Master milk me

"It hurts... Donglan...it hurts..."

Those two sharp zombie teeth pierced into the flesh, Shen Donglan sucked his blood unceremoniously, every time he moved, he would tighten his grip.

"Donglan...don't bite...um...it really hurts..."

Fu Xiaosi was begging for mercy, but Shen Donglan was indifferent.

Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer, and limply lay on the ground, allowing him to suck and bite, and a faint cry began to come out of his nose.

Not knowing if she heard him cry, Shen Donglan let go of his shoulders, and after the violence was over, she gently licked his wound.

The cry turned into a faint moan.

Fu Xiaosi bit his lip, the expression on his face was both shame and embarrassment.Ashamed and angry, Shen Donglan just made obscene gestures to tease herself, but he was so embarrassed that he had no power to fight back, and was bullied and cried.

"Senior brother..." Shen Donglan spoke, and her emotions became stable. I don't know if she regained consciousness, and whispered in his ear: "I'm sorry, senior brother... I can't help it...I don't know what happened just now, I just can't help myself."

Fu Xiaosi said in shame and indignation: "Get up..."

"Don't..." Not only did Shen Donglan get offended, but she clasped his wrist, pressed her lips closer to his ear, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you angry?"

Fu Xiaosi turned his face sideways, avoiding his approaching lips: "No..."

Shen Donglan followed persistently, seemed a little anxious, and said in an extremely excited tone, "Don't be angry, okay? I... I really... didn't do it on purpose..."

"You..." He lowered his head, restrained his shyness, bit his lips and said, "You rascal. You were poisoned by the corpse...how...you can still do that..."

"En?" Shen Donglan suddenly laughed, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter? Why don't I remember? Brother, please remind me..."

Pounding the ground angrily: "Shen Donglan!"

Happy to respond: "Oh——"

Fu Xiaosi pushed his head: "Oh, you are big! Get up!"

"Okay, okay..." He obediently fell to the side.

Fu Xiaosi covered the wound bitten by him, and said angrily: "Now that I am bitten by you and infected with corpse poison, I will definitely become as manic as you. If other juniors see... How can senior brother treat him if he loses face?"

Shen Donglan opened her arms, revealing two cute zombie teeth, and said with a chuckle: "Senior brother, come here...I'll hold you and hide you in my arms, so they won't be able to see you."

"Go away." Fu Xiaosi licked his upper teeth with the tip of his tongue, but the teeth did not change. It seemed that he hadn't reacted to the poison yet, so he had to find Zhang Yanqing quickly.

Thinking about it, he was about to get off the carriage: "I'll go to Master to suppress it, lest I become as mad as you and bite other juniors."

How could the lamb with its mouth let him slip away?

Shen Donglan dragged him back in dissatisfaction, pulled him into her arms domineeringly, and said with a smirk: "That's impossible, brother, you can only bite me. How about this... Let's tie our bodies together and bite each other, isn't it? Isn't it the best of both worlds? To avoid harming others..."

"You!" Fu Xiaosi was so angry that he was rubbing against each other.

Shen Donglan's smile deepened: "How about me?"

"You have no shame! You bastard!"

He lowered his head, touched his lips lightly, and said embarrassingly, "I'm still a hooligan..."

"..." With this unexpected kiss, Fu Xiao Sichu's whole body tensed up in his arms, and he was in a daze. He didn't recover for a long time, but just looked at Shen Donglan with a pair of unbelievable eyes.

"Senior brother..." He smiled dumbly, and kissed him again, this time he didn't leave, but became more unscrupulous, and opened his teeth: "You are so cute."

"Hmm..." His breath was submerged, and his body collapsed into a ball in his arms, without the slightest resistance.

The carriage arrived at the gate of Sanshen Village and stopped.

During this period, Zhang Yanqing rested for a while, before opening his eyes, a disciple came to him in a hurry: "Master is not good!"

Zhang Yanqing was pulled back to her consciousness, opened her eyes slowly, and said, "What's wrong?"

He said anxiously: "Over there! Senior Brother and Junior Brother Shen are fighting in the carriage!"

"..." Fighting?

how?

Bie Xiaosi is so gentle.

Zhang Yanqing frowned, seemed to have guessed something, immediately got out of the carriage, looked for it, opened the curtain of the carriage and saw that the two were really entangled.

Fu Xiaosi was infected, with a pair of blood-red eyes and deep winter blue biting each other. There were clearly visible teeth marks on his neck and wrists.

Surprisingly, the wrists and ankles of the two people were tied together, so entangled that they were inseparable.

It's really not worrying.Zhang Yanqing sighed slightly, stepped into the carriage, each with a knife in his hand, and knocked them all unconscious in the carriage.

Outside, Honeysuckle came and called him: "Doctor... our village is here. You follow me, and I will take you to my house..."

"En." Zhang Yanqing went down.

The carriage drove into Sanshen Village.

It attracted the attention of many villagers.

Zhang Yanqing observed the village through the window.There are a total of more than [-] people living in the village, half of whom fled from the border war and lived here.

There is a drought here, and the villagers can't farm the land, they can only live by eating potatoes, and all of them are so hungry that they are sallow, emaciated, and skinny.

On the road, you can see sick people groaning/groaning everywhere.

Someone noticed the girl sitting in front of the carriage, pointed at her and said, "Isn't that honeysuckle?"

Another person also took a look: "Really!"

The village was in panic.

Because people infected with flower plague came back.

Before they reached the door of Honeysuckle's house, those people stopped the carriage, and all of them pointed at her fiercely and said, "Why are you back, you weird thing!"

Honeysuckle was taken aback by the drink, tears welling in her eyes: "I...I miss my daddy...he's back..."

"Come back with Huabang! Are you trying to kill your father!"

"No!" She jumped off the carriage, stood helplessly in front of a group of people, held her face, and said, "Look! My flower plague is cured! I won't infect people!"

All the villagers look at me, I look at you, and carefully observe the face of Honeysuckle, and there is no trace of Yuronghua.

But they were still worried, after all, the first one who got the plague was the little girl.Once she got it, all the children in the village who played close to her got it.

They can only isolate the children, or drive them out, and the atmosphere is endless when they think about it.It all depends on who?It all depends on her!If it weren't for her own children, they wouldn't be infected with flower plague!

"Get out now!"

"Three months! Why are you still alive!"

"Are you trying to kill your parents?"

"I..." Honeysuckle sniffed aggrievedly, tears streaming down her face.She didn't want to, she really didn't intend to infect others with the flower plague... She was just afraid, so she hid at home and dared not speak out.

"Honeysuckle." Zhang Yanqing's gentle voice came.

The isolated and helpless Honeysuckle found support at once, trotted behind him, and hid in a circle protected by a group of teenagers.

The villagers then turned their attention to them.

A group of strangers, all handsome and eye-catching, dressed brightly, if they hadn't seen their heels sticking to the ground, they would almost have thought that a group of immortals had come.

Those who came were either rich or expensive, and their tone lowered a bit: "Who are you?"

Zhang Yanqing spat out two words: "Shu Mountain."

"Shu Mountain?" Hearing this place name, the villagers' eyes lit up one after another. They have heard for a long time that Shu Mountain is a place where immortals live and hide from the world.

"The Shu Mountain you mentioned...is it the fairy mountain where Taoists live?"

Zhang Yanqing: "Yes."

"Then you are...?"

Zhang Yanqing: "Taoist."

"Really or not?" There was a lot of discussion among the village names, and another person questioned: "Is it really an immortal? But there was news from Jinling before... the people living in Shushan are not immortals, but the demons... "

The disciples were dissatisfied: "Who are talking about demons!"

The man shrank his neck resentfully: "It's not what I said... What are you so excited about? Is it possible that I said the heart... is it really a demon?"

The teenagers have lived in Shushan for a long time, and they have a high temper. When they heard such words, they counterattacked: "A bunch of troublemakers."

Thinking of people so viciously, why save them?Maybe they have to be blamed if they are saved... Isn't this asking for trouble?

The teenagers hated this group of people and wanted to beat them up.But Zhang Yanqing was extraordinarily calm, and just waved her hand to signal for them to back down.

He calmly said: "I will come here this time to practice medicine and save people. If you don't want to... we will leave. But once we leave, you will all die under the plague."

"Who are you cursed by the demon way to die!"

Zhang Yanqing didn't speak.Honeysuckle, who was hiding behind him, poked her head out and said timidly: "Everyone believe in him...he can really cure our flower plague. Look at my face...this doctor cured it."

"This..." The villagers looked at each other in dismay, hesitating, but with a hint of vigilance and scrutiny.

But Honeysuckle's smooth face was clearly placed there, without any sign of being infected by the flower plague, which was indeed a little more believable.

Zhang Yanqing stood there for a while, then said calmly: "Since you are not welcome, then we will leave."

He left without hesitation, with a wave of his hand, all the disciples returned to the carriage one after another.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Honeysuckle became anxious, stood in front of the carriage, and cried, "Wait...doctor...you save us...there is no one else who can save us except you. Otherwise we will all die."

Faced with the girl's begging, Zhang Yanqing remained indifferent, took the reins of the horse, turned around and prepared to leave.

At this time, the villagers finally responded, and one person stepped forward and stopped them.

Although some do not believe in outsiders, a dead horse is treated like a living horse, and a group of children are still waiting for treatment. No one wants to die under this disgusting plague.

His attitude lowered a little: "You... If you can really save us, then, then, let's stay... Our child is still locked up on the mountain, waiting to die inside."

With a sad face, he choked up and said: "Two children have died...the corpses are covered with flowers, and they have become the nourishment for those flowers..."

Honeysuckle looked at him pleadingly: "Doctor..."

Zhang Yanqing let go of the rein, met her pitiful eyes expressionlessly, and said two words: "Lead the way."

Honeysuckle nodded again and again: "Oh...okay. You follow me...my house is not far ahead, and I will be there soon."

With that said, she walked forward.

The villagers make way for a passage.

Zhang Yanqing and his disciple Yuma followed.

A certain milk dumpling was sitting on the roof of the carriage with his chin resting on his hands, his eyes were shining brightly on Zhang Yanqing's handsome back, and he looked at him with admiration.

Honeysuckle's home is next to the village.

It was a small earthen house, dilapidated and exposed to the wind and sun, but it was considered good in this poor village, at least there was a roof to keep out the rain.

Sitting at the door was a stooped little old man with gray hair and cloudy eyes, standing there on a crutch like a statue, motionless.

The little old man didn't know what happened, he looked dazed, he kept looking at the road at the door, and didn't even respond when his daughter came back.

"Daddy!" Seeing the little old man, Honeysuckle burst into tears and ran over, threw herself into his arms, and looked at him with teary eyes: "My daughter is back!"

"Huahua..." the little old man murmured, as if murmuring her name, but he never took a look at Honeysuckle.

Jin Yinhua wiped her tears, looked at Zhang Yanqing, and said, "Don't be afraid, doctor, my father has been like this since he was kicked out. He won't hurt anyone."

Zhang Yanqing: "Yes."

Seemingly thinking of something, she stopped crying and said, "Does the doctor want glutinous rice and red thread?"

Zhang Yanqing: "Yes."

"I'll go get it."

"Wait." Zhang Yanqing called to stop her: "Please cook some glutinous rice porridge."

She smiled shyly, "Is the doctor hungry?"

"..." Zhang Yanqing didn't speak.

She withdrew her smile in embarrassment, lowered her head, pulled the broken hair around her ears, and walked out: "Wait, doctor, I'm afraid I don't have enough glutinous rice, so I'll borrow some from someone else's house."

"Wait." Zhang Yanqing stopped her again, took out some broken silver from her pocket, and handed it to her: "Thank you."

Honeysuckle declined: "I don't need it, doctor..."

She doesn't accept it.Zhang Yanqing gave the money to the little old man.

The little old man who was still demented at first, his eyes lit up when he saw Qian, and he accepted it unceremoniously.

The girl's eyes were red again, and she said gratefully, "Thank you doctor."

In the evening, Zhang Yanqing tied up the two unlucky apprentices with a red thread, sprinkled glutinous rice on the carriage, forced them to pour glutinous rice porridge, and made them lie on the ground full of glutinous rice.

The glutinous rice they touched was blackened.

"Does Master work?" Long Long asked.

Zhang Yanqing turned her head and gave it a look that you are not talking nonsense. Of course, the quality is cultivated since childhood, so he would not say such impolite words.

Even for his group.

So: "You go and let them have a bite, and go with them Yu, Xi, Tuan, Team, Du, Jia. You will know after lying down overnight."

"..." Longlong fought back: "Then I have to lie with you and bite you too."

"You can try."

"Just try it..." Looking at the two senior brothers who were fighting each other, it hesitated: "Forget it, I don't want to try. I'm afraid you'll break my dragon horn."

"..." Too lazy to argue with it, Zhang Yanqing boarded the carriage blankly, and Nai Tuanzi followed.

He leaned in the car, took the inventory book, and calculated how much ground grass was left in the inventory he brought, and whether it was enough to solve the infection of the flower plague.

Longlong swayed his tail, sat opposite him, looked at him with his hands on his cheeks, his small eyes looked at him like looking at the stars in the sky, the more he looked at him, the rarer he looked.

Zhang Yanqing felt uncomfortable, and said, "Get out."

It hummed: "I didn't bother you."

He said bluntly: "You see me upset."

"Isn't Qingqing heartless?"

"I have yours."

"Then..." It came over with a smile, sat down beside him, and said with a smirk: "My heart...is it beating wildly now?"

Zhang Yanqing: "No."

"How come!" It leaned its chin on his shoulder: "I can feel it...it's restless, not my emotions. It's yours..."

"..." Zhang Yanqing put down the book, turned his head to look at it, and after a while, reached out and grabbed his dragon horn: "Do you know why?"

"Ok?"

"It annoys you."

The tail drooped, and its eyes were aggrieved: "Ah... really? Qingqing, are you annoying me?"

"..." What Zhang Yanqing couldn't stand the most was its innocent appearance, it was clearly making mistakes, but it seemed that everyone owed it.

"Qingqing... you're just... bored with me..." It blinked disappointedly, "I didn't expect... I thought Qingqing would like me like this..."

Zhang Yanqing was silent for a moment, then said softly: "It's not annoying."

Naituanzi's eyes lit up: "That's what I like!"

His eyes moved away, and he fell on the writing absent-mindedly, "It's not like I like it."

It hummed: "Then does Qingqing like me or hate me?"

"..." This was a difficult question, and he chose not to answer it.

A small hand was pressed on his book, Longlong wagged his tail and leaned towards him, hooking his hands around his neck: "If you don't speak, you just like me. Qingqing is super invincible and likes me, right?"

His feet were about to move, and a certain group noticed it vigilantly, and immediately let go of him, shrank into a corner, weak and helpless: "You want to kick me again!"

The corners of Zhang Yanqing's mouth rose slightly, evoking a shallow smile: "If you don't want to get kicked, just stay there...don't move without my order."

"..." Obediently replied: "Oh..."

He went on looking at the inventory book.

"Qingqing, you said you were going to leave earlier, do you really want to go?" After a while of silence, it talked to him again: "You told those people."

"Yes." Zhang Yanqing agreed.

"why?"

He turned a page of the book and said lightly: "I have very little time, and I don't want to waste it on things that are meaningless and rewarding."

"Well...how did you become so unfeeling." It looked at Zhang Yanqing with its chin resting on its hands, and felt that he was far away, but it was clearly close at hand.

"You weren't like this before."

"How was I before?" As if recalling something, Zhang Yanqing paused slightly, her slender eyelashes trembling.

"You used to be...very soft-hearted."

He squinted at the corner of the corner looking at him in a daze, and pressed the corners of his lips bitterly, "If I had been more decisive, I wouldn't have watched you die in front of my eyes."

As he said that, he withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes secretly: "It's the same for you. If you were as ruthless as you are now... you wouldn't be killed by me."

"..." Its innocent little face sank.

Zhang Yanqing continued: "I know you really want to kill me. Day and night... Even when I was asleep, you stretched out your claws towards me."

Although he said this lightly, there was an unconcealable sense of loss in his tone.

In fact, he cared a lot, and he cared a lot.

"Did you misunderstand something?"

Longlong came over, stretched out his hand and grabbed his hand: "I want to kill you...you have already lost all bones. My claws and teeth are exposed...it's just long and I want to grind it."

"..." Zhang Yanqing didn't speak.

"Qingqing, why don't you believe it?"

"..." Still silent.

"You wait..." It jumped out of the carriage, and after a while it turned into a long black dragon and came back with his Wuxinqin in its mouth, and put the Wuxinqin on his lap.

It turned Wuxinqin over with its claws, and showed him the marks left by its grinding claws on the lower body of the piano:

"Look, this is what I wear... I'm just afraid that you will hit me and I dare not face you. Also, behind the cabinet, under the bed, many of your clothes and shoes are eaten by me... I'm afraid of you Hit me, I said it was bitten by a mouse. If you don’t believe me, go back and have a look.”

"..." Zhang Yanqing raised her cold eyes.

A certain dragon was stunned for a moment, tilted its head, suddenly seemed to have realized something, turned around stiffly, and was about to run away.

However, before he could take a step, the tip of his tail was stepped on by a foot.

"What are you running for?" Zhang Yanqing tugged at its dragon horns, dragged it into her arms, slowly drew out her sword, and said solemnly, "It's time for a manicure."

"..."