Welcome to the lock demon tower

Qiao Que snorted several times, tried several times, and finally opened his eyes with difficulty.

As far as the eye can see, it is white.

The light swirls overhead, forming a colorful halo.

He touched his forehead, and the memory before coma was overwhelmed with joy.

Qiao Que sat up abruptly, and began to touch herself seriously: I won't really be turned into a Barbie by that pervert, right? !

It's better to die!

Just as he was about to go forward with a glass of water, he realized that the first thing he did when he woke up was to touch Jiang Luchi himself: ...

"Ah, it hurts..." The wound was pulled by this movement, and Qiao Que clutched his chest in pain, only to find that it was wrapped with thick gauze.

Jiang Luchi sat beside him, and stuffed a soft pillow behind him: "What are you doing?"

Qiao Que stared blankly around, the separate ward and hospital bed, the big and bright windows, the sunlight spread all the way to the hospital bed, scorching his feet under the soft blanket.

Jiang Luchi was standing against the light by the hospital bed, his handsome outline was outlined with faint light and shadow.

"Brother Chi..." Qiao Que burst into tears in an instant, as if he had finally found his owner's puppy after going through all kinds of hardships and obstacles. He was both happy and aggrieved.

Jiang Luchi froze for a moment, raised his hand, and hugged him into his arms.

Qiao Que keenly felt that something was wrong with his mood, and immediately pushed him away nervously: "What's wrong? Brother Chi, are you injured?"

Jiang Luchi looked at him steadfastly, touched his pale face and lips that were chapped due to dehydration: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay already."

Qiao Que nodded hesitantly, took a deep breath, felt that his whole nasal cavity and body were filled with a reassuring breath, then rubbed his face against his cool palm with great attachment: "I know .Although that damned cosplay maniac plotted against me, he underestimated me too much. I am a spiritual cultivator in the foundation period! Hehe, I have always carried the magic weapon given by my master, it can save my life!"

Master really didn't lie to me!The cheap key rings bought at the dollar store are really reliable!

At the critical moment, he could think of the life-saving magic weapon so long ago!

Sure enough, very witty!

Jiang Luchi's eyes were still frosty: "There is no more madman, he is dead."

Qiao Que was taken aback: "What?"

Jiang Luchi's complexion was very bad. He rubbed the thumb of his right hand back and forth on Qiao Que's cheek, and said calmly, "He dares to lure me away. If he hurts you like this, you must be prepared to lose your soul."

There were thin calluses on his fingers, and Qiao Que was a little sore from the abrasion. After thinking for a while, he asked, "After I shattered the illusion, did you also come out? What happened after that? What happened?"

Jiang Luchi's thumb was still rubbing against his cheek, but the strength was lightened, and it became a caressing motion.Only then did Qiao Que remember that the place where he rubbed repeatedly seemed to be the place touched by that thumping monster, and he was immediately disgusted.

"After the illusion disappeared, I also returned to the small room at the beginning." Jiang Luchi let go of his hand, picked up the thermometer next to him, took off half of his sleeve and put it under his arm to measure his temperature. "I expected that it might attack you, without delay, it directly broke his restriction. But when I arrived, it was too late."

When he arrived, he happened to see Qiao Que lying in the arms of the man, with his eyes closed, his life and death were unknown, and there was blood everywhere.Soon, it was teleported and disappeared.

Qiao Que touched the gauze on his chest, looked left and right, there was a faint pain there.

If he remembered correctly, he was stabbed right through in the Demon Locking Tower. At that time, he had a flash of inspiration and immediately smashed the life-saving magic weapon given by his master.

But to save life, you can only save one life, and you can't tell what kind of injury it is.

Ahhh, will there be scars?

Wait, why are men afraid of leaving scars!

Even now that he's gay, he's still a wild Genghis Khan in his heart!

Being wounded in the same position as Iron Man is simply a medal of honor!

Jiang Luchi helped him take out the thermometer and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Que shook his head, and lied seriously: "It doesn't hurt." He looked at Jiang Luchi, and couldn't help lowering his head and whispering coquettishly: "I almost thought I couldn't see you."

Hearing this, Jiang Luchi gently placed the thermometer on the small table next to him, lowered his head and kissed his lips.

Qiao Que only felt that the more he kissed, the harder his breathing was getting heavier, so he rolled over on the hospital bed, knelt beside Qiao Que, pressed Qiao Que firmly into the pillow, and bit his lips hard.

Qiao Que's heart was pounding, and he was breathing heavily, all he knew was that he raised his arms to wrap around his neck. He felt Jiang Luchi's anger, and his whole body gradually became restless and frightened.

Jiang Luchi's emotions have always been restrained and cold, even in love, he is the most gentle and mature, Qiao Que has never seen him so angry.

His hand stretched in from the hem of Qiao Que's hospital gown, stroking his waist and back vigorously, biting the tip of Qiao Que's dodging tongue with the tip of his teeth. Seeing his hands retracted, he didn't dare to refuse, so he could only loosely stop his hands that were getting stronger and stronger.

Jiang Luchi felt Qiao Que's trembling, frowned, still very emotional, hugged him close to him, continued to kiss him fiercely, even rubbing his hands down the waistline.

Qiao Que whimpered, "Brother Chi..."

Jiang Luchi stopped moving.

He held Qiao Que in his arms with both hands, patted him gently like comforting a child, and kissed his cheeks and ears.

After her breathing returned to normal, she pulled off Qiao Que's shirt again to check his wound.

Qiao Que's hands and feet were weak, but he was sweating all over. He sat up and stared at Jiang Luchi's face: "Brother Chi...are you angry?"

Jiang Luchi glanced at him, his face still not very good-looking, and he didn't speak.

Qiao Que took his hand: "You're just angry! Brother Chi... Are you disappointed in me?"

Jiang Luchi didn't expect this direction at all, and was a little confused: "What?"

Qiao Que carefully looked at his face: "I have already built the foundation, but I still have no ability to resist in the face of this boss. I..." He choked for a moment, looking a little listless: "I'm actually a new learner. I learned a defensive spell, but at that time... I didn't think of using it at the time."

Qiao Que's face was pale, and he was anxious to defend himself: "I know I'm weak! But I, I will work hard, really! I won't make this kind of mistake again. Don't be angry."

Jiang Luchi looked at him fixedly: "You..."

Qiao Que pursed his lips, looking pitiful: "So...you won't leave me, right?"