Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Xin Wuran took the order to leave Ji Jiu's room.

Because Duan Xiao has become more and more abnormal recently, and his obsession with Ji Jiu has become more and more outspoken, Xin Wuran's left and right eyelids twitched wildly when he walked down the stone steps.

He suddenly worried that during the time he left Xingyao Palace, Duan Xiao would make some big fuss, and his legs turned into the Moon Palace before he knew it.

In the evening, the gorgeous orange sunset glow filled most of the sky, and Ling Lingbo's light was brilliant and amazing.

As soon as Xin Wuran stepped into the threshold of the Moon Palace, he felt a chill rushing towards his face. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Junior Brother, if you were a woman, this place might really make people suspect that it is the Guanghan Palace in the world, and you are Chang'e." .”

The martial arts practiced by Duan Xiao is a relatively evil type in Xingyao Palace. He has a cool aura when he approaches or passes by, unless he deliberately suppresses it.

When Xin Wuran teased him, Duan Xiao was sitting in front of the vanity mirror carefully observing the wounds on his left and right cheeks. The mark of Ji Jiu's slap on him has almost disappeared after applying the ointment, but the welt on the right cheek is now There is also some redness.

"Eldest senior brother, if I'm really Chang'e, then there must be a Wu at the door."

Duan Xiao got up, walked towards him while putting on the veil, looked him up and down, and frowned slightly, "Are you going on a long trip? Have a mission?"

"Ah."

Xin Wuran nodded, he didn't go in again, but leaned against the door frame with his arms on his chest, the soft afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, his white clothes were clean and handsome.

Duan Xiao couldn't help being curious: "What task?"

Xin Wuran pursed her lips: "Master said, this is a secret mission, don't let it out."

Duan Xiao's eyes were deep, and his eyebrows were pressed down: "Then when will you come back?"

Xin Wuran thought for a while: "Not sure."

He caught the fleeting excitement in Duan Xiao's eyes in time, and his worry about him involuntarily deepened, and the brows became more dignified.

"Why are you looking at me with strange eyes? Could it be that you want to give me some advice before you leave?" Duan Xiao stroked a strand of hair hanging behind his ear, raised his eyebrows and looked at Xin Wuran.

He simply leaned leisurely on the other side of the door frame, his long left leg slightly bent on the threshold.

"You guessed right..." Xin Wuran didn't want to play tricks on him, and simply said, "Recently, the eyes you see in Master's eyes are too explicit, and the words "respect the master" are nothing to you relationship, but the fate of ignoring the dignity will definitely be miserable. "

"So what, as long as Shizun keeps me by his side, I can ignore everything and let him follow the principles of nature and morality. In my eyes, it's just a stupid joke. In short... as long as I can get Shizun, I'm willing to give anything. "

His eyes were naked and crazy, with obvious blood in them.

Xin Wuran sighed: "Junior Brother, you are too arrogant, how can you covet Master?"

Duan Xiao was dissatisfied: "Why Fu Liang can do it, but I can't? Is it because I don't have the heart of blood, so I don't deserve to be favored by the master?"

Xin Wuran swallowed, Duan Xiao's madness was more serious than he imagined, as long as he grew up in Xingyao Palace, no normal person would envy Fu Liang who had a heart of blood. The shrill screams that came out were still in my ears.

Duan Xiao is a lunatic.

Su Muyao is also crazy.

"Junior brother, you and I worshiped under the Xingyao Palace on the same day, and were appreciated by the master to become his disciple. We have always had the deepest friendship. There are some things that I can't bear to see you go astray. No matter how deviant you are, no matter who you misbehave, I never talk too much, but this time it's Master, the wound on your face is just a small punishment, if you really violate the rules, I'm afraid you will regret it too late."

"It is precisely because I am the master that I have to be sure..." Duan Xiao didn't want to listen to Xin Wuran's advice anymore, and waved his sleeves into the room, "It's getting dark, brother, let's hurry up and get on the road, if you let the master know that you are delayed The task, the younger brother will not speak well of you."

Xin Wuran knew that her persuasion was fruitless, so she finally turned around and left. The lonely figure disappeared from sight as the sky became dimmer and darker.

Ever since that embarrassment at the inn, Fu Liang's passionate pill never flared up again.

But because the symptom of Duoqing Pill attack was heartache, Wen Qing took it upon himself to classify Fu Liang's illness as a "heart disease", and gave him physical supplements every now and then.

Chicken hearts, duck hearts, pig hearts, etc. were all made up for him.

Fu Liang was too embarrassed to refuse Wen Qing's kindness, especially when he saw the expectant eyes and the scarred hands from making soup for him in the wilderness.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, the night is hanging upside down, and the long river is like a brocade.

In this sloppy hut with no one inhabited for tens of miles, Fu Liang managed to clean up a bed that could sleep on. Before he could lie on it, he heard the knock on the door.

Wen Qing worked for a long time in the temporary kitchen before making a bowl of chicken heart soup. Before he could wipe off the ashes on his face and hands, he quickly brought the soup to Fu Liang's door.

Shu Yuan, who fully supported his pursuit of love, walked beside him carrying a lantern.

But when he saw the candles in Fu Liang's door extinguished through the rough crack of the door, Wen Qing's smile immediately froze and restrained, and he stood there motionless.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Shu Yuan asked in a low voice, touching his arm with his lantern-carrying elbow.

"Ah Liang has already rested, it's too late now, will I disturb his rest if I bring it over?" Wen Qing curled his lips in distress, his delicate and dirty face was full of disappointment.

"It's so late that you have to bring it over." Shu Yuan lowered his voice and analyzed to him, "Aren't you stupid? You want to write, but you still want to make soup for him and mess yourself up at this late hour." It's a mess, the night is quiet, people's hearts are the softest, this is the critical moment to capture him, this soup must be delivered."

As he said that, he knelt down to get his hands dirty on the dirt, and then wiped it on Wen Qing's face.

Wen Qing: "..."

Shu Yuan chuckled with satisfaction: "This makes me feel even more pitiful."

In fact, there is no need to knock on the broken door at all, and it will open naturally when the wind is stronger.

Although Fu Liang had already eaten all kinds of hearts and felt nauseous, he got up and opened the chaifei for the sake of Wen Qing's polite knock on the door.

"Ah Liang, drink this bowl of soup while it's hot before going to bed."

Wen Qing held the steaming bowl of chicken heart soup respectfully with both hands, and happily said to him.

After Shu Yuan approached, he inserted the lantern in his hand on the lintel. The candlelight cast by it was just enough to see the filth on Wen Qing's face. is dirty.

"Is this - gallantry + bitter tricks?"

Fu Liang raised his eyebrows and thought, and let him walk in sideways.