The beautiful god of war just wants to raise a dog [Quick Transmigration]

"Master, hurry up." After Yin Fuhan carried Song Shu into the house, Yan Ling closed the door to cut off the wind and snow outside, and followed anxiously, "How is it? Will the baby be lost? Will the leader be in danger?"

Yin Fuhan pursed his thin lips tightly, without saying a word, he just quickly unbuttoned his coat and stroked his pulse with his fingers.

Song Shu huddled in the man's arms and covered his lower abdomen, his true energy was rampant in the dantian, as if someone was punching and kicking inside, his body was shaking from the pain, and cold sweat dripped down.The jet-black sideburns were wet with sweat, sticking messily to the snow-white side face, presenting a feeling of frightening fragility.

Yin Fuhan wasn't panicking at first, but seeing Song Shu like this, his heart ached even more. Naturally, he had no patience with Yan Ling, so he told her to shut up immediately, and then quickly brought Shang Yue back.

Song Shu was tormented by true qi, so naturally someone had to sort it out for him, and it was definitely not enough to rely on him alone.

Shang Yue originally stayed in Guiyan Villa to help Yin Fuhan, so naturally he didn't know that Song Shu was in danger. When he saw the signal coming, Song Shu was lying in Yin Fuhan's arms like this, barely quiet because he was stuck in a sleeping hole down, but Xiuzhi's eyebrows were still tightly frowned, and her whole body was as pale as a piece of rice paper.

"Don't talk too much, do as I say." Yin Fuhan straightened Song Shu upright, put his hand on his back, his brows and eyes were full of sternness, "Hurry up!"

Shang Yue suppressed the urge to question, sat cross-legged in front of Song Shu, and sorted out Song Shu's internal strength according to Yin Fuhan's instructions.

Both of them are masters, and as soon as they approached, they sensed the surging true energy in Song Shu's body. Shang Yue thought he had suffered a serious internal injury, and his face became more serious, while Yin Fuhan knew that it was related to the pill. , Song Shu's skill will definitely improve greatly.But it also means that this period of time will be more dangerous, and today's situation must not happen a second time.

However, he roughly estimated that it would not take ten months to digest this internal force, and it would be over in three months at most.

The zhenqi was straightened out, and he obediently returned to Song Shu's dantian. Yin Fuhan touched his lower abdomen, it was really a little bulging, and he didn't know if it was a fake pregnancy or it was supported by zhenqi, it was too confusing.

"Now we can talk about what's going on." Shang Yue slapped his hand off and said coldly.

"Let Yan Ling explain to you." Yin Fuhan ignored him, untied Song Shu's acupuncture points, and gently massaged the center of his brows with his fingers. Not long after, the person in his arms opened his eyes.

"Didn't I say no hands are allowed? I almost had a miscarriage, do you know?"

Yin Fuhan threatened Song Shu with a stern face, Song Shu's eyelashes trembled, he subconsciously stroked his lower abdomen, and said softly after a long while, "I can't watch you being beaten to death by him."

"..." Yin Fuhan gritted his teeth, lowered his head and gnawed at his ear.

"Where's Jiang Yan?" Song Shu raised his body a little and asked.

"Master, do you still care about him?" Yan Ling suddenly became unhappy, and said angrily, "I poisoned him, he should be dead by now."

"Impossible." Song Shu just shook his head, "His eyesight has recovered, so he should be here soon."

Sure enough, not long after he finished speaking, there were hurried footsteps outside, and the expressions of several people in the room became tense instantly, and Shang Yue even rushed out with his sword in hand.

In order to prevent him from following up, Yan Ling did give Jiang Ji some time-delaying drugs, but even the poison of blindness was dispelled by his internal force, nothing else was worth mentioning, and he lost his mind at the moment, No one could stop him, he heard Yan Ling's words clearly, but he didn't have time to think about it, all he knew was that he wanted to see Song Shu immediately.

Don't... let him run away again.

When Jiang Yan broke into the door, he saw Song Shu sitting on the side of the couch watching him warily, holding a knife in his arms, curled up slightly, still pale with no blood at all, giving people a cold and alienated feeling , Just like the feeling that snow will melt in the air at any time.

This scene hurt Jiang Yan deeply, and the hostility all over his body dissipated in an instant, leaving only bruises, embarrassment, and embarrassment.

"You..." The man opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and indistinct.

"I can't give you the knife unless you kill me." Song Shu interrupted him coldly.

"I don't want...a knife, let me see you..."

He threw away the sword he gave him, and he wanted this knife, so why didn't he tell him directly.Jiang Yan didn't understand Song Shu's words, the thoughts in his mind quickly skipped, and then he took another step closer, wanting to hold him tightly in his arms.

The man's vision had just recovered, although his eyes were blurred, but his black eyes looked at him with deep and overflowing emotions. Song Shu felt that something was wrong, so he put the knife on his neck instead, "Don't come here, get out, I don't want to see you."

Jiang Yan's footsteps stopped as expected, and an indescribable sadness appeared on his handsome face. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and even his shoulders were shaking. It didn't look like he came to ask for the Luofeng Ghost Sword anyway.

Could it be that he didn't recognize him just now, that's why he...

Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief, the feeling of oppression in his heart finally dissipated a little.

"Did you hear that? Get out now!" Seeing that Jiang Yan had lost his aggression and lost his mind, Yan Ling immediately pushed him away, "Go, go! Our leader gave you a miscarriage, what should we do?"

Yin Fuhan, who had just been slapped flying, crawled back with his back: "..."

"What's the matter? She's about to cry and laugh at the same time. What kind of expression is this?"

Yan Ling drove Jiang Yan out, not forgetting how scumbag he was accusing him, while Yin Fuhan sat down by the couch and lightly picked Song Shu's chin.

Song Shu shook his head, put the knife in his arms aside, "...he can't see it, can he?"

"I don't know. He doesn't look like he's blind at all after chasing me, but..." Yin Fuhan hugged him on his lap, and straightened his sticky strands of hair, "He didn't ask me for a knife. , just ask me where you are."

Song Shu lowered his head and responded lightly.

The voices outside stopped, and Yan Ling walked in slowly, completely lost the fierceness before, "Master Jiang Hero...he refuses to leave."

"I don't want to see him."

"The subordinates have told him! I said you won't see him no matter how much he begs you, but..." She looked a little strange, "Hero Jiang knelt down outside..."

Yin Fuhan paused with his fingers along the hair, and raised his eyes to see the expression of the person in his arms. Song Shu was stunned for a moment, then frowned, and moved his thin lips as if he wanted to say something.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Yin Fuhan pinched his earlobe, feeling confused, "Isn't it baby, is your heart softening?"

"How could he be soft-hearted when he killed the leader like this?" Shang Yue, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, holding his sword and fisting at Song Shu, "Master, go down and drive him away."

Song Shu didn't make a sound, and waved his hand after a while, "...No, just let him go."

"When the time comes, I will leave."

……

It is already very cold in the north in November, not to mention that it has snowed heavily since yesterday. The midwinter snowflakes flew down from the dark sky, burying all the surrounding houses and trees, and the sky and the earth became the same color.

When Yin Fuhan came out of the house, he passed Jiang Yan, and his black brocade boots stepped into the snow. The man stopped, shook the snow, and smiled casually, "Hero Jiang looks honest, but I didn't expect him to be quite good at it." You can handle people's hearts."

Jiang Yan naturally ignored him, and Yin Fuhan didn't care, and continued to talk to himself, "Yin reminds you, it's right for you to kneel here and wait for him to soften your heart, but you hear something you don't want to hear at night, but don't worry about it." Hold back."

"After all, you also know that his subordinate has an unusual relationship with him, maybe much closer than your nominal husband... right?"

Noticing the clenched fist at the man's side, Yin Fuhan curled the corner of his mouth, and finally flew away.

fuck it.He didn't get permission to spend the night in Song Shu's room, so how could he make these two guys feel better.

Especially that dog who forced Shang Yue.Fuck his uncle.

The man has gold under his knees, and Jiang Yan knows that this move is not heroic.But if Song Shu can be forgiven, it doesn't matter if he kneels down in front of everyone in the world. Whoever makes him hurt the person he loves, and almost causes him... to have a miscarriage, no matter how much he hates himself It's all as it should be.Jiang Yan's heart throbbed violently from the moment he saw Song Shu. The treasure that should be cherished in his palm was so pale by him that he almost broke it... He wanted to kill himself Own.

It's just that he never thought that it would be such a torment.

The snow was very cold, but Jiang Yan could bear it completely. However, hearing him call another person's name at night, and hearing that person coax him to sleep over and over again, really made him feel like falling into an ice cave.The heart seemed to be cut open mercilessly by a sharp knife, and blood gushed out. He really wanted to rush in and kill that man, snatch him away, but he was afraid...afraid that Song Shu would put the knife on his neck again He stared at him, the thin white neck was often held in the palm of his hand and caressed with his lips and tongue, but now he would rather be killed than allow him to get any more hands.

Jiang Yan recalled the scene of him kissing each other on tiptoe that day, and understood that he was the outsider from the beginning to the end.

Early the next morning, Yin Fuhan came again. He was dumbfounded when he saw that he had knelt in the snow all night, and now his body was covered in snow, like an ice sculpture. He strode into the door and eagerly embraced his warm and soft Xiangyu.

"Come on, eat first and then drink the medicine." Yin Fuhan swept Song Shu into his arms, and then went to chase Shangyue away, "Change me, change me, why don't you stay cool, there happens to be a rival in love outside, It's your job to drive him away."

Song Shu stopped drinking the porridge, glanced out of the window, and then reached for the medicine bowl.

"Why is it so bitter today?" He took a sip sullenly, feeling aggrieved.

"Because you were injured." Yin Fuhan said helplessly, "You have to blame yourself."

"Don't blame the leader." Shang Yue said coldly.

"Okay, okay, blame me, okay, blame me."

The two did not get along, quarreling and even fighting were common occurrences, but today they were extraordinarily silent. When Song Shu was drinking the medicine, both of them looked at him. , Song Shu wiped it off by himself, and called out to Yan Ling.

"You...should have something to do? Don't stay here all the time, it's annoying." Song Shu saw off the guest ruthlessly, "You don't have to show up before sunset."

"..."

"Master, are you planning to...meet Hero Jiang?" Yan Ling understood what he was thinking, and after the two of them had finished walking, she came over and asked in a low voice.

Song Shu gathered his clothes and leaned on the couch, "I can't just let him kneel there."

"Then I asked Hero Jiang to come in?"

"……Um."

……

"You mean, you had this child before you married me?" Jiang Tingding looked at him with dark eyes, almost obsessed.

Song Shu nodded and didn't look at him.

He is actually not good at lying, but for some reason, Jiang Yan believed it easily, and a trace of annoyance flashed in the man's eyes, "Sorry, I didn't know... When you were in love with me, I still bullied you like that..."

"Does it hurt? Will giving birth to it hurt your body?"

Song Shu was stunned for a while, his ears turned red when he heard this, and it took him a while to realize, "It's none of your business."

"Why is it none of my business. As long as it's your child, it's my business."

"A lot of people said this, but I didn't agree, so what are you doing?"

"Because you are the wife I am marrying." Jiang Yan knelt on one knee by the couch, put his arms around his waist, and begged him with a humble gesture, "Don't drive me away, just let me stay." By your side to protect you, okay?"

Song Shu looked at him in silence for a long time, but the ice in his eyes never melted, "Hero Jiang, you don't have to do this. I know you like me, but you and I are not the same way. I don’t really appreciate what I have done, even if you are stunned by me today, just like what your master said, you will regret it one day, and it will be difficult for you to get out by then.”

Song Shu paused, not giving him a chance to refute, "Aren't you curious whose child this is? Guess."

Jiang Yan didn't want to guess this, saying any name would be like a sharp knife in his heart, but Song Shu wanted to provoke him. He denied Jiang Yan's guess and gave him the most humiliating answer: " Why don't you guess it's Lu Qingheng's? You should know about my recuperation in his room."

Jiang Yan was shocked, and the shock and pain in his eyes were calm.

"You said you can give me anything, Lu Qingheng can help me as an internal response in Guiyan Villa, are you willing? You only teach me to do things openly, and I don't want it."

"I'm going to snatch it, grab the Luofeng Ghost Saber in front of everyone, and embarrass the Central Plains martial arts."

These words were half-truth and half-false. In fact, Song Shu felt awkward listening to him, but looking at the bewildered face of the other party, he became more and more calm, "Jiang Yan, you still don't understand me."

The man opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, but he still stubbornly squeezed him tighter, then leaned over and kissed his fingertips, "No..."

Even if Song Shu said that he didn't understand, that he would regret it, but he was sure that he loved this person deeply, so he would stay by his side no matter what.

"You were just a tool for me to detoxify, and I have never had so many." Song Shu moved his fingers, and lowered his eyes to take a panoramic view of the man's expression, including the glint of water floating in the corner of his eyes.

"If you really want to stay, then stay, if you don't mind me treating you like a dog." He said softly.

……

Jiang Zhuan went out, and Yan Ling walked in after a while.She saw Song Shu looking out the window, her ears were bloodshot, "Master, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay." Song Shu took off the hand covering his face, rubbed his cheeks lightly, the expression in his eyes changed and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I just, said something outrageous."

……

So Jiang Yan stayed and took care of Song Shu's daily life with a few others, sharing his attention like competing for favor.

Yin and Shang naturally didn't want to see this result, but they couldn't beat Jiang Yan, so they began to play tricks in front of Song Shu. Due to the situation, he can't speak, so he is often the most unfavorable.Yan Ling looked anxious for him.

Song Shu would occasionally give him a hug, or secretly kiss him twice, but he couldn't be too sticky. Once he felt that he had crossed the line, he would push him away with hands and feet like a cat.He could only approach Song Shu softly again, hugging Song Shu's ankle to help him massage his calf, which was often sore and swollen due to "pregnancy", or send some true energy into his body, so that he could hug Song Shu again when he was comfortable. into his arms.

One afternoon, when no one else was around, Jiang Yan half squatted beside the bed, clasping his ankles and rubbing them leisurely. His hands were well-articulated, as thin as bamboo branches, and very beautiful.The force on the calf was even and comfortable, making Song Shu drowsy, but gradually, he felt something was wrong, because Jiang Yan was kissing his feet.

The scorching breath sprinkled on the toes, and his fingers felt the delicate and slender wrist bones and the white and delicate flesh. He kissed his instep carefully and densely.Jiang Yan went to suck that beautiful ankle again, leaving bright red hickey marks and tooth marks that spread all the way to his knees.

The kissed place was hot and itchy, Song Shu flinched like an electric shock, and glared at Jiang Yan with a blushing face.

"I heard that pregnant people are sensitive, you..." Jiang Yan grabbed his ankle, and his gaze drifted to somewhere calmly.

"I'm not sensitive, don't even think about it."

Song Shu propped himself up on the bed to hide, but Jiang Yan came over and swooped in with his long arms, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Struggling and not being able to move, there is no one around, the man's chest is broad and strong, enclosing him like a cage, and he can only hear nonsense in his ears:

"Ma'am...you can't always let them take advantage of you, I'm so jealous that I'm going crazy." Jiang Yan rarely begged him softly, so he looked very pitiful, "Give me a bite too, okay?"

"No."

Besides, how could he let them take advantage of this?nonsense.

"lady……"

It is impossible not to be sensitive if you are sensitive. After being licked against the base of the ear a few times, Song Shu moaned and limp into a ball, scolding him in a low voice for being shameless.

"Just have a taste, don't bully you."

The other party lifted the hem of his clothes, and Song Shu grabbed his hand in a panic, his fingertips trembling, "In a moment... Lu Qingheng is coming."

Jiang Yan's eyes turned cold, he held his wrist calmly, and gently moved it away, "Then let's go to the table, shall we?"

Before Song Shu could react, he was hugged and placed on the armchair behind the desk. The wide robe was more concealed than the hem of the skirt, and with the space under the desk, it could completely hide another person.

He opened his mouth in surprise, he never thought that Jiang Yan would do such a thing, but the other party had already started to make trouble, Song Shu's waist softened, so he couldn't push him hard, and sat alone At a loss, he actually picked up the writing brush next to him, grabbed a book and began to copy it.

——Life and death are countless kalpas, and greed is the root.The sage's joy of liberation is rooted in freedom from desire.

It's terrible, why did I take a Buddhist scripture...

Humid and warm, it is a long-lost touch and experience, and it is completely invisible, so it is even more exciting.Song Shu's hands were shaking, and his yao was so weak that he could hardly sit still. Just as he was about to say something, footsteps came from far and near in the corridor, and he heard Lu Qingheng call him loudly, "Sister!"

The brush fell to the ground with a "click", it turned out that the man suddenly sucked it hard.