When the Immortal Cultivation Villain strays into the Zerg

As soon as Tang Wuyang opened the door, he saw He Shanhe kneeling in the corner of the room, the floor was clean, and even the blood that fell when he helped him treat the wound before was wiped off.

There was a large glaring red mass in the trash can, and a strong smell of blood was caught before it could dissipate.

"Brother..." Tang Wuyang sighed.

"Did you take your medicine?" he asked.

"I have dealt with it myself." He Shanhe knelt in place and replied.

"Take off your shirt, let me see the wound."

He Shanhe paused, rolled up the sleeves of his clothes, exposing an arm.There is a welt on the arm, which is almost healed.

The little wooden pile still wants to fool me?

How could there be such a strong smell of blood in just one welt? ?

What about him?

"Brother, are you obedient, I will come and help you take it off myself."

Tang Wuyang's tone was a little more threatening, he put his hands behind his back, walked around the room as if wandering, and then sat down directly beside He Shanhe.

He turned his head to look at He Shanhe, with his usual smile on his face again.

"Huh? Brother."

The male worm hadn't seen the punishment room being passive yet, but just noticed the bloody smell in the room, and was already a little angry.

He Shanhe obediently took off his shirt, already thinking in his head how he would survive the night if the males wanted to drive him away later.

Without the protection of his clothes, Tang Wuyang's back was directly exposed in several pieces by the whip marks.

calm.

You can't get angry at this little wooden pile now.

This has split its own bark all over, and it is a flammable material.

If I light a fire, won't the tree burn to me?

"Brother, the wound is a little inflamed, I'll get you some ointment and apply it."

Tang Wuyang got up and was about to go downstairs to get the medicine. When he reached the door, he didn't forget to turn around and tell the little heartless person in the room.

"Xiaomei, don't think that I can't do anything to you because you are good-looking. I warn you, all of you are now my private property, and no one is allowed to move except me, understand?"

Seeing He Shanhe, Tang Wuyang nodded.

Tsk, the little wooden pile finally knows to pretend to be good at this time?

Tang Wuyang went downstairs and went straight to the place where the ointment was put. He took the medicine and planned to go back to the room directly, but was squatted upright by Tang Kexuan who was waiting there at the stairs.

"What's the matter, is he injured?" Tang Kexuan looked at the ointment and asked nervously.

Female worms generally do not need to apply medicine, unless the wound is really serious.

Therefore, those ointments for wounds in pharmacies are usually prepared for the noble male lords.

The packaging is exquisite and can be recognized at a glance.

"No, he has convulsions." Tang Wuyang said indifferently.

"Then your elder brother and I will go back first? We have business tomorrow, so we won't stay any longer. Anyway, this time we are here to see you. The military department is fine, so don't worry."

"Okay, then second brother, be careful on the road and rest early."

Tang Kexuan agreed, and walked towards the gate. Halfway there, she suddenly remembered something, and the smile on her face brightened a bit.

Taking advantage of Tang Zhao's inattention, he sneaked back to Tang Wuyang's side, and whispered:

"Actually, it was your elder brother who asked to see you this time. It's so rare. Even this female doesn't know what's wrong, but she still refuses to tell you herself, and insists on letting me be the bridge between you two."

Tang Kexuan glanced at Tang Zhao, confirming that the other party has not noticed that she has sold him.

So he added a summary in Tang Wuyang's ear: "Maybe it's more awkward when you're older."

"Tang, Ke, Xuan. Tomorrow, the Fourth Army will have combat training. I believe you would be happy to exercise with me, right?"

Tang Zhao actually heard it from the very beginning, but he never bothered to talk to his silly second brother.

Didn't expect this girl to make an inch of it? ?

"Brother, this is not..."

Before Tang Kexuan finished speaking, he managed to catch another slap in the face, obediently swallowing the second half of the sentence.

Sure enough, the second brother has no insect rights since ancient times? !

When Tang Wuyang walked into the room again, he saw that He Shanhe was still kneeling on the spot, and the wound on his body was indeed a little better than what he had seen before.

The healing ability of the female worm is really strong.

"Brother He, put your clothes on the quilt yourself, and lie down on the bed."

Tang Wuyang shook the ointment in his hand, indicating that he would apply the ointment.

He Shanhe complied.

Tang Wuyang unscrewed the lid, squeezed a little ointment on his finger, and applied it to He Shanhe's wound.

Crimson welts spread all over his back irregularly, like cracks in the ground.

Tang Wuyang frowned, deliberately increased the strength of his hands, and watched the female lying on the bed tremble slightly due to the pain.

"Isn't this still painful, brother?"

"Slave knows it's wrong."

"In other words, I don't want to listen to this!"

"..."

He Shanhe made a hoarse voice.

Tang Wuyang didn't reduce the intensity, as if he was angry, he still applied the medicine to He Shanhe according to the intensity just now.

But until the medicine was applied, the female insect on the bed didn't respond to anything except that her whole body would tense and grab the quilt when she was in extreme pain, and she just endured it without making a sound.

"Okay, it's almost there."

Tang Wuyang put down the ointment in his hand and placed it next to the iodine bottle.

"Brother, come down with me to eat something."

The food on the table was already a bit cold, Tang Zhao and Tang Kexuan said they came to have dinner together, but in fact the food on the table was barely touched.

He Shanhe very consciously picked up the vegetables and heated them up.He put the heated meal on the table, hesitated for a moment, but still stood by the table and did not go far.

"Aren't you going to eat brother?"

He Shanhe replied: "The slave is not hungry, the slave can wait for the master to eat before eating."

"Brother He, do you want me to feed you?"

Tang Wuyang propped his head with his hands and teased.

"Slave is not."

"Oh... forget it, but I just applied medicine to you, which made me very tired."

Tang Wuyang pointed his fingers deliberately.

"Brother He, why don't you feed me?"

"You see, you've only been here for a short time. I've been taking care of you all this time. It's the medical warehouse and the ointment. I'm just charging a small interest. This isn't too much to ask, Brother He?"

Tang Wuyang reached out and grabbed the corner of He Shanhe's clothes, shaking it pitifully: "Brother He, you love me so much!"

He saw He Shanhe took two steps forward with the same hands and feet, picked up the bowl on the table, and almost knocked off the chopsticks.

"Why is brother so nervous?" Tang Wuyang tilted his head, pretending not to understand.

He watched He Shanhe carefully hand the food to his mouth, and he felt a strange feeling of victory in his heart.

But Tang Wuyang let He Shanhe go without taking two bites.

After all, it was meant to tease this little wooden pile.

He really doesn't have the hobby of letting other insects feed, and he himself finds it weird.

"Oh, brother, where you sleep at night, you can just find an empty room. Don't go to the room before dinner. You can choose any other room. Anyway, no insects have lived there before."

Tang Wuyang thought for a while, and then deliberately added: "Of course, if brother wants to sleep with me, I'm always welcome."

His eyes are full of smiles.

"I obey."

……

Tang Wuyang woke up from his dream in the middle of the night.

He felt that his head was a little swollen and aching. He rested on the bed for a while, swallowed a painkiller, and waited for the headache to subside a little, then got out of bed and planned to pour himself a glass of hot water.

Those decent people in the world of cultivating immortals are really persistent.

He has changed the world, and he has never been spared in his dreams.

There were windows in the corridor, so Tang Wuyang didn't turn on the light, so he could see the surrounding environment clearly by the faint moonlight.

Tang Wuyang saw in a daze that the door of a room was slightly opened, and the dim light like gilt leaked out from the inside, and sprinkled on the luxurious carpet in the corridor, which was particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

The little wooden pile hasn't slept yet?

He rubbed his temples, leaned against the wall and squinted his eyes for a while, regained his energy, and then knocked on the door.

There was no response from the room.

Tang Wuyang woke up a little bit, he pushed open the door, and saw He Shanhe curled up on the bed with his eyes closed, his ears covered, and his face pale.

The lights in the entire room were turned on brightly, but he seemed to be trapped in a nightmare.

Tang Wuyang touched He Shanhe's back, and found that his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, covered in cold sweat.

"Brother He? Brother He! Wake up."

No response.

Tang Wuyang saw that he couldn't wake him up, so he sat directly beside the bed, and hugged He Shanhe together with the quilt into his arms.

"It's okay, Brother He. I'm here, it's okay."

He rested his head on He Shanhe's shoulder and comforted him in a low voice, regardless of whether He Shanhe could hear him in his sleep or not.

The female worm in her arms calmed down a little.

Tang Wuyang resisted his discomfort and waited for the female to wake up from the nightmare.

Sleeping so soundly, I really don't know when it will be secretly sold by other bugs.

He Shanhe woke up startled.

But he found that his whole body was wrapped in the quilt by the male boy and held in his arms.

The brain froze for a moment.

He moved tentatively, but found that he was wrapped tightly and could only maintain that position.

The male behind noticed it.

Tang Wuyang yawned and rubbed his eyes. He suppressed the rebellion in his head with spiritual energy, but his head didn't hurt anymore, and the drowsiness also came out, and the confusion of just waking up was added to his tone feel.

"Brother, do you want me to sleep with you? Why are you so clingy?"

The ending sound was a little fluttering, obviously really sleepy, but it scratched He Shanhe's heart like a feather.

Tang Wuyang yawned again.

It should be the effect of painkillers.

But he still managed to get up, went back to his room and put on some clothes, poured a cup of hot water for He Shanhe, and handed it to him.

"Brother, take it easy, it's okay."

"Don't be afraid, little clingy man, I'm with you."