Itching every day without a few chrysanthemums

Instead, he said to himself, "This place will make us uncomfortable."

He refers to "us", including Lan Qi and Bai Chen, Hua Xiaomo was stunned, with a look of astonishment on his face, uncomfortable?

"I'll kneel down and leave." Hua Xiaomo found a futon, knelt down, folded his palms and closed his eyes, and wriggled his lips to the green smoke rising from the incense burner, and said his prayers.

They want money, a lot of money, a lot of money.

Luo Jiuxiao stood on his side with his hands behind his back, his body tensed imperceptibly, and his whole body was full of murderous aura, as if he was fighting against a powerful existence in the invisible.

After Hua Xiaomo uttered the wish in his heart that would not change for the first half of his life and the second half of his life, he followed Luo Jiuxiao outside, when a voice suddenly came from behind: "Little benefactor, wait a minute."

Luo Jiuxiao's eyes turned cold, he tightened his grip on Hua Xiaomo's hand, then let it go again, and turned around with a cold expression.

"Master Qinghe." The other pilgrims in the hall put their hands together and called out reverently.

Hua Xiaomo turned around and saw the old man approaching, with a solemn treasure, at first glance, it was very strange, because those eyes were too bright, not like the color that old age should have.

Master Qinghe passed the others, walked up to Hua Xiaomo, clasped his hands together, looked at Hua Xiaomo with kindness on his face, and said in a calm and distant voice, "Dare to ask the little benefactor, is the cause or the effect first?"

Isn't this as stupid as which came first, the chicken or the egg?Hua Xiaomo frowned, expressing that he was speechless about this sudden question.

Seeing the young man's silence and unpredictable expression, everyone couldn't help but snort. Even a three-year-old child can understand such a simple question.

Cause and effect, cause and effect, naturally there is a cause before the effect.

After making a nonsense sentence, Hua Xiaomo showed an unfathomable expression on his face: "There is no cause and no effect."

The next moment, Hua Xiaomo's eyes lit up, his head felt dizzy, and when he regained consciousness, his jaw almost dropped in shock, and he glanced back, Bai Chen was gone, Ah Qi and Luo Jiuxiao were not there either. He was the only one, obviously looking at the paintings in the temple, how could Hua Xiaomo stand in place and growl for a long time in this desert where no bird shits.

Walking in the desert, with the scorching sun above his head, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or what, the pain of burning skin was very clear. After walking for a while, the boundless desert disappeared and turned into an ocean, and he slid his limbs , the salty seawater entered his mouth, he opened his mouth and gasped with difficulty, and just when he was about to sink into the bottom of the sea, he found himself walking on the grass, with white clouds, blue sky, and bright sunshine, and the scenery under his feet was changing every few steps. Become a sea of ​​flowers.

Time seemed to stop, the picture was frozen, and the sea of ​​flowers in front of me seemed familiar, and the familiarity gradually became stronger with the fragrance of the flowers, but suddenly disappeared in the next moment.

Suddenly a male voice came from his mind, "How many colors do you see?"

Hua Xiaomo gave an answer subconsciously: "Four kinds."

"Which four?"

The sea of ​​flowers disappeared, and Hua Xiaomo was standing on the edge of the cliff in a daze, only an inch away from the abyss, he retreated instinctively, the stones and soil splashed down the cliff from his feet, and the white mist lingered in the distance, like a fairyland, but nothingness.

That voice was still lingering, without a trace of impatience: "Huh?"

"White, red, blue." Hua Xiaomo quickly responded in his heart: "There is also black."

After a deathly silence, the voice sounded in my head again, with a little weirdness: "Is there a god in this world?"

Hua Xiaomo lowered his eyes, he is a materialist, he doesn't believe in God, soul, or fate.

Then how should he explain that he traveled from the 21st century?Reversal of time and space?And that voice in the ruined temple, what are you seeing and hearing now?

But if there is a god, then there must be Avici hell, the cycle of life and death, the so-called book of life and death.

He really died that time, it was bone-piercingly cold and dark, on the endless road, psychedelic lanterns were lit one by one, as if the end of the road was the Naihe Bridge, but halfway he was pulled back by a strange force , he came back to life, which is against the rules.

The ethereal voice sounded again: "Yes or no?"

Is there a God?Hua Modan is in pain.

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The author has something to say: Yes!Mi wrong!Doubt!This article is a bit fantasy, the second half will start from another world, but it should be very far behind the bird

o(╯□╰)owo will say that nest is called a ball in the author group, and nest will not be rude, ╭(╯^╰)╮no!

Don't you really want some heavy taste?Cough, in fact, according to the trend of the outline of the nest, there is bound to be an earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods, bloody sickness......

Cough cough cough, in fact, Wo is a mother, [touches chin] Wo think about how to treat her son better. . .la la la

╭(╯3╰)╮Thanks to: overflow O, 13874160 small cesium, jen, the water of Xiaoshui, the landmine thrown.

Kneel down and hold your thighs and sing "Shandandan Flowers Bloom Red and Brilliant"

The flower of Shandandan is blooming~~~~~~~~~~~~~~, the red is gorgeous~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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"I don't know, I don't know."

Hua Xiaomo covered her head and murmured in pain. Numerous cracks began to appear on the ground under her feet, and then split apart like a spider web at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"what----"

With a loud cry, Hua Xiaomo felt that he was falling, his eyes went dark, and he fell into the bottomless abyss together with the mud and rocks without any resistance.

Suddenly there was a gentle voice calling beside my ear: "Xiao Mo, wake up."

Then there was a slightly deep and magnetic voice, with a bit of anger: "Lan Qi, didn't you say that he is fine? Why can't he wake up after sleeping for so long?"

His eyes were touched by something slightly cool, and the familiar and reassuring breath enveloped him. Hua Xiaomo felt a sudden pain in his brain, as if a silver needle had been pierced into his brain. There are three haggard men.

There was a warm and soft quilt under his body, each of his hands was placed in another person's hand, and his face was touched by a big hand, all of which told him that he had returned from that weird place.

Luo Jiuxiao's eyes were red, his face was bloodless, as if he hadn't rested for a long time, he was a little agitated, he put Hua Xiaomo's hand on his lips and bit hard.

"If it weren't for your steady breathing, I would have destroyed that ruined temple early in the morning."

Hua Xiaomo wanted to withdraw his hand but was held even harder, he closed his eyes, if it wasn't for the warmth and strength of the big palm that wrapped his hand, it would be hard not to think how long this man would live.

Xu Shi didn't speak for a long time, his voice was hoarse: "What's wrong with me?"

Rubbing Hua Xiaomo's palm, Lan Qi said softly: "You suddenly fell into a coma in the temple the day before yesterday, but luckily you are fine."

The hand on the face moved to the forehead, brushing away a few strands of hair, Hua Xiaomo looked at the owner of that hand, the hero seemed to be smiling just now.

Bai Chen stretched out his arm and placed it under the back of Hua Xiaomo's head, letting him lie on it, stroking his hair with his big palm, this movement was done extremely skillfully, and his eyes were calm and unwavering.

Hua Xiaomo:......

"I had a very long dream, it was terrifying." Hua Xiaomo breathed in with lingering fear, trembling, but luckily it was just a dream.

The room suddenly fell into a strange silence, only the breathing of the four people and the sandalwood flowing in the air.

After a long time, Luo Jiuxiao's voice was faint: "What dream?"

Hua Xiaomo was dumbfounded, he suddenly found that he couldn't describe those scenes, he couldn't organize the words after thinking and thinking, so he had to give up.

Lan Qi checked Hua Xiaomo's body, and after making sure there was nothing serious, she cast a reassuring look at Bai Chen and Luo Jiuxiao.

Seeing this scene, Hua Xiaomo blinked. During the few days when he was in a coma, did some unspeakable secret happened between these three men?I have never seen such a loving and harmonious coexistence before.

After adjusting his body, Hua Xiaomo asked abruptly, "Do you think there is a god in this world?"

As soon as the words fell, the warm atmosphere in the room became inexplicably oppressive. Hua Xiaomo didn't notice the momentary stiffness of Bai Chen and the three of them and the strange expressions on their faces after he asked this sentence.

"Forget it, I'm just asking casually." Hua Xiaomo asked again: "Did anything happen during the past few days when I was in a coma?"

Another dead silence.

Luo Jiuxiao's expression was a little dark and unpredictable, he lowered his head and pinched Hua Xiaomo's fingers, and his half-folded eyelashes blocked the emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

After a while, Lan Qi sighed: "A hundred flowers bloom in the temple."

As soon as the word "flower" came out, Hua Xiaomo's face changed, and he blurted out: "How many, how many colors of flowers?"

Glancing at dazzled Xiao Mo, Lan Qi smiled lightly with her pursed lips: "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, white, gray, everything is there."

Hua Xiaomo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and for some reason, he felt that the string in his brain was loosened. He found that after having that dream, he became suspicious.

Glancing at one place from the corner of the eye, Hua Xiaomo raised his voice and asked, "Why are your ears broken?"

The person involved, Bai Chen, glanced at Hua Xiaomo, took a long time to look away, and said calmly, "Knock."

Lan Qi and Luo Jiuxiao who were next to him went to see Bai Chen at the same time, with astonishment on their faces, who would believe such a low-level explanation?

"What's wrong with you, can you knock your ears like this?" Hua Xiaomo struggled to sit up, and pulled out his hand to touch Bai Chen's ear under Luo Jiuxiao's eyes that swallowed him.

Obviously scratches.

Hua Xiaomo twitched his eyebrows, the hero would lie, he was disappointed and confused, who could get close and leave marks on him.

The face of Jin Yun floated in his mind, Hua Xiaomo twitched the corner of his mouth, it shouldn't be.

"Xiao Mo, it's getting late, we're going out first, the herbs are ready, Bai Chen will deal with them later, there will be visitors from the Palace tomorrow morning, we need to attend, you should rest early."

Opening her mouth, Hua Xiaomo suddenly realized, is it Bai Chen's turn?This tacit and harmonious feeling of queuing up to his bed was too sudden, and he was not ready for it.

Hua Xiaomo accidentally touched Luo Jiuxiao's arm, Luo Jiuxiao pursed his lips, frowned and then loosened his brows, a little sweat dripped from his forehead, as if he was enduring the pain.

Covering the door, Lan Qi and Luo Jiuxiao looked at each other, "The injury on your arm..."

"No problem." Luo Jiuxiao squinted his eyes and looked at the full moon above his head that was about to take shape: "Don't let him know."

The two walked to their respective residences. What happened the day before yesterday seemed to be right in front of them. The irrational teenager destroyed everything within his reach like a bloodthirsty madman.

In order to stop them, the three of them had a lot of injuries on their bodies.

And the old man in the temple gave the boy away his killing thoughts and quelled his grievances. After a day and a night, he passed away strangely the next day. It was more like a voluntary dedication, a servant's obedience and willingness to his master, rather than being killed.

The change in the temple alarmed the court, and also alarmed the person in the palace, and I am afraid that there will be troubles in the future.

"My people will arrive in the future." Luo Jiuxiao pretended to glance unintentionally at a place in the darkness on the left, quickly retracted his gaze, and activated the sound transmission technique: "Who is the person Qin Yi asked you to heal?"

Lan Qi kept walking, without a trace of abnormality on his face, and replied with sound transmission: "I only know that I have been hit by Qianyan, and I have no way of knowing the rest."

"There's something weird in the backyard." The footsteps slowed down a bit, Luo Jiuxiao looked up at the empty corridor: "Hundreds of people are hiding in the dark, guarding something or someone there."

"There are fluctuations of true energy at night, and there is a famous hall under Xiao Mo's room."

When the two returned to their respective rooms, there was a slight movement in the darkness, and it only took a moment for them to return to tranquility.

In a garden to the east, the flickering candlelight in the study room illuminated the rows of bookshelves flickering on and off. A few tables ago, a man in a black brocade robe tapped the table with his index finger, his eyes thoughtful.

Standing in front of him was a man in gray with a cold look on his face.

"How much did he eat tonight?"

"My lord, it's a small plate of green vegetables and a few mouthfuls of rice." The man in gray replied truthfully, "My lord also drank two glasses of fruit wine."

"The dose has been reduced by [-]%." Qin Yi looked at the candle flames swaying in the wind, and said in a deep voice, "Let Xu Mao in."

"Yes." The gray-clothed man bowed respectfully, and then a black-faced man walked in. It was Xu Mao who had gone to deliver a message to Hua Xiaomo the day before yesterday.

Xu Mao was flustered and asked with a grin on his face, "Master, what do you want from me?"

"The matter about the temple has leaked out." Qin Yi said with a cold expression, "That old man Qinghe died under your noses, this matter can't be done anymore."

Xu Mao's back felt cold, he raised his hand to wipe his face, and knelt on the ground with a bang: "This subordinate is guilty."

"It took three days to find out the secret work, and the palace stood still." Qin Yi's eyes suddenly flashed a cold light: "The sixteenth of this month is Chen Wanshengchen, so I have to back up the big gift."

Wiping his neck with his hand, Xu Mao showed a fierce look, "Master, you can't stop doing anything, just go straight down with a knife."

"She is suitable for a better way of death." Qin Yi raised the corners of his lips, his eyes flickered, as if recalling something, his face was covered with haze.

"Is there anything unusual in the pear garden?"

Xu Mao showed a very puzzled expression: "Those people surrounded the boy all day without eating or sleeping, and they all seemed crazy."

Leaning on the back of the chair, Qin Yi glanced at the night outside the window: "Withdraw."

"Ah?" Xu Mao was stunned: "Stop monitoring?"

Qin Yi waved his hand, unwilling to say more.

"Then, master, this subordinate will go back first." Xu Mao patted his head and left in response.

In the room, Hua Xiaomo leaned on the bed and watched the hero with facial paralysis add hot water to the barrel, put herbs, take a cloth towel, and then went to the bed to touch his clothes, his eyes widened in horror: "That, I, I will do it myself."

Hua Xiaomo swallowed her saliva, and unnaturally took off her unlined clothes.

Hugging Hua Xiaomo by the waist, Hua Xiaomo nestled in his arms stiffly, the flush on his face spread to the earlobe, like a cooked shrimp.Bai Chen's eyes flickered to the side, and the corners of his lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

Sitting in the wooden barrel, the hot water penetrated into the skin, and the warmth melted into the blood. Hua Xiaomo snorted comfortably, and saw the person standing beside him like a wooden stake, "I can just wash it myself."

Bai Chen glanced at him, but didn't move.

Looking at the naked young man sitting in the bucket, his eyes flicked over the bud that seemed to be about to bloom, Bai Chen's eyes instantly sank.

Hua Xiaomo immediately went to cover his lower body, but the next moment he realized that this action was hypocritical, coughed awkwardly, and let Bai Chen look at it openly.

"Is there something you guys are hiding from me?" Frowning, she looked at Bai Chen, and looked into the other's quiet eyes.

Bai Chen lowered his eyes, took a few herbs and put them in according to Lan Qi's instructions, and said calmly, "Don't think too much about it."

Hearing that his usually cold voice was hoarse, Hua Xiaomo turned his back: "Your throat is uncomfortable?"

"No." Bai Chen stared at Hua Xiaomo with his dark eyes, his voice became hoarse, he rolled up his sleeves and raised the water to wipe his thin body in front of him, added hot water, and asked, "OK?"

"Yeah." Passed the wet cloth towel, and lay down beside the bucket, seeing Bai Chen's serious expression and tense body, as if he was on the battlefield, Hua Xiaomo leaned closer and pressed it to the tip of Bai Chen's nose: " Can you do it?"

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The author has something to say: the plot is about to speed up, Nanfeng's identity, in this world, is an oiran, and has a lot to do with Xiao Mo.

The colors in the world are actually red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, black, white and gray are not included, so the text is [brain-damaged setting]

Regarding the four colors representing four colors, this is completely decided by the brainless, and we will automatically ignore it. .

Why Mao Daxia and the genius doctor did not enter the temple, but the leader did. One is because the leader is cruel to him, and the other is because of the cultivation method. .

When the leader's illness will be cured, it depends on when Xiao Mo understands his heart and is willing to give willingly.

Pointing to the one who counted 500 years, heck, it's hard to say, can't say, hard to say.

This is a fantasy world. There are worlds of human beings, worlds of gods, and worlds of demons.

Well, the nest is spoiled again, and I said [Show stop the nest! !

小水的水水扔了一个地雷投掷时间:2013-11-1415:14:35

无空扔了一个手榴弹投掷时间:2013-11-1400:36:03

The two upstairs, the nest is already lying flat, so you can go up at will, the ball is hard~ the ball is small whip~ Kamenang~

After counting, the prawns should be eating meat dishes soon, (>^ω^<) the egg hurts, I want stewed meat, and I have to think about how not to be caught by the big crabs. I am changing chapter 29 every day today, and I am about to endocrine disorders . .

If we see updates during the day, we must be fighting with JJ big crab. .

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Bai Chen remained silent, quietly watching the young man with deep eyes, seeing his clear eyes glowing charmingly under the candlelight, he forgot what to say for a moment.

Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, Hua Xiaomo rolled his eyes, and began to look for something to say: "Bai Chen, what do you think of me?"

"Impulsive and irritable." Bai Chen glanced at him and said calmly.

"I didn't ask you this." Hua Xiaomo got angry, patted off the water beads on his face, and straightened his hair again, and asked seriously: "I'm asking you, how am I?"

"Very good." Bai Chen replied without any hesitation, although his voice was light, it was slightly softer.

Hua Xiaomo raised her head and stared blankly at Bai Chen. After a long time, the corners of her lips curled up, and she began to laugh, laughing and feeling stupid, why she was so happy...

"Wipe my back for me."

"Okay." Bai Chen pursed his lips, the smile on his face disappeared, but the softness in his eyes remained.

Wiping the flower bud on the young man's back with a wet cloth, Bai Chen frowned suddenly, and calmly touched his chest with the other hand, with a complicated expression on his face.

Xu was at ease, Hua Xiaomo relaxed and lay on the side of the barrel, closed his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh. He never thought that Bai Chen was also a normal man who would have desires, so naturally he didn't know Bai Chen's forbearance at the moment. , let alone knowing that the other party has been using internal force to resolve desire.

The two chatted for a while, basically Hua Xiaomo was talking alone, and Bai Chen spit out a few words occasionally.

"Sleepy?" Picking up his slightly damp hair and drying it with a cloth towel, Bai Chen looked at the degree of soaking of the medicinal materials in the barrel, and then looked at the extremely sleepy boy.

"Hmm." Hua Xiaomo replied vaguely.

Putting down the cloth towel, Bai Chen bent over and hugged Hua Xiaomo, supported him with one hand, and stroked his back with the other hand, using his internal force to remove the water droplets on his body.

The lips of each other rubbed together, but Hua Xiaomo, who had fallen asleep, was so unresponsive that he didn't notice, and unconsciously rubbed against Bai Chen's chest,

, while Bai Chen's body froze.

The young man seemed to be having a dream, his brows were furrowed, Bai Chen leaned against the bed, took out his flute and played it, the sound of the flute was as soft as water, drifting away, rendering the night soft.

The brows of the young man on the bed slowly loosened, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Yin time at night

Hua Xiaomo, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly felt a muffled whisper in his ears accompanied by painful panting, one after another, the sticky and focused voice slipped into the weak eardrum, gradually weaving into a big net to occupy the whole mind .

A faint smell of blood poured into his nostrils, and gradually became stronger. Hua Xiaomo came to his senses in vain. He first crossed his arm to touch the person next to the pillow, but seeing nothing, he sat up from the bed in an instant, and lifted the quilt in panic. On the bed, by the moonlight, I touched the lamp and lit it with a torch, and the room gradually brightened up.

Everything was the same, except for the person who should have slept with him in the bed.

The shadow of the tree outside the window swayed, hitting the paper window. Looking from the inside, it looked like a black shadow standing upright. However, the moment Hua Xiaomo lowered his head to straighten his clothes, a strong wind blew past the window, and the shadow of the tree swayed from side to side. It only recovered for a moment. calm.

The lips were numb, Hua Xiaomo touched it with his hand, why did he smell so much like that madman before.

Also, it's so late, where did Bai Chen go?

The door opened with a creak, and a man in white walked in, sucking in the cold air from the ground.

"Did something happen?" Smelling the unusual atmosphere, Hua Xiaomo ran over and asked.

Bai Chen pursed his lips, and said calmly, "It's just a few lost night cats."

Seeing Hua Xiaomo standing there in a daze, Bai Chen closed the door and took off his coat, picked Hua Xiaomo up, went to the bed and freed up his hand to lift the quilt to make it flat, then lay down on his side, and turned off the lamp with his hand.

There was still a lot of heaters in the bed, Hua Xiaomo's body cold was gone, he propped himself up and faced Bai Chen accurately in the darkness: "Is there really nothing wrong?" He repeated it with an unusually dignified voice.

After a long time, a voice responded in the darkness: "Yes."

He fixedly looked at this face that was close at hand, ordinary face, slender and deep eyes, and he was dressed in white clothes that remained unchanged in his impression, as cold as the wind, as if nothing in the world could melt the frost on his body.

Bai Chen, Ah Qi, and Luo Jiuxiao were all lying to him, why didn't they choose to pour out but weave lies to cover up when they encountered something?

Who ever asked him how he felt? He has lived two lifetimes, and he has experienced far more than ordinary people. Human feelings, human hearts, and human nature, all of which have not been personally experienced.Although the value of force is average, his heart is strong enough.

Rather than being protected by them, he wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with them.

With a long sigh in his heart, Hua Xiaomo lay back on the bed, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

The first thing he chose to believe in this foreign continent was Bai Chen. When he first arrived in a strange environment, his psychology and thinking could not return to normal. I am most impressed.

There is no doubt that Bai Chen can make him feel at ease, it was in the past, and it is still the same now.As for Luo Jiuxiao... I can't tell what it feels like, fear, fear, but when I learned the news that he will die soon, at that moment, there was nothing but endless worries.

As for Ah Qi, I like it. The days when I lived in Taohua Village were very happy and carefree.

Someone who pampers him and satisfies his unreasonable needs should be cherished, so he will cherish it.

Hua Xiaomo was startled suddenly, was he too greedy?

"Cold?" There was a cool voice in my ear.

"It's a little bit." Hua Xiaomo followed this sentence and lifted the quilt up, "Sleeping."

As he spoke, he turned his head slightly, while Bai Chen moved a little away, letting Hua Xiaomo lean into his arms.

The next morning, Hua Xiaomo was woken up. He didn't even eat breakfast, so he and Lan Qi followed behind the handsome man, yawning as he walked. When I saw the bamboo garden, I suddenly woke up.

The guards standing guard at the gate looked solemn and did not look sideways. Hua Xiaomo raised his head for a glance and then looked away.

The backyard is several times colder than the front yard. The two sides of the stone-paved road have been smoothed, leaving only the intact stone in the middle with unevenness, which is a bit like the road for the blind in the previous life.

There are several ginkgo trees on both sides, which are arranged in a strange way. The flowerbed on the left side is very clean and pruned in place, and on the right side is a gazebo, which is there alone.

The middle is very empty, and there is only one gravel road in the huge yard.

The more he walked in, the more nervous Hua Xiaomo felt. The strange feeling coming from all directions made him tremble uncontrollably, and he stretched out his hand to touch Lan Qi.

It wasn't until his hands were wrapped in a layer of warmth that the warmth conveyed made him less uneasy.

The man who led the way suddenly stopped in front of a door, "Master, I have already arrived."

"Come in." A voice came from the door, which seemed to be extremely hoarse and cracked for some reason.

After saying that, the man disappeared in a flash. Hua Xiaomo swallowed his saliva and looked at Lan Qi with panic in his eyes.

Lan Qi patted his hand, curled her lips into a smile, silently comforting him.

The door opened suddenly, and then slammed shut after Hua Xiaomo and Lan Qi came in.

The scene inside made Hua Xiaomo's stomach churn, and he retched while leaning on the door frame. Lan Qi's expression was not very good. He took a pill out of his body and gave it to him.

The huge iron cage was covered with luxurious blankets, and a man with disheveled hair curled up and shivered in a corner of the cage, his exposed ears were covered with traces of being ravaged.

In addition to the smell of vomit in the room, there is also an obscene musky and rancid smell.

The man standing beside the cage was still wearing a black robe, but his eyebrows were dyed with a darker hostility than usual, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura that made people tremble. He stared at the people in the cage with focused and dark eyes.

Hua Xiaomo took a few steps back in fear and clasped Lan Qi's arm tightly. Lan Qi raised his jaw slightly: "My lord."

"He doesn't recognize this king anymore." The voice was terrifyingly sharp, and Qin Yi's eyes never left.

Lan Qi calmly walked over and squatted beside the cage, and said calmly, "Let me see his eyes."

He stretched his arms in to hold the trembling man in his arms, and parted the hair on his face with his fingers, revealing a face full of bruised and purple hickeys. It was not difficult to see that he was an outstanding person.

It's just the empty eyes and bloody lips that make people feel sad.

Qin Yi held down the twitching body of the person in his arms, but the words in his gentle voice seemed to come from the depths of hell: "Wuyou, be good."

The young man called Wuyou let out a pitiful whimper, struggled harder, his empty eyes suddenly became thick black, stared straight at Hua Xiaomo, and opened his voice to yell.

The ear-piercing voice and the strange eyes of the young man made Hua Xiaomo feel bad all over, his scalp was on the verge of hair, if Ah Qi was not there, he would have run away early in the morning.

Not only Lan Qi, but even Qin Yi was surprised by this strange move. With a stern expression, he raised his hand and slapped Wuyou.

Blood flowed from the corner of Wuyou's mouth, his gaze was still fixed on Hua Xiaomo, insisting on something, begging for something, seemed excited again.

Hua Xiaomo, who was standing close to the door, happened to catch a brand mark on the back of the young man's neck, blood-stained, vaguely a symbol, which reminded him of the chickens he raised in the countryside in his previous life. Chicken wings painted red.

Treating a person like an animal, Hua Xiaomo clasped his palms, looking at Qin Yi with disgust, his family leader is much cuter than a lunatic.

Lan Qi looked at the extra white strands in Wuyou's pupils, frowned and said, "The poisoning is deep, I can't guarantee that it will be cured."

"Healed?" Qin Yi laughed uncontrollably, extraordinarily cold: "I didn't intend for you to cure him."

"Let him continue to dream, just don't let him die."

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The author has something to say: The late update is here! ! !If there is something to stop the update, I will ask for leave ~ la la la ~

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Thanks: Xiaoshui for Shuishui, Xiaoyue for throwing mines~~~~V~~~~

Nested in Shenzhen, it suddenly became cold, oh ~ the lowest temperature is only [-] degrees!Eighteen degrees! ! !

~~Egg pain~~ Dear Naidi friends~ Come to the birds in winter~~ Let’s hug and squeeze together~~ Let’s sleep together with a big quilt~ lol la la lo

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In the quiet atmosphere, the air was mixed with a disgusting damp and rotten smell, which gathered together and slapped on the heart one after another, as if even the sound of the heartbeat was erased.

Lan Qi turned her head and called out to the boy by the door: "Little Mo."

"Oh, here we come." Hua Xiaomo walked over holding the medicine box, took a deep breath, took out the needle pack and spread it out, a row of silver needles were arranged in an orderly manner.

"Take it upside down." Looking at the silver needle in front of her, Lan Qi twitched her lips slightly, and couldn't help laughing, worry flashed across her eyes, the scene just now was really weird.

The corner of Hua Xiaomo's mouth twitched, and he quickly switched sides to hold it. The corner of his eye poked at Qin Yi, who was more than ten inches away from him, and he felt that there were bumps on that side of his body.

"Afraid of me?" Qin Yi said suddenly, squinting at the young man who was avoiding him like a jackal.

"No, no." He laughed twice when it was over, Hua Xiaomo moved his body and approached Lan Qi, not daring to pay attention to Qin Yi again.

A layer of cold sweat protruded from Lan Qi's forehead. Although he didn't know why the tortured and miserable young man in front of him offended Qin Yi, but the doctor's parents felt a little unbearable in his heart, and the silver needle in his hand hesitated for a while but continued to apply it .

If there is heresy because of this matter, then he would rather offend the people of the world, but also protect the young people around him.

Human nature is inherently complicated, selfishness and selflessness are just a thought, he chooses the former.

Staring at Lan Qi's plump lips, Hua Xiaomo knew that if Lan Qi was nervous, she would subconsciously pout her lips, although it was rare, she knew it.

Lan Qi frowned, and the last needle stopped in the air: "Hold him."

Stretching out his arms to pinch Wuyou, who was staring at the writhing legs, the veins on Qin Yi's neck bulged one by one, and his eyes were full of coldness.

Hua Xiaomo helped Lan Qi make the needle, and then followed the instructions to write the prescription. The unattractive handwriting was crooked like a crawling ant because he lost his inner peace.

In the quiet and cold room, the young man's tiny whimpering sound was particularly shrill, pulling the nerves of the brain, causing bursts of pain, and Hua Xiaomo's heart ached when he heard it. He gritted his teeth and stared at him. He looked at Hua Xiaomo with gloomy eyes.

Like a rabbit he raised, Hua Xiaomo inexplicably had this feeling in his mind, and his mind was in a trance, a little terrified.

It's stupid, in the past and present, he has never raised a small animal, except for Dabai, and Dabai doesn't need him to raise it.

Thinking of this made my chest feel tight.

In an instant, Wuyou yelled loudly, the hoarse voice seemed to come out of his throat, with a trace of bloody smell, Hua Xiaomo's heart skipped a beat in shock.

Taking out the handkerchief and wiping the blood that accidentally got on his hands, Lan Qi said calmly: "If this goes on, within half a month, he will definitely fall into a dream, go crazy and foolish, and kill himself."

Qin Yi looked down at the man who was twitching and convulsing all over his eyes, his eyes overflowed with various emotions. The entangled years many years ago were cut out, dripping with blood.

"My lord, how long do you want him to live?" Lan Qi raised her eyelashes slightly: "If it's a month or two, then I can give it a try."

"But if I want him to live a few more years, or more than ten years, I need to use a drop of blood from the person who developed Thousand Nightmare."

After a while, Qin Yi looked sullen and opened his lips: "He's dead."

"Then try to find a way to gamble on the blood relationship." Lan Qi raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "Otherwise, please forgive me for being powerless."

Seeing Wuyou's face covered with blood and dirt, and his gaze passing over his swollen left cheek, Qin Yi frowned in distaste, but the next moment he took out his pocketbook in front of Lan Qi and Hua Xiaomo. The dagger he was carrying cut a hole in his palm, and his blood suddenly surged, and he said calmly to the foolish Hua Xiaomo: "Take it."

Hua Xiaomo shook his lips, found a clean white porcelain bottle from the medicine box, took a few drops of blood, and took a hemostatic powder and sprinkled it on Qin Yi's wound.

Glancing at Qin Yi in surprise, Lan Qi didn't have the energy to guess what the relationship between the two was, so she lowered her head and added a few more sentences after Hua Xiaomo's written prescription, her gaze swept over the shapeless characters , pressing the corners of his lips.

The originally weak Wuyou suddenly opened his eyes wide, wriggling his blood-stained lips, as if eager to say something, but only a pitiful broken tone came out of his throat.

Looking up in horror, Hua Xiaomo stared at the tear-covered purple face in front of him, swallowed, the man became dumb.

The surrounding air suddenly froze, Qin Yi's slanted pupils were as cold as a knife, his face was gloomy, revealing a ferocious paranoia that was more terrifying than stubbornness, Hua Xiaomo was terrified when he saw it, and secretly put the sweat from his heart on his clothes wiped.

Some sympathetic looked at Wuyou, who looked crazy and couldn't speak, one person, one life, no one else could control him, so he could only fight against the sky by himself.

Lan Qi tidied up the medicine box, stood up and said, "My lord, if there's nothing wrong, we'll leave first."

Since there was no response, Lan Qi carried the medicine box and took Hua Xiaomo with the other hand to leave. The moment the door closed, he heard the sound of clothes being shredded inside the room.

Sighing in my heart, evil fate is also fate.

It wasn't until he left the backyard that Hua Xiaomo breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his face hard. He knew how much he weighed.