Ordinary People's Guide to Survival

The thick hot juice splashed on the feet and soaked the shoes and socks. The unique bitterness of the herbal medicine evaporated and filled the whole space in a short while. Being in it, people were also contaminated a lot.

The bitter air enters the lungs with the breath, flows into the blood, and even the heart can't feel the slightest sweetness.

"Hug, sorry..."

Xingjian didn't seem to expect that things would develop like this, subconsciously squatted down to pick up the debris on the ground, white and tender fingertips were stained with black juice, contrasting the shocking beauty.

"Get up quickly, if it's broken, it's broken, don't pick it up." Qianshou Zhujian was stunned for a moment, then bent down to help the person on the ground.

Xingjian hung his head, his long hair slid down from both sides of his cheeks, covering the prying eyes of outsiders like a waterfall, he didn't get up, just squatted on the ground and curled himself up into a small ball, talking to himself .

"I didn't do it on purpose...It's so strange, why did Hashirama do such a thing to hurt himself...For me? But why? It's not a relative, not a reason, why would someone be willing to hurt himself for others..."

The pupils of Qianshou who had been standing silently by the side shrank, and a flash of lightning quickly flashed across his mind, suddenly realizing the weirdness that he had ignored all this time—Xing saw him and didn't understand anything at all.

He doesn't understand that those overly intimate actions can only be done between husband and wife, and he also doesn't understand what the person in front of him thinks about him.

He doesn't know love. Love doesn't know joy. So he can lie on the same bed with his brother as Madara's fiancée, and he can also openly reveal his body in front of others.

Because those things seemed to him as normal as eating and drinking water, he didn't realize that there was anything wrong with it.

The eyes of Qianshoufan suddenly brightened surprisingly.

Senshou Bashirama knew that Xingjian's body was very fragile, he wanted to pull him up, but the young man avoided his hand, Hashirama was at a loss for words, but he didn't dare to force it, so he could only hesitate for a while.

Seeing this in Feijian's eyes, the evil fire that had been half-suppressed with great difficulty rushed straight to his forehead again.

Brother has always been careless, if he hadn't put it on the tip of his heart, since when did he treat someone so carefully?

Just think that if it wasn't for Ban Jie's relatives, these two people would be husband and wife now, and there would never be a place for him here...

The crimson eyes were so red with blood at this moment, Qianshou Feijian strode forward, forcibly inserted between the two people who were squatting and standing, he was not as scrupled as Hashirama, he forcefully pulled the person from the ground, "stand up!"

Xingjian was dragged into a hard and warm chest, and he stood up suddenly, his eyes turned black and his legs felt weak. He raised his head, glared at the culprit, and happened to lower his head and wanted to say something.

The moment his lips and teeth met, Feijian suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The soft and warm touch is sweet and delicious that I have never touched before. It is just like its own master. Once it is touched, it can only sink. The thick eyelashes of the young man are close at hand, and every time it is stirred, you can feel the subtle The air brushed his nostrils.

So close, so close that there was only his reflection in the boy's eyes.

Since everyone is deceiving this man, why can't he?

Indulging in the softness and sweetness in the door, no teacher can grasp the piece of soft meat with his teeth and taste it carefully. He stretched out his hand, one of which countered the struggling arm of the young man behind him, and the other covered his clear and lingering eyes. The anger did not show the slightest bit of lust, and then deepened the kiss.

He tossed and turned, and was gradually no longer satisfied with such casual tastes. The tip of his tongue was forceful but gentle to open the cracks, chasing the sweetness that the other party kept dodging, as if swearing sovereignty, and took the opportunity to clean up the damp, hot and soft interior. net.

The hot and fragrant breath lingered between his lips and teeth. The indescribable beauty made Qianshou Feijian gradually forget everything around him. He wanted to embed the person in front of him into his body and sink into it forever.

The domineering without leaving any gaps made the young man's pale face glow with two touches of blush. The extremely gorgeous colors outlined the delicate and cold eyebrows and eyes, creating a soul-stirring and extreme amorous feelings.

As if he couldn't bear such a strong treatment, the young man struggled violently, and a grievous moan leaked from the corners of his lips, which was a little more muffled than usual, and instantly rose hotly.

"Well……"

The crooning seemed to break some kind of confinement, and the air began to flow again. The next moment, someone overturned the door of the Thousand Hands, and the body involuntarily hit the stove.

For a moment, the entire space was filled with the sound of ping-pong-pong objects falling to the ground.

Senshou Zhuma didn't care about the door that was smashed into a pile of debris, he leaned over, held the boy's hot face, rubbed the corners of his lips with his fingertips, and wiped away the silver thread that was too late to swallow. .

His eyes were fixed on the ravaged lips that had turned bright red, and finally he couldn't help it, and his fingers ran over hard.

"...Hashirama, I hurt." The boy was obediently held in the arms of the tall man, and let him do what he did with his eyes full of dependence. An ignorant kitten sheltered by a wolf.

As long as he wanted, he could swallow this pure white lamb anytime.

No matter how innocent and bright Qianshouzhujian is, he is also the leader of Qianshou. He walked through the flames of war in blood, and his being upright does not mean that he has no dark side, and this person can easily stir up the deepest desire in his heart.

Qianshou Zhujian turned a deaf ear to it, feeling the warmth and moisture with his fingertips, until the young man struggled dissatisfiedly, and then he relaxed slightly.

He lowered his eyes, pressed the rolling embarrassment and filth back to the bottom of his heart, and turned his back to Feijian, "Feijian, do you know what you are doing?"

As soon as I said it, I realized that my voice was hoarse.

Hashirama's blow was too strong. Although he didn't use Chakra, Toizama didn't get up for a long time. Sharp fragments pierced into his body, and blood flowed out from the wound. Wisps of blood lingered in the bitter taste in the air. An indescribable atmosphere is formed, which makes people feel irritable and at the same time fall into deep bewilderment.

"Brother, I..."

The word "Sorry" rolled on the tip of his tongue, but he was unwilling to spit it out. Qianshou Feijian got up from the mess on the ground in embarrassment, fixedly glanced at the young man who was glaring at him, and chose to escape from here again.

After that, everything seemed to be business as usual.

Qianshou Feijian is still the cold and rational second-in-command of Qianshou who can clean up the mess for his elder brother at any time, and Qianshou Zhujian is still the hearty and free-spirited patriarch of Qianshou who embraces his younger brother's edges and corners.

Nothing has changed, yet everything has changed.

Qianshou Feijian hasn't been to that small courtyard for a long time, and hasn't seen that person again for a long time. When he was on a mission, he saw that the medicinal material he wanted would be bought, but after paying the bill, he realized that it was no longer necessary, so he threw it into the Ashes fell into the medicinal materials that had been piled up in a cupboard.

Senshou Zhujian still ran out whenever he had free time, but he often hugged the boy in a daze, and began to subconsciously avoid making some too intimate movements.

The situation on the entire continent will not become better or worse because of a certain person's emotions. As the power struggle of the Uchiha clan has become fierce, many ninja clans, large and small, have also been implicated. The somewhat stable situation just now has changed again. Gotta get nervous.

As a family comparable to the Uchiha, Senju received more and more employments. In order to reduce the casualty rate of the clan, the patriarch Senju Hashirama often went out in person, and Senju Himama sat in the clan.

Senshou Zhujian was about to perform a mission with an undecided return date. Before leaving, he looked at his younger brother's increasingly indifferent face and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to order something. Out of selfishness, he finally swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Feijian watched his brother leave, and he didn't go back to work at his desk until the other party couldn't see him.

Higama was very busy when Hashirama was there, so busy that he subconsciously avoided the conversation between the brothers; when Hashirama was away, Higama was even busier, so busy that he cut off any excuse to see that person.

This busy work lasted for several days, and when he walked out of the room rubbing his sore shoulders, he realized that the moon was hanging high and the sky was filled with stars, which looked like the man's eyes like autumn water.

He blankly deleted the words that flashed through his mind, and walked straight to the bedroom.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the few remaining leaves on the tree swirled and floated down from the air, and the footsteps paused and stopped.

In this weather, that person will be too cold to sleep.

Would you like to take a look?

Just take a look, look at it quietly and then come back.

Then go check it out.

Thinking of this, Qianshou Feijian turned to the outside of the clan and walked out of the gate. His footsteps became faster and faster, and finally he ran quickly.

Once an excuse is found, the longing comes like a flood, and it can no longer be stopped.

Familiar with the door between the doors and over the wall, Xingjian's room was dark.

He seemed to have slept well, and he was relieved and at the same time a little disappointed.

Standing in the yard for a long time, until the autumn frost covered his shoulders, he stepped up and was about to leave. Suddenly, there was a "bang" in the silent yard.

It came from Xingjian's room.

Without even thinking about it, he hurriedly opened the door and entered.

The moonlight illuminated the dim interior through the door, and the young man was turning his head to look at the unexpected visitor, with annoyance that had not dissipated on his face, and a copper heater was rolling under his feet.

Apparently it was the sound of the stove knocking over.

"Why are you here?" Unexpectedly, there was no obvious rejection on the boy's face when they met this time, and his attitude was much more friendly.

While he breathed a sigh of relief, his heart unconsciously jumped up.

"I'm here to see you." The stern young man said concisely, his ears under the white hair turned red before he knew it, he pulled the young man aside to avoid being burned by the splashed embers, and rolled up his sleeves to pack it up.

"Why are you so careless?" the white-haired young man asked, with imperceptible caution in his tone.

"I was careful, but I still knocked it over." The young man complained with frowning brows, and his soft ending was slightly upturned, which stirred people's heartstrings in the dead of night, "This thing will be cold in the middle of the night, I will When it was too cold, I wanted to add some carbon into it, but accidentally overturned it.”

He seemed to feel that he was being bullied by the heater, and he was indignant, "It's so bulky, and it's super troublesome to add carbon, which makes me fall over every time, and I can't sleep well. I miss Hashirama."

There was a pause between the doors wiping the floor, "Since brother left?"

The boy nodded, "It's too cold to sleep without adding carbon, and it will turn over when adding carbon, and when you wake up in the morning, your body is covered with carbon dust."

In other words, after the stove was turned over, he actually just made it through the night?

He imagined the picture of the cat-faced teenager huddled in a corner because of grievances. It was both distressing and funny, "...Why don't you clean it up, just wipe it down a little, it's better than sleeping in carbon ash."

Why didn't he try to clean up?

It's just that it's okay for Xingjian not to do anything, but it will be even worse if he does.Once a bucket was overturned, and the whole house was covered with mud. If Hashirama hadn't come back by chance, he would have gone out to find another place to rest.

Feijian: "...you were born to be served by others."

Xingjian raised his chin proudly, "It was supposed to be."

I have never seen a life so crippled that one can still be justified.

Feijian couldn't help laughing.

When the room was tidy again, Tobuma knew it was time to leave.

However, a pair of feet were firmly fixed in place, and they couldn't move forward no matter what.

Looking at the young man who had long shrunk into the quilt with only a pair of eyes exposed, he asked mysteriously, "Do you need to warm the quilt?"

Then he saw the boy's autumn-like eyes suddenly light up.

It wasn't until Qianshou Feijian got into a ball of softness that he came back to his senses.The scent of the medicine floated into his nostrils, and when he got close, he could even smell the very faint freshness of grass and trees on the boy's body. The person he had been thinking about day and night was in his arms, and he didn't know where to put his hands for a while.

In order to divert attention, he asked: "...Are you not angry with me?"

Xingmi wrinkled his nose, took out a white hand from under the quilt, pointed at his light-colored lips, and complained: "You made my mouth swollen for several days, and I can't even drink hot porridge, Hashirama Still rubbing hard, it’s too bad for you!”

The white-haired young man's eyes darkened, and he put his hands on his slender waist, slowly tightening them.

The young man didn't realize it yet, and continued to say: "I was really angry at first, but Zhujian said that you didn't have any malicious intentions, and that you worked hard to find a lot of the medicine I drank, so I'm not angry." gone."

big brother...

Qianshou tightened his arms between the doors, his firm chest pressed against the other's soft and tender skin without leaving any gaps, and his voice was low, "Go to sleep..."

The boy sighed contentedly, rubbed his cheek against the warm skin, closed his eyes obediently, and fell asleep quickly.

After this night, it seemed that some kind of confinement had been opened. After the head of the Qianshou family, the second head of the Qianshou family also started to run out whenever they had time.

Hashirama took a very long time for this mission. Hoshimi sat on the porch basking in the sun with a warm teacup, and asked the man sitting next to him handling official business: "When will Hashirama come back?"

As soon as the hand writing on the leaf was pressed hard, the tip of the pen drew a long mark on the paper, "...do you miss him?"

"That's right." Xing Jian nodded as a matter of course, "I haven't come back after such a long time, I'm a little worried about his safety."

Tokaima expressed no expression, "Don't worry, there are very few people in this world who can hurt big brother."

"Of course I know that Hashirama is very strong, but powerful people in this world don't necessarily live long. Hashirama often ignores the complexity of people's hearts because of his strength. I'm really worried that he will be tricked."

Turning his gaze to the white-haired young man, Xingjian said, "If you were with me, I wouldn't be so worried."

There was another scratch on the fresh paper.

Feijian simply put away the pen and asked seriously: "Do you think I can protect elder brother's safety?"

"Haven't you always been like this?" Xingjian asked back: "Hashirama used powerful force to frighten demons and monsters, and rushed forward all the way. You used a strong mind to strengthen your own strength and stabilize your foundation." He sighed: "One article and one weapon, great!"

His eyes flickered, "You really think so?"

"Oh, why are you so wordy today? Of course it's true, there's nothing to lie about!"

"No, I didn't want to question your meaning." The white-haired young man pressed his fist to his lips, covering the uncontrollably upturned corners of his lips, but the joy in his eyes couldn't be stopped, "I mean, never No one has ever said anything like that to me...I'm glad."

Senshou Feijian is the leader of the younger generation in the ninja world, but it is not enough to be seen in front of his own brother. People appreciate him but they will not compare him with his elder brother. Of course, with the pride of Senshou Feijian, he does not disdain others Review it.

It's just that he is very happy to be affirmed by the person in front of him.

The always shrewd and rational Tomagama turned out to be as stupid as Hashirama, is it because of being praised?

I have been under the light of my brother for a long time, even Tomona wants to get everyone's approval, right?

Xingjian Dingding looked at the smirking young man in front of him, and suddenly said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Huh?" Tomama was surprised.

"Actually, you don't need to be sad. Hashirama and Madara's strength comes from their blood, and they are destined to stand on top of the world from birth."

Bai Nen's fingers compared, "Ordinary people's talent is ten, and their talent is ninety. You must have spent countless times more effort than others to stand beside Hashirama and not let him block your own light." .”

"You must have had a hard time this year...Hey, let me go!"

Instead of letting go, the white-haired young man hugged him even harder. His chin was resting on the young man's thin shoulder, and his crimson eyes were soft, "You..." How can one be willing to let go.

Qianshou Feijian was unwilling to let go, he wanted to be with this person forever, put it in his pocket during the day, and hold him in his arms at night, he didn't want to part for a moment.

So when Hashirama finally completed the task and pushed open the door under the moonlight, Tomona calmly tucked the quilt for Hoshimi and walked out calmly.

Under the cold moonlight, the two brothers stood facing each other.

Tobima has always followed behind his elder brother, from childhood to adulthood, his elder brother's dream is his dream, even if he knows it is naive and naive, he will still spare no effort to help him realize it.

He has never asked for anything. The first time he made a request was because of one person.

"Brother, I..." Under the clear moonlight, Feijian avoided the transparent and obscure eyes on the opposite side, and closed his eyes fiercely, "I like him...I love him..."

People's feelings are so wonderful. If he had brought the boy home at that time, the so-called love would gradually subside after the strong throbbing, or it would be transformed into another kind of more gentle and long-lasting feeling.

But no if.

It was the first time he fell in love with someone, the first time he experienced such a hot feeling that melted everything, the first time he seriously put another person into his life plan... Then he was caught off guard, everything happened before it even started. it's over.

So this person became a cinnabar mole in his heart that could never be erased, and the brewing love became more mellow and fragrant as time passed.

When they meet again, it will be unstoppable like a volcanic eruption.

Even with a heavy burden of guilt, he doesn't want to let go.

He took a deep breath, turned his head to look directly at the other party, and selfishly asked his brother who had been tolerant of him to withdraw from the competition, "Sorry...I want to be with him."

Hashirama left.

He didn't say anything, but showed everything with his actions.

It wasn't until the figure completely disappeared, as if he couldn't hold it any longer, he squatted on the ground slowly, covering his face like that, letting the night frost fall all over his shoulders and hair, until the sky turned pale, he bent his back and dragged his hair Numb legs walked into the house.

Hashirama accepted the task and left the clan the next day.

Hashirama kept accepting and handing in quests over and over again, rarely stayed at home for more than three days, and less and less visited that person in the yard, and Tobima replaced him as Hoshimi's new human-shaped stove.

The two brothers seem to have some kind of unspoken tacit understanding, silently cooperating with each other.

The longer I spend with Xingjian, the more I greedily want more from the boy.

Looking at the person nestled in his arms obediently, he suddenly teased him maliciously, "You asked me to help warm the bed, what reward do you want to give me?"

The young man was surprised, "Hey, do you still want to be rewarded?" The delicate brows frowned, the young man thought for a while, and seemed to think it made sense, "Then what reward do you want?"

The corners of the slightly cool lips curled up, "Can I do anything?"

Xing Jian glanced at the pure and strong power of faith that was constantly coming out of Fei Jian's chest, and was repairing his body, and nodded without hesitation, "You are so good, of course you can do anything."

All the attention of Qianshoubanjian was on the person in front of him, so he naturally noticed his gaze. He lowered his head and looked at his chest in doubt, "What are you looking at?"

Xing Jian's eyes wandered, and he licked his lips nervously, "Cough, it's nothing... You haven't said what you want yet?"

The lips that have been moisturized are bright red, and there is still some moisture left on them. The small and lovely tip of the tongue sticks out from time to time, as if inviting people to dance together, full of indescribable amorous feelings.

The eyes of Qianshou's eyes gradually darkened, and the flashing doubts had long been lost, and the last sliver of reason left made him ask the question that was pressing in his heart, "If the eldest brother asks you for a reward, what is it?" Is everything okay?"

Xing Jian nodded without hesitation, "Of course."

The thousand-handed door suddenly pressed the person under him, his eyes were obscure, and under the dim light, the crimson seemed to have turned into a bloody and ferocious one who chose to devour others. Even though he knew the answer in his heart, he still asked masochistically. : "...Where's Madara?"

The heavy weight on his body made Xing Jian uncomfortable, he pushed the man dissatisfied, "You are pressing me, get off quickly."

That refusal was nothing more than a tickle for Qianshou Feijian, and the white-haired young man stubbornly asked for an answer, "Where's Madara?"

"Go down!" Xingjian pushed the person on him hard, and replied casually: "Madara is very good to me, he can give him whatever he wants as long as I have..." He said.

Before he could finish speaking, Xingjian's slender wrist was pressed hard over his head, and a large shadow approached him.

"What are you doing? Let go of me, I'm very uncomfortable!"

"Receive the reward." The white-haired young man's crimson eyes were full of unbearable desire and jealousy, his hot breath gushed on the white jade-like earlobes, and his voice was hoarse and deep, "Don't you say anything?"

He bit his earlobe carefully, until the young man's body trembled like an electric shock, he smiled with satisfaction, then followed the beautiful and smooth jawline all the way up, and finally grabbed the light red lips, tough yet gentle and straight Drive in.

After many days, I tasted the taste of yearning and daydreaming again. I sighed contentedly from the corners of my lips, and the crystals that I didn't have time to swallow slipped down the delicate chin of the person under me.

The lips and teeth fit together so closely that when they were separated, they were reluctant to part with each other, sending out a clear boo, and an ambiguous and ambiguous atmosphere burst out with this light sound, enveloping the two of them tightly.

"The door, the door..." The young man gasped, his cold eyes were filled with an unknowing aura, which made people's index fingers twitch, "Don't... I'm uncomfortable..."

Qianshou raised his limp arms around his neck, and smiled lowly, with indescribable malice, "Why, you regretted it so quickly? You little liar."

He stared firmly into the young man's eyes, and in the Wang Liuli there was only his figure in the thousand-shouldered door, as if such a young man's heart couldn't accommodate anything else.

"But... I'm really uncomfortable..." The young man's trembling ending voice was filled with tears, and Bai Yu's cheeks were dyed an astonishingly bright red.

The white-haired young man stared at him for a moment, unwilling to let go of a slight change in the young man. He lowered his head and raised his delicate chin, and pressed a deep kiss between the bright red lips, putting his protest back between his lips and teeth, "It's okay Yes, be good, okay..."

"But……"

As soon as the tip of his tongue was heavy, the boy's resistance became indistinct, and the hands that pushed him down suddenly went limp, allowing the controller to do what he wanted.

Satisfaction flashed in the crimson eyes of Qianshou, and he was waiting for the next move, but he tasted the strong smell of rust on his lips and teeth.

This is……

He froze, and raised his head in disbelief, only to see that the young man who was still immersed in desire just now was no longer a person, blood was oozing from the corner of his bright red mouth, and the fiery body under his hands became cold at an astonishing speed.

"Xing, don't scare me when Xing sees you... What happened!?"

The boy's body leaned softly in his arms, his eyes were closed tightly, and he turned a deaf ear to the call of the white-haired youth.

Qian Shoufei was at a loss for a moment, and quickly returned to his senses, and soon discovered something strange.The boy was cold all over, so the heat felt by his palms on his back was very conspicuous.

After confirming that Xing Jian just lost consciousness temporarily and nothing serious happened, Qian Shou Fei breathed a sigh of relief, gently rolled over the young man's back, and Mi Yan who suddenly broke into his eyes brought back the fading hot atmosphere in an instant.

On the snow-white jade back, there is a cluster of extremely gorgeous flowers blooming, winding down from the round shoulders along the smooth and beautiful spine lines, and the delicate shoulder blades are hidden in it, like two butterflies fluttering in the flowers , tempting people to touch and capture.

The wine-red petals are blooming brightly, and the color fades layer by layer from the inside to the outside, and the outermost layer blends with the snow-white skin, and the layers of richness bloom on the Haoxue cream, just like flowers falling into the snow, It is also like snow dotted with flowers, the extreme color contrast sets off the extreme coquettishness, and outlines the enchanting and charming breath of the devil.

Qianshou caressed up the leaf as if in a daze. I don't know if it was his illusion. The moment his fingertips touched Mi Yan, the petals seemed to stretch a lot.

No, not an illusion.

This flower is really alive!

Unconsciously, the fingers ran over forcefully, and even in a coma, Xingjian's body trembled violently as if electrified, and a low moan escaped from between his lips and teeth.

The flowers bloomed brighter in an instant.

Qianshou's door seemed to be scalded, and he suddenly looked away. For the sake of Xingjian's body, he forced himself not to look at the enchanting flower.

When Xingjian woke up the next day, he asked about it.

Hoshimi thought for a while and said: "That flower? I don't know what happened. One day it suddenly appeared on my back. Madara wanted to use ninjutsu to change my skin at that time, which was scary. But I think it's okay, it doesn't seem to be doing me any harm."

Covering his forehead between the doors, he said in a deep voice, "Don't mention spots in front of me in the future."

"Why... Well, if you are not happy, then don't mention it." Thinking of the grievances between Senju and the Uchiha family, Hoshimi realized the truth and changed his words quite considerately.

Although Xingjian said so, but as a researcher with a great spirit of exploration, how could Qianshou Feijian turn a blind eye to this mysterious creature.

Yes, he thought it was a kind of creature living on Xingjian. For the sake of Xingjian's safety, of course, the more he knew about this kind of thing, the better.

He searched a large number of ancient books and scrolls, and finally found the name of this flower—Snowfall.

A beautiful flower, not the creature he thought it was at first.

So what exactly is this stuff?

Just when Thousand Hands had no idea, the Uzumaki family, who is good at sealing techniques, came to visit. Seeing the several sealing scrolls that the Uzumaki patriarch took out as a reward, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

seal?

That's right, what if the enchanting flower on Xing Jian's body is a seal.

So what does it seal?

Qian Shou Fei Jian's mind was never a decoration, but in an instant, he had a faint guess in his mind.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and that night he bullied the boy to the point of crying.He didn't let go of the boy's reaction, and he also witnessed the whole process of the flower blooming.

At the beginning, the pale pink petals were completely closed on the beautiful white back. When Xing Jian's body became hotter and hotter, his emotions gradually became higher, and the falling slush began to bloom slowly.

The color of the pale pink petals deepens and gradually approaches wine red, and the layers of petals bloom one after another. The flower clusters that originally only entangled around the butterfly bone began to grow, and gradually became complicated on the entire back, and the power of demagoguery became stronger and stronger. come stronger.

Gently brushing the fingertips, the enchanting flower would actually follow the finger, and I would be fascinated by it before I knew it...

"The door..."

With a voice of pain, the young man suddenly pulled Qianshou Feijian back to the human world. At some point, Xingjian began to vomit blood non-stop. Large patches of redness burned people's eyes, and the smell of blood blocked people's nostrils.

There were even cracks on Xingjian's body to varying degrees, and his whole body was rapidly cracking like a dried clay sculpture.

"Yes, sorry..."

Qianshou Feijian slapped himself hard, not daring to delay at all, he took someone to find his brother.

Hashirama once said that when he saw Hoshimi for the first time, the boy's body was in a state of collapse, and he gave blood to him with the mentality of trying it out, but he didn't expect it to be effective, and that's what happened later .

Senshou Zhuma happened to be at home, so he understood without saying anything when he saw such a situation.

He quickly cut through the skin and brought it to the young man's lips, and saw that the man who had just fallen into a coma was like a kitten smelling dried fish, hugging that wrist and sucking it hard. Swallowing it into his throat along with the bright red blood between the pillars , Xingjian body chapped symptoms significantly reduced.

The wounds in the column had always healed quickly, but this time there was no sign of recovery from the beginning to the end.

After the unconscious person was settled, the two brothers sat under the eaves, and Hashirama asked with an ugly expression: "Why did Xingjian's body suddenly collapse, and what did you do to him?"

Feijian pursed her thin lips, avoided the question, and said to herself: "I know the reason why Xingjian's body will collapse."

Without waiting for Zhu Jian to speak, he explained, "Xingjian has a demonic flower on his back..."

Hashirama looked over suddenly, his eyes burning.

"you know too!?"

He lost his voice, then lowered his eyes to cover the rolling sourness and unwillingness in his eyes, he took a deep breath, and spoke again when his emotions calmed down.

This time it was much cooler.

"That flower is essentially a seal, which seals Xingjian's emotions, or desires."

Xingjian's emotional ups and downs have not been great, and he has always been at a safe threshold.

This was only realized after Tomama became aware of the effect of falling slush.

If Xingjian is calm and calm, he will be fine, but once he gets too excited, his emotions or desires exceed the safe threshold, the slush on his back will open, and his body will feel uncomfortable at this time. When the flowers bloom to the fullest, his body will collapse.

So Xing Jian is very easy to coax, because even if he is angry, he only breathes lightly, and his emotions will not fluctuate very strongly.

"... Xing Jian is so smart and transparent, no matter what matters, he has his own unique insights, but he doesn't know anything about love. He is so slow to be intimate with others. I guess it has something to do with the seal of falling snow mud."

Qianshou squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, his face was expressionless, and the shadow of the eaves fell, making the young man extremely cold, "People's emotions are the most difficult to control. As the factor that can most arouse desire, the seal directly eliminates the ability of the stars to see their lover. So he will subconsciously ignore things related to love. "

As for why desire should be sealed?Who issued this seal?

No one knew, even the parties were confused.

Tobima had selfish motives, and brought him back to the two of them's home before Hoshimi woke up, and did not let him meet Hashirama.

Since then, although Qianshou Feijian still teased the boy in his arms, he didn't dare to go too far.

One night, when he came back from work, the young man had already fallen asleep, and quickly slipped into the bed, the young man's delicate nose sniffed a few times before rolling skillfully into his arms.

Admiring the young man's side face in the moonlight, as if he couldn't get enough of it, he kissed it unconsciously.

The sleeping boy was disturbed, he hummed dissatisfiedly twice, and was about to struggle to wake up, he approached the white jade-like ear and comforted him in a warm voice: "Hey, it's me, go to sleep."

The boy's exquisite brows gradually opened, and he smiled lightly and kissed him again. This time the boy didn't wake up, and he opened his lips to kiss him. His cute appearance can make people's hearts soften into a puddle of water.

In the silent and dark room, the water stains kept ringing, which could make the listeners blush, but successfully angered the people who had just arrived outside the door.

The door was kicked open with a loud bang, Qianshou reacted very quickly, the moment the door panel fell to the ground, he hugged the person in his arms and jumped away, but he was fast, but the uninvited guest was even faster.

"Thousands of hands, you are courting death!"

Every strand of Uchiha Madara's unruly hair was expressing anger, his eyes were scarlet, and huge waves were brewing in them, as if he was about to destroy everything in front of him with the force of destroying heaven and earth in the next moment, he looked at the Thousand Hands Gate For a while, his expression was fierce and tyrannical, as if he could rush up and tear it to pieces at any time.

Of course, he did too.

Not everyone can bear Uchiha Madara's anger. Most people will turn into fly ash just by meeting each other.

After dodging another blow, Qianshou Feijian was about to jump away from the spot when a fierce wind came from the side. He dodged sideways again, but his arms were loosened. At the same time, he was kicked by someone. kick fly.

The powerful force wrapped the body and slammed straight back. After the thousand-handed door penetrated two walls, it rolled a few times on the open space before barely stopping the body. Most of his chest cavity collapsed.

The huge movement spread far away in the silent night. People with sharp ears and eyes realized that a battle was taking place here. The civilians quickly hid themselves and did not dare to let out the atmosphere. Not far away, there was a light on the Thousand-Handed Clan. Someone is rushing over.

Uchiha Madara didn't even look at the insignificant cunning villain, he grabbed Hoshimi's neck, his scarlet eyes locked on the powerless prey, and in his eyes were the monstrous anger of being betrayed and the deep wound hidden Pain, "Do you want to die?"

Strong suffocation clenched his throat, Xing Jian couldn't breathe, his face gradually turned red, and he wanted to push Madara away, but that little movement was just a tickle for the other party.

Uchiha Madara snorted lightly, and the slender neck in his palm would break with just a slight fold. He slowly tightened his strength, but he still couldn't make a move.

Conceived in the eyes of a rebellious and arrogant man