Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Jiang Wuqi took out a veil and wiped away the blood from Feng Rugui's scarred lower lip, but his eyes accidentally fell on Feng Rugui's left foot, which was covered with obscene pants, snow-white satin It was light and soft, and was forced to sag from the knees. Even though the satin exudes a lustrous luster, it is impossible to ignore the abnormality in it.

Jiang Wuqi sighed, slightly taken aback.

He had heard a long time ago that the thousand-year-old evil spirit Feng Rugui, who had been hiding in the ghost mountain, was bloodthirsty and devoured flesh. take off one of the hands, put it on the fire and roast it slowly until the skin sizzles, then brush some seasonings on it, tear off a piece with your own hands, and feed it to yourself, if not, or Gouge out the eyeballs, or cut off the ears and string them on the wooden branches, or cut off a foot, and put them on the fire.

Before he set off, the Daoist Taoist told him not to use worldly rumors to determine good and evil in people, and if the truth and evil were full of evil, he would try his best to get rid of it.

But Feng Rugui in front of me, although she is unparalleled in the rumors, likes to wear red clothes, and dresses up as a woman, she has never done evil. It would bite through his skin to suck blood, and only a little.

If one day, Feng Rugui can completely quit that addiction, will he be no different from ordinary people?It's just that he's a little better-looking, a little more moody, a little more coquettish...but by then, Feng Rugui won't need him anymore, right?

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, which scattered his thoughts.

He looked up, but it was Yun Yan who came in with a decoction for nourishing blood and nourishing qi. The white smoke covered Yun Yan's face, and the despondency in Yun Yan's eyebrows was immediately covered up, making him look more popular .

Yun Yan first put the decoction on the table beside him, then walked to the side of the bed, checked Feng Rugui's pulse, and then stretched out his hand to cover Feng Rugui's forehead.

Seeing Yun Yan's brows slightly raised, Jiang Wuqi couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with him?"

Yun Yan pondered for a moment before replying: "His body temperature is normal now, but he may have a fever tonight. If it gets too hot, he may burn his brain."

Normal body temperature?

Feng Rugui's body temperature was originally lower than that of ordinary people. For Yu Yunyan, Feng Rugui's body temperature was normal, which proved that Feng Rugui's body temperature had already risen, but he was indulging in his own thoughts, and unexpectedly I didn't realize it.

Jiang Wuqi immediately blamed himself, and said anxiously: "Yun Yan, I trouble you to cook some antipyretic decoction."

Yun Yan shook his head and refused: "Don't take the decoction indiscriminately. Since Mr. Feng doesn't have a fever, don't take it."

Jiang Wuqi said truthfully: "His body temperature is usually low. If you say his body temperature is normal, then he has actually started to have a fever."

"So that's it, I'm going to decoct the medicine right now." Yun Yan didn't get to the bottom of it, and gave Jiang Wuqi the decoction on the table, and left the small room.

Jiang Wuqi withdrew the skin on the back of his left hand from Feng Rugui's mouth, then supported the back of Feng Rugui's head with one hand, and fed Feng Rugui with the decoction with the other, but most of the decoction dripped from Feng Rugui's lips.

He had to open Feng Rugui's jaw slightly, but he managed to feed some, but Feng Rugui coughed continuously, and during the coughing, he spit out a lot.

He couldn't help it, put the decoction aside, and called softly: "Feng Rugui, wake up."

Feng Rugui showed no signs of waking up, so he moved uncomfortably, put his cheek on his lower abdomen, and grabbed his left hand indiscriminately, sucked it a few times, and then sucked his little finger in.

Jiang Wuqi wanted to pull out his little finger, but with a slight movement, Feng Rugui's eyes and brows would show a look of grievance, and he would mutter indistinctly.

Is it a delicacy in the world that I feel at home in Feng?

Jiang Wuqi couldn't help laughing, he patted Feng Rugui's cheek with his spare hand, and said softly, "Wake up."

After a long time, Feng Rugui just opened his eyes a little, he glanced sleepily at Jiang Wuqi, unexpectedly grabbed Jiang Wuqi's right hand, put it under his cheek, and fell asleep again.

Jiang Wuqi was helpless, and forcibly took back the little finger of Feng Rugui's left hand and his right hand together.

Feng Rugui really opened his eyes because of this, his eyes were sleepy, but there was a lazy charm in his eyes.

He looked at Jiang Wuqi for a long time before he opened his lips and said, "Jiang Wuqi, why did you wake me up?"

He was very tired, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he was even more aggrieved.

"Drink the medicine." Jiang Wuqi put his hands around Feng Rugui's waist, made him sit up, took the medicine again, and handed it to him.

"It's so bitter." Feng Rugui didn't reach out to pick it up, but coquettishly said, "Feed me."

Jiang Wuqi smiled and said, "You haven't even drunk it yet, why are you crying out for bitterness first?"

Feng Rugui raised his eyebrows and said, "Is there any medicine that isn't bitter?"

Jiang Wuqi put the mouth of the bowl against Feng Rugui's lips, and persuaded him: "As the saying goes, 'good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease', just bear with it."

Feng Rugui really couldn't stand Jiang Wuqi's soft words, so he had to compromise and said, "Fine, but you want to buy lotus seed paste for me to eat later."

Seeing Jiang Wuqi nod his head, Feng Rugui took Jiang Wuqi's hand and used up a bowl of soup and medicine, leaving nothing left.

He was not good at drinking medicinal soup since he was a child, and after drinking a bowl, he felt so uncomfortable that his eyes were watery, he hugged Jiang Wuqi and tried his best to absorb some of Jiang Wuqi's breath before he was relieved.

Jiang Wuqi was his Mabosan before, if Jiang Wuqi wasn't by his side, he would probably pass out from the pain before he finished picking the wounded flesh.

Now Jiang Wuqi's lotus paste is crispy in one bite, and the smell is too sweet and greasy.

Jiang Wuqi was hugged by Feng Rugui, and Feng Rugui suddenly smelled it and said intoxicatedly: "It's so sweet."

"So sweet?" Jiang Wuqi was full of doubts, and slightly pushed Feng Rugui away, but was hugged even tighter by Feng Rugui.

Feng Rugui didn't expect that he would actually express what was in his heart, so he was shy for a moment, let go of his hand, and let Jiang Wuqi push him away.

"There's a decoction dripping on your obscene clothes, you should change into another one." Jiang Wuqi took out the clean obscene clothes, put them aside, and said, "Go and see if there is a mouthful of lotus paste in Yuxiu Town." Crisp sale."

Feng Rugui looked out the window and saw that the gust of wind and rain outside hadn't slowed down in the slightest, so he hurriedly said, "Don't go."

"It's okay." Jiang Wuqi's legs were paralyzed by Feng Rugui's pillow, and after a while, he stroked Feng Rugui's forehead hair, stood up, and went out.

Feng Rugui bowed his head, took off his obscene clothes, and put on the one that Jiang Wuqi took for him.

This obscene garment was clearly owned by him, but because it passed through Jiang Wuqi's hands, it was contaminated with Jiang Wuqi's breath, and it was tightly attached to his body, as if Jiang Wuqi's hands were directly rubbing his skin.

He couldn't help blushing, and after gathering his composure, he went to check his left foot.

It should be due to the medicine, the left foot has no pain at all, just a slight numbness, a tiny bit of new flesh has grown on it, and it feels itchy when touched.

He wrapped the muslin again, and lay obediently on the bed, waiting for Jiang Wuqi to come back.

He waited for about half an hour, but Jiang Wuqi didn't come back, could something unexpected happen?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt clusters of thorns sprouting from the bed, forcing him to lie down and sit up, he had to get off the bed to find Jiang Wuqi.

As soon as his left foot hit the ground, he felt a layer of hot sweat on his forehead due to the pain, but he refused to go back to the bed, and stubbornly walked out step by step.

Before he reached the door of the room, he staggered. Since there was nothing to support him, he could only fall straight to the ground.

Jiang Wuqi could barely put down the oil-paper umbrella. Hearing the movement outside, his heart tightened, and he quickly opened the curtain. The first thing he caught his eyes was Feng Rugui's eyes, which nakedly revealed Feng Rugui's attachment to him, as well as his worries. .

He quickly put down the lotus seed paste and took a bite of the crisp, then leaned down and helped Feng Rugui up, and Feng Rugui immediately threw himself into his arms, rubbed his shoulder lightly, and sighed contentedly: "Jiang Wuqi, you're back, you're safe and sound. Well, in fact, it doesn’t matter if the lotus paste is crispy.”

Jiang Wuqi hugged Feng Rugui back to the bed, and said apologetically, "Pin Dao is unfamiliar with the place, and it took him a while to find a little sum shop. The lotus paste cakes in the store happened to be sold out, so wait for a bite of new lotus paste. It took a little more work to bake the pastry, sorry for keeping you waiting for a long time."

Feng Rugui laughed and said, "You don't know the place, why don't you ask Yun Yan?"

Jiang Wuqi belatedly said: "Pindao didn't remember to ask Yunyan at that time, but he only remembered that you wanted to eat lotus seed paste."

"You fool." Feng Rugui scolded with a smile, suddenly felt that Jiang Wuqi's words were sweet words.

Jiang Wuqi didn't mind, took a bite of the lotus paste and said, "Do you want to eat the lotus paste?"

"Naturally, I want to eat it. How can I waste all your hard work in the rain?" Feng Rugui snatched a piece of lotus seed paste wrapped in oiled paper, opened the oiled paper bag, and ate one. After eating three of them, his cheeks puffed out, and he chose the most beautiful lotus seed paste and sent it to Jiang Wuqi's lips.

But Jiang Wuqi shook his head and said, "This lotus paste crisp contains lard, poor people can't eat it."

Feng Rugui was very disappointed and said: "Master Taoist, how about you return to vulgarity?"

"Shall I eat this lotus seed paste with you as a vulgar person?" Jiang Wuqi took a handkerchief and wiped off the crumbs on Feng Rugui's lips, "Unfortunately, Pindao has no plans to return to vulgarity."

Feng Rugui's fingers tightened, and he asked in a trembling voice: "If you have a woman you like, will you become vulgar for her?"

Jiang Wuqi said without hesitation: "If Pindao has a woman he likes, and if she also likes Pindao, Pindao will definitely return to vulgarity for her, and will never disappoint her deep affection."

"Really?" Feng Rugui's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't help exerting force on his fingertips. The lotus paste on his fingertips was crunchy, and his body was broken into pieces with the snap of his fingers, and the pieces fell onto the bed.

Seeing this, Jiang Wuqi asked, "Isn't this lotus paste crispy to your liking?"

Feng Rugui restrained his emotions, and said with a smile: "How come the lotus paste cake bought by the Taoist priest is not to my taste?"

Before the words fell to the ground, he buried his head to take a bite of the lotus seed paste, but in a short while, a total of twelve lotus seed paste went into his stomach, all of which were bitter and unbearable.

After eating the lotus seed paste, he took a bite of the crisp, lay down again, turned around, turned his back to Jiang Wuqi, and said, "I want to rest for a while."

Jiang Wuqi didn't notice Feng Rugui's strangeness at all, he just said that Feng Rugui was really sleepy, so he brushed the ground, sat down and meditated.

Two quarters of an hour later, Yun Yan brought antipyretic soup, Jiang Wuqi called Feng Rugui, Feng Rugui sat up, took the soup and drank it down, neither complaining about pain nor asking him to feed it himself.

At night, Feng Rugui sometimes had a high fever, and sometimes had a low fever. He took three bowls of antipyretic soup in a row before he managed to get better.

But Feng Rugui's mind was very clear, and he took every bowl of soup and medicine by himself.

It wasn't until the evening of the next day that Feng Rugui's heat subsided completely.

It took five days for Jiang Wuqi to notice Feng Rugui's strangeness. Feng Rugui didn't like to pay attention to him these few days, and he rarely made any active movements. He was as obedient as a clay doll. Homecoming?

On the afternoon of the fifth day, after Feng Rugui had used the decoction, Jiang Wuqi took the medicine bowl and said, "You still want to eat lotus paste crisp, or honey bean crisp, peach blossom crisp, bowl cake..."

Feng Rugui was reluctant to let Jiang Wuqi speak to him in a flattering tone, and the disappointment in his heart was quickly suppressed. He stretched out his hand to cover Jiang Wuqi's cheek, raised his head, smiled and said, "Kiss me once, and I'll kiss you." Tell you what I want to eat."

Jiang Wuqi leaned down, kissed Feng Rugui's forehead, then straightened up again, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Naturally eat you." Seeing Jiang Wuqi's astonishment, Feng Rugui added unhurriedly, "Naturally eat the mung bean cakes you bought."

Jiang Wuqi's astonishment faded away, and he went out of the small room to buy mung bean cakes.

After buying mung bean cakes, on the way back, he saw several people coming out of a medical clinic with pale faces and leaning on crutches, each of them had either a lower limb amputated or an upper limb amputated.

Feeling pity in his heart, he thought to himself: That vicious dog really committed too many crimes, how long will it be able to atone for its sins?

Without stopping, he went straight back to the "treasure hall", entered the small room, and as soon as he got close to the bed, the mung bean cake in his hand was snatched away.

Feng Rugui had been raised for five days, his face turned red, and he was eating small mung bean crisps with both hands.

Jiang Wuqi sat down on the side of the bed, lifted the thin quilt covering Feng Rugui's left foot, then pulled up the obscene trousers, and then removed the fine cloth round after round.

Not long after, Feng Rugui's left foot was exposed to his eyes, about half an inch of new flesh had grown at the cut, the new flesh was tender red, and it looked like it could be broken with the snap of a finger.

Feng Rugui finished eating a mung bean cake, wiped his hands, motioned Jiang Wuqi to lower his body, and then went to relieve Jiang Wuqi's Deluo.

Jiang Wuqi was a little surprised, but smelled Feng Rugui and sneered: "You are not a beautiful girl, and I am not a disciple, you have seen my wounds, and I also want to see how yours are... ..."

As soon as he saw Jiang Wuqi's injury under the collarbone, his tone softened: "Does it hurt?"

Afterwards, holding back his embarrassment, he peeled off Jiang Wuqi, examining every inch of his skin.

Jiang Wuqi's right arm was originally bloody and bloody, but now the wound has healed, and it is full of uneven dark red blood scabs, while the other wounds are not as serious as his right arm, some of the blood scabs are ripe and peeled off, only the root of the leg The blood scab in one place was thicker, and there was no sign of peeling off.

He pretended to be calm and dressed Jiang Wuqi properly before going to see Jiang Wuqi's throat injury.

After tearing off the fine cloth, the bite wound that had entered the eyelid had also healed, and a large blood scab was attached to the skin.

His eyes blurred uncontrollably, and the tip of his nose became sour. He covered his lower lip, licking the bloody scab.

The numbness spread from the blood scab, Jiang Wuqi rubbed the back of Feng Rugui's hairy head, and comforted him: "It's almost gone, it doesn't hurt at all, you don't have to."

Whether it is speaking or eating, it still hurts.

But Jiang Wuqi didn't want to see Feng Rugui's appearance, so he lied involuntarily.

Jiang Wuqi was honest and seldom lied. It was only when the words slipped out of his lips that he realized that he had lied.

"Really?" Feng Rugui was surprised and delighted, and smiled brightly at Jiang Wuqi.

At this moment, the sunlight was just right, streaming in obliquely from the window hinges that had been broken by the heavy rain, and a little of it fell on Feng Rugui's face, reflecting every detail of his face, and every detail of his face was gorgeous. Bewitching people.

Jiang Wuqi was surprised to find that his heartbeat was inexplicably out of order, as if he missed a beat.