The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

Before getting into the tent, Yin Wuzhi warmed his hands with a special operation of his inner breath.

The temperature of the fingers rubbing Jiang Wu's shoulders was just right, neither colder nor hotter than his skin.

Not so abrupt that it woke him up.

So the 'big black dog' grinds its teeth presumptuously.

It was a little painful, if he had just passed it, the pain was enough to make him unbearable.

I still have to thank the Empress Dowager Yao who pinched him that day, and now he can calmly deal with this little pain.

Maybe once you start to be a human being, you will gradually learn to be patient.

There was a wet touch in his neck, and Jiang Wu rolled his eyes, thinking about what he was doing, injecting him with poison with his teeth like a poisonous snake?Yin Wuzhi still has this function?

The boy sniffed.

He didn't seem to be bullying him recently, so he was wronged.

"Why did you touch Chen Ziyan's hand." The voice was a little hoarse, very low, and sounded vicious: "You still want him to kiss you, are you shameless?"

It turned out to be the case.

Jiang Wu said, "I like it."

The person beside him froze suddenly.

Yin Wuzhi spun and jumped out of bed, the bed curtains flew, Jiang Wu said, "Stop."

Yin Wuzhi froze, the flying bed curtain fell on his shoulders.

"come over."

"Lie beside me."

Yin Wuzhi was stiff, he ordered a movement, got on the bed but didn't lie down, just sat on the side of the bed with his back to him.

"If you don't want to lie down, lie down here."

Yin Wuzhi gritted his teeth: "What do you think of me?"

"You were lying on me that day, and you were not very stable." He was talking about the day when Yin Wuzhi became a spider-man: "Just like that day, I want to see your face."

When saying these words, Jiang Wuping looked straight at the top of the bed without giving him a look.

He heard the suppressed breathing, and smelled the wonderful murderous intent, and then, his eyes suddenly went dark.

Yin Wuzhi put one hand on his ear, and turned over heavily.

At that moment, Jiang Wu thought he wanted to smash himself to death.

The other side of the ear was also supported by a hand, and Yin Wuzhi pressed against him vainly, his tone was extremely cold: "Say."

Jiang Wu said, "Why are you crying again?"

Yin Wuzhi twitched his eyelashes, his eyes became more moist, and he said hatefully, "You stupid lord, why would you touch me, Brother Chen?"

Chen Ziyan is really his reverse scale.

Jiang Wu raised his lips.

Yin Wuzhi never saw him smile a few times in total. Most of the time, his expression was indifferent, but now he realized that his smile was also very light, almost imperceptible, and fleeting.

What is he happy about? !

"You go back later and tell Chen Ziyan that he will come to bed tomorrow."

Yin Wuzhi stared at him, red blood streaked up his eyes silently: "Jiang Wu, don't want it, it's too deceiving."

"So what if I bully you and so on." Jiang Wudao: "The generation of ants, dare to turn against me."

Yin Wuzhi suppressed his breath, the mattress under his palms was squeezed out of the curve, he gritted his teeth, the precarious drops of water in his eyes couldn't bear the weight, and dripped unexpectedly.

Jiang Wu subconsciously closed his eyes, and his right eye was soaked in water mist, causing a sharp pain.

A lot of shouting and cursing rushed into my mind.

"How can such a person be my Great Xia King?!"

"Go away, go back to where you should be!"

"kill him--"

Jiang Wu calmly opened his eyes, Yin Wuzhi had rolled over from him, wiped his eyes vigorously, and his nose turned red.

"I have something from you in my eyes." Jiang Wu said, "Wipe it dry."

"Don't you have long hands?"

"wipe."

Yin Wuzhi turned his face to stare at him, and after a while he reached out to wipe his right eye, the embroidered thread on the cuff scratched the corner of his eye red, Yin Wuzhi paused, then changed to the inner sleeve again, which was stained by him.

Jiang Wu closed his eyes again, thinking that it should be the memory of the original body.If there is a destiny in the dark, then he traveled through thousands of years to come to this emperor's body, from being inexplicable to Xia Huihuang after the restoration of history, maybe it has nothing to do with Yin Wuzhi.

This inexplicable period of cause does not know what inexplicable fruit it will bear.

He loathes the theory of cause and effect, preferring the illogical and the uncaused.

Suddenly, he didn't want to continue anymore. It had nothing to do with him if the future Xia was brilliant or not, and it had nothing to do with him if history reappeared or not.

It is the sea that ebbs and flows, so why should the sky intervene.

He rolled his eyes and glanced at Yin Wuzhi.

Yin Wuzhi scolded him: "What are you looking at?"

"Yin Wuzhi, do you want to die?"

"If you want to kill, then kill, why bother talking."

Jiang Wu said: "You go out."

Yin Wuzhi jumped out of bed without hesitation, remembering that he wanted Chen Ziyan to sleep in bed tomorrow, and turned around again with a gloomy expression: "You will die if you do many injustices, you'd better think clearly."

This is a warning.

Jiang Wu closed his eyes and said lightly, "Go away."

He was moody, causing Yin Wuzhi to hold back his anger, but after standing for a few breaths, he still stepped out without looking back.

Jiang Wu lay down for a while, then turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

Breathing, gradually suppressed.

The feeling of suffocation is not pleasant, but fortunately, Sangpi has strong willpower, as long as he endures it, he can be free.

Degrees and seconds are like years.

Die, die, die.

Why are you still conscious?

A hand suddenly lifted the back of his neck.

Fresh air rushed into his nose in an instant, and Jiang Wu reflexively held his breath.

No, resolutely don't smoke, and you will succeed soon.

His jaw was suddenly pinched open, someone took a deep breath and poured it into his mouth.

One sip was not enough, so I took a second sip.

Jiang Wu: "..."

His flushed face gradually calmed down, and he opened his eyes to meet a pair of dark pupils.

Yin Wuzhi looked at him, made sure he woke up, and was furious immediately: "Are you a fool? Why do you sleep like that? Do you know that you will suffocate and die like that? Don't you know how to turn over if you can't breathe?"

Yin Wuzhi picked up his noodle-like wrist, and said, "What do you want your hands for? Decoration? Why do you turn over to sleep when you're good? Don't you know how to call someone if you turn over but can't turn over? Do you have to make people move every inch?" Watching you forever, do you know that you are really troublesome, annoying, and excessive will only increase the burden?!"

Jiang Wu: "."

It must be very tiring to talk so much in one breath.

Make people sympathetic.

Yin Wuzhi threw him back on the dragon couch.

Jiang Wu slowed down and said, "Why did you come back?"

"If I don't come back to the palace tomorrow, the death knell will ring."

In fact, I thought that my last sentence seemed to be a little too much, Jiang Wu actually said the word 'scroll', so I didn't feel relieved to come back and see him.

Did not expect to see this scene.

Yin Wuzhi poured a glass of water, brought it over, picked him up, and put it near his mouth.

Jiang Wu didn't drink, he was still digesting what Yin Wuzhi said just now.

Yin Wuzhi said: "Drink a little, your mouth will dry up like that just now."

Jiang Wu finally digested it: "I am a burden."

Yin Wuzhi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "I didn't mean that, just now..."

"But I am the emperor." Jiang Wu said: "I just want to be a burden, and you have to bear it."

...It's really useless to worry about you.Yin Wuzhi pressed the rim of the cup to his mouth, and said, "Drink."

Jiang Wu didn't drink.

If that makes him thirsty, let him die of thirst.

He was tired of the memories that appeared from time to time at that time, and the heavy body that was extremely unable to adapt.

Let human beings solve their own affairs.

"If Your Majesty doesn't drink, the minister will force it."

Jiang Wu looked at him, Yin Wuzhi thought he would get angry, and said again: "If you drink well, you won't..."

"Alright." Jiang Wu said, "Quickly pour."

Maybe he could choke to death.

Yin Wuzhi stared at him aggrievedly, why is this person like this, is there nothing he is afraid of in the world?

Yin Wuzhi looked at the water in the glass, then at his lips.

Then he took a sip and lowered his head to cover his lips.

Jiang Wu: "?"

Yin Wuzhi's hand squeezed his chin open, Jiang Wu swallowed uncontrollably, and after one mouthful, he took another mouthful and fed again.

With the last sip of water in his mouth, Yin Wuzhi supported his body with one hand and the teacup with the other, and when he pressed himself to block his lips again, he stayed for a while uncontrollably.

If you stay here, you will be out of control.

After the cup fell to the ground, it fell apart. Jiang Wu was placed on the bed like a cloth bag, and someone rolled over on top of him.

Ah, the feeling of suffocation came again.

Hypoxia, dizziness, black eyes, and gradual loss of consciousness.

Yin Wuzhi... so powerful.

Finally dying.

On the dragon couch in the Taiji Hall, Yin Wuzhi, who was holding Jiang Wuqin, was completely unaware that Jiang Wu's soul floated out of the Taiji Hall silently, rising higher and higher.

He looked down and had a panoramic view of the entire Miyagi.

He familiarly turned, rolled, jumped, moved his arms, and did radio gymnastics in the air, everything was as light as if there was nothing.

He could put his hand through his belly and put his finger in his eye without feeling the slightest pain.

He yelled, and no one could hear him, not even himself.

But he knew he yelled.

He was so happy that he jumped up along with the wind and rushed out of the palace.

As soon as he became a soul, he found that his brain was much more flexible. Jiang Wu quickly determined his goal and was going to find out why he was drawn into this era. First of all, he was going to a place called Wudao Mountain.

Jiang Wu remembered that place.

Wudao Mountain is very high, much higher than many nearby mountains. There is a stone man kneeling on the top of the mountain, and there is a Wudao Temple under the stone man. It was later developed into a tourist attraction, and people always like to step on the artificial steps to meet The stone man took a souvenir.

Although because the stone man was kneeling facing the cliff, everyone could only take a photo with his back.

It was there that Jiang Wu was pulled into this period of history by a force.

He wants to go back.

Maybe if he goes back, the original Jiang Wu will come back, and everything here can be restored to the original state.

As for this experience, it is probably just an unexpected branch in history, and maybe there will be a god in charge of this aspect to cut it off.

The tent of the dragon bed is filled with the sweet smell of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Yin Wuzhi was somewhat out of control.

He pressed Jiang Wu's body, confused and unable to be himself.

Before meeting Jiang Wu, he had never had close contact with anyone, and he had no idea that kissing could be so fascinating.

It wasn't until Jiang Wu's body began to twitch due to suffocation that he suddenly remembered that Jiang Wu is the kind of person who would simply smash the jar as soon as he made an effort.

In other words, if he finds it hard to breathe, he will simply give up breathing.

The lips parted hastily, and let out a very soft chirp.

Yin Wuzhi hastily picked up the man and rescued him in a panic: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

In a flustered rescue again, he shook Jiang Wu's body: "Your Majesty, wake up quickly."

To no avail.

Yin Wuzhi stretched out his hand with a pale face, touched his heartbeat, and tried his breath——

"..."

sleep, fell asleep.