Vicious female supporting role, gender male

The young man treated the wound for Jiang Wuqi, knowing that the medicine he had in hand could not stop the bleeding, so he turned around and went to dispense the medicine.

Jiang Wuqi saw that Feng Rugui's brows and eyes were filled with unresolved sorrow and regret, and he did not want to weaken his words, so he struggled to sit up, and panting lowly: "Feng Rugui, get down .”

Feng Rugui lowered his body according to his words, and in the next moment, Jiang Wuqi hugged his back, and two lips fell from his forehead.

Jiang Wuqi caressed Feng Rugui's back, and said softly, "It's really not your fault."

Jiang Wuqi was not good at words, he didn't know how to explain Feng Rugui, he could only turn it over and over again to understand that it was not Feng Rugui's fault, but as far as Feng Rugui was concerned, Jiang Wuqi's clumsy consolation was much better than the consolation of the lotus flower.

Feng Rugui knew that Jiang Wuqi's kisses were just to coax him, and he didn't know when, whenever he was depressed, Jiang Wuqi would kiss his forehead as a comfort.

Jiang Wuqi, who was hugging him, was not naked, and the body temperature was directly pressed against his body. Feng Rugui's cheeks were flushed, and his heart was bumping endlessly in his chest, like a small boat heaving and falling in the turbulent waves. Looking at Jiang Wuqi's face, his eyes were still lowered, his thick eyelashes trembling, but the corner of his eyes accidentally touched the thing under Jiang Wuqi's body.

He hastily closed his eyes, but his mind was full of the situation just now, and then he suddenly felt his body burning shamelessly.

"Are you alright?" Jiang Wuqi noticed that Feng Rugui was unusual, his throat was already badly hurt, even though he was gradually numb to the pain, it was inevitable that he would become hoarse due to overuse.

Jiang Wuqi's voice pierced Feng Rugui's heart bit by bit like thorns, and the fond thoughts just now disappeared. He raised his eyes slightly and met Jiang Wuqi's eyes. Jiang Wuqi's face was as pale as paper, but his expression was as His eyes were very gentle.

It was this tenderness that made Qi Nian revive, he stretched out his hands recklessly, hooked Jiang Wuqi's shoulders from behind, and said in an insatiable way: "Kiss me one more time."

"Okay." Jiang Wuqi kissed Feng Rugui's forehead again, but he heard Feng Rugui say: "Go down a bit."

"Go down?" Jiang Wuqi went down slightly, and kissed Feng Rugui's forehead.

Feng Rugui knew that he had gone too far, so he didn't make any more demands. He let go of Jiang Wuqi's shoulders, put on a smile again, and said in relief, "As you said, it's not my fault."

Jiang Wuqi didn't appreciate the perfunctory in Feng Rugui's words, he was relieved and lay down on the bed again.

With a sigh of relief, Jiang Wuqi passed out immediately. After all, he was a mortal body. After losing so much blood and speaking so many words, he had already exhausted his strength.

Feng Rugui stood in front of Jiang Wuqi's bed, subconsciously stretched out his hand to caress the hair that Jiang Wuqi had tied for him, rubbed his back, kissed his forehead and the center of his brows that Jiang Wuqi had embraced, and finally, unexpectedly, he leaned over and covered Jiang Wuqi like a ghost. lips.

The four lips pressed together lightly, and Feng Rugui was so nervous that his internal organs almost jumped out of his throat. He staggered and took two steps back before he stood still.

His exposed face, ears, neck, collarbone, and hands seemed to be dyed from the red clothes in an instant, and they were all so red that they could bleed.

He had never kissed anyone before, even though it was not a kiss just now, it was the first time his lips touched another person's lips.

Jiang Wuqi's lip color was originally much lighter than his, and after losing blood, it became even paler, but in Feng Rugui's eyes, Jiang Wuqi's lip shape and lip color were all to his liking, and she was silently urging him to kiss again. one time.

Feng Rugui couldn't resist the temptation, so he kissed him again. After kissing for a while, the tip of his tongue pierced the slit of his lips, and then impatiently licked Jiang Wuqi's slit, wanting to get into the slit and mess with it.

Afraid of waking Jiang Wuqi up, he reluctantly moved away from Jiang Wuqi's lips, only then did he realize that his hands were wet with sweat, and his breathing was uncontrollable.

While trying to calm down his breathing, he secretly said: I just kissed Jiang Wuqi secretly, and my whole body throbbed, and I couldn't hold it back. If Jiang Wuqi is willing to meet my lips and teeth, and do the Wushan cloud and rain, I'm afraid I will cry with joy on the spot, and maybe I won't. Get so excited that you pass out.

Thinking of this, his eyes dimmed. When Jiang Wuqi didn't know, he kissed Jiang Wuqi. Didn't he just treat Jiang Wuqi lightly?

But after thinking about it, Jiang Wuqi indulges him so much, as long as he pretends to be pitiful and cries a little longer, Jiang Wuqi will most likely kiss his lips according to his wishes, and even agree to have sex with him—no This is impossible. Jiang Wuqi is not a person who strictly follows the rules, but he follows the rules of the master's sect, and he will never break the rules of the sect. The first rule of the sect established by Jiang Wuqi's teacher Daigo Taoist is the sect Disciples are all abstaining from sex and lust, and are not allowed to engage in marriage.

According to Jiang Wuqi's temperament, unless he broke his family and returned to vulgar life, he would definitely not have sex with him.

While thinking, a voice suddenly hit his ear: "Is the kiss over?"

Feng Rugui followed the prestige, and saw that young man was holding a bowl of pounded hemostatic herbs, half lying on the table, propping his chin with one hand, and yawned: "If you want to kiss, hurry up, don't delay." I'll take the medicine."

Feng Rugui didn't know how long the young man had been staring at him, he stepped back shyly, bowed his head and said, "Please trouble Dr. Yun to take the medicine."

The young man glanced at Feng Rugui lightly: "You can just call me Yunyan, Shi Kaiyan, and no one in Yuxiu Town treats me as a doctor except for the woodcutter who brought you here."

Feng Rugui wanted to consult the best doctor in Yuxiu Town, but unexpectedly, he was brought into the "treasure hall" by Qiao Er, but Yun Yan's skillful treatment of wounds should be trustworthy .

Therefore, Feng Rugui didn't mention the previous matter, but said: "Yun Yan, then I will trouble you.

Yun Yan nodded, dipped his fingers in the herbal medicine, and turned his head to look at him, and said: "This medicine is very strong. Even if he is unconscious, he may wake up from the pain. Hold him down so that he doesn't struggle. We From top to bottom, apply the medicine in order, the previous medicine was washed away by the blood, this time you have to be careful."

Feng Rugui smelled the spicy and strong herbal smell from the tip of his nose, walked to the side of the bed facing Jiang Wuqi's head solemnly, and pressed Jiang Wuqi's arms firmly.

Yun Yan first used a fine cloth to blot up the fresh blood overflowing from Jiang Wuqi's throat, and then applied the herbal medicine on his fingertips.

As soon as the herbs touched the wound, Jiang Wuqi opened his eyes abruptly, staring straight at Feng Rugui.

Feng Rugui suddenly saw that Jiang Wuqi opened his eyes, and hot sweat protruded from his forehead, and he couldn't help crying, "Does it hurt? Just bear with it."

"It doesn't hurt." Jiang Wuqi looked at Yunyan again, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go ahead and take the medicine."

As soon as the herbal medicine covered the wound, it went straight into it, like nails driving hard into the bone seam. After a while, the pain made Jiang Wuqi sweat all over his body, and this hot sweat submerged into the rest of the wound. It forced those originally not very serious wounds to suddenly ache.

Jiang Wuqi was afraid that he would blame himself, so he didn't dare to show any pain, let alone struggle, his body stiffened, and he remained silent.

Feng Rugui's mind was clear, and he immediately realized that Jiang Wuqi was enduring, and his eyes became moist with distress.

He is happy with Jiang Wuqi, but Jiang Wuqi is suffering because of him.

"Relax." Yun Yan put good herbal medicine on Jiang Wuqi's throat, wrapped it with a fine cloth, and handed Feng Rugui a clean fine cloth, "You wipe his sweat off first."

Feng Rugui held back his crying, blinked his eyes desperately to get rid of the haze in front of him, and then used the fine cloth to wipe Jiang Wuqi's skin and remove the dense wounds on his right arm. There were 25 wounds, large and small, on Jiang Wuqi's body. The wounds were all thanks to him, eleven of them were bitten out with his teeth, and the remaining fourteen were probably wounds suffered in the illusion to protect him.

He managed to wipe off all the hot sweat from Jiang Wuqi's body, and new hot sweat flowed out again. He repeated it several times, until he thought that there was no more moisture in Jiang Wuqi's body, and Yun Yan took the medicine.

Jiang Wuqi was the most obedient patient Yun Yan had ever seen in his life, but the wound on Jiang Wuqi's body was really troublesome, and Yun Yan spent more than half an hour applying the medicine, during which time he broke out in a hot sweat.

He wiped off his sweat and said to Feng Rugui: "You can put on your clothes for the Taoist priest."

After saying that, he went to cook the medicine.

Jiang Wuqi's identity was revealed by Yun Yan, and Feng Rugui couldn't help being surprised. Jiang Wuqi's blue-colored Deluo had been torn off by him. When he entered the hospital, he was only wearing a white shirt, underwear, and trousers. His appearance was no different from that of ordinary people, so why did the Yunyan Society recognize Jiang Wuqi as a Taoist priest who became a monk?

It took him a while to realize that Yun Yan should be seen from the double-beam shoes on Jiang Wuqi's feet.

He suppressed the vigilance in his heart, just now he took the jacket, inner jacket, and trousers from the side, and put them on for Jiang Wuqi one by one.

Jiang Wuqi's exposed skin was finally covered by the old clothes, so Feng Rugui secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But Jiang Wuqi didn't feel that there was something wrong with being naked in front of Feng Rugui, he and Feng Rugui were both men, so they didn't need to guard against men and women.

He closed his eyes tiredly, and stretched out a hand towards Feng Rugui with all his strength.

Feng Rugui didn't know what Jiang Wuqi was going to do, but when he was young, Jiang Wuqi held a strand of his hair and said, "It's stained with blood."

But it turned out that when he was wiping Jiang Wuqi's hot sweat, his hair was stained with blood from Jiang Wuqi's wound.

"I see, you should rest." Feng Rugui pulled out his lock of hair from Jiang Wuqi's fingertips, then moved a square stool, sat beside Jiang Wuqi, and did not wash off the blood stained on the hair.

The blood quickly coagulated, and it was attached to the hair in pieces, showing a dark red color.

A moment later, Feng Rugui suddenly felt the ghost energy in his belly rushing fiercely, as if it wanted to knock all the internal organs away.

He bit his lip, seeing that Jiang Wuqi was exhaling steadily, he spit out the blood that had welled up his throat onto the silk handkerchief.

As soon as the mouthful of blood was spit out, the ghostly aura calmed down and there was no more movement.

He drew the will-o'-the-wisp to ignite Sipa, and said in his heart: I forcibly suppressed the ghost energy, I have suffered an internal injury, I don't know when it will heal?

Now that the ghost qi is out, he should go bloodthirsty, eat flesh, and destroy the world. It is not enough to suck Jiang Wuqi's blood alone. He forcibly suppresses the ghost qi for Jiang Wuqi and himself. Now he has no other choice but to stay silent Wait for the ghost to dissipate.

After sitting for a quarter of an hour, he stared at the sleeping Jiang Wuqi with burning eyes, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Jiang Wuqi, I'm in so much pain, can you pamper me one more time?"

Jiang Wuqi naturally wouldn't answer, so he assumed Jiang Wuqi's acquiesce, so he lowered his head and covered Jiang Wuqi's lips, rubbed them tremblingly, and then backed away.

He suddenly saw a little bit of his body fluid on Jiang Wuqi's lips, and thought that Jiang Wuqi had already been monopolized by him, secretly pleased for a long time, then murmured: "Jiang Wuqi, I'm sorry."

The heart is happy with a person who will not respond, it is bitter, but also joyful, full of mixed flavors, and cannot be dispelled.

But for Yu Feng Rugui, the years spent with Jiang Wuqi can easily surpass the previous twenty years of rich clothes and fine food.

Seeing that bit of body fluid slowly evaporate with his own eyes, Feng Rugui felt a sense of joy in his heart again - the present time is precious, why would he indulge in distress?

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside, and then Yun Yan walked up to Feng Rugui, pointed to a small room next to him and said, "You can carry the Taoist priest inside so as not to affect his rest. "

"Fine." Feng Rugui carefully picked up Jiang Wuqi, raised the curtain, and entered the small room.

The small room was cramped, but it was barely considered clean. While hugging Jiang Wuqi, he brushed across the bed before placing Jiang Wuqi on the bed.

Then, he stood behind the curtain and peeped out, only to see two rows of bloody tooth marks on the calf of the left calf of a big man, his face was already pale with pain.

For the sake of face, the big man didn't complain of pain, but spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm: "That vicious dog, I will skin it and cram it one day, make the skin a cushion, and boil the flesh and blood to mend the body."