thank you very much

Wen Fu wishing him strong hands was simply avenging his own personal revenge!There is no brotherhood of old classmates, okay?

Isn't it just throwing a big problem for you to think about!How dare you torture me so quietly!

After Jiang Mo woke up the next day, he still felt that although his whole body was fine, he couldn't even lift his arm, and Wen Fuzhu just sat on his desk in a daze. Beside him, his mind was distracted, and he was in a daze.

"How's it going?"

"fine."

Wen Fuzhu replied indifferently, and instead lowered his eyes to look at the clear lamp on the table.

Jiang Mo sighed, "Where is that person?"

"The internal injury is relatively serious, and the external injury is not obvious, so last night he sometimes couldn't use his strength, which is understandable."

Jiang Mo had no choice but to evoked a perfunctory smile, "Am I asking you for a crime? What are you rushing to defend? If you find someone..."

"Jiang Mo, it's fine if you wake up, I want to go out for a walk, it's at the door. You can call me if you need anything."

"Uh... okay."

As soon as Jiang Mo answered, Wen Fuzhu couldn't wait to walk out, it seemed that it would be a torment to stay for a second.

But I really waited for him to get up and go to the ground for activities. When I opened the window, I realized that this person did not return to the room of the killer named Xie Changhuan, but was actually sitting on the pillar of the corridor, calmly continuing to be in a daze.

Looking at the layout of the corridor again, it doesn't look like an inn or restaurant, but it is inexplicably familiar, Jiang Mo also jumped out of the window, walked around and walked as far away from Wen Fuzhu as possible. Only then did I realize—no wonder this place looks familiar!Is it the former site of Yanzi Tower?It's just that it has been refurbished now, and a building has been rebuilt. It still looks quite empty. I don't know who rebuilt it and why it was rebuilt.

As he was thinking about this, he felt that there seemed to be a gaze beside him, and he subconsciously glanced sideways, only to realize that the person was not looking at him, but he was blocking him from looking at Wen Fuzhu.

It's the killer.

Jiang Mo only had an impression of Yanzilou, but he was not too familiar with the people in Yanzilou. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the identity of this person's killer was mentioned by Wen Fuzhutong himself, so he couldn't help it I was surprised.

But he didn't think about it. After all, Wen Fuzhu ordered the Yanzi Tower to be burned. The remnants of the enemy's country are also treacherous, leaving troubles for the future, and it is useless to save them...Kill, nothing, pardon.

And it was all a long time ago, what he cares more about now is - did he also fainted last night?How did he end up here?How come you don't have an impression?And how far is it from here?It couldn't be that Wen Fu wished that one person could carry the two elders this way.

While thinking about it, she couldn't help but take a step aside, so as not to hinder the other party from staring at Wen Fuzhu in a daze.

It's really strange, have you been bewitched?Why are your eyes straight?

Jiang Mo retreated and retreated to the railing. He was caught off guard and was shaken, so he simply sat down on the railing.

This noise was not small, but it brought Xie Changhuan back to his senses suddenly, glanced at him lightly, and Xie Changhuan went back to the room silently.

When he woke up last night, it was Wen Fuzhu's alienated and unfamiliar face.

— he asked him, "Who are you?"

who am I?

Am I not Xie Changhuan!

Who else can I be!

——He then asked calmly, "Then do you know who I am?"

Xie Changhuan's throat constricted for a moment, and he suddenly felt that after he answered this sentence, they had become strangers since then.

So, he responded with a weak smile, "You are my old Wen, who else are you?"

——"What if one day I'm not Wen Fuzhu?"

"What do you mean?" Xie Changhuan really didn't understand this sentence.

"Forget it. Get up, can you walk?"

"It's possible. The stone fell on my ribs just now. I'm afraid it directly caused bruises and internal injuries. Wherever the dantian qi is transported, I can't lift it up. I need to rush."

After sitting with him in meditation for most of the night again, Wen Fuzhu was worried about Jiang Mo who had been unconscious because he had deliberately rubbed him hard just now, so she couldn't help but want to pick him up first and find a place where the dew wasn't heavy.

——Jiang Mo needs to rest, if he forcefully stays with them all night, he is always afraid that he will have a fever or something.

Regarding the fever, Wen Fuzhu was very worried that it would happen to Jiang Mo.

Just as Gu Sheng said, "That person hasn't had a fever for a long time, except for the time when he was almost burned to death when he was a child..."

But now that he hasn't had a fever for more than ten years, Wen Fuzhu is afraid that he will suddenly have a fever again. Now Gu Sheng, the magic hand of rejuvenation, is thousands of meters away from him, and he can't go to the village or back to the store. Who can he turn to for help? ?

He Wen Fu wished there would be no Jiang Mo.

But Weisheng cannot live without Jiang Mo.

Fortunately, he had just supported Jiang Mo at that time, and Xie Changhuan seemed to know what he wanted.For the first time, all the expressions on the man's face under the shadow of the dim moon were not vivid, "In order to commemorate Brother Thirteen, I rebuilt his Swallow Tower, which is nearby. I will support him with you."

After a pause, he added softly, "It hasn't been rebuilt yet, and there are no people there. None of my friends know about it."

Wen Fuzhu didn't ask his friend why he didn't know about this, nor did he ask him why he wanted to rebuild the building for Shisan Xun, but he acquiesced in Xie Changhuan's closeness and supported Jiang Mo with him.

I can't use up my love, but this time I want to bet everything I have on your loyalty.

After all, compared to Jiang Mo's sudden fever, Wen Fuzhu felt that even if they went deep into a dangerous situation or a trap, they still had a chance to negotiate.

But the night passed safely, and Jiang Mo woke up, which proved that nothing serious happened to him, and his resilience has always been very strong.Of course, it is also possible that the wound medicine Jiang Mosai gave himself last time was prepared by Gu Sheng, so it was too effective.

Wen Fuzhu spent a day in the cold wind outside in a mess, and even Jiang Mo asked for dinner three times, and then he simply used the excuse that his right hand was inconvenient and had to rely on him to feed him, so he tricked him into coming in too Have a meal.

It's just that Wen Fu wished this person would always look gentle and gentle, but his hands were extremely cruel.

"Aren't you unable to eat?"

"I can hold a sword in my left hand and can't hold chopsticks."

"Eat."

"Don't, don't stuff it... Oh my god, why are you angry with me when you're in a bad mood?" Jiang Mo hurriedly turned his head to avoid Wen Fuzhu's half of the rice balls that he scooped up with a spoon, feeling affection for this young master Are meals eaten by groups?

"I know how big your meal is, I'm not angry, I just want to feed you well."

Jiang Mo was so startled that he ran around, and finally Wen Fu was so angry that he didn't bother to chase him, so he sat back at the table silently and continued to stare at the table of food in a daze.

He intuitively felt that the anger was not caused by him, but that it was just vented on himself. Jiang Mo felt that it was both angry and funny——in the past, when Wen Fuzhu ate something, he had to vent to himself.But if he can pay back directly, he must go back on the spot, why bother to vent his hatred with himself later?

It's true, he has lived for more than 30 years, and he has grown up to be his punching bag when he was young.

Look, who said he has a bad temper?Have you ever seen such a big punching bag? !

"What happened to you?"

Wen Fuzhu glanced at Jiang Mo again, and said to you, you elm head, if I said that I have an inexplicable relationship with that killer, would you be so frightened that you choked to death?

This kind of thing can't be said at the moment, so there is no need to find someone to analyze the original intention of that move - after all, when the incident happened that night, no one knew who he was, or Jiang Mo, except for Xie Changhuan who leaked their whereabouts. Who is it?

"correct."

Jiang Mo suddenly opened his mouth, which made Wen Fuzhu tremble with fright, but Wen Fuzhu couldn't care less about scolding him at the moment, so he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Last night, those people arrested me before I went out for a night walk."

Wen Fuzhu blinked, a little in disbelief, "Didn't you find out when you set fire to the firecrackers?!"

"Yes, that's why I was also surprised. At that time... huh? What are you doing?"

Jiang Mo was still laboriously putting bandages on his arms, when he saw Wen Fuzhu get up from the table and walk around to the bed, and then stripped his clothes without saying a word.

"Why are you tearing my clothes?"

Jiang Mo half-delayed and half-raised his arm to obey him, but Wen Fuzhu tore his clothes too fast, after all, his scalded arm was jolted, and before he could react, Wen Fuzhu looked for him Go back to Jiang Mo's scorched half-length clothes and put them back on for him.

Fortunately, the little twist braids haven't been removed yet.

Tucked him again like the first time we met, Wen Fuzhu stepped back a few steps, looked at him several times from the side, and then said softly, "To be honest, the first time I saw you Eyes, I don’t even dare to admit it.”

Although Jiang Mo didn't understand what Wen Fuzhu was doing, he subconsciously felt that he was guessing something, so he didn't answer his words, but asked instead, "So what do you want to ask?"

"Have you seen this feathered crow in costume?"

"Well... I have seen it before. After all, I robbed people at the exit, and they have been waiting at the exit. I don't know how many are alive now."

At the end of the speech, Jiang Mo sighed first, he was afraid that those silly children would rush in to find him when the landslide happened.

It was not easy for me to wish them to escape with Wen Fu, not to mention, how could they find themselves in the uniform ethnic clothes?

"Are you really reconfirming that they are all very credible?"

Jiang Mo frowned slightly, and said softly, "You have followed me since Kaisheng was not stable, and now, do you think it is credible?"

Can you believe it?

There is also an infatuated kind who keeps saying that he likes me in the opposite wing!

You have been entangled to death for more than ten years, and you can't shirk it for more than ten years, so why don't you ask me now, do I dare to believe it?

After thinking about it, another bad breath suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. Wen Fuzhu thought, really, if Xie Changhuan dared to interfere in this kind of thing, he would have chopped him up and fed him to the dogs.

Taking out the wound medicine from his bosom, Jiang Mo was stunned, and before he could say "I'll do it myself", Wen Fuzhu came over and slapped his exposed muscles with a "snap", sneering He said, "You have been loving beauty in recent years. What kind of cream or powder did Gu Sheng want? Do you know how to cover up your scary scars? I see that you don't care about your body very much. I'll give you the medicine and I'll hit you hard, don't be surprised..."

"Fuzhu, it's not covered up, it's really gone."

Wen Fuzhu was taken aback by the action of uncorking the bottle, and for a moment thought he heard it wrong, "Huh?"

"Gu Sheng, Gu Sheng said that he got something that can heal wounds a few days ago, and it wasn't very useful for him to keep it, so he just gave it to me. It's that...what's it called, anyway, it's just a bug. Poison can also heal wounds. It seems...it's called "Poison Healing"."

Xie Changhuan originally wanted to come out to see if Wen Fuzhu had a good dinner, and what he was doing in his room at such a late hour. Although it wasn't repaired, it was more than enough to make three vacant rooms.

Old Wen spent the night in that man's room last night - well, the man's arm was indeed quite burnt, but, after taking care of him last night, he should go back to his room to sleep today, right?

Just as he was sneaking out of the window to see what they were talking about so late, he happened to see the man sitting on the edge of the bed with his chest up and his face up, and Wen Fu wished it was just right. Sit in his arms.

His arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, and his face seemed to overlap his own.

Did you kiss...

Ha ha.

Xie Changhuan was confused for a while, but the first reaction in his heart was not to question anything, but to hide!

Almost subconsciously, he flashed out of the building with his fastest qinggong. Xie Changhuan looked around in a daze, only to feel that every scene here was very familiar, but every scene was very strange.

Back then, he was still standing by the lotus pond, and he swore to Shisanxun, "Brother Shisan, just wait and see, sooner or later I will bring him back and put him here to do a good job. I want you to envy him." kill me."

But... But don't envy me anymore, once that man appears, I'll be nothing.

I was nothing at all.

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