Inscription of Different Cases

Han Lang committed a serious crime this time.

When he escaped, there were Gu bees on his back, so he had no choice but to burn it with fire, which scalded his back except for bee sores and burning blisters, and the pain was excruciating.The rest of the arresters were similar, only the Lin family didn't know if it was luck or something, but nothing happened.The useless celestial master was even more so. After waking up, he yelled in a daze: "Monster, watch the sword!"

Han Lang was eager to give him a sword.

The Lin family's mansion was destroyed, and that place became a "ghost land" that many people dare not approach, because every night, someone would always hear the buzzing of bees there.Lin Xieyuan also failed to escape the fate of being imprisoned, but the Lin family survived the catastrophe, so they looked away.The Lin family's mistress also brought a bunch of supplements to visit Han Lang on the sickbed, and thanked him so much that she almost knelt down and kowtowed.

Lin Xieyuan was locked in the prison all the time, and the rest left Anping a few days later, and finally disappeared.

While Han Lang was recovering from his injuries, there was one less person by his side.He Yijiu hadn't been back for a long time, even if he showed up, he just brought him something, sat for a while and then got up to leave.Han Lang originally thought that he would be reprimanded for being injured this time, but He Yijiu only prescribed medicine for him, told him to pay attention to rest, and then left the house.

Most of Han Lang's three meals a day were delivered by He Yijiu's subordinates. Those little gangsters were stupid, and they didn't answer any questions. They nodded and bowed to report after delivery, and then ran away.Han Lang also told He Yijiu that if he was busy, there was no need to take care of himself like this. He didn't have a broken arm or a lame leg, so there was no need.But He Yijiu flatly refused, with the reason: "I am willing, and it has nothing to do with you."

Why is this man so overbearing?Han Lang thought helplessly.

Whenever Han Lang asked him what he was busy with, he didn't answer directly. After repeated several times, Han Lang stopped asking, but he always felt empty.He felt that something was different about He Yijiu, but when he recalled carefully, he couldn't remember when it started.What was even more abnormal was himself. He suddenly realized that He Yijiu had penetrated into every aspect of his life, so that he would recall her shadow in everything about basic necessities of life.And several times, when he got angry because of this state, He Yijiu appeared just right.

"Miss me?" He Yijiu came in cheerfully, put his arms around his shoulders and blew into his ears, Han Lang pushed him away, and shouted, "What are you crazy about?"

He Yijiu looked indifferent, waved his hands, and began to put the things in the food box on the table.It's been a while since the two of them sat together for a meal, and there was no gap when they talked, and they still laughed and scolded endlessly when they were talking, just like two confidants with similar temperaments.

He Yijiu said that there was a new shop opened in the east of the city, and the roast duck in it was delicious, so he specially bought it for Han Lang to try.After finishing speaking, he directly broke off the duck leg and handed it over. Han Lang couldn't move his hand for a while, so he moved up to take a bite out of the opponent's movement.It really tasted good, the skin was crispy, and the marinade inside was rich. Han Lang's cheeks were so stuffed that he didn't have time to talk, so he could only nod repeatedly, which amused He Yijiu.

"I got rice grains on my chin."

Han Lang immediately raised his hand to wipe, but he wiped it several times without getting anywhere.He Yijiu laughed at his stupidity, put down his chopsticks and leaned over to help him twirl away the rice grains, then put his finger in his mouth and sucked it lightly.This completely unconscious little action made Han Lang's ears turn red. He didn't understand why he was shy, but suddenly felt that He Yijiu's action was inexplicably provocative.The moment their eyes met, Han Lang felt his heart tremble suddenly, so frightened that he looked away in a panic, and didn't look up again for a long time.

"What's wrong with you?" He Yijiu asked, "Not to your liking?"

"No," Han Lang waved his hand, "it's nothing."

He Yijiu looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing.

In the evening he was leaving again, and changed Han Lang's medicine before leaving.Han Lang lay on the bed with his upper body bare, grabbed a soft pillow and buried his face in it, He Yijiu's hand was walking on his back with the cold ointment.The wound was scarred, and it was surprisingly itchy, and goose bumps all over his body after being touched like this.Han Lang didn't last long before he couldn't help laughing, trembling all over, almost rolled out of bed.He Yijiu held his shoulder firmly, and scolded with a smile: "You fucking don't move!"

"I don't want to make a fuss—hahahaha don't touch that side!" Han Lang's voice was trembling, "Hurry up, hurry up, I can't take it anymore—"

He Yijiu couldn't hold back anymore, the corners of his mouth curled up, and an ambiguous look flashed in his eyes.After finally changing the medicine, Han Lang was sweating all over, lying on the bed directly and didn't want to move.He Yijiu suddenly bent down and bit his smooth and round shoulder blade hard.

Han Lang almost jumped up: "What are you doing?"

"Let you move around," He Yijiu snorted and said with a laugh, "I rubbed the medicine all over my body, it stinks to death."

"That's not necessary—"

Before Han Lang finished shouting, he was suddenly choked by He Yijiu's expression.He Yijiu's eyes were hot, making him itchy all over, like countless ants were crawling.Then the man stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his upper lip slowly. He licked so obscenely that it was like throwing a firecracker directly in Han Lang's mind, blowing him unconscious.

"you--"

His tongue was tied, he didn't know what he was going to say, he watched He Yijiu get up to pack his things like a fool, then smiled and said to him: "I'll see you next time."

Then there was a knock on the door.

Han Lang's brain finally moved, and he subconsciously wailed, and buried himself tightly in the quilt.what happened?Is he crazy or He Yijiu?What the hell happened just now?There was a buzzing in his mind, as if countless armies were fighting inside, with corpses strewn across the field.Countless messy thoughts piled up together, and he asked himself repeatedly, what's wrong, what's wrong?

Changing the dressing earlier made him sweat all over, but now he was tired after another toss.He fell asleep in this position alone, feeling like he had a lot of dreams at night, and he couldn't remember any of them clearly.When he woke up, the sky was bright, he straightened up, staring at his quilt for a long time.The wound on his back has healed much, but he still remembers the feeling of He Yijiu's hand resting on it, carrying the other's body temperature, sliding down inch by inch along the spine, like being brushed by a feather, and like a kitten's tongue, itching Silky.

then……

He found his little brother spirited.

"...Bastard!" Han Lang slammed his head against the wall, like a stubborn donkey with nowhere to go, repeatedly torturing his forehead.He didn't use much force, the cold temperature of the wall gave him a feeling of relief, he simply jumped out of bed and rushed into the patio with bare feet, scooped up the cold water in the water tank and poured it directly on his body.It was not yet summer, and when the wind blew, he would shiver with cold, and the thing would naturally soften.He leaned against the wall alone, panting heavily, and twisted his arm a few times.After such a fuss, the whole person can be regarded as somewhat awake.

Crazy, must be crazy.Wiping the drops of water off his face, he felt that he had never been so embarrassed.Another gust of cool wind blew, and he sneezed suddenly, shrinking his neck from the cold.Another stumbling trot, he returned to the house, turned around and saw the water stains and footprints left by himself, bowed his head and cursed an even worse curse.

In the next few days, he kept echoing this sentence in his mind: what happened to him, why did he have desire for He Yijiu?He doesn't think this kind of thinking is normal, he must be confused, how could he have such a sick idea, to covet a man?He has been out of his mind for the past few days, and once he fell into thinking, he couldn't help but want to slap himself twice. Once Ah Bao saw him standing in an empty corner, with his forehead against the pillar next to him, and he was still muttering. He thought he had a fever and burned himself out.

"Boss, are you okay?" He leaned over cautiously, observing Han Lang's expression, "Do you want to call a doctor?"

"No, no, no," Han Lang waved his hand to drive him away, "something bothering me."

A Bao wanted to ask more details, but he angrily drove him away.

He Yijiu never showed up, he only asked his subordinates to deliver medicine and meals, and never showed up.Han Lang wished he could not see him, lest he would think wildly and do something unbelievable.It wasn't until three days later that he calmed down, but he didn't figure it out, he just used the way he had long been accustomed to, and completely forgot about it.

Like those ghosts, when they don't exist.

But is this really good?

The problem was not solved, it was just buried in my heart and forcibly forgotten.But they didn't disappear, just like balls of rotten cotton wool, they could only go in and out, and they piled up more and more until his heart and brain were completely blocked.In fact, he himself knew that if he continued like this, he would only be killed by these rotten cotton wool, like throwing a little spark the size of a sesame seed, and then with a "boom", the flames would ignite.

How far is Mars from him?

When He Yijiu reappeared, it was already ten days later.In the middle of May, the climate is getting hotter and hotter. I don't know if the sultry temperature has aggravated the restlessness in people's hearts, and all kinds of messy incidents have increased greatly.Han Lang was dealing with these trivial and boring cases every day, someone was quarreling with the neighbors again, someone was beating someone in the downtown area again, which made him just want to find a quiet place.

Although He Yijiu didn't go home, Han Lang met him on the street.It was noon at that time, people came and went on the street, the goods from the stalls facing the street were even piled up on the road, motorcades and pedestrians passed by in an endless stream, and there was a dull and hot atmosphere everywhere.After finishing a case, Han Lang was so tired that his forehead and the tip of his nose were glistening with sweat.From a distance, he saw a familiar figure on the corner of the street ahead, leaning against the wall and talking to some people, at the same time He Yijiu happened to turn his head, and the two eyes met, but the other party looked back blankly.

Looking at the other people, I have never seen them before, and they don't look like ordinary street gangsters.Han Lang is not stupid, He Yijiu must have something hidden in his pretending not to know him, but there is still a bitter taste in his heart.He couldn't tell if he felt depressed because he couldn't get involved in He Yijiu's life, or he was just annoyed by his inexplicable attention to him. In short, his throat was uncomfortable, so he could only sigh, turned and left.

When I saw He Yijiu again, it was already late at night five days later.At that time Han Lang had already fallen asleep, but was awakened by the sound of the other party entering the room.Anyone who wakes up in the middle of the night will not have a good temper. Han Lang rubbed his eyes and said dissatisfiedly, "Why is it so late?"

But He Yijiu didn't answer, just threw off his robe, sat on the bed and stared at him motionless.

Han Lang was jolted violently, and his sleepiness was gone.He smelled alcohol on He Yijiu's body, but more of it was icy coldness.This kind of breath is difficult for ordinary people to detect, but warriors are extremely sensitive to it, it is the smell of the dead.

he killed?

Han Lang felt uneasy, and a strong stench of beasts permeated He Yijiu's body, the flirtatious and frivolous in the man's eyes disappeared, only the coldness after the gunpowder smoke cleared.Following the moonlight outside the window, Han Lang saw that the other party's body was clean without a trace of blood.He frowned, his intuition was right, not to mention that He Yijiu didn't try to hide it, the completely masculine and strong aura pressed down like a mountain, almost pressing Han Lang so hard that he couldn't even touch his fingers. Move an inch.

It's strange to say that Han Lang hasn't been afraid of anything since he was an adult, even if a hanged ghost with distorted facial features comes in front of him, he can pretend not to see it.But being looked at by He Yijiu is completely different. He always feels that the other party's gaze carries a certain kind of scorching heat. Wherever the gaze sweeps, his skin is scorchingly hot.Han Lang, who was always fearless, suddenly shivered and flinched.

But He Yijiu pressed on step by step.

"Just say what you have to say, I'm sleepy." Han Lang said with a cold face, but his breath was obviously short due to nervousness.In the past, He Yijiu always looked relaxed, and there was a faint smile when he spoke.But he stopped smiling now, his aqua-blue eyes were as quiet as a dark lake in a cave, as if sucking people in.

Han Lang said in a muffled voice, "What's wrong with you?"

As soon as the words were finished, the other party sprang up like a beast, holding Han Lang's shoulders with both hands, and the whole person pressed up.Han Lang's eyes widened all of a sudden, and when he was about to swear, his lips were tightly sealed. There was a bang in his head, and when he realized what the other party had done to him, the man had already opened his teeth , licking his mouth recklessly with the tip of his tongue, not even letting go of the teeth.His lips were numb from being bitten, and he immediately broke away from the other's embrace, and when he looked up, he could only see the desire to tear him apart from He Yijiu's eyes.

Without giving him time to breathe, He Yijiu was already so emotionally agitated that he couldn't help himself. He clamped his wrist and pressed him aggressively again.Han Lang was so angry that he cursed loudly, his lips were sealed and he could only whimper in pain. The other party's hand even penetrated into his shirt, and it felt cold to the touch, as if it was covered with ice balls, making his hair stand on end. .

The closer you get, the more you can smell the terrifying smell of rust.Han Lang struggled violently until at a certain moment He Yijiu finally let go of his lips, pressed his heavy breath against his ear, opened his lips lightly, and uttered his first words of the night: "Ah Lang, I want you."

The spark finally fell, and the flames ignited, like a flood that had found a vent, and exploded into Han Lang's ears with an earth-shattering sound.