Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

Lin Sijin couldn't take it anymore, he touched Sheng Rufei's clothes corner with his fingertips, pushed Sheng Rufei, but failed to push the person away, a slightly sharp touch filled his lips and teeth.

A puppet is completely incomparable with a human being, and there is still a plum blossom in front of the tip of his nose. He thinks that Sheng Rufei may have done it on purpose.

He looked at Sheng Rufei's eyes and called out softly. His face was very hot, and he had never been stimulated like this before. The heat spread, and his fingertips were slightly pink.

"Senior brother..." He could only shout these two words, his ears were burning, and he slowly wrapped his arms around Sheng Rufei, his body was a little weak, "It hurts."

He cried out in pain, Sheng Rufei let go of him, the corner of his lips seemed to be still there, buried in Sheng Rufei's shoulder, thinking that this was Sheng Rufei manipulating the puppet, using the puppet to kiss him.

His face became hotter, he struggled for a long time, and asked, "Why do you have thorns, brother?"

"I made it randomly," Sheng Rufei touched the corner of his lips with her fingertips, looked down at him, her eyes were a little darker, and her voice was a little hoarse, "Where does it hurt?"

When Sheng Rufei touched the young man's cheek with her fingertips, the young man's face became hot, and the reaction was not so severe. Although the reaction is usually very strong, it is more obvious today, and the corners of the eyes are a little red.

"My mouth hurts," Lin Sijin was still tugging at the corner of Sheng Rufei's clothes with his fingertips. arms.

"You take me there tomorrow, and I want to see your injuries."

His fingertips touched Sheng Rufei's black ink hair, "Can you?"

Sheng Rufei didn't reply for a while, he poked Sheng Rufei again, and Sheng Rufei said "yes".

"By the way, Fuheng taught me to distinguish spiritual power yesterday. I learned to distinguish the spiritual power of leaves of grass. He said that after I learned it, I can find my brother at any time."

Fuheng: "?"

Sheng Rufei was quiet for a while, "Fuheng?"

"That's right, his name is Fuheng, the same name as Immortal Fuheng." Lin Sijin was still curious about Sheng Rufei's current body, touching Sheng Rufei's scalp, not knowing how her hair was made.

"He knows a lot of spells."

Sheng Rufei: "It's also he who made you learn Wusheng Sword Intent?"

Lin Sijin's eyes dodged a little when he heard this, it was true that Fu Heng taught him, but if he said it, Sheng Rufei would definitely be angry.

He somehow didn't want Sheng Rufei to hate Fuheng.

"Not really," Lin Sijin was not good at lying, he looked at Shang Sheng Rufei's cold eyes, and his eyes wandered, "I asked him myself."

Sheng Rufei's eyelashes drooped, casting a deep shadow, fell silent, and rubbed his head with her fingertips.

"He told you his name is Fuheng?"

"Yes," Lin Sijin, "There must have been many people named Fuheng thousands of years ago, brother, you don't think it has any connection with Immortal Fuheng, do you?"

"Probably not. I've thought about this too. Fuheng fell thousands of years ago. If it's really Fuheng, why does he follow me all day long?"

Lin Sijin never felt that he was the son of destiny, his luck was always mediocre, he wore cannon fodder through books, and his qualifications were mediocre, so he didn't think that his good luck could be related to Immortal Fuheng.

After he said this, Sheng Rufei's gaze fell on his face, and he paused for a while without saying a word.

"He taught you something else."

"There's nothing else," Lin Sijin recalled. He was the one who asked Fuheng for advice on weekdays, perhaps because he refused so many times at the beginning.

The Inanimate Sword Intent that Fu Heng wants to teach him is powerful, but it is estimated that it will be difficult to learn it.

"Fu Heng is very powerful. He taught me to distinguish subtle changes in spiritual power. I have learned it, but I still can't see the changes in my brother's spiritual power. Why?"

When he asked this, Sheng Rufei touched the tip of his ear, "It can't be done overnight."

Lin Sijin actually understood this truth, he responded, and asked Sheng Rufei, "Brother, will Cui Haoxue still chase us?"

"Maybe," Sheng Rufei said, "we will set off when the poisonous fog dissipates at dawn."

Lin Sijin had no objection, he was very at ease staying with Sheng Rufei, and slowly fell asleep with his puppet brother in his arms, his fingertips kept tugging at the corner of Sheng Rufei's clothes without letting go.

After the young man fell asleep, Sheng Rufei took off his robe and covered the young man's body, touched the young man's eyebrows with his fingertips, rubbed them for a while, and then slowly withdrew his hand.

They started on their way before dawn the next day. The thick fog outside had cleared. Lin Sijin followed Sheng Rufei. I have seen grass tips with the same spiritual power.

Instructions have never traveled the same road.

The field of vision gradually widened, and they walked for about an hour, reaching the depths of the Yin forest.There are many caves here, there are still traces of fighting, and the blood looks very new.

Lin Sijin's heart jumped when he saw the blood, he followed Sheng Rufei into the cave, and after stepping into the cave, the puppet disappeared.

When Fang stepped in, he smelled a strong smell of blood. There were many bloodstains on the stone wall, and there were long marks from the sword light. The young man he was very familiar with leaned against the corner of the wall.

Sheng Rufei's face was a little pale, and his back was leaning against the wall. The wounds on his body had been treated, and there were some dried blood on his clothes.

"Senior brother?" Lin Sijin's eyelids twitched violently, he came to Sheng Rufei's side, and he could see more clearly when he got closer, the clothes behind Sheng Rufei's back were scratched, and there were many changed gauzes on the ground.

"Aren't you seriously injured?" He touched his fingertips, and felt the deep red on them was a bit dazzling. Sheng Rufei held his fingertips, and the temperature passed along.

"It's all right now," Sheng Rufei retracted the silver thread wrapped around the puppet, stood up while leaning against the wall, her face pale, and said to him, "Today we are going out of the Milin Forest first, and many people are looking for Qiushuijian. They're all after you."

Lin Sijin didn't believe Sheng Rufei's words. He lifted Sheng Rufei's clothes. The wound looked deep and long, and it had indeed healed. He slowly put down the clothes.

"Brother, your injury still looks serious, should we stay here for another day?"

"It shouldn't be a waste of time to spend a day recuperating."

"Delay," Sheng Rufei said, "my injury is fine."

The voice is still cold, and the voice is a little lighter.

"Don't worry about me."

Lin Sijin had objections, but he knew that he couldn't hold back Sheng Rufei, as if someone poked the softest part of his heart, there was an obscure pain, and a small flame burst out.

"Then senior brother, can you tell me who hurt you?"

"I don't know," Sheng Rufei met the young man's eyes, and seeing the worry in the young man's eyes, he paused, "Too many."

"It's not just the demon cultivator? Who else is there? Beheading the evil spirit?" Lin Sijin guessed wildly. Even if he knew, he seemed to be unable to do anything, and he felt a little depressed.

All because of him.

Thinking like this, he felt a little depressed, and some bad thoughts emerged in his heart. This was the first time he was born to suppress dark thoughts.

As for what he thought, he would not tell Sheng Rufei.

There was a soft touch on the top of his head, and he met Sheng Rufei's eyes, and let go of those dark thoughts again. Seeing Sheng Rufei's pale face, he felt distressed, and whispered obediently, "I listen to senior brother."

"Where do you go after getting out of the maze?"

Sheng Rufei gave a two-word answer.

"Blood Tower."

When going out, Sheng Rufei didn't use his puppet body, the two of them changed their appearances and pretended to be disciples of other sects, Sheng Rufei covered up the bloody aura on their bodies.

With Sheng Rufei around, the maze was almost useless to them, and they went out before dark.At the moment when he stepped out of the maze, Lin Sijin clearly noticed the changes in the surrounding environment.

There is no complicated intertwining of spiritual power, and the feeling here is more comfortable, and the air seems not so turbid.

He looked at Sheng Rufei beside him. Sheng Rufei's face was still a little pale, and he was standing very straight. The injury on his back must be very painful.

Outside the yin forest is a sea of ​​flowers, the red plants are in full bloom, and when the wind blows, it seems that countless densely packed human faces emerge.

The dark sky stretches as far as the eye can see, and at the end of the sky, there is a huge black and red tower.The top of the tower faintly blends with the sky, reflecting the blood-stained red at the end of the sky.

"Brother, where is the Blood Tower?"

Sheng Rufei said "hmm", "It's the Blood Tower, everyone should be going to the Blood Tower now."

"It is rumored that Qiushuijian will show up this year."

Lin Sijin looked over from a distance, Fuheng said to let him take back the Qiushui sword, something flashed in his mind for a moment, but before he could catch it, his attention was soon on Sheng Rufei again.

Because Sheng Rufei coughed twice.

He immediately widened his eyes, looked at Sheng Rufei as if looking at fragile porcelain, put his fingertips on Sheng Rufei's back, and patted Sheng Rufei lightly twice.

"Brother, you don't have to hold on, you also want the Qiushui sword?"

When he asked this, Sheng Rufei coughed twice, his face became paler, and his long eyelashes trembled.

"That's not mine."

Sheng Rufei raised her eyelashes, looked at him and said, "In the end, it will fall into the hands of those who really belong."

He didn't care what Sheng Rufei said at all, because Sheng Rufei's wound opened again, he was startled, more anxious than the injured himself, and a little at a loss.

"Senior brother, your wound is open again, does it hurt? Are we going to the Blood Tower today? Or wait..."

Lin Sijin was still trying to persuade Sheng Rufei at this time, he was terrified to see it, and touched his fingertips to help Sheng Rufei stop the bleeding, but found that the bleeding could not be stopped at all.

Do not know what's going on.

He touched it with his fingertips, and all his attention was on Sheng Rufei's injury, "Senior brother, why can't the blood stop, you follow me first..."

He didn't finish the rest, because Sheng Rufei fainted.

"Brother?"

Lin Sijin didn't react, and subconsciously caught the person. When he touched Sheng Rufei's cheek, he realized that it was frighteningly hot.

He stood on the spot, quite at a loss, when Fu Heng's voice came from his ear.

"Take him out of here first."

Lin Sijin's fingertips trembled a little, and he touched Sheng Rufei's cheek again. After looking behind him, there was an endless dark forest behind him, and it seemed that there were still clouds of black mist shrouded in it.

He supported Sheng Rufei, Sheng Rufei was heavier than he imagined, he was a little struggling, this side is far away from the blood tower, there are a few dilapidated houses hidden in the depths on the edge of the sea of ​​flowers, he took people there.

Along the way, he was a little out of breath, and finally got into the house. There were thick spider webs in the house. He cast a spell to clean it up, and settled Sheng Rufei.

"Fuheng, why did my senior brother faint?"

Lin Fuheng was clearly watching from the side. He glanced at the young man lying against the wall with his eyes closed. This young man has burdened a lot by himself, so he should choose whether to say it or not.

"The wound is stained with evil spirits, and the fever caused by not treating it cleanly."

Fu Heng looked at Little Waste Dim Sum with a worried face, touched Little Waste Dim Sum's head with his fingertips, and rubbed it soothingly, covering up the emotion in his eyes.

He should tell the boy at this time that no one can stay with him all the time.

The same goes for my favorite brother.

The author has something to say:

I saw a baby urging me to update, so I wrote an extra chapter, and there is another chapter at 21 o'clock in the evening, I will try my best to update it (clench fist)