Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Jiang Wuqi saw that Feng Rugui had lost his apologetic expression and returned to his usual appearance, the fingertips that lay between his brows could not help but slipped to the corners of his lips.

His mind was full of the near-death situation that Feng Rugui was covered in hoarfrost, the back of his hands was dripping with blood, curled up into a ball, he immediately became afraid, his palms felt a little cold, and beads of sweat began to secrete after a while.

If he had come later, would Xu Fengru be a dead body now?

Feng Rugui was stunned when Jiang Wuqi pressed the corners of his lips, then he deliberately poked out the tip of his tongue, licked Jiang Wuqi's fingertips, and said with a narrow smile, "Master Dao, are the corners of my lips soft? What is Daoist Master's intention?"

Jiang Wuqi was teased by Feng Rugui, and he suddenly came back to his senses. He immediately withdrew his hand, looked at Feng Rugui's smiling eyes, and uncontrollably reached out and pulled Feng Rugui into his arms, as if to confirm Feng Rugui Rugui's body was still warm.

Feng Rugui's body temperature was a little lower than that of ordinary people, but as soon as that body was in his arms, Jiang Wuqi suddenly felt scorching hot, as if he was hugging a ball of flames.

Feng Rugui didn't know what Jiang Wuqi wanted to do, so he didn't struggle. His hands were hanging on his sides, but after a while, he tentatively climbed onto Jiang Wuqi's back.

After a while, Jiang Wuqi suddenly felt something was wrong, and quickly let go of Feng Rugui, apologizing: "I offended you."

Feng Rugui didn't care about Jiang Wuqi, he just asked, "Jiang Wuqi, wipe my arm for me."

"Okay, wait a minute." Jiang Wuqi moved a stool and put it beside the bed, and went out to bring a basin of water, and put it on it.

He soaked the clean veil in clear water, wrung it half dry, and then pulled the skirt of Feng Rugui's right hand to his shoulder.

After Feng Rugui struggled a while ago, her hair was sticking to her cheeks indiscriminately, her clothes were disheveled, and the skirts were wide open, revealing the white skin around her heart, and the belt around her waist was also loose.

He half clenched his fists, supported the back of his head, leaned his upper arms on the soft pillow, looked at Jiang Wuqi, and asked lazily, "Jiang Wuqi, why did you hug me just now?"

Jiang Wuqi said frankly: "The poor Taoist is really afraid..."

"Are you afraid that I will die?" Feng Rugui stared at Jiang Wuqi with burning eyes, "Jiang Wuqi, are you afraid that I will die?"

"Pindao really doesn't want to see you die." After Jiang Wuqi wiped Feng Rugui's arm, he tore off another piece of clothes.

"Whether I die or not, what does it have to do with you?" Feng Rugui grabbed Jiang Wuqi's hand, and kneaded it for a while, then he heard Jiang Wuqi answer: "Whether you die or not, it's up to nature and the poor." It has something to do with it."

Feng Rugui said Shi Ran authentically, "I am an evil spirit who has practiced for thousands of years. I have always done many evil things, and I like to dress up as a woman. I am a heresy in this world. I will not allow it in the world. If I die, I should celebrate it with my forehead and hands. How can you do it?" Can't bear to let me die?"

Jiang Wuqi said softly: "You know that you have done a lot of evil, but Pindao has never seen you do evil things. As for your preference to dress up as a woman, it is just your own private matter, and it has not disturbed others. Neither Pindao nor others have the right to say so. accusations."

In the world, everyone lives under the eyes of the world, controlled by the world, and people say that it is so fearful. When he was the second son, his father was afraid that his habit of breaking sleeves would one day be the world's As far as I know, he was forced to death only after ruining his reputation.

If his father could act as Jiang Wuqi thought, wouldn't he die innocently?

But if he didn't die innocently, how could he meet Jiang Wuqi in front of him?

At the end, Feng Rugui sighed: "What the Taoist priest said is really true."

Jiang Wuqi didn't notice that Feng Rugui's eyes had dimmed, he stood up, and was about to pour out the basin of water, but before he could pick up the copper basin, Feng Rugui caught a large piece of his clothes .

Feng Rugui pulled extremely hard, his knuckles turned white, causing Jiang Wuqi to lean down, and asked softly, "What happened?"

Feng Rugui took the opportunity to grab Jiang Wuqi's forearm, raised his foot and flipped him over on the bed, and then straddled Jiang Wuqi's waist, covering him up.

Jiang Wuqi was caught off guard, as soon as Feng Rugui pressed on him, he was about to stretch out his hand to push, but Feng Rugui sensed his intention, and immediately whispered in his ear, "Jiang Wuqi, let me hug her for a while."

Jiang Wuqi saw that there was steam in Feng Rugui's eyes, and there was a hint of begging in his tone, his heart softened, and he simply let Feng Rugui go.

Feng Rugui buried his face in Jiang Wuqi's heart, slipped his hands into the narrow gap between Jiang Wuqi's back and the bed, and hugged Jiang Wuqi's lower back.

Jiang Wuqi thought that Feng Rugui was also very afraid of his queen, and he treated him so intimately in order to seek comfort, so he caressed Feng Rugui's back and said, "Feng Rugui, Pindao doesn't want you to die."

Feng Rugui didn't know how to respond to Jiang Wuqi's kindness, and after a long silence, Fang asked, "Jiang Wuqi, why did you come in?"

"Pindao smells blood." Jiang Wuqi said pitifully, "Why do you have to suffer by yourself?"

"I'm used to it, I'm used to it." Before Feng Rugui's words fell, Jiang Wuqi said solemnly: "You should change this habit earlier."

"I'm afraid I can't change it." More than a year ago, he became Feng Rugui. Since then, he has suffered almost every day. Sometimes, the pain can pass in just a moment, and sometimes, it can't be relieved for a whole day and night. He was so forced that he lost all his sanity, either desperately biting his own flesh and blood, or wantonly hunting and killing the living creatures in the ghost mountain.

This purgatory life has been too long, is he used to it, or maybe he is numb?