Vicious female supporting role, gender male

"It's okay." Jiang Wuqi stood up, gently brushed off the dust on his body, then bowed his head and said, "I'll let the poor one repay you for the two things you gave the poor one."

"That's what I owe you." Feng Rugui looked up at Jiang Wuqi. Jiang Wuqi's body was covered with a layer of orange-red glow, his expression was compassionate, his eyes were solemn, just like the Daluo God who saved all sentient beings. Is he just one of those who are in urgent need of Purdue?Low as dust.

He didn't know why he suddenly felt a little lost, but there was a smile on his face: "I'll give you a carload of Deluo some other day, so why don't you let me drink some more blood?"

Before the words fell to the ground, Jiang Wuqi suddenly grabbed his hands, his heart hit his chest heavily, and his feet stood on the spot, unable to move for a moment.

He saw that his wrist was supported by Jiang Wuqi's fingertips, and then he was forced to turn it over, exposing a pair of scarred palms.

Jiang Wuqi looked at his palm carefully, frowning slightly between his brows, and pursed his lips tightly.

Is it because Jiang Wuqi looks like this because he sympathizes with him?

"What's there to see?" Feng Rugui chuckled, then withdrew his hand and put it behind his back.

Feng Rugui's palms didn't even have a piece of intact flesh, but were full of deep or shallow scars, so the palm lines were messed up, and although the scars that were broken by his ten fingers just now no longer ooze blood, they were still bright red. That said, Feng Ru attributed to the habit of using the flesh and blood in the palm of his hand to relieve his addiction.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Feng Rugui's hands trembling invisibly, he couldn't help but turn behind Feng Rugui, grabbed those hands again, and looked at his wrists.

Feng Rugui was caught off guard, Jiang Wuqi put his hands between his fingers, and because his hands were backwards, he seemed to be imprisoned in Jiang Wuqi's hands.

If Jiang Wuqi wants to see it, let him have a good time.

Feng Rugui was thinking this way, but unexpectedly, in the next moment, a piece of his clothes was lifted up.

With the red sleeves off, there was no way to hide Feng Rugui's forearm. There were also a few scars on the forearm, but it was much better than the palm.

Jiang Wuqi lifted up the sleeves of his clothes again, gradually revealing Feng Rugui's elbows and upper arms, until his round shoulders.

Feng Rugui's heart was beating like a drum, and with all his strength, he pulled his right hand out of Jiang Wuqi's hand, turned around, and said coldly, "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Wuqi had no evil thoughts in his heart, but Feng Rugui who caught his eyes had a displeased expression, was it because he offended him unintentionally?But I just wanted to take a look at Feng Rugui's arm out of concern.

A thought suddenly popped up in his mind: If Feng Rugui is really a woman, what he did just now is clearly contemptuous of Feng Rugui, and he should be married to Feng Rugui by three matchmakers and six hired as his wife, but it is obvious that Feng Rugui Gui is not a woman, but she likes to wear red clothes, so she can dress up and apply makeup and powder.

He thought about it for a while, and explained frankly: "Pindao does not intend to offend, but wants to know how strong your addiction is, and how many scars you have on your arms."

"Don't you want to know how many scars I have on my body?" Feng Rugui blurted out, feeling as if he was inviting Jiang Wuqi to take off his clothes.

He knew in his heart that he had said something wrong, but Jiang Wuqi said lightly, "I really want to know how many scars you have on your body, but you and I just met by chance, so it's inconvenient for you to be naked in front of me."

But he guessed Jiang Wuqi for no reason, so Feng Rugui simply took off the red clothes in front of Jiang Wuqi. It is now sunset, and the fire clouds are burning in the sky. As soon as his skin leaks out, it will be covered with a layer of paint. Layers of warm orange light.

He pretended to be calm, and let Jiang Wuqi look at his skin one by one, but the sound of his heartbeat was so piercing that it wanted to break his eardrums.

He never took off his clothes in front of others. When he was the second son, he realized that he had cut off his sleeves, and he was not yet tempted by men. He drowned in the lake and lost his life. After becoming Feng Rugui, he suffered from that addiction The desire to eat flesh and blood, almost never stepping out of the ghost mountain, naturally can't find a man who suits her.

But now under the admiration of the world, he was naked and his thoughts were floating, but the Jiang Wuqi in front of him was neatly dressed and looked solemn.

Jiang Wuqi looked at Feng Rugui carefully, leaned over and picked up the red dress that was lying on the ground, and put it on for Feng Rugui.

Feng Rugui put on the red clothes, covering up the scars of being naked in front of people for the first time, then put on a belt, pulled out the golden step rock on his head, and combed the bun with his fingertips.

The tassels of the golden step shaker were extremely long, when they were inserted into the bun, they reached to the tips of his ears, now that the golden step shaker was being held by his fingertips, the golden tassels jingled, as crisp as if the rippling river water hit the inlays. Like the bluestone on the river bed.

He combed his hair bun properly, and with a movement of his fingers, the golden step rocker returned to his hair bun, and the gold bracelet on his wrist accidentally collided with the golden step rocker, and they all reflected a streak on his face golden light.

He suddenly felt pain in his eyes, closed his eyes, and said: "Most of the scars on my body are on my arms, and less on my heart, waist, abdomen, and legs. You should know that I am a thousand-year-old evil spirit. It's not painful, and it's not fatal."

Feng Rugui is indeed a thousand-year-old evil spirit, and his ability to recover his body is very good. Therefore, Jiang Wuqi has no way of judging the condition of his almost flat scar at the beginning, maybe it was a bloody mess.

Jiang Wuqi couldn't help but asked, "Is it really not painful?"

"It really doesn't hurt." Feng Rugui looked up at the Huoshaoyun that was slowly disappearing, and said calmly, "Master, why don't you use your kindness elsewhere? For example, the weird creature you saw today, how about that?" Living things are definitely not born to look like that, obviously they were killed by people."

Hearing Feng Rugui calling himself the Taoist priest, Jiang Wuqi knew that Feng Rugui didn't want to talk to him anymore.

He opened his mouth to answer Feng Rugui's question just now: "If you send Pindao a carload of money, Pindao will let you drink more blood."

Jiang Wuqi is not a person who cares about what he wears, nor is he a fool, he will definitely not fail to hear the teasing meaning when he asked the question, did he reply like this because he felt that he made him unhappy, so he said it according to his own heart?

He is really a gentleman, magnanimous and tolerant, and it is a great fortune to have his Miss Liu.

Feng Rugui sighed, looked sideways at Jiang Wuqi, smiled and said, "Jiang Wuqi, let's go back to the city, if we stay in this mass grave, I'm afraid I'm going to get addicted again."

Feng Rugui's fatal addiction has no pattern to follow, but it's really not appropriate to stay in a mass grave full of food for a long time.