small rivers and lakes

Su Yuhen, the notorious big devil, is now lying in his arms like a wronged child. Long Yunteng's face is expressionless, his body is motionless, but his muscles quietly tense up.

——This person is vicious and vicious, so we have to guard against him.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a chill in his chest, Long Yunteng lowered his head slightly, and found that Su Yuhen's tears had even wet his clothes.

He raised his hand to pinch Su Yuhen's chin, forcing him to raise his head, his sharp eyes fixed on this clear face with deep eyes.

Su Yuhen had tears in his eyes, looked at him blankly, and whispered: "Brother, why do you look at Huang'er like this?"

"……what's your name?"

"Brother!" Su Yuhen yelled, tears falling like broken beads, "Don't you know Huang'er?"

Long Yunteng pushed him away, moved his gaze indifferently, and looked out of the cave. The night wind pierced through the forest, bringing a swishing sound. The moon was already hidden behind the thick clouds, and the dark night sky was dark and dark. There is a night of rain about to fall.

"Brother..." Su Yu hated being pushed down by him suddenly, screamed, covered his head and curled up into a ball, moaning softly like a small animal in a trap, "Brother...it hurts..."

Long Yunteng stood at the entrance of the cave and sent out a signal, turned his head and looked at Su Yuhen coldly, walked back, knelt down on one knee, raised his right hand and pressed it on his head, poured out a trace of internal energy, and probed carefully.

"Ah...it hurts..." Su Yuhen suddenly cried out heart-piercingly, struggling to get up.

Long Yunteng held him tightly with his big hands, Su Yuhen couldn't move, his skinny body curled up on the ground, trembling, and a tragic cry escaped from his throat.

Suddenly his body writhed violently like a live fish, his whole body twitched, and he became motionless.

Long Yunteng let go of his hand, tried his index finger under his nose, and found that he passed out from the pain.His fingers moved lightly, brushing his cheeks that were as white as white, and the two tear stains were covered with dust, making him look very embarrassed.

He suddenly felt ironic, and laughed softly. This person is so strong that he can twist his head off with one hand, and when he closes his eyes, he is as vulnerable as a young child.

There were hurried footsteps outside the cave, Long Yunteng turned his head and saw a guard climbing up and knelt on one knee outside the cave: "City Lord."

Long Yunteng picked up Su Yuhen, put it in the guard's hands, grabbed the vines, and jumped down the cliff.

It was already late at night when we returned to the Hot Spring Villa, and the sound of thunderous hooves came. Long Yunteng took the lead. After galloping into the villa, he got off his horse and threw the reins to a guard.

Mr. Wei greeted him with a lantern.

Long Yunteng strode forward: "How about Wuyou?"

"Zhong Yi asked for a carriage in the evening, and took Young Master Le away..."

Long Yunteng stopped abruptly and turned to stare at him: "Going away?"

"Yes," Mr. Wei said softly, "Young Master Le has been in a coma, and Zhong Yi is very anxious. I heard that Granny Hairpin has deep internal energy, and she may have a way to heal her wounds."

Long Yunteng was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and said in a low voice, "Let's just go."

When the two entered the room, the heat was blowing towards them. Mr. Wei was afraid of the cold, and a brazier was set up in the room early. Long Yunteng took off his cloak and sat on the grand teacher's chair, his face sinking like water.

Mr. Wei handed the cloak to a maidservant, walked to his side, picked up the teapot and poured a cup, and handed it to Long Yunteng: "Master walked in the wind in the middle of the night, drink some hot tea to relieve the cold."

Long Yunteng took it and drank it all in one gulp. The hot tea entered his stomach, and he felt refreshed: "How about the Wuliang Pagoda?"

Mr. Wei: "The body of the old city lord has been buried. When will the lord announce this to the public?"

Long Yunteng said lightly: "The coffin should be temporarily parked in the cellar."

Mr. Wei understands that he intends to keep the funeral secret. Father and son of the Long family have always been at odds with each other. Killed with one palm.

At that time, Long Yunteng was still young, seeing his mother's tragic death with his own eyes, but he was powerless. After he finished his martial arts, he committed a crime of seizing power and imprisoned the old city lord in the Wuliang Pagoda.

This incident caused an uproar, but he was not a person who cared about principles and ethics. After seizing power, he even thought about murdering the old man to prevent future troubles. It was Mr. Wei who made the words to save the life of the old city lord. He did not expect such a thing to happen today. .

There was a sound of armor outside the door, and a guard was waiting outside: "City Lord, Su Yuhen has been brought back, what should we do?"

Mr. Wei was taken aback: "The Lord didn't kill that devil?"

"He's crazy." Long Yunteng said in a deep voice.

Mr. Wei pondered for a moment, and understood that with Long Yunteng's temper, he would not be willing to kill a lunatic who had no strength to restrain him. He said flatly: "If you don't take advantage of others, the Lord is really a great hero."

Long Yunteng laughed, and looked up at him: "You are mocking me."

"Your subordinate dare not," Mr. Wei rolled his eyes, pursed his thin lips and smiled faintly, "My lord has a kind heart, but that Su Yuhen is by no means a kind-hearted person. My lord believes that he is really crazy?"

Long Yunteng: "I probed his brain with internal force, and it's in chaos, it doesn't look like a fake."

Mr. Wei: "Then how does the Lord plan to deal with him?"

Long Yunteng was silent, and Su Yuhen's clear eyebrows suddenly flashed in his mind. He looked at himself with clear eyes, innocent and innocent. He was obviously a murderous devil, but his innocence made him unable to kill.

Mr. Wei looked at him with bright eyes, sighed silently, and said softly: "I understand."

After drinking a pot of hot tea, Long Yunteng went to the soup pool to take a bath. He was hit by Su Yuhen on the chest at the Taoyuan Inn before. Martial arts practitioners always have new wounds crushing old wounds, as long as they are carefully recuperated, there will be no serious problems.

The hot spring villa has dozens of large and small soup pools, each with different functions. After soaking for an hour, Long Yunteng recovered a little spirit, and walked out of the soup pool in his clothes.

Mr. Wei put on a cloak for him: "Su Yuhen has woken up and is crying a lot. Do you want to arrange a doctor to treat him?"

"En." Long Yunteng responded.

I don't know when it started to rain at night, Mr. Wei ordered a guard to invite the doctor, turned around and held an umbrella to lead Long Yunteng, and said softly: "Master, have you ever thought about it, if Su Yuhen continues to go crazy, you should How to deal with it?"

Long Yunteng said indifferently: "He is Wuyou's friend."

"But he was also the murderer of the old city lord after all," Mr. Wei said, "If this matter gets out, it may affect the lord's reputation."

"Why have I ever cared about my reputation?" Long Yunteng chuckled, "If he is sane, killing his father would be irreconcilable, but now he looks like a child, killing or not killing is meaningless."

Mr. Wei: "What does the lord mean, if one day he regains his sanity, the lord will still kill him for revenge?"

"Not bad." Long Yunteng took the umbrella from his hand and propped it on top of the two of them.

Mr. Wei rubbed his hands together with empty fingers, and couldn't help but chuckled. He was weak in stature, so he raised his arms vigorously to hit the paper umbrella on top of Long Yunteng's head. Long Yunteng was nine feet long and easily Loose enough to cover yourself under the umbrella.

The two walked to a secluded courtyard, and heard Su Yuhen's shrill cry from a distance. Mr. Wei said dumbfoundedly: "Who would have thought that the big devil full of evil would turn into a six-year-old child, and he just hugged him?" I cried and screamed."

Long Yunteng smiled: "God's will tricks people."

He pushed the door in, and his steps froze suddenly. What he saw was a clean bare back, which was covered with old marks over the years, but it was so white, so white that it was dazzling, as if it was carved from white jade. The big bed was writhing in pain, with a thin and flexible waist, round hips and long legs, like a white fish, jumping out of the water with a flash of white light, and rolled into the bright red brocade quilt.

Long Yunteng's eyes couldn't help but darken.

Mr. Wei's voice cooled down: "Where are his clothes?"

A guard knelt on one knee: "He seems to be in extreme pain, and he tore all his clothes to pieces..."

Long Yunteng glanced up and saw the shredded fabric under the bed, and said lightly: "You all go out."

Mr. Wei was slightly surprised, stunned for a moment, then chuckled again: "Yes." After saying that, he retreated with the guards, and closed the door silently.

Long Yunteng walked to the side of the bed, looked down at the man struggling in pain on the bed, his heartbeat seemed to speed up, he leaned over, grabbed Su Yuhen's bun, and forced him to raise his head.

Su Yuhen's face was full of tears, and he looked at him with tears in his eyes. The flickering candle in the room illuminated his clear eyes, as if he saw his dearest relatives, and burst into tears, "Brother...I hurt... ...It hurts...it hurts..."

Long Yunteng made a mistake, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face: "Where does it hurt?"

"Headache..." Su Yuhen pursed her lips, as if she had been greatly wronged, "Huang'er's head hurts...Brother...Huang'er wants to go home..."

Long Yunteng's heart skipped a beat: "Where is your home?"

"Home...home..." Su Yuhen blinked blankly, and suddenly screamed, "No...it hurts..." He covered his head with both hands and plunged into the quilt, his body twisted in pain .

Long Yunteng stared at him expressionlessly, only to see that his waist was not full, but his snowy buttocks were as round as fat, and the hips were billowing, which was too beautiful to behold.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help becoming irritable amidst his suppressed crying.