original intention

In the warm and cold early spring, there is still a heater in the room, mixed with the fragrance of aloe water, which makes people feel warm and comfortable. A Fu dragged the boy to this gorgeous and exquisite dormitory, and threw him on the ground. The young man's icy and cold body seemed unable to absorb the layers of profuse warmth. The blood flowed out from his hands and feet, spreading a little bit on the delicate brocade carpet, which seemed sticky but not sticky. The body seemed to be used to the constant pain of dull numbness, and it seemed that someone was talking in his ears.

"Ash, what's the point of wanting such a half-dead person?" It was Ah Fu's voice just now.I saw him kneeling beside the couch, looking at the young boy on the couch with a face full of innocence and flattery, his eyes were as nimble and coquettish as a kitten.

The Ah Jin in Ah Fu's mouth is Nan Jin, the young palace master of Qingxuan Palace, who was the young man in white clothes before, staring at the young man with mottled scars on the ground, his expression was unclear, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

He didn't hear a response, but the young man seemed to be able to feel the almost inaudible sigh of Ah Jin, and he thought hard in his heart, could it be that this little devil has some way to torture people?

Ah Fu couldn't hear the answer, but saw his master's two eyelashes lightly closed, covering his eyes full of brilliance. He didn't know what he was thinking, so he couldn't help kicking the boy, complaining: "This can't be dead already!" Right? I'll throw him out right now." After saying that, he was about to pick up the boy on the ground.

"Ah Fu, don't be naughty, just go down, I will deal with him." Ah Jin's tone became cold, calm and majestic, not as harmless as a child just now, nor as violent as a murderer, but the platform made people feel uncomfortable. Daring to disobey, his beautiful and delicate face was covered with a little darkness, so A Fu shrank cautiously, not daring to be presumptuous anymore, so he had to leave resentfully.

The person who was half-lying on the short plantain couch, his cut eyes fell on the ground, his slender and delicate eyebrows frowned, and his slender and powerful hands rubbed the center of his brows, as if thinking deeply and planning, and his eyelashes fell again. She covered it lightly, blocking her thoughts somewhat.

He got up suddenly, grabbed a green porcelain bottle on the crystal low table, and rushed to the side of the person who was asleep but couldn't hide the pain on the ground like the wind, twisted his wrists and ankles, and spread the ointment little by little.

As soon as the scar was touched, there was a heart-rending pain, and the pain caused the person on the ground to suddenly open his eyes, but only a few days ago, there were only strong hatred and unwillingness in the eyes, mixed with inexplicable helplessness. Weeping, I still don't know why I was arrested here, why I suffered such humiliation.The young man hated him so much, but he had no power whatsoever. He was disheartened and wished to die.

The young man beside him sneered, "It's not easy to die, what a fool."

The young man who scolded was shocked, his face was still stained with blood, remembering the teachings of his father and master since he was a child, how can a man be so easy to despise himself and demean himself when he was bleeding and sweating, so he looked at the person in front of him with a bit of fear and loathing , He said bitterly, "Where is this?"

"My bedroom." Nan Jin replied very naturally.

"Which sect is this place?" Obviously he was injured internally and externally, and almost collapsed, but he still gritted his teeth secretly, pretending to be calm and speaking word by word.

"Qingxuan Palace, the demon sect that everyone in the world can get and punish."

"Then... why did you arrest me?" Sure enough, it was the Devil's Cult!The pain all over his body made it extremely difficult to say simple words, and he grinned.

"It may be that my father was bored for a while and grabbed a plaything. The Palace Master of the Devil's Cult has no principles and morals in his actions." For some reason, Nan Jin, who has always been silent and seldom, couldn't help but want to say a few more words

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The injured boy was once again deeply wounded in the heart and lungs. The Demon Cult is the Demon Cult. They torture people so confidently. No wonder they were able to crush several of their subordinates to death with one hand just now. People don't know how to insult such a person.

After wiping the last wound, the young man smiled with relief.

"Okay, let me ask you instead, what's your name?"

"No...no comment..." He turned his head and ignored it.

The young man was not annoyed, he pressed his slender fingers on his wrist, his nails as thin as onion wings scraped across the wound, as if he had used a little force, the person on the painful ground immediately trembled convulsively.A perverse, demonic smile appeared on his feminine and pretty face, and the pain of the people on the ground seemed to have succeeded in pleasing him.

The boy on the ground hated him extremely again, what a little demon from the Demon Cult.But he remembered what Ah Fu said to Aunt Deng just now, and asked unconsciously, "Then why did you spare my life?".Obviously, he didn't have any good impression of the person who saved his life in front of him, and he was full of vigilance.

When Nan Jin heard this question, he was taken aback for a moment, but did not answer, and put on a hostile face and asked gloomily: "Since I have saved you, why don't you tell me your What is the last name? Is this the attitude towards the savior?"

The young man on the ground couldn't help but contempt for a while, what kind of savior is this? He is clearly a difficult demon, and his mind is not a pedantic person. If he doesn't suffer any more, tell him, tell him, anyway, it's his first time in the world In Jianghu, no one knows me, and I don't pretend to be false: "I, Su Qingran, now I am deeply trapped in the devil's religion, with all my hands and feet useless, and my mere name is not worth mentioning."

A playfulness flashed across the face of the little evil spirit, and he thought: This man is so unintimidating, his accent seems to be from the south of the Yangtze River, but his self-cultivation seems to come from a decent martial arts family, it is really interesting.

But he said: "Actually, I saved you just like my father. On a whim, the people in our demon sect naturally behave in the same way."

Su Qingran was angry again.

The little demon turned around, leaned into the plantain couch in a soft and weak manner, and said solemnly: "My name is Nan Jin, as you can see, I am the little devil here, and you will also call me when you see me in the future." Let me say, Young Palace Master, when you recover from your injuries, follow Ah Fu."

However, Su Qingran quickly thought about it in his heart. In front of this moody person, he must be a companion like a tiger. He doesn't know when he will lose his life. It's not that he is afraid of death, but it's just that he lost it so unclearly. Not being wronged, he tried to refuse: "I'm useless now, and I don't know how to serve others. What's the use of keeping me, why don't you let me go to Aunt Deng's place."

Nan Jin frowned when he heard this, and said displeasedly, "What are you doing there?" He glanced at Su Qingran for no reason, and sneered, "Be honest, you still can't escape from Qingxuan Palace." .”

After all, he didn't continue to dwell on this topic, and said lazily: "It's up to you."

After finishing speaking, with a wave of his bare hand, the silver lamp was extinguished, and it swept away on the bed like the wind.

Suddenly the light was lost, Su Qingran didn't know what to do in a daze, although the heater in the dormitory radiated heat, mixed with incense, and the room was warm and comfortable, but he encountered a sudden change in his life within a few days, learned a little Ten years of kung fu was completely destroyed overnight, and the scars on his body were mottled. At this moment, he suddenly felt like a hole in the ice all over his body. It's just a violent response from people.

After all, he is just a young man who has just entered the rivers and lakes, and he can't help but think of his father and mother who are loved by everyone at home, and also think of the Pingting girl who has only seen one side in the misty rain...

Nan Jin inside the soft bed brocade quilt was very powerful, listening intently to the man on the ground sighing and panting, he didn't know how to find a place to rest, could it be that he still wanted to sit on the carpet in his bedroom for one night?Then I remembered that this person had intertwined internal and external injuries at this moment, and he was not good at walking, and his face in the dark couldn't help but look ugly.

Thinking about his body shape, he moved accordingly, flashed out of the bed like a gust of wind, grabbed Su Qingran, and put him on the plantain couch with just enough force, moved the soft goose feather blanket on one side to cover Su Qing Ran body, said with an unnatural tone: "Rest first."