Iceberg beauty lifts her head

Qi Yun pursed his slightly whitish lips, turned his head and met his worried eyes, and gave a soft "um".

The corners of Feng Chengyu's lips hooked lightly, and he found the water bag he had brought in the package, soaked the handkerchief with pure spring water, and carefully squeezed away the part where Yao Qiyun's clothes were mixed with flesh and blood.

Yao Qiyun narrowed his eyes slightly, his whole body was almost drenched, pain could be faintly seen in his face with his back to Feng Chengyu.

Not long after, I heard his gentle reminder: "Just tell me if it hurts, and I'll be gentler."

Yao Qiyun just bit her lip lightly, and didn't let herself groan.

Feng Chengyu held down his trembling shoulder, and carefully took off his clothes with the other hand.

22. Chapter 22

The tender skin of the young man carried the fragrance of snowy plums from Mount Yao, and it floated into his nostrils. His body, which was as cool as falling snow, was warm and soft under the candlelight. A different touch.

Feng Chengyu frowned slightly.

Perhaps it was because of the night wind blowing cold, Yao Qiyun's body temperature seemed to be higher than before.

The clothes that were close to his body were mixed with dried blood, and brought his slightly burning temperature, and were gently placed under the pine tree to dry.

After uncovering Yao Qiyun's trauma that was always covered by clothes, Feng Chengyu's brows could not help but twist into a knot.

His skin was very fair, but a purple-black welt made it even more terrifying.

Stretching from the left waist all the way to the right rib, it's [-] inch long, winding up like a ferocious purple python.Wherever the scars covered, there were also dense small blood holes all over.

Although there was basically no more blood flowing out, the three-inch scar in the middle was so chapped that the bone was almost visible, it was completely bloody!

Even Feng Chengyu was taken aback by this wound.

With thin callused fingertips, try to rub down the area around the bruise slightly, and check carefully with skillful techniques: "Will these places feel stiff?"

Although Feng Chengyu's movements were already extremely gentle, but the moment his finger pressed lightly on the bruise, the pain seemed to go straight to the bone when the bruise was drained away. Even though his will was strong, he couldn't help but gasp.

Feng Chengyu's fingers couldn't help trembling slightly.

The power of Feng Tuo's Nine Soul Breaking Whip's blow is really extraordinary, especially the barbs on the whip's body, when it hits a person, the pain it causes is no less than a thousand knives gouging out flesh.

It's really hard to imagine how Yao Qiyun ran such a long way with such severe pain, and then hid in this remote mountain and forest where there are no people to heal his injuries.

Although people who practice martial arts heal quickly from skin and flesh injuries, how can they not treat their own bodies like this.

Feng Chengyu's heart ached to the point of bleeding.

Yao Qiyun bit her lip lightly and urged in a low voice: "Hurry up."

Feng Chengyu sighed, "Don't worry."

It seems that she is a mother-in-law.

"This wound is a little deep, but fortunately it was not infected. But it will hurt a little when touched, you have to bear it."

Feng Chengyu dug out a piece of milky white ointment, and lightly tapped it on Yao Qiyun's wound.

The creamy ointment mixed with precious medicinal liquids such as Bingyuelian slowly spread evenly from the purple-black bruises on Yao Qiyun's back, slowly turning into dew, and seeping into the skin little by little.

Although the medicine is mild, the several bloody mouths that opened up the skin and flesh are still slightly cracked due to the seriousness.

Bits of blood dripped out, causing excruciating pain.

Yao Qiyun bit her lower lip, so she didn't groan.

His eyes were fixed on the falling pine leaves, but his thin body trembled slightly in the night wind.

Feng Chengyu saw all the pain he endured with all his might.

He bowed his face pitifully, and began to blow gently on his wound from time to time.

Unexpectedly, he had this trick, Yao Qiyun's pupils shrank slightly.

The gentle and soft breath stroked his back, once in a while, like a feather scratching his heart from time to time, itching.

A sudden tingling sensation shot up from the spine.Weird but not annoying.

He knew that Feng Chengyu wanted to relieve the pain on his body, so he took this action. Although the effect was not obvious, the pain was indeed relieved.

It's just that the blowing was too soft and intimate, which made him more uncomfortable.

A handful of cold moon penetrated the thin clouds and sprinkled in the forest.

The surroundings were so quiet, Yao Qiyun could only hear his extremely rhythmic heartbeat, which inexplicably accelerated.

He also clearly felt that Feng Chengyu's extremely close lips seemed to have inadvertently slid across the skin of his back, which made his heartbeat flutter for a few moments in shock.

He subconsciously moved his body to avoid such ambiguous touch, but Feng Chengyu held his shoulder firmly with the other hand, preventing him from moving easily.

So, the hands hanging by his side quietly gathered together and clenched slightly into fists, trying to restore his heartbeat to its usual calm.

Having already seen all his subtle reactions, the corners of Feng Chengyu's lips rose unconsciously, with a slightly dark curve: "Qi Yun, be good, don't move around."

Hearing his coaxing words, Yao Qiyun became more and more depressed.

The tightly clenched fingers twisted lightly.With his back turned to Feng Chengyu, he hummed.

I don't know whether to answer his words or express my displeasure.

Feng Chengyu seemed to smile.

At this time, the bright moon is gradually rising, and the stars are few and far between.

After the medicinal dew was absorbed bit by bit, Feng Chengyu took a clean cotton towel and wiped it carefully for him again.

He said: "Brother Qiyun's back is very good, especially look at these two butterfly bones, they are so delicate and delicate, they are so beautiful that I can't bear to take my eyes away."

As he spoke, he rested his five fingers on his back, and lightly touched one of the slightly raised butterfly bones.

The fingertips especially carry the coolness of Bingyuelian ointment, but their words and deeds have become frivolous and sloppy.

As if being electrocuted, Yao Qiyun shuddered extremely uncomfortably.

Turning around suddenly, he pushed Feng Chengyu's troubled hand away.

Amber eyes were filled with seriousness and puzzlement for a moment.

Ever since he stayed in Feng Chengyu for one night that night, his attitude towards himself became more and more weird. There was absolutely no such thing before Xiancheng.

Filled with confusion, he silently found a set of clean clothes from the package Feng Chengyu specially sent over and put them on.

The clothes are still white and flat, without a single wrinkle, and all the buttons are fastened together.

The aura is a sense of abstinence that has always been inherently reserved.

only……

The earlobe is always hot unconsciously.

Feng Chengyu didn't care about his neglect, because looking at the imperceptible crimson on his ears, he knew that Yao Qiyun was actually shy.

He stuffed the red soft dial back into the medicine bottle and returned it to Yao Qiyun, his smile became more and more innocent: "What's wrong?"

Putting the medicine bottle handed over into his sleeve, Yao Qiyun indifferently pursed his lips tightly, still refusing to answer, and only uttered a cold snort of unknown meaning in his nasal voice.

Still huh?

Feng Chengyu was not annoyed by being sniffed at countless times.He just chuckled lowly, and casually said, seemingly unintentionally:

"Hey! Qi Yun is so indifferent to me now, unlike when he was arguing to take a bath that night, he was enthusiastic and obedient when he clinged to me."

clinging to him...

Still enthusiastic and obedient?

Never expecting that he would say such a thing, Yao Qiyun suddenly raised his eyes, eyes full of disbelief.

After a pause, he turned his gaze back pretending not to be shocked, and continued to respond with indifference.

However, Feng Chengyu is a frivolous type, and he still doesn't open any pots: "Besides, you hooked my chin that day and praised me for being good-looking."

The fragrance of the night is dense, and the stars are towering.

The golden moonlight shone on Feng Chengyu's side face, which seemed to be floating, and every frown and smile was embellished with all kinds of playfulness.

Yao Qiyun's brows and eyes were cold, and the pale lip line was slowly pressed down.

He looked up at the handsome and naughty young master beside him, the crimson color on the base of his ears spread down quietly, and soon even his fair neck was completely red.

This time, it was purely his anger.

After a long time, he tilted his head and lowered his eyes, and coldly bit out four words from between his teeth: "Nonsense."

In my heart, I became more and more confused, what did I do that day when I was drunk.

Knowing that he doesn't believe in himself, it is useless to say more at this time.Feng Chengyu was silent for a while, and lazily took out a wine bag from his bosom.

After thinking for a moment after opening the cap, Chaoyao Qiyun asked: "You are seriously injured, do you want to drink some warm wine to relieve the pain?"

Yao Qiyun stared at the wine bag he handed over, frowning slightly.

Since the bad experience of getting drunk and unconscious after drinking for the first time, I have a great rejection of alcohol in my heart.

He immediately withdrew his gaze and refused, "No drink."

After Feng Chengyu persuaded him a few times, seeing that his attitude was particularly firm, he didn't say anything more, just raised his wine bag, and took a few sips first.

His voice is full of laziness: "When my martial arts was still there, I used to boast that I was not afraid of the sky and the earth. But it is also difficult for Qiyun to risk his life, go to the ten directions to help the evil cave of Longtan, and eradicate the cancer of the people in the court— —”

"This jug of wine, I will do it for you as a respect!"

The warm wine moisturizes the throat, leaving a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, but not drunk.

He shook the wine and said with a low smile: "This pear blossom wine is not easy to get intoxicated, sometimes I really want to get myself drunk and forget about the pain for a while."

Yao Qiyun was silent.

He stared into the deep space, as if he was listening to him, but he didn't seem to.

Feng Chengyu looked at him.

He has a handsome profile.

The evening wind could not lift his curly temples that fell behind his ears, and the few drops of crimson residue on his cheeks added a bit of calmness.

The temples between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost under the moonlight.

Under the clear frost, there is a faint tiredness after a difficult battle.

The pitch-black pupils slowly turned, reflecting Yao Qiyun's slightly tired face.

No matter how lonely and brave he is, he is still a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Feng Chengyu has