Dry Dream

Incomparable.His smell was still as delicious, as enticing.I will remember this wonderful taste with my heart, it will soon become a memory.

No, maybe as Ziluo said, he won't dislike me.I can still stay by his side like before, and he will still love me very much.

Maybe I'm just thinking too much, maybe the wound on my face won't leave an ugly scar, maybe Master Easter will heal me.

174. Ugly

Post time: 07/072010

I greedily sucked the taste of Ziluo, but Ziluo suddenly left my lips.I frowned eagerly, but couldn't move.Ziluo shook her head, pointed at the tip of my nose and said, "Hey, you are still hurt, we will have plenty of time to make out in the future." After that, he gently laid me down and tucked in the quilt, "Go to bed early , sleep more and the injury can heal quickly and grow well."

"Don't go! I don't want to sleep yet, let's talk!" I said loudly anxiously, and my tone couldn't help being very tough.

Ziluo was stunned for a moment, and I was also stunned.I am afraid that except the emperor, no one would dare to speak to Ziluo in such a tone.

"Oh, little guy, you've grown your temper." Ziluo smiled curiously and squeezed my right cheek.

"I, I can't move yet!" I simply smashed my can and broke it. This is a rare last chance to act like a baby to Ziluo, so it doesn't matter if I will be willful once.

"Okay, I'll dredge your meridians, and you can say whatever you want." Ziluo took the empty bowl from the stool and put it on the table, and returned to sit in front of the kang, with one hand burrowed into the quilt and covered my quilt. On my chest, a gentle and strong internal force slowly entered my meridians.

I looked at Ziluo for a moment, with a warm smile on his face.There is warm love in his eyes, and my face wrapped in rice dumplings is reflected in the big and energetic pupils.

All I could see on my face was a red and swollen right eye and the right half of my lip.And the exposed half of her cheeks were swollen, making her look a lot fatter.

It's ugly.

"Why are you staring at me like this?" Ziluo lowered her face, rubbing the tip of her nose against mine, "Aren't you trying to talk to me?"

"Since Master Ismo is not from the Valley of Impermanence, why did he appear here to heal me?" I asked.

"Uh..." Ziluo pondered for a while, rolled his eyes and looked at me and said, "Actually, that Ismo has ulterior motives for me, we just use each other. Spy on my every move. This time, he probably heard about the encirclement and suppression of the rebel army, so he followed. Fortunately, he followed and saved your face in time, otherwise the left half of your face might rot."

"That Mr. Moore, why did he help you cheat Eastmo's snow lotus elixir to me?" I asked again.

"..." Ziluo opened her eyes wide and looked away, her lips puckered together in a weird way.I looked at him quietly, waiting for his answer.

After a while, Ziluo turned back to look at me and said, "He has something in my hands, so he has to listen to me."

"Really?" I couldn't believe it.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." Ziluo's expression was a little unnatural, "You little brat, why did you suddenly become so caring? It's the same sentence, put your mind on how to please me and serve me well That's enough, don't think about it!"

I turned my head and looked at the dark window lattice, always feeling that something was wrong.Is there something Ziluo is hiding from me?

Hey, forget it, since he doesn't want me to know, why should I make him unhappy by asking the bottom line.

"Okay baby, it's not good for the wound if you talk too much now, go to bed early." Ziluo kissed my cheek and said, "I'll wait until you fall asleep before leaving."

I hurriedly turned my face and said, "Let's sleep together."

"No, sleeping together will touch your injury." Ziluo immediately refused, "Hey, go to sleep, you must be tired after talking for so long."

I blinked, and stretched out my hand to touch Ziluo's face with great effort.The stubble on his face became thicker, lining half of his face with gray and gray.

I'm afraid there is no chance to shave Ziluo.

Ziluo smiled warmly, reached out to hold my hand and kissed it, then gently stuffed my hand back into the bed.I was indeed tired, and slowly fell asleep under the gentle caress of Ziluo's warm palm...

Ziluo left early in the morning with the Wuchanggu disciples.My soul seemed to have followed Ziluo, and I sat on the kang for a long time in a daze.At noon, a soldier came in to serve me porridge, but for some reason, I suddenly became angry and beat the soldier out of the house with my palm.

Yun Qingtong came over after hearing the news and fed me porridge himself.Naturally, I didn't dare to do anything to him, so I had to be patient.After eating a bowl of porridge, Yun Qingtong comforted me and said that if I am really irritable, I might as well meditate, which can also make the injury heal faster.

I followed Yun Qingtong's advice and put on a padded robe to meditate on the kang.Although it was very difficult to calm down, at least I was able to enter samadhi.

After eating a bowl of ginseng porridge in the evening, Moore came with a medicine box on his back.Strangely, after seeing him enter the room, my mood improved inexplicably.

Moore wore a mask and couldn't see his expression. He came in and saluted me.I felt his eyes full of smiles, so I also smiled back.

He came over and sat down in front of the kang, put the medicine box aside, and jokingly said: "I heard that the general is very upset today, is it because the sweetheart left?"

My face felt hot, and I lowered my head in embarrassment. This movement was a little strong, and it touched the wound, causing me to break out in a cold sweat.

Seeing my distressed look, Moore said with regret: "I have overstepped, I shouldn't make fun of the general, so I will change the medicine for the general."

I slowly raised my head and said, "No, it's okay, it's not in the way."

Moore's hands were delicate and fair, not like those of a martial artist.His movements are gentle and capable, and will not make me feel very painful. He is obviously a person who has practiced medicine for many years.Why does a person as long and meticulous as him have such an ugly voice?Could it be due to injury?

While thinking wildly, I slowly stretched out my hand and gently pinched the edge of his mask's lower jaw.Moore still prescribed the medicine for me, and didn't intend to stop me.I was even more curious, so I wanted to lift the mask to see the real face.

"General, our Aruo people have a rule that we must wear our masks once we go far away. Anyone who takes off our masks has only two choices, either kill him or marry him."

Moore's words were like a thorn that stung my finger.I just saw a trace of white and tender chin,

He withdrew his hand as if it was burning.I don't want to die at all right now.

"If I really take off your mask, will you really kill me?" I stared at him in shock and asked.

"Why did the general say that?" Moore's voice hid a smile: "Why didn't the general ask me if I would really marry the general?"

"Hehe," I said dryly, "I already have a sweetheart..."

"Of course I know." Moore continued, "If I don't want to kill the general, and the general doesn't want to marry me, I can only apologize by myself."

"Don't worry, I will never touch your mask again." I said something immediately before Moore's words fell to the ground.

Curiosity kills people!

"Hehehe..." Moore laughed lowly, his hoarse voice was even more ugly because of the laughter.

175. Later, later

Post time: 07/082010

Curious, is his face the opposite of his throat, a very pretty face?

"General, these are the only three snow lotus elixirs I have. Give them to the general for healing." Moore whispered, and took out a small wooden box from his arms and put it in my hand.

I stared into his eyes, and when I felt those tender fingers touch mine, I immediately reached out and took his hand.This hand is so soft, tender and cool, as if it were made of water.

"Tell me, since your qinggong is so superb, why don't you have calluses like martial arts practitioners on your hands?" I pulled him in front of me and couldn't stop stroking the soft hand in my hand.

"I'm just practicing the lightness kung fu that my master taught me, and I haven't practiced any martial arts." Moore's voice was very soft, he perched in front of me docilely, and stretched out his hand to gently stroke the right half of my face.

"Did Ziluo ask you for this snow lotus elixir?" I asked again.There is an impulse in my heart, an impulse to hold this Moore in my arms.

"The general shouldn't give this precious thing to others. Master, he won't refine this kind of medicine anymore." Moore seemed to be alert, his eyes slanted towards the door, and he withdrew to distance himself from me.

There was the sound of footsteps and armor colliding outside the door, and I hurriedly let go of my hand and took a step back.

Damn it!As soon as Ziluo left, I had a wrong heart for this invisible person, really shameless!

Moore stood up and packed the medicine box, then saluted me and said, "I will take my leave, and I will come back to change the medicine for the general tomorrow at this time."

I looked up at Moore, Moore stopped talking, turned around and left leisurely.

Shaking his head slowly, he was too abnormal today.He lowered his head to look at the wooden box in his hand, opened the lid, and there were three snow lotus elixir lying quietly inside.

Is it because Yinluo tricked Eastmo's snow lotus elixir for me, so that Eastmo no longer refines this kind of elixir?

Ismo must be a barbarian, and Moore is also a barbarian. Why did they come to Daqi to settle down?

While pondering, he picked up a snow lotus elixir and put it in his mouth, the fragrance was refreshing in his mouth.Because it was inconvenient to chew things, I swallowed the elixir whole, and then crossed my knees into samadhi.

This night, fleeting...

With the Snow Lotus Holy Pill, it was really different. In just one night, my left side of the face was no longer painful.In the evening, Moore came to change my dressing, saying that after taking the three snow lotus elixir, my wounds would heal.

I just thanked him and stopped talking to him or being close to him.feel my coldness, mo