The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

The tyrant's eyes turned red when he saw the beautiful scenery in front of him, his heart was beating fast, and his whole body was active and excited.

Seeing that Gu Yu's expression was different, Wen Nu followed his gaze to look at himself, saw that he came out of the barrel directly, his body was still wet, his face flushed immediately, he quickly picked up the coat on the shelf and put it on his body, covering his body. Live in important places.

"You are hurt?"

Going back to the man, put your arms around his arms and helped him up from the ground.

The skirt of the coat was loose and not fastened. From the tyrant's point of view, he could see everything from top to bottom.

The ends of the eyes were instantly stained with a layer of crimson, and the black eyes flickered, filled with strong desire/desire.

Rolling his throat, he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry about it, it's just a small injury."

Afraid that the fairy head would notice that he was looking at him, he forced himself to look away from the skirt of his clothes, and let the fairy head help him to sit on the bed.

Wen Nu sat cross-legged on the side, obviously not believing the minor injury that the man said, waved his hands to dry his long wet hair, put his hands on the man's shoulders and took off his outer coat.

The black clothes were stained dark with bright red blood, and there was a strong smell of blood floating on them.

After taking off layers of underwear, seeing the pus-stained wound on his back, his willow eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his eye sockets gradually turned red.

Gritting his teeth, he said with a trembling voice, "Is this a small injury?"

His voice was a little choked up, his fingers lightly brushed the intact skin next to the wound, and his eyes became more and more red.

Thinking that it was because of him that he was injured, for some reason, he remembered Gu Yu from his previous life, and closed his eyes, a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.

The tyrant was keenly aware of the sound of the fairy chief crying in a low voice, and hurriedly turned around to look at the fairy chief. When he saw him weeping with his head down, his eyes flashed with distress.

Stretching out a finger, he raised the fairy's chin, and his eyes touched the red and tearful deer eyes, the pupils shrank, and the beating heart was dull and uncomfortable.

The thin lips were pursed, and the voice was low and hoarse: "Why are you crying, it doesn't hurt at all."

Afraid that he would not believe it, he continued, "Really."

Wen Nu looked at Gu Yu with red eyes, met those sincere and serious gazes, and turned his head slightly, not daring to look at him.

Squeezing away the tears from his eyes, he sniffed and said to Gu Yu in a hoarse voice, "Turn around, and I'll take a look at your wound."

Eyelids drooped slightly, avoiding the man's sight.

The wound was caused by him, even if he didn't want to forgive Gu Yu, he should heal the wound on his back.

The tyrant stared down at the fairy head's hair, hummed in a low voice, turned around and exposed his back, so that the fairy head could heal him.

Wen Nu looked at the wound above, bit his red lip subconsciously, and pressed his palm against the wound, transferring the spiritual power in his body to it.

"Well……"

The tyrant frowned, his face under the mask turned pale instantly, his forehead was sweating profusely, and there was severe pain in his back, he could not help but groan.

Wen Nu was frightened by him, and hastily withdrew his hand, only to find that spiritual power had no effect on the injury, and would only make the injury worse.

Realizing that the person he had hurt was injured again, he gritted his teeth in guilt and self-blame. The lack of spiritual power was because Gu Yu didn't have his spiritual power in his body. healing...

Making up his mind, Wen Nu closed his eyes, switched out his consciousness and slowly circled around Gu Yu, tentatively stretched out a tentacle, and touched Gu Yu's consciousness.

Feeling the swaying of the divine consciousness, Gu Yu's pupils dilated, and he felt the aura of the immortal from above, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he closed his eyes to manipulate the divine consciousness to entangle with the immortal.

The two consciousnesses were entangled, and the tyrant's consciousness hugged Wen Nu's consciousness tightly, as if trying to melt it into it, so that it could never escape.

"Well……"

Wen Nu's complexion was flushed, and the skin under the thin coat was pink, and his whole body was wet as if he had just come out of the water. His slender and fragile neck was raised high, and the hands hanging on both sides were tightly holding the sheet. A drop of tears flowed impatiently.

The intersection of consciousness and consciousness makes it difficult for people to control themselves, especially Gu Yu, with scarlet eyes and thin lips tightly pursed, jumping up and down in a line until the end, his tense body suddenly loosened, and the clothes he was wearing were He gets dirty himself.

Wen Nu didn't go there yet, and opened his eyes panting, the end of his eyes was stained with a bright red, and there were traces left by tears falling down, his red lips were bitten out of teeth marks, and he lowered his eyes to look at the Embarrassment and regret flashed in the eyes of the soiled coat.

If he knew that intercourse with spiritual consciousness would turn people into this kind of people, he would never intersect with Gu Yu's spiritual consciousness.

He waved his hand to fan the heat off his face, and before Gu Yu could react, he quickly healed the wound on his back.

Because Gu Yu had his spiritual energy on him, the spiritual energy worked very well this time, and the wound recovered within a moment.

After the injury was cured, Wen Nu's face became hot and red again when he thought about what happened just now, he avoided the man by covering his dirty coat, and shyly avoided the man and got out of bed.

The tyrant's throat rolled up and down, and he closed his eyes to relieve the excitement in his body. When he sensed that the person next to him was about to leave, he opened his scarlet eyes, reached out and grabbed his wrist and pulled it into his arms, his voice hoarse: "Where does the fairy want to go? "

"Um..."

Wen Nu flung himself into the man's arms in horror, his warm lips happened to cover a certain place, and a strong smell entered his nostrils instantly.

He knew what it was, his face flushed immediately, he pushed away the people beside him and hurried away like fleeing, he waved his hand to push the screen to block the outside room, and jumped directly into the warm water to calm down.

The tyrant lay back on the bed, breathing more and more heavily, closing his eyes and forcing himself to calm down, but as long as he thought of the image of Xianchang falling into his arms, he couldn't calm down.

With her thin lips tightly pursed, she struggled to get up from the bed, covered the abnormality with her whole clothes, stood outside the screen and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't pour the water out after the shower, I'll wash off the sweat by the way."

Wen Nu in the barrel froze in place, his eyes turned to the screen, and he was relieved to see that Gu Yu didn't come in.

He waved his hands to dry the water droplets on his body, quickly put on his clothes and wrapped himself obediently, passed by him with his head down, and whispered, "Go, but the water is getting cold..."

In his previous life, Gu Yu often washed him after taking a bath, so he didn't notice anything unusual. When he returned to the outside room, he realized that he had regarded Gu Yu as Gu Yu from his previous life. His face was red and white, and he walked back and forth regretfully.

Hearing the fairy head's footsteps, the tyrant took off his clothes and stepped into the wooden barrel. The water in the barrel seemed to still have the body temperature of the fairy head and a faint fragrance.

It's like holding the fairy head directly in his arms.

Gu Yu closed his eyes and leaned back on the bucket. After an unknown amount of time, he let out a muffled sound, his eyes turned scarlet. He waved his hands to dry the water on his body, found clean clothes from the storage ring, and changed into them.

The water in the barrel was washed away by him directly.

Walking around the screen, he saw the elder fairy lying on the bed with his back turned to him, with deep and deep eyes.

Slightly pursing her thin lips, she rolled over and lay down next to the elder fairy, stretched out her hand to hook his waist and held him in her arms, and covered the child with a quilt with the other hand.

Wen Nu's whole body was stiff, and he felt the big hand on his waist tense immediately, and the person behind him didn't do anything.

Heaving a sigh of relief, he calmly opened his eyes and stared at the child in a daze.

The baby played with the rattle and fell asleep quickly after taking a bath. If he didn't hear the sound of the rattle, he didn't know that the baby was asleep.

Gently moving his fingers, he carefully touched the baby's eyebrows. The little baby is already delicate and cute. I don't know how handsome it will be when it grows up. It must be the same as Gu Yu. The appearance of a celestial being is even more beautiful than some gods.

"Yeah..."

The little baby shook his hands on his chest, closed his eyes tightly and opened his mouth to talk in sleep, his long eyelashes trembling.

Wen Nu's brows and eyes softened, and he withdrew his hand so as not to disturb the baby's sleep. He held the baby in his arms carefully with a little force, resting his chin on the top of the baby's head, and fell asleep soon after smelling the faint milk fragrance.

The tyrant knew that he was asleep when he heard the fairy's shallow breathing. He kissed his thin lips on the slightly cool hair, closed his eyes and hugged him to sleep.

The next morning.

Wen Nu woke up early, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the baby's big round eyes, and the little hands clenched into fists were gnawing in his mouth, and the gnawing was covered with saliva.

Fearing that the people behind him would still be asleep, he lowered his voice and whispered to the child: "Xiaobao is not allowed to bite your hands, you understand?"

Reaching out to free the baby's hand, he took out a clean handkerchief from the storage ring, wiped off the saliva on it, tapped the baby's forehead in warning, and hummed threateningly: "Did you hear that, don't eat your hand in the future, or Daddy will I'm going to spank your ass."

Xiao Bao thought his father was playing with him, squinted his eyes and giggled with his small mouth, the teeth that had just erupted looked very fragile.

Wen Nu raised his chin slightly, leaned closer to the boy's face, and examined his teeth curiously.

"Little Treasure has opened his teeth, so he can eat other things in the future."

Squeezing the tip of the baby's nose, Wen Wen smiled and swayed, talking to the baby.

Although he knew that the boy might not understand and would not respond to him, Wen Nu just couldn't help talking to himself.

Holding that little fleshy hand, gently shaking it: "Xiaobao, call me Daddy..."

The little baby rolled his eyes curiously, as if he didn't know what his father was talking about, he just grinned stupidly.

Wen Nu leaned on his forehead and sighed softly, how could he have forgotten, how could Xiaobao call him Daddy when he was still young.

Shaking his head, he continued to play with the little baby in the brocade quilt.

When the tyrant woke up, he heard the fairy chief call the child Daddy, his thin lips curled up with a smile in his eyes, he put his arms around the person in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "Little treasure is still young, the fairy chief has to wait to hear it." Until the child calls Daddy."

Wen Nu shook the baby's hand, and couldn't help but blushed: "You, you woke up..."

The tyrant rested his chin on the fairy chief's shoulder, and mumbled when he heard the words, his phoenix eyes looked lazily at the child in the brocade quilt, and he talked to the fairy chief in a hoarse voice: "Look, fairy chief, is the baby getting fat again?" ?”

Wen Nu's body was stiff, his mind went blank, and all his attention was attracted by the warmth on his shoulders.

The author has something to say: Xiaobao: The baby is not fat, the baby still wants to eat!