Heartthrob collapsed today 2

After entering the room, Linghu Chong saw the man lying on the bed at a glance. The man's lower body was wearing black pants, his upper body was naked, his chest was wrapped with a white bandage, and his black hair was scattered in a mess. It looks a little pale.

For some reason, Linghu Chong had an inexplicable sense of rejection towards the man who stood up for Dongfang's sword, maybe it was because of the flash of calculation in the depths of his pupils under his calm appearance, or maybe it was because of the way he looked at Dongfang.

Perhaps it was because of the injury that the man's sharp and tough facial features softened a lot, adding a kind of gentleness that easily made people relax their vigilance.

As Linghu Chong watched, the curve of his lips became colder and straighter.Linghu Chong could feel that this man was an extremely deep-minded person, very good at disguising, and he might have some kind of thoughts about Dongfang.

This cognition made Linghu Chong very unhappy. He really didn't want to use a narrow mind to look at a man who had only met him once, but when he thought of Dongfang, and recalled the meeting between Dongfang and Dongfang in that high position, his head would become uneasy. Restraining to think deeper.

It was probably this man who made Linghu Chong feel a crisis.

And Yang Yi, who was being stared at by Linghu Chong, naturally also felt the vague hostility in Linghu Chong's eyes. When this person looked at him at the birthday party in Dongfang Bubai, Yang Yi keenly noticed it.

Now that he saw that this man was actually following Dongfang Bubai, he was even more convinced that this man was unusual.

But I am convinced that I am convinced that right now Yang Yi's mind is not on this man who made him think a little bit, Yang Yi's eyes moved, and turned to Dongfang Bubai who was walking towards him.

"...Master..." Yang Yi sat up with some difficulty, and wanted to get out of bed to salute, but at the moment when he turned around with his arm on the bed, he twisted his wound, "...uh..." He snorted, his forehead flushed. There was a trace of sweat.

His appearance is very handsome, and now he is injured, and his weak appearance makes people feel pity, and he can't bear to make him feel uncomfortable.

Yang Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his head to look at Fu Zhenhong who stopped and stood beside the bed, "...Master...I..."

"You don't have to salute," Fu Zhenhong said.

"Many... Thank you, the leader..." Yang Yi replied slowly: "Yang Yi is honored to have the leader personally visit."

Seeing this, Shishi twitched the corner of her mouth, and felt a little angry. The guard named Yang Yi made her feel uncomfortable.

Qu Yang, who had been keeping silent all this time, glanced at Fu Zhenhong who was standing by the bed, and then at the man who had taken the medicine all the way before the leader came in and hadn't hummed because of the pain. His expression was a little subtle.

As for Linghu Chong, although he doesn't have the tea appreciation ability that Shishi has, and he hasn't seen Yang Yi's changes after seeing Fu Zhenhong like Qu Yang, but he also feels that Yang Yi's performance this time has a kind of surprise. People feel uncomfortable.

It's a bit like pretending to be pitiful to win sympathy.

Linghu Chong raised his eyebrows, looking at this person with a look of scrutiny in his eyes, he could pretend, but Linghu Chong didn't believe Dongfang would not even see this.

However, the fact is that although Fu Zhenhong could see Yang Yi's deliberate softness, Fu Zhenhong not only did not point it out directly, but also replied following Yang Yi's words: "You have meritorious service in protecting me."

The tone was not familiar, it could even be said to be very flat, but it still made Linghu Chong feel a little appreciative.

"How long will it take for this wound to heal?" Fu Zhenhong asked Qu Yang.

In the original novel, as the elder of the Sun Moon God Sect, Qu Yang likes to play the zither and play music in addition to handling some church affairs.But after Fu Zhenhong came to this world, perhaps due to the setting of the Space-Time Administration, Qu Yang was also very good at medicine in this world.

However, if you are good at it, you are good at it, but because Qu Yang is an elder in the teaching, if someone in the teaching is injured, he is not qualified to be treated by Qu Yang himself.

The reason why Yang Yi was able to get Qu Yang's diagnosis and treatment was because Fu Zhenhong personally named Qu Yang at the birthday party.

"It will be fully healed within a week." Qu Yang replied.

Fu Zhenhong nodded slightly, and said to Yang Yi, "You have been recuperating here for the past few days."

"Okay." Yang Yi smiled slightly: "My subordinates will bear in mind the words of the leader." There was a gentle gentleness in his deep and magnetic voice.

Shishi really didn't like this man's behavior, so after a soft snort, she simply turned around and left without seeing or worrying.Shishi is extremely measured and sensible on weekdays, so Fu Zhenhong will not be displeased with this occasional little willfulness, and is even willing to condone it.

After Shishi left the room, Qu Yang pursed his lips lightly, and left with the medicine basin after cleaning the wound.

After Qu Yang and Shishi left, only Fu Zhenhong, Linghu Chong and Yang Yi were left in the room.

Linghu Chong stood obliquely to Fu Zhenhong's side. Because of his current status, he didn't speak, but he didn't take the initiative to walk away either.

Yang Yi glanced at Linghu Chong who seemed to have no eyesight at all, and then turned his gaze back to Fu Zhenhong, "Master..." He called Fu Zhenhong, his dark eyes were like the sky of a midsummer night, Exuding a very beautiful deep radiance: "Can I sit by the bed?" He asked.

This kind of inquiry is undoubtedly overstepping in terms of his current status as a guard and the leader of Fu Zhenhong, but Yang Yi asked it so naturally, directly expressing the expectation in his heart.

The gentle and elegant tone, with a hint of acquaintance, seemed to suggest that his relationship with Fu Zhenhong was not simply a matter of superiors and subordinates.

Linghu Chong made a blank face, and the boredom in his chest became more and more intense.And when Linghu Chong saw that Fu Zhenhong really had to sit by the bed, the hands hanging by his side tightened.

"What do you want to say?" Fu Zhenhong looked at Yang Yi who was sitting on the bed, her tone was neither hot nor cold.

Yang Yi lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment before replying: "After the subordinate recovers, can he work under the leadership of the leader?"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Fu Zhenhong could speak, Linghu Chong on the side couldn't stand it anymore. He even forgot that there should be a disguise, but said with his original temperament: "So the purpose of your blocking the sword is to improve yourself position in religion?"

Hearing this, Yang Yi purposely glanced at Linghu Chong with a somewhat weird look, and said lightly: "You are also a member of the Sun Moon God Sect, I want to make myself stand taller so that I can get closer to the person I like. What's wrong?"

"It has nothing to do with other things, it's only about self-motivation." Yang Yi said, "I just want to seize the opportunity."

Linghu Chong wanted to retort: ​​"You..."

"Okay." Fu Zhenhong interrupted impatiently.

Linghu Chong closed his mouth, but looked at Yang Yi a little more sharply.Although there was a smile on Yang Yi's face, there was no smile in the eyes that looked at Linghu Chong.

The eyes of these two people naturally did not miss Fu Zhenhong's eyes. As the atmosphere in the room became more and more weird, Fu Zhenhong said to Linghu Chong beside him: "You go down first." Fu Zhenhong paused, and added, "Wait outside."

Hearing this, Linghu Chong glanced at Yang Yi again, then walked out with a sullen face.

Yang Yi said slowly: "This person is wearing the clothes of Zishatang, but his behavior is really disrespectful. The leader doesn't care, is he trying to promote him?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." Fu Zhenhong said.

"Yes, leader." Yang Yi nodded, and then repeated the words just now: "After the subordinate recovers, can he work under the leadership of the leader?"

Fu Zhenhong's eyes twitched slightly, "Is that why you want to follow me?"

Yang Yi said: "There is no one in Heimuya who doesn't want to follow the leader."

"So?" Fu Zhenhong stretched out her hand, raised Yang Yi's chin with her index finger, and said casually: "I don't lack people around me. How do you think you are different from them?" After finishing speaking, Fu Zhenhong He seemed to feel a little bored and withdrew his hand.

"It's different." Yang Yi shook his head lightly, looking at Fu Zhenhong with eyes as soft as the bright moon reflected in the water, revealing a natural affection that is hard to refuse.

"They will only be the subordinates of the leader, but I can be the existence that the leader stops and relies on when he is a little tired."

"Reliance?" Fu Zhenhong repeated these two words, and said with some amusement: "Do you think I need to rely on?"

Yang Yi did not directly answer Fu Zhenhong's question, but said, "I hope I can be the leader's reliance."

Fu Zhenhong stared at Yang Yi for several seconds, her dark eyes like ink were like deep cold pools, and she seemed to be able to see through everything, knowing the deepest thoughts in Yang Yi's heart.

"Today's assassination must have someone behind the scenes. I will give you a month. If you can find the person behind the scenes, I will grant you a wish." Fu Zhenhong said.

"Okay." Yang Yi said: "The subordinates will keep the words of the leader in mind."

[Xiao Hong, are you drawing a big cake for him? ]

[no. ] Fu Zhenhong echoed the weak chicken system in her mind.

According to the original plot development, Yang Lianting would have become the chief executive of the Sun Moon God Sect, otherwise some subsequent plots would not be able to unfold.When Fu Zhenhong said this, besides conforming to the plot, she also wanted to see Yang Yi's ability.

One month is enough.

Thinking of Linghu Chong who was still outside the door, Fu Zhenhong didn't plan to stay in this room any longer.Under Yang Yi's gaze, Fu Zhenhong turned around and walked out of the room, but two seconds after Fu Zhenhong left the room, a tall figure suddenly pressed towards him, pushing Fu Zhenhong to the door at the railing.

If it was someone else, Fu Zhenhong would be counter-killed as soon as he approached Fu Zhenhong, but because he knew who this person was, Fu Zhenhong followed the opponent's movements and was pushed between the wooden railing and the opponent's chest between.

"... Dongfang..." A familiar voice came into Fu Zhenhong's eardrums, carrying a vague anger that wanted to vent.

It was Linghu Chong's voice.

In the next second, a black shadow enveloped Fu Zhenhong's lips with warm lips.

As if to vent his frustration and dissatisfaction, and to punish Fu Zhenhong for being indifferent to him, Linghu Chong deliberately bit Fu Zhenhong's lips with his teeth, and then took the opportunity to invade Fu Zhenhong's mouth, hooking Qi Fu Zhenhong's tongue began to suck.