Everyday in shame [Comprehensive martial arts]

Shanglu, who did what he said, held up the newly drawn design drawing and smiled with satisfaction.

The pink and tender clothes are vivid on the paper, and Shang Lu can almost imagine Yuan Suiyun's delicate appearance in this shoulder dress.

The system that couldn't see the past said bitterly: "You are trying to die."

Shanglu raised his eyebrows and glanced at the system indifferently.

But in the next second, the system transformed into a golden light, which landed on the drawing, and said excitedly: "Add a little flower here! Cute~"

The talented painter's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly added a realistic and pink flower to the wide cuff.

All of a sudden, they laughed together.

System: "Worthy of being my host."

Shanglu: "As expected of me!"

For a while, there was only cheerful laughter in the women's clothing store at the foot of the mountain.

Shanglu gave a few more instructions to let the system quickly produce the clothes, and went up the mountain with peace of mind.

On the mountain, Xiao Yu'er dismissed a few big men in red clothes as usual, and immediately saw Doctor Qing Leng walking leisurely.

Glancing at Shanglu resentfully, Xiao Yu'er pointed to the room next to the cabin and said, "The medical clinic has been built, and you can have a consultation here in the future."

The implication is to let Shang Lu don't run outside all day, and there is still a cub at home waiting to be fed.

Shang Lu touched his nose guiltily, coughed lightly and said, "Very good."

The doctor in white nodded calmly, looked at the medical center with a pair of cold and calm eyes, and walked over.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw rows of medicine cabinets in the medical hall. There was a screen on the right side of the room, and there was a table and two stools walking inside.

Shang Lu sat on it, tested the height, and said, "There is one thing missing here."

Xiao Yu'er answered, "It's short of a plaque."

There should have been a plaque in Shanglu's medical hall, a beautiful and important plaque.

Shang Lu, who can write a few brush characters but is not good-looking, poked the system and said, "Here comes a big gift pack of brush characters."

The system resolutely collected a little shock value, and ruthlessly threw a set of calligraphy gifts to the host.

"A pen."

The doctor in white stood up, his voice was very calm, his thin white hands were raised slightly, his black hair was windless, and he glanced coldly at the little fish, as if thick ink had suddenly dispersed in the water, leaving behind There are no traces that are neither thick nor light.

The pen walks the dragon and snake.

In an instant, the three characters of "Shoubi Mountain" fell on the plaque like a knife and an axe.

The chilling sword intent came across, and Shang Lu was almost taken aback by the words he wrote.

Shanglu cried and said to the system: "Tong, if I had bound you earlier, I wouldn't have been beaten because of bad handwriting."

The poor cold doctor thought of the old man who forced him to write calligraphy with a tiger's face.

I don't want to worry about the host's sacking system silently giving my host a big ass every day.

"Good words, good sword intent."

The abrupt voice brought back Shanglu's thoughts, but made him subconsciously knock over the clear water on the side and land on the wooden plaque.

"Ding dong, congratulations to the host for triggering the additional function 'Dark Eyes'~"

Shanglu:! ! !

want to kill...

Turn around.

The eyes are as black as ink.

In a daze, Shanglu saw Ye Gucheng whose expression changed.

Suddenly, he fell into a cold embrace, and Shang Lu was momentarily distracted by the light and cold fragrance.

"I want to kick the sword fairy."

Shang Lu, who left only this sentence, fainted with resentment.

After regaining consciousness again, Shanglu could only see the thick fog and hear the faint panting.

Shanglu poked at the system with a cold face, and said, "I should have an explanation."

The swordsman in white narrowed his eyes slightly, and his sharp gaze seemed to be able to pierce deeply into his heart through the thick fog.

However, this time, Shanglu did not get a reply from the system.

Shanglu's lips were tightly pressed, and he straightened his cuffs unhurriedly. His fragile and fair neck seemed to be shining softly, and his jade-like face had an indifference that was more piercing than ice and snow.

There was another groan.

The doctor in white finally moved, he followed the sound, and the fog seemed to lighten a little.

A mahogany bed surrounded by white gauze suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

A white slender arm suddenly stretched out, and a faint blush fell on the fair skin, and there was a heart-shattering gasp next to the ear.

Shanglu recognized this arm.

The doctor in white opened his eyes wide and couldn't help taking a step back, but bumped into a man, a cold and gentle man.

Shang Lu didn't dare to call his name, his fingertips covered in his sleeves turned white, and his red lips were tightly pressed.

"Shanglu."

A deep and depressing voice sounded, with warm breath in his ears, and chaotic heartbeats behind him. Phytagoma straightened his back and his eyes trembled slightly.

"Shanglu."

The voice is near again.

The hot air sprayed on the fragile and fair neck, and Shang Lu felt a sense of crisis for no reason.

The doctor in white suddenly woke up, he sat up suddenly, and grabbed his sweaty neckline in horror and absurdity.

"Shanglu."

It's this voice again.

Shang Lu suddenly raised his head and saw Ye Gucheng frowning.

In a daze, the arm appeared again before Shanglu's eyes.

Ahhhhh!

The expression on Doctor Qing Leng's face was still indifferent, but there was a little ripple in his heart.

Shanglu suddenly jumped up and punched Ye Gucheng in the face.

"Sin!"

Ye Gucheng:! !

Shanglu cried and poked at the system, saying, "What did I see just now, what did I see?"

The system calmly picked its nose, and said, "Don't get excited, 'darkness in front of your eyes' is a precognitive dream, so many people can't meet it."

Shanglu: ...

The doctor in white lay on the bed with a numb face, his bright and dark eyes lost their brilliance, even his cold expression couldn't be maintained, and he became a somewhat collapsed expression.

The black hair spread out, and the snow-like skin was a little pale. His slender and white fingertips tightly held the light blue quilt. He moved his mouth, but he didn't say a word after all.

"Shanglu."

Ye Gucheng called again.

Shang Lu stared blankly at the sword fairy in white. The expression of the indifferent and lonely swordsman was still cold, but Shang Lu saw the worry in those eyes.

There was bright red blood left at the corner of the ruptured mouth, and Shang Lu thought of the terrible red mark on that arm again.

"You are my friend." Shanglu's voice was very weak.

There was no ups and downs, and Ye Gucheng suddenly grabbed Shanglu's wrist.

With his white wrist pressed against the bed, Ye Gucheng's eyes became heavy and dark, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "You are my friend."

Shang Lu's tense nerves finally relaxed, a burst of drowsiness struck, Shang Lu blinked his eyes, and fell asleep again under Ye Gucheng's worry.

In a trance, everything faded away.

Only the most familiar and least willing voice is left behind.

"Favorite...friend."

Shanglu's breathing suddenly became disordered, and before he had time to think about the meaning of his words, he fell into a deep sleep.