Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

Yan Shijun was hugged by Shen Chichuan all the way, walked through the entire trail, turned countless turns, passed several gates of halls, and walked all the way to the Hall of Nights.Nestled in his arms, Yan Shijun felt as if Shen Chichuan had taken half his life for the usual journey of only a stick of incense, and it would never end.

However, Shen Chichuan carried him around halfway through the Luoxiao Palace, even if it was embarrassing, it was completely embarrassing.

Shen Chichuan carried him to the Palace of Never Nights. The guard at the gate saw the leader's return, and was about to greet him respectfully. He walked in to the person who happened to be in Shen Chichuan's arms, and immediately froze in place, even kneeling down. Forgot all.

For a moment, he doubted his vision—the leader actually came back with a person in his arms?

You must know that let alone seeing Shen Chichuan holding someone in his arms, even a living thing can't get close to him. The only thing that can hold him in his arms is wine, except for the sword.

Shen Chichuan seemed to be in a good mood, without even looking at the petrified guards, he walked straight to his room after passing the gate of the Palace of Never Nights.Yan Shijun covered his face, looked through a finger, and was taken aback for a moment.

This is not the way back to the room, where is this going?

He looked along the route, and the end of the road was Shen Chichuan's bedroom.

Yan Shijun's heart skipped a beat: Could it be that Shen Chichuan wanted to take advantage of the darkness to do something unsuitable for children?

Suddenly felt a tightness in the backyard.

"Where is the leader taking me?" Yan Shijun didn't even cover his face, he grabbed his underwear with both hands and pulled it in the middle, "I'm a man from a good family, you can't force me in the middle of the night! "

Shen Chichuan was amused by his brain circuit that could spare three circles of the earth, and gave him a look like a fool: "Do you have medicine in your room?"

"Medicine?" Yan Shijun lowered his eyes, and only then noticed the scars on his exposed forearm and calf. It may be that he scratched his skin when he fell in the fire, and drew a few bloodstains.

Even Yan Shijun didn't notice it himself, when did Shen Chichuan notice it?

Shen Chichuan entered the bedroom, put him on the mattress, and went to get the medicine himself.

When Yan Shijun saw that he came back with the medicine, he thought it was for himself, and reflexively wanted to take it: "Thank you... huh?"

Unexpectedly, Shen Chichuan dodged his outstretched hand, and grabbed Yan Shijun's arm in his hand.

Shen Chichuan wanted to give him the medicine himself.

Yan Shijun's other hand hidden behind him couldn't help but grabbed the soft quilt under his body. This was the first time that Yan Shijun, who had always been shameless, felt... nervous.

He watched the slender and smooth long fingers clinging to Yan Shijun's skin, and the fine calluses from years of sword practice rubbed against his skin, as if a current flowed along the contact area to his heart. , itchy, and implied an indescribable feeling.

This Ruantan, who no one dared to get close to except Shen Chichuan, was sitting under Yan Shijun's butt generously at this moment.Shen Chichuan was sitting next to him, and Yan Shijun took the courage to look at Shen Chichuan. The other party was carefully cleaning the wound on Yan Shijun's forearm with lowered eyes, and his black hair was half hanging. It happened to be from this angle It was his strong nose bridge, and his half-pursed lips were soft and delicate.

really nice.

When he was serious, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light filter, and the whole person did not look like the big devil Shen Chichuan, but instead had the gentleness of Qing Confucianism like Zhilan Yushu and the breeze supporting the moon .

"Ah—it hurts!"

After cleaning the wound, Shen Chichuan began to bandage him, using a little bit of strength in his hands, and Yan Shijun screamed out in pain.

"Why are you so delicate." Shen Chichuan frowned, and complained impatiently, but the strength in his hand was unknowingly much weaker...

A warm current surged in Yan Shijun's heart—Shen Chichuan would care about a person so meticulously.

After the wound on the forearm was treated, Shen Chichuan lowered his head and wanted to help him treat the wound on his leg. Yan Shijun knew that it would be very rare for the cold-faced leader to bandage his forearm, so he no longer had the cheek to ask him to bandage it I want to straighten my calf: "I will do it myself..."

"do not move!"

Shen Chichuan gave a low shout, and Yan Shijun immediately stopped still, allowing Shen Chichuan to lift his calf, put it on his own, and gently opened his trouser legs.The wound on the calf was much more serious. It is not known whether he forcibly opened the door of the secret room or accidentally suffered the injury when he inhaled too much smoke and fell down. The blood from the wound was already stained with the material of the clothes.When Shen Chichuan tore off the cloth attached to his calf, even though he tried his best to reduce his strength, the pain was still so painful that Yan Shijun gasped.

Shen Chichuan looked at his calf, his brows almost turned into a Himalayan mountain range, Yan Shijun saw that his complexion was not good-looking, and carefully tried to pull his foot back: "Why don't I do it by myself, and I won't bother the leader. "

Shen Chichuan grabbed Yan Shijun's half-drawn foot, pulled it back gently, and pulled it back to the original point: "Be honest!"

Yan Shijun was pitiful: I was the one who got hurt, so why am I being scolded?

Shen Chichuan raised his eyes and looked outside the door. Xing Yu was still in the library, and there were only hidden guards outside the door.

Shen Chichuan called out with inner strength: "Come here."

After a while, a dark guard in black appeared at the door: "This subordinate is here."

"Call the doctor."

The dark guard did not squint, did not raise his head to look up from the beginning to the end, and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

Immediately disappeared outside the door.

But after a while, the doctor rushed over with a gray face and a medicine box on his back, but he didn't know that he had just stepped into the door, and there was another person who came along with him——Yin Banyan.

Yin Banyan didn't even report, because Xing Yu wasn't here at this time, and no one had the guts to stop him, so Yin Banyan followed Langzhong directly into the Palace of Wuye, and saw that the soft couch was covered in ashes Yan Shijun, who was lying reclined with his tunic on, had his leg resting on Shen Chichuan's lap.

Yin Banyan staggered and almost fell to the ground: "Teach... the leader?"

Shen Chichuan was impatient: "Who asked you to come?"

Yin Banyan forced a smile, and said dryly: "I just heard that the leader is back, and I called the doctor. I thought the leader was injured, so I was worried and wanted to come and see..."

Shen Chichuan: "This seat is not injured, you have seen it, and it is time to go back."

"Master... you and Mr. Yan are..."

Seeing that he misunderstood, Yan Shijun hurriedly wanted to explain: "I was just injured, and the leader helped me bandage that's why..."

Shen Chichuan raised his eyelids, and took a cold look at Yin Banyan: "I have seen him take him as a concubine before, so what's wrong with him appearing in the Palace of Never Night?"

Yan Shijun: Ah, this...

Hierarch, your words are a bit too ambiguous, right?