[Thunderbolt] The dragon sings for Qinghua

The smell of blood made Jianzi's heart skip a beat, but now is not the time to speak. In the silence and guard, a burst of loud laughter came from the dense fog. When the sight was no longer blocked, there was no one in the whole forest except themselves. Killing a living person, Jianzi pulled Long Su and left here without caring about discussing the battle situation.

"Jianzi, is it possible that Deng Jiuwu has a next meeting after the meeting?" Long Su, who was dragged back to the palace lantern curtain, asked Jianzi who looked a little unhappy.

"You're injured." Jianzi let go of his hand, his eyes swept back and forth on Long Su's body but he didn't find any bloodstains.

Long Su smiled when he heard this: "I told you before, my injury is very serious."

"Deng Jiuwu didn't hurt you at all." Frowning, Jianzi's gaze was still on Long Su's body.

"If he hurts me, Long Su will be a golden elephant now."

Jianzi felt that he should smile at this time, but the corner of his mouth couldn't be pulled, so he decided not to embarrass the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand to pull Long Su's clothes.

Most Confucian scholars' clothes are cumbersome, but just like Long Su is the best among Confucianism, the complexity of the clothes he wears is also the best among Confucian shirts.

Long Su just watched Jianzi pulling his clothes with both hands on his body. After a while, there was no progress except that the belt was untied, and even Jianzi's forehead was sweating because of this.

Just when Long Su thought that Jianzi's patience was about to run out, Jianzi stopped his hand just as Long Su thought, but before Long Su could utter a humorous smile, the expression on his face that seemed to be a smile that was not a smile appeared in an instant. was replaced by consternation.

Jianzi finally showed a smug smile: "I knew I should do this in the first place."

Long Su looked at the only underwear left on his body without a smile, and his lips and tongue, which he could distinguish by chance, became dumb.

Without the cover of his coat, Jianzi easily found what he was looking for, bloodstains.

Without the complacency just now, Jianzi's face turned cold all of a sudden, the bloody smell he smelled in the woods came from the injury on Longsu's back, which was the injury he suffered at Pujieyan.

Long Su is the leader of Confucianism, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is rich in the world, many days have passed since then, but the wound has not healed until now.

There was no taboo at all, Jianzi stretched out his hand again, and the only underwear on Long Su's body was also shattered, and his thin and fair upper body was exposed in front of Jianzi's eyes without any hindrance.

Jianzi frowned and looked at the almost fatal sword wound on Long Su's back vest, his usually indifferent brows were stained with a barely visible haze.

This sword wound was the one stabbed by Xiao Hongchen that day when he was at Pujieyan, and it has been several days today, but this wound has hardly healed, and even just now there are bloodshots.

"Isn't it an immortal body?" His fingers lightly touched the edge of the sword wound, and there was a hint of sarcasm in Jianzi's tone. Is this the only way to obtain a body after deliberate deliberation and using oneself as bait?

Long Su didn't turn around to look at Jianzi, and slowly relaxed his body that was slightly stiff from the touch of Jianzi, looked at the palace lanterns that spread ten miles away and said silently for a while: "I'm still alive."

Hearing this answer, Jianzi paused with his fingertips, he couldn't see Long Su's expression, but he knew that if he did it again, Long Su would still do that, even without the heaven-defying move of the Buddha sword.

The haze between the brows became more serious, and Jianzi suddenly wanted to ask, since he doesn't care about life and death, why should he care about power? If there is no life, what else?It's just that he didn't ask this question after all, because it didn't make sense...

After a while, when Long Su was about to get out of the way and ask Mu Xianfeng to bring a new set of clothes, he suddenly felt a burst of damp heat from the wound on his back that made him shiver.

"Jianzi... what are you doing?" Long Su tensed his already relaxed body instantly, and there was a hint of danger in his voice.

"Cough cough..." Jianzi clenched his fist and covered his lips, coughed dryly twice, walked aside, then pretended to be calm and said solemnly: "There is an ancient law, if the wound is not healed, you can use human saliva to smear it, which can not only disinfect It can also speed up wound recovery.”

"..." Long Su let out a breath and slightly raised his voice: "Xianfeng, change clothes for me." After speaking, he returned to the attic where he lived from the pavilion with palace lanterns.

With a slight smile, Long Su looked out of the window at Jianzi, who was still standing on the palace lantern, and lightly tapped the window sill under his hand. When he came out to mess around, there would always be a time to pay it back, Jianzi, this time, Long Su should let you pay it back. What's coming out?