Everyday in shame [Comprehensive martial arts]

After seeing off the last old lady who touched Shanglu's right hand reluctantly to say goodbye, the two finally closed the stall.

The doctor in white stretched his waist with a cold face, and Xiao Yu'er consciously went to return the borrowed table.

Shang Lu said lightly: "It's getting dark, is there anything you want to eat?"

Xiao Yu'er, who returned the table and packed his things, glanced at Phytophthora who had been wearing a white coat all these days.

Dr. Shang is a good man, and he lives in poverty. As a friend, he shouldn't be embarrassed and spend money.

Xiao Yuer hesitated for a while, then said, "Sweet potatoes?"

Shanglu: ...

The doctor in white couldn't help but widen his eyes. He poked the system and said pleasantly, "This kid really saves money!"

Shang Lu patted Xiao Yu'er's head in relief.

The flattered doctor in white suddenly turned around and left.

As the sun set, the orange light fell on the white clothes, suddenly adding a lot of warmth.

"Follow."

The clear and shallow voice fell into Xiao Yu'er's heart, as if he saw the person who had been lost for two days that evening and suddenly came back from the sunset.

The night was already deep.

The calm Shanglu brought the expectant Xiao Yuer to the City Lord's Mansion.

"Ye Gucheng."

Shanglu called out.

The swordsman in white suddenly turned his head, his eyes widened a little.

After a long time, Ye Gucheng said indifferently: "Shanglu."

Shang Lu nodded, and was about to talk about Cengfan, but Ye Gucheng took his left hand and walked inside regardless.

Surprised Shang Lu only had time to glance at Xiao Yu'er, but saw the clever Xiao Yu'er staying where he was in surprise.

For a moment, Shang Lu fell into deep thought.

This kid really doesn't look very smart.

Xiao Yu'er, who was shocked that the poor doctor actually knew the Lord of Baiyun City: ...

Feeling like he missed something, Xiao Yu'er remembered the box from last night.

The clever little fish quickly shook his head.

Probably an illusion! !

And Shanglu side.

"Clap."

The urgent sound of closing the door brought back Shanglu's thoughts.

At this time, Ye Gucheng had already sat down, and the wound medicine and white cloth strips were placed on the table in front of him.

Shang Lu, who roughly guessed what Ye Gucheng was going to do, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Are you so sure that I will come to your house to change the medicine?"

Ye Gucheng paused for a while, and he took a serious look at Shanglu, his cold star-like eyes showed the persistence that a top swordsman should have.

"It would have come."

Shanglu wanted to laugh in his heart, but his face was still cold.

He said lightly, "I would have come over."

The two swordsmen looked at each other with imperceptible smiles in their eyes.

Some people should have met, some things should have been a good thing, as if a story should have made people happy.

Ye Gucheng said lightly: "Change the medicine."

When dealing with a swordsman friend with high martial arts skills, one should always be obedient.

The cold-faced doctor didn't say anything, and happily sat down on the chair beside Ye Gucheng.

"It's just a small injury."

Especially Ye Gucheng, who remembered Shanglu's deafening 'kill him', looked at Shanglu with a strange look.

As if understanding the meaning of Ye Gucheng's gaze, Shang Lu cleared his throat and said stiffly, "I just never thought that a swordsman would use his teeth instead of a sword."

Ye Gucheng picked up the wound medicine and paused for a while, then said: "He is not worthy of practicing swords."

This is reasonable, but Ye Gucheng came to this conclusion after seeing Gong Jiu only once, which made Shang Lu a little curious.

Could it be that Ye Gucheng's rebellion as written in the book has already involved Gong Jiu?

Shanglu frowned.

He said casually: "You have never fought against him, how do you know that he is not worthy of swordsmanship?"

Ye Gucheng's hand arranging the wound medicine paused for a while, but soon Ye Gucheng reacted, and Shang Lu couldn't tell whether this person had changed or not.

"Change the dressing." Ye Gucheng said lightly.

Shang Lu didn't move or speak, he just leaned on his chin and looked at Ye Gucheng calmly.

The bright and bright eyes blinked innocently, and Shanglu smiled after a long time.

The doctor in white sniffed the wound medicine, and said calmly: "This medicine is not as good as mine."

The medicine added musk, leopard bone, and grass aconitum. It is a good medicine for invigorating blood, but it is not as good as the medicine made by pokeweed.

However, the careful doctor also smelled a faint smell of blood at this time.

The smell is very light, hidden in the smell of medicine, making it difficult to detect.But Shanglu is a doctor, a very powerful doctor.

Shang Lu suddenly became serious, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice also became very serious.

"You are hurt."

Sharp eyes fell on Ye Gucheng's indifferent face, and Shang Lu's hand suddenly held Ye Gucheng's hand like lightning.

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for gaining a little shock value."

Shanglu didn't care about the system's broadcast at all, he just stared at Ye Gucheng with a pair of indifferent and serious eyes.

The slender white hands tightly held the strong wrists, and the white sleeves were intertwined. The breathing of the two people suddenly became close and chaotic.

Ye Gucheng's eyes finally met Shanglu's eyes seriously, and soon, the cold-faced swordsman closed his eyes decisively.

The orange lights danced, the white satin was scattered aside, and the wound medicine in the white porcelain bottle also scattered out.

After a long time, Ye Gucheng said, "It's not my blood."

Shanglu breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his hand naturally.

Ye Gucheng's hands were tightly clenched into fists, he turned his eyes away, not to look at Shanglu's red lips, fair skin, and ink-like eyes.

He said lightly, "Apply the medicine."

Some things cannot be said a fourth time.

Shang Lu obediently unbuttoned his clothes, exposing his right shoulder.

The white cloth was wrapped around the snow-white shoulders, and for a while, it was impossible to tell whether it was human white or cloth white.

Ye Gucheng's eyes dimmed a bit.

Shang Lu skillfully untied the white cloth, and said lightly: "The wound has scabbed over, it's not a big deal."

Sixteen teeth marks were clearly printed on the right shoulder, and the pink skin had just healed on it, but the spot was still red and swollen, obviously not complete.

Ye Gucheng's already cold face became even more indifferent, he took the plaster, and gently placed Shanglu's right shoulder with his slender fingers.

Suddenly, the warm hand pressed down heavily, and the pain made Phytophthora shiver.

Phytolaca, who was holding back tears forcibly:! !

"It hurts."

Calmly looking at Shanglu's calling system: ...

Live it!

"It's already scabbed, isn't it a big deal?"

Ye Gucheng's voice was very cold, his eyes were more terrifying than the sea surface when the storm first broke out, as if it would rain heavily at any moment.

Shanglu, who was about to jump up, suddenly became scared when he heard this.

The doctor in white was enduring the pain and sat solemnly, his brows and eyes seemed to be stained with frost, as if the cry of pain just now was just a joke.

His hand moved slightly, and he said coldly, "It's just a small injury."

The cold Sword Immortal sighed, in the end he relaxed his movements and expression.

There is always that one person in this world who makes you helpless and speechless.