Prison of Black Wounds

The culprit who was not sleeping well, raised his eyebrows in displeasure, turned his face away, and just saw Long Yan and Ling Mian who were staring at him, he felt extremely ashamed, and reflexively pulled up the corner of the quilt to try to cover up his face. The face under everyone's eyelids.

However, he didn't know that in Naser's eyes, no matter what he did, he was extremely cute, even this small reflexive movement had the same effect, and he was soon blocked by Naser's embrace and was about to resist The small mouth was released until he collapsed in his arms weakly.

Naser licked the bitten corner of his mouth contentedly, and smirked twice and blew into his lover's ear: "Yeah... no... sorry... oh..."

Ran's body jerked violently, and two hard-to-disguise red clouds appeared on his originally pale face.

Ling Mian, who was already staring blankly, swallowed subconsciously, and couldn't help looking at Long Yan, from behind his ears to his fair neck, and then down...

Feeling the scorching gaze, Long Yan imagined the blatant and greedy expression on Ling Mian's face without even turning his head. He felt his head was about to split open. Feeling uncomfortable all over, he picked up the medicine box and turned around without looking up.

"Uh? Long, Long Yan, why did you leave? Tsk, I still have... Tsk, Master, how do you think we can solve the princess who has been shouting ten miles outside the city?"

While Ling Mian was talking, his eyes were wandering in the direction Long Yan left, and his whole mind was not on the business.

Seeing his appearance, Nasser really thought it was cute and funny.

"Master?" Ling Mian couldn't get a response, and felt a little anxious, "Why don't you let me lead the troops to persuade you to quit??"

Naser stroked the hair of the man in his arms that was exposed outside the quilt and said, "Don't worry about her, let her go, that kind of child will lose interest soon, but you..."

"In that case, that disciple is leaving."

Ling Mian respects Naser very much. Although he is stupid and loyal, he is not very good at being a lord. If he meets other monarchs, he will be cut off. At least at the moment Naser watched him go away in an instant I have the urge to kill him.

The warm wind blows, and there is a rustling sound in his ears, as if he can feel the elves dancing in this garden, and the fragrance of flowers slips into the bed with the fresh and natural wind, deeply attracting him.

Nassar leaned down and patted the restless head lightly: "Come out, baby, they're all gone."

Ran Wenyan shrank back like a frightened animal.

Naser sighed and said, "Hey... if you don't come out, the sun will be setting soon. After all, you are energetic, and I want to show you around."

"..."

"Remember your friends? They are all here..."

The quilt moved slightly, and after finishing the final struggle, Ran finally revealed a pair of black eyes, looking at the whole piece of green, as well as the flying butterflies, and even elves waving to him as if they were flying around.

I don't know when they left the reclining chair, stood on the edge of the cliff and had a panoramic view of the reborn black wound, and their weak bodies naturally leaned against the broad chest behind them, truly feeling each other's heartbeat.

"The war... is over..."

Something slipped across his face and was gently stroked away, and the people behind him were telling him their love for him all the time, and they were swearing sovereignty all the time, but it was still like a dream to him, and he couldn't imagine that he could I can see the day when peace comes, and I never imagined that I can have such a gentle and generous embrace.

He belonged to him. About this point, Naser didn't need to say anything, Ran had already decided in his heart, but Naser...not only belonged to him, he was the hero of the whole world.

"These days, you are always groggy, like a little lazy cat."

Although the weather in Wushang is relatively warm, the wind in March will be a bit chilly if it blows for a long time. Naser was afraid that his lover would catch cold, so he took a cloak to wrap him properly in his arms.

Seeing that the person in his arms hadn't spoken for a long time, Naser deliberately lowered his head and blew into his ear, and his body, which was overly sensitive due to the drug, reacted immediately, and he struggled to avoid Naser's teasing.

Of course, Nasser would not do what he wished, as if nothing had happened, he hugged him tightly: "Who told you to ignore me?"

Ran turned around under Naser's half-force, and faced him at an extremely embarrassing distance, he could almost feel the breath of the other party with the tip of his nose, and colorful clouds appeared on his pale face again, making Naser unable to hold back his face again. Kissed once, until Ran couldn't help frowning and protesting, then he reluctantly gave up.

"I... didn't ignore you."

"You haven't told me if you like this place, huh?" Nasser gently held his face, feeling his breath.

For Ran whose eyesight had recovered, this magnified handsome face was quite a visual shock, and he could even clearly feel his heart beating heavily in his chest, and he even stammered for no reason.

"Hi... like... um..."

The slightly opened mouth was sealed again, and Naser's domineering kiss soon made him lean against his arms weakly again.

"Hmm..." When the kiss was deep, Naser's whole body was heated up by the hoarse low-pitch, and a strange yet familiar heat was rushing from his lower abdomen to his forehead. He immediately left his seductive lips, deeply He took a breath trying to control the desire that was rushing up his forehead.

After a long time, Naser kissed the top of Ran's head and asked softly, "Ran, stay with me forever, okay?"

"it is good."

Ran's voice was still hoarse, and Long Yan said that it was difficult to recover, but fortunately, under Long Yan's meticulous research and treatment, the burns covering the left face and left shoulder were gradually getting better.

As early as more than two months ago, when Ran was in a deep coma, Long Yan used the art of corruption to destroy the deformed muscles due to burns, and then reshaped them. Because Ran was in a coma at that time, there was no Feeling the pain, Naser has praised Long Yan more than once.

Although Long Yan's treatment was complicated, the effect was surprisingly good. Now there is no distorted shape in the burnt area, and it will be back to normal once the redness fades, not to mention the other scars.

Ran's gradually recovering face was not exactly the same as in memory, it had already shed its childishness, and even attracted Naser's eyes, only the eyes that were always staring at him intently were still clear and bright.

"Ran, I love you, can you say you love me too? Ran? Ran...?"

The body in his arms suddenly leaned towards him as if he had lost all strength, Nasser lowered his head suspiciously, and his face suddenly sank.

Ran, who was leaning on his arms, was tightly touching his brows, his face was covered with fine sweat, but the tentacles were icy cold, his teeth were clenched on his lower lip, obviously enduring severe pain.

Naser felt as if his heart was being tightly pinched by someone, and he was flustered for a moment, but he immediately remembered Long Yan's words, and quickly picked him up and put him back on the stick with the symptoms that had happened every day before, holding him worriedly. Picking up his cold hand, the internal force slowly entered Ran's body.

For more than two months, this is not the first time, no matter whether Ran is asleep or awake, there will always be one or two times a day when the pain is unbearable, and no one can help him at this time, Long Yan said that his internal organs were too traumatized, coupled with his sensitive constitution, even a little external force would cause cramps and convulsions, and there was no other way but to endure.

Ran's thin arms crossed the abdomen and pressed down heavily, almost flattening the thin lower abdomen, but still could not stop the excruciating throbbing pain. The internal organs were constantly churning, as if they were also protesting the severe pain, the coldness His stomach was throbbing even more, and it almost burst out of his stomach under his palm.

"Uh...huh..."

The severe pain came irregularly, spreading from the navel one after another, panting helplessly, and finally survived a burst of severe pain like peeling the abdomen, and only after opening his eyes did he see Naser's worried face , was about to tell him that he was fine and don’t worry, a mouthful of blood spewed out, followed by Genki’s previous pain, he suddenly arched upwards, his head was thrown back irresistibly, and Naser was stunned. Immediately hugged Ran in half a second, put warm palms on his painful abdomen, gently kneaded with inner strength, and whispered his name softly in his ear: "Ran... Ran... ...It's okay, I'm here, let go of your hands, you will hurt yourself..."

"No...ah...uh...it hurts..." The waist and abdomen fell back to the bed weakly, and the whole body was soaked in sweat as if it had been fished out of the water.

Naser's eyes were red, and he felt that something was burning inside. His hot eyes were astringent and painful. He stared at Ran in pain with wide eyes, wishing to bear it for him. The belly under his palm was soft but extremely cold. The department is even more inexplicably disturbed as if there are living creatures inside. Long Yan said that the sequelae left by these past medicines, those medicines that were once applied to him are now like imprisoned Gu worms in his stomach. Fighting and torturing him day in and day out.

Long Yan once gave the worst advice to Naser, "If you really love him, tell him, you can do it alone."

How can it be?

Nasser couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose Ran himself again, maybe he would become the second Old King Wushang.

"Ran..." Nasser gently laid down on Ran's soft and cold abdomen, and gently kissed each other lovingly.

"Uh……"

Ran responded in a daze, with half-opened eyes lowered, and the hand pressing into the abdomen gradually relaxed, allowing Naser's palm to gently rub his entire soft abdomen instead, the pain became less obvious , gradually controlled within a tolerable range.

"N... Se..."

"Well, I'm..."

Every time I hear Ran calling my name