[comprehensive] son ​​of a dandy

The dude was seriously injured, and when he arrived in the city, he had already fallen asleep, whether he passed out or fell asleep.Even the coachman didn't respond at all to get him out of the car. The young man thought he was really dead.

Anyway, he was only half-breathed, so he simply made people toss, and it would be a dead word to ignore it anyway.

The young man has always been a person who does not eat the fireworks of the world, so naturally he will not take care of this annoying dude himself.He threw the angry dandy to the poor coachman, shut himself in the room, and took a comfortable bath.

He is a very clean person. He is said to be naturally beautiful, but beauty is a fragile thing that needs careful care.Most of the beauties in the world are made of gold.He was young and poor, and when he tasted the taste of power, it was really difficult to stick to his heart.

The young man washed himself up and down several times, only to feel that the vague smell of blood lingering at the tip of his nose was finally covered by the soap.

Stepping out of the bathtub with slender and straight legs, he just walked around the room naked.Drops of water slid down the elegant back, and the long black hair like sandalwood wetly hung down, sticking to the waist and hanging down to the thighs, outlining a straight arc.

The young man climbed onto the bed with his body wet, and began to meditate with his legs crossed.

His martial arts seem to be very unusual.Under normal circumstances, the internal force travels through the meridians, and the human body will become hot, just because the internal force drives the flow of the blood vessels.Therefore, if you practice martial arts well, your body will also improve. Not only will your qi and blood look rosy, but your eyes and ears will also become clear.

But the young man practiced kung fu, the more he adjusted his breath, the colder his body became.In the end, there was a bit of cold air on the top of the head, hoarfrost hung on the brows, the tender pink lips were frozen blue, and the water droplets on the body turned into round smoothies.As soon as he got up, crystal clear ice beads fell all over the ground.

The young man's skin was pale from the cold, and he looked even scarier than the badly injured dude.He lowered his head to look at the thin ice covering his palm, and suddenly he grasped his fist, and thin icicles leaked out from between his fingers.

Lips livid with cold raised slightly, revealing a cold smile: "Let me do it!" With a wave of his hand, he swept the vase by the bed on the ground, his voice seemed to be filled with endless hatred.

Probably because there was a lot of movement in the house, the next second, the very conscientious coachman appeared outside the door and knocked on the door lightly, with doubts in his voice: "Master Xiang?"

In order to take care of the female guests, dowry and bronze mirrors are specially prepared in the inn.The things in the inn are naturally not as exquisite as the ones used by the owner. The bronze mirror has long since lost its brilliance, and when you get close, you can only see a blurred outline.

The young man didn't care, he looked at his hazy face in the mirror expressionlessly, and slowly put on his clothes.It was obviously his own face, but he looked at the bronze mirror with a frightening expression, as if he hated this beautiful face.

"Master Xiang?"

Seeing that there was no answer in the room, the coachman knocked on the door again, but this time the voice was a little anxious: "What happened?"

"It's okay!" The young man replied coldly with a wooden face: "It's just a broken vase." After he fastened the last button, he flicked his hair with his hands, and the frost on the hair fell down: "Come in and clean up."

The coachman was stunned outside the door: This eccentric master never allowed him to enter the room, why today...

He only hesitated for a moment, then reached out to push the door and entered the room, bent down and slowly picked up the broken porcelain on the ground.He lowered his head, not daring to look around, and stared at the ground obediently, as if flowers were growing on the floor.

"Where's that person?" The young man dipped a comb in sesame oil expressionlessly and combed his hair.

The coachman bowed his head respectfully and picked up the tiles: "The little one treated his wound, it's in the next room."

The coachman lowered his head, saw a smear of blood on his cuff, and secretly cursed: That young master has a really big temper.In the middle of applying the medicine, he suddenly woke up, moved around dishonestly, dripping blood all over the floor.

It was the first time in his life that the driver saw such a "lively" person after being so seriously injured and bleeding so much.He thinks that he has seen a lot in his life, but looking at it now: Sure enough, there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky...

"He's really difficult to serve..." The coachman inadvertently said what was in his heart.

He was startled, and hurriedly looked at the young man's face.Fortunately, after hearing this low-pitched complaint, the young man didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows that were too slender.

The soft black hair was neatly tied up with fingers, and the little finger hooked the headband and tied it in a beautiful knot, making her look even more youthful and handsome.He changed into a soft robe, with long fluttering hair, and gorgeous eyebrows that were a bit feminine, he looked like a woman in men's clothes.

The coachman glanced at it inadvertently, almost staring blankly, and even stopped the movement of his hands.

The young man folded his sleeves, as if he didn't notice the astonishing gaze, he casually asked, "Does it look good?"

The coachman paused, and quickly lowered his head: "This subordinate dare not!" His fingers trembled, and he looked anxiously at the porcelain in his hand.

The snow-white boots passed in front of his eyes: "Next time, don't take this pair of tricks!" The world always pays attention to the beautiful appearance, but never thinks about what is hidden under that beautiful face thing……

The coachman's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly fell to the ground, buried his head deeply, and said in panic, "This subordinate deserves death!" Although his master was beautiful, he had a bad temper.Not only is it bad, it can be described as weird!Some people die without realizing where they have offended them.

Thinking of this, cold sweat suddenly broke out on the coachman's forehead.

Fortunately, the young man didn't seem to care about him, and walked out of the room without stopping, leaving only a sneer in the room...

Next room.

The dandy's clothes were ripped off by the coachman, and he was lying on the bed with his upper body naked. The horrible wounds on his body were covered with strange ointments, which made him look as if he had just rolled in the mud a few times.He lay on his back weakly, staring blankly at the unrecognizable chart of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea carved on the top of the bed.

'Squeak' The door opened, and the dude hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, as childish as a child.

The young man didn't care, he sat by the bed and stared at his face quietly: "Others say that in the world, except for the dead, there is only one kind of person who can't be woken up." He continued, "That's the person pretending to be asleep."

Looking at the dandy's calm face, the young man curled his lips and said softly, "Do you think so?"

The sound dissipated, and the room was silent.The dude closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep very seriously...

The young man stretched out his hand, touched his smooth side face, and looked at him sullenly: "I don't know who you are, and I don't know why you came to me..."

"only……"

"Master Ren has given me the poison of opportunism, and no one knows about it except me and him." The young man's face was hidden in the shadows that the candlelight couldn't reach, and he looked sinister: "So... Are you the one who lets me go!"

Ren Woxing was too suspicious and asked him to balance the power in the sect, but he was afraid that his family's dominance would threaten his position, so he bet on him early.

He did this in secret, and even the young man himself only realized something was wrong with his body a few days ago.There are many people with excellent medical skills in Jianghu, but it is a bit unimaginable to know that this person has been poisoned at a glance, and what kind of poison he has been poisoned.Even Ping Yizhi, who is known as a 'famous murder doctor', doesn't have this ability.

The young man never doubted that this dude would harm him - he was really seriously injured, if he met him half an hour later, he would really be a dead person.Who would risk their life just to be near him?He himself didn't feel that he had this weight.

What the young man guessed was: this dude, like himself, is a pawn to do whatever he wants.He would be hurt like this, probably because he aroused Ren Woxing's suspicion and escaped by chance when he was silenced.Three thousand ants can eat elephants, if the two of them join hands...

Wan Dan has always been a person who is very afraid of trouble, and he doesn't know anything about doing anything.In his cognition, with such a ostentatious name, he is either a little guy or a big shot.But looking at the young man's martial arts, it doesn't look like he is very powerful...

In order not to get himself involved in the strange Jianghu disputes, the dandy simply continued to lie on the bed with his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep, as if he didn't even want to answer the young man's question.

The room was so quiet that one could hear the obsequious laughter of the innkeeper downstairs.

After a while, the young man lost his patience: "You don't want to say?" He suddenly grabbed the dude by the neck and looked at him fiercely: "Do you really think that I dare not kill you?"

"I really think so!" After being tossed like this, the dude finally opened his eyes.

He was lying on the bed with his shirtless arms stretched out, with a sloppy look on his face, and he was fearless in the face of the youth's threats.Seeing his serious expression, Wandan frowned, and said impatiently: "I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and I came to ask the young master about something that I didn't have at all. Sure enough, pretty people don't have a good brain." Expression: "Master, I'm very busy, what the hell do I do? Haven't even heard of it, okay?!" After finishing speaking, he raised the corners of his lips and looked at the young man with a half-smile, completely forgetting that his appearance was not bad at all. people.

The coachman was still very conscientious, and even wiped his face before dragging the dude to the bed. The face that was washed away from dust and blood was as delicate as a painting.

Dandy has a effeminate face.The brows are deep, quite exotic, and the long eyelashes are like a small fan.The skin is as smooth as jade, and it is a bit pale because of the lack of sunlight.Compared with youth, she is more aggressive and less feminine.The fine and silky black hair spread out on the mattress, and it even set off the sharp and thin chin as white as snow.

It's a pity that no matter how good-looking he is, he is just a useless dude.The young man frowned, and the gap between his brows sank deeply: "Oh?"

In the flickering candlelight, he suddenly laughed...

In the Jianghu, is there someone who doesn't know the famous leader Ren?Now, he was almost sure that the dude was lying.

The young man has a pair of elegant hands—fingers are slender and crystal clear like white jade.

It's just... when the beautiful fingertips pinched into the bony wound on the dandy's waist, and after turning it around twice, the white fingers were stained with blood, looking flirtatious and weird.

Under such inhuman torture, even though he was seriously injured just now, the dandy with an arrogant face broke out in cold sweat, even though he clenched his teeth tightly, he couldn't stop the pain from his throat.

Red blood was squeezed out, and the sharp nails cut through the flesh and fiddled with the tender flesh in the wound.It gave him the illusion that the finger had penetrated into his cavity, intending to disembowel him.

Dandy gripped the mattress under her body tightly, and bit her bruised lower lip.If others were treated like this, I'm afraid they would have started crying long ago.But he didn't like it, and even looked at the young man with a pair of peach blossom eyes, staring wide open.

The wound on the side of the waist almost ran through the entire abdomen, and the young man's fingertips seemed to touch the bone, but the dandy still didn't say a word.It's tough!The young man smiled coldly, and finally pulled his finger out of the wound.

The weak dandy was speechless, his face was pale, his head rested on the bedpost, as if he had lost his breath.

The young man wiped off the blood on his fingers with the well-maintained face of the dandy, and whispered in his ear: "I have always been an impatient person, if you dare to lie to me...what will happen to you? Understand?"

Between the opening and closing of the lips, the exhalation was like blue, and the smoke made the base of the ear like a dull white jade itchy.

When the young man finally left the room, the dude who seemed to have passed out on the bed took a few breaths.He raised his head, his forehead covered with cold sweat.The beautiful peach eyes stared fiercely at the door, and cursed in a low voice: "Sure enough, good-looking people are the most annoying! Huluopingyang was bullied by dogs, little bastard, you wait for me, and I will get well... "

"I won't be called Tang Wule if I don't get the venue back!"