I have special high-cold skills

His eyelashes trembled, but he couldn't witness the development of the next incident. His eyes went dark and he fell into a coma.

So hot……

I don't know if it's because the temperature consciousness of the whole body returned or because I woke up to feel the heat. In short, Fu Sheng woke up.

When he just woke up, his mind was still in a state of confusion, and he opened his eyes in a daze. He seemed to be lying on a bed with a brazier placed beside the bed for warmth. The room was very warm, and a snow-white figure stood in front of the window beside him.Fu Sheng pressed his temples, his head was dizzy, as if he had a fever, and he felt a little uncomfortable, but it was not that he had never been injured, his flesh rotted, and he vomited blood, so he didn't take this discomfort to heart.

Hearing the movement, Bai Ying moved, looked over, and the quiet words in the quiet space were very clear: "Do you still feel cold?"

Fusheng's vision finally recovered belatedly, and he didn't care about the sluggishness of his five senses. Fusheng nodded, and his voice was slightly hoarse because he just woke up: "Well. It's a bit hot." When he was about to get out of bed and lift the quilt, But he was so cold that he couldn't help shivering.Only then did I realize that the quilt covering my body was actually a thick winter quilt.

Fusheng, who has no tendency to self-abuse and is lazy, retracted his feet and nestled under the quilt again.Putting my hands on top of the brazier next to me, I rubbed my fingers to keep warm, and muttered, "Isn't this in the warm spring sun? It looks like it's winter."

Hongjun said: "Chunri is indeed right."

"Then why..." He got stuck in the middle of speaking, and then Fu Sheng remembered that he was so afraid of the cold because of the weird double poison, so he stopped being silly and silent.

He secretly glanced at Hongjun.Daozu always looked calm and indifferent at all times, and the flustered expression on the other side's memory became more and more blurred.At this time, the other party just stood casually in front of the window and looked out of the window without knowing what he was looking at.

It has been a long time since they have been in the same room so quietly, Fu Sheng is inevitably a little restrained and a little dazed.He was half-sitting and leaning against the head of the bed, with thick dark black hair winding down, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, the blue veins under his morbidly pale skin were very obvious.

For Hongjun who came to rescue him who was about to die, Fusheng is inevitably grateful, but this matter is indeed a bit embarrassing, not to mention that the two of them are in a relationship before, they are strangers, when encountering such a thing, Fusheng It's also hard to be calm.It's just that if possible, Fusheng certainly hopes that the person who comes to rescue him is a stranger.

After hesitating for a long time, Fu Sheng opened his mouth and said, "Where is Qing Shi?"

Hongjun looked away from the window and glanced at him, then said lightly, "Let's go."

Fu Sheng was stunned for a moment, a little suspicious, but didn't investigate further.After a long while, he choked out a sentence: "Thank you for this matter. I owe you a favor."

Hongjun hadn't been looking at him for a long time, but said calmly: "Yes."

Um?Just one um—?Fu Sheng was taken aback, not knowing why he was disappointed, so the topic ended here.Hongjun is not a talkative person at all, Fusheng has an inexplicable guilty conscience and is too embarrassed to chat casually.

It is not easy for Hongjun to initiate a topic, and it is usually not a trivial matter for the other party to initiate the conversation.

"There is a strong cold in your body, which seems to hinder the circulation of spiritual energy." Hongjun said.

Fu Sheng naturally knew what it was, what happened, and how to solve it.He glanced at Hongjun, and there was no objection on his expression, so he knew that the other party didn't know about the poison problem.Fusheng didn't want to let Hongjun know, but just asked: "After that day...how many days is this?"

Hongjun said, "You only slept for one night."

Fu Sheng asked again: "Where is this?"

Hongjun was silent for a while and said: "The woods outside the city."

Fusheng pondered for a while, and finally made up his mind to lift the quilt, and the cold air instantly poured in along the joints of the skin and clothes.Hongjun's expression moved slightly, and he stepped forward to put on him a thick black cloak trimmed with snow-white fluffy fur at the neckline.Fu Sheng thanked him politely, stretched out his hand to tie the cloak tightly and wrapped it tightly.

"You want to go out?" Hongjun asked.

"Well, if you don't move around, I'm afraid it will rust."

Fu Sheng only felt that his limbs were weak, the medicine was really powerful, how could he find a man with profound skills to help him detoxify within three days?Even if he found it, how could Fusheng's extremely proud temperament endure such forced submission?To put it bluntly, it is unwillingness and arrogance.Although Hongjun met the requirements, Fusheng was even more reluctant to open his mouth to beg.

Soon the first day would be over, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Fu Sheng never felt that he was not afraid of death.It's just that there are some things that I would rather die than say, and some things that I would rather die than do.This is not to say that it is better to bend than to bend.Just an attachment.Although he can't take death as home, he also has his own bottom line and persistence.

Since there are still a few more days, why bother to look sour.What's more, it can't be worse than the ordinary people before.

The fist in the cloak was clenched, but it hung down weakly.Fu Sheng sighed indistinctly.

How can he be willing?

Men are born with admiration and longing for power, and Fusheng is no exception.Who doesn't want to lie drunk on the lap of a beauty, wake up and take power in the world?So what about people, what about demons, and demons are no exception!

In this life, he has a deep foothold, commanding many different beast cultivators in the prehistoric world, except for the Dao ancestor and the devil ancestor, he is the third person in the prehistoric world!

normal heart.normal heart?

And how can we easily achieve normality?

Thinking of this, the ease and comfort that he had pretended to be at first vanished between his brows, the blood-red demonic eyes were cloudy and cloudy, and when his back was facing Hongjun, there was a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of bright red blood was coughed out. A few drops splashed on the fur collar, blood remained on Fu Sheng's pale lips, and he still felt sorry for the cloak.

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Chapter 52

Hongjun pushed him away, wiped the blood on his lower lip with his hand, and lowered his eyes slightly: "Since I'm not feeling well, I'm going to rest and don't go out." Fusheng raised his hand and pushed his hand away, and said casually: " No problem."

"The cloak is warm," he said.

Hongjun frowned and pointed to wipe off the blood stains on the fur collar with a cleanser, and then fussed him up again.

When Fusheng walked out of this bedroom, he saw a pleasant courtyard in front of him. What was surprising was that there were many flowers and plants in this courtyard that Fusheng had seen before, full of aura in the wilderness.Can't help but look back at Hongjun who is following behind: "This...?"

"This courtyard is a useless spirit treasure I brought from Honghuang. I didn't want to, but it came in handy." Hongjun looked indifferent.

Just now, Fusheng was still wondering where the small forest outside the city could find a courtyard for them to live temporarily, but after listening to Hongjun's explanation, he finally figured it out.

The temperature outside the house was not as low as expected. Although Fu Sheng was afraid of the cold at this time, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.It's just that his body is no longer as light as before, and he can't help but feel a little stuffy.Walking is good for the body, Fusheng may not have had morning exercise for a long time.

Hongjun said behind him: "I have already communicated with the Heavenly Dao here, and it won't be long before we can return to the wilderness."

Fusheng gave a "hmm", and walked forward for a while, feeling strange. Turning his head, he just made eye contact with the "little thief" who had just exposed his head and raised his legs on the courtyard wall, trying to turn inside.The little thief fell down from the top dumbfounded and let out a short "ah".I don't know if I was hurt or frightened.

A clear and clear inquiry unique to teenagers came across the wall: "Hey, why did you fall in?"

The boy who fell to the ground stood up with his waist supported, and still yelled "Ouch, Ouch" in pain: "Hurry up, hurry up, come in, I'm hitting a ghost! My father! Give me two at a time!"

Two male ghosts watching from beginning to end: "..."

"Tsk." A small impatient voice came from the other side of the wall, and a thin figure easily turned over, looked at the honey-skinned boy holding his waist, then looked at Fusheng and Hongjun.He was stunned and cupped his hands: "I'm sorry, the two of us live near here. Yesterday I heard that... a separate courtyard has been built here. I came here out of curiosity. I really bother you! Let's go now!" So he hurriedly pulled the boy who was still rubbing his waist away with a ghostly expression on his face.

Fu Sheng was already bored, and the two just got together, so he deliberately teased them.

Although he has a very beautiful face, his pale skin after being enchanted by the poison has become a little paler, but the color of his lips may be related to the fact that he has just been stained with blood, but he is a little flushed. "Ghost" feeling, Fu Sheng deliberately elongated his tone in coordination, and said in a light and light voice: "Since you are here, why not stay." People with red eyes are rare, and at this time such dark red eyes are inlaid in white. On the frightening face, the corners of the lips curled up, like a ghost in a storybook.Out of the corner of his eyes, Hongjun, who was dressed in white and had silver hair and silver eyes full of immortality, felt that he was a big failure here.But it can be used as a mobile refrigeration and air conditioner for the two children.

The skinny boy just trembled when he heard such devilish words, and the honey-colored boy trembled three times with his mouth trembling like a chaff sieve: "Big lord, please spare me! My meat doesn't taste good! Oh, I'm so ugly! The skin doesn’t look good!!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the skinny young man gave him a hard look and almost put a "stupid" sign on his head: "You are the one who wants to see you so scared that you pee your pants!"

The honey-skinned boy stopped listening to him: "Hey? Blame me? Isn't it curious that you came here by yourself?! And I didn't pee my pants in fright!"

Such a living treasure is interesting, Fusheng turned his head to Hongjun and said: "It's quite cute, why don't you stay and play for a few days?"

The two teenagers bickered with great joy, and when they heard Fu Sheng say that, they seemed to be choked