not spared, the skin around him was hot like a branding iron, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The ultimate pleasure washes over every inch of senses, and Su Xun almost forgot the existence of himself in an instant, indulging in absolute indulgence and unable to extricate himself.The long waiting, the regret of forgetting, and the painful struggle are smelted in the beauty of this moment. All the obsession with death and obsession, and all the hesitation to say, all turn into a shallow call, desperate and hopeless. gentle:

"Yunyang..."

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