I'm going to fight

As soon as he arrived in the town, Situ Che dragged Jing Zhao to buy a new set of clothes. Not to mention his cleanliness habit, it was just the blood stains on his body, and the title of murderer walking on the street was stuck on his forehead.

I bought two sets of clothes for Jing Zhao and himself. Originally, Jing Zhao’s skin was very fair, and wearing white clothes would make him look more energetic. Situ Che thought about it. Although black is an exclusive color for demons, it is difficult to buy, but Or buy it all in black.

It's not too difficult to pretend to be a demon, you can buy it just by fooling around.

Jing Zhao didn't have any objection either, he just said what he said.

"Shenjun doesn't wear red clothes." She looked at Situ Che who had finished changing, and said in surprise.

"It sounds like I really want to wear it. The red is too conspicuous." Because there are ready-made clothes suitable for him in the store, Situ Che doesn't have to wait long, while Jing Zhao was arrested to make tailor-made clothes, so the three of them squatted down. Whisper on the sidelines.

"Is not it?"

Situ Che rubbed his temples, "Am I so flirtatious?"

"Isn't the Suanni Tianjun in the past a walking murder weapon, dedicated to killing people, and wearing white clothes stained with blood is very conspicuous." Fusang interjected, and then glanced at Situ Che, "Fusang just heard about it."

"After all, Fusang signed the contract after I buried my heart in the Sea of ​​Lost Souls, but you are right." Situ Che shrugged, "After me, Yazi went to the battlefield, probably because of my influence... Black It’s not obvious if it’s dirty, and it’s very troublesome to wash clothes on the battlefield. If you have mana to clean it, it’s better to save it and defeat the demons, and go home and wash it clean.”

Fusang Heshe looked at Situ Che, who was dressed in black, leaning against the door. The latter was lazily fiddling with the wound medicine in his hand, and a large amount of brilliance shone from his bewitching peach eyes. What was he thinking about.The pure black clothes are not out of place as imagined, on the contrary, it seems that this person is more suitable for black than red.

Stern, close to death, noble and lonely color.

Just like, the Suan Ni Tianjun who held the Chaoyang Fengming swords in the past had a hollow look in his eyes when he executed the order.

At the age of 30, Suan Ni chose the most prestigious Qingcang Tianjun as a spiritual guide; at the age of 150, the adult Suan Ni successfully graduated and became the most outstanding god, Ding Yuntian's walking weapon; At the age of two hundred, Yazi, the ninth son of the dragon, was born; at the age of 230, Suan Ni became the spirit of Yazi; at the age of three hundred, he brought Yazi to the battlefield.

1000 Two hundred years old, Suan Ni buried his heart in the sea of ​​lost souls, and after three hundred years old, the memory of Yazi was completely sealed.When Fusang recognized his master, Suan Ni was [-] years old, and later, at the age of [-], Suan Ni was expelled from Dingyuntian because he injured Ya Zi.

Originally, he could surpass Qingcang Tianjun and become Dingyuntian's most noble upper god.

Noticing the two eyes, Situ Che curled his lips, "I don't regret it, don't look at me with such pitiful eyes."

After finishing speaking, I ignored their reactions, and walked towards Jing Zhao who had changed his clothes. He originally put his arm on the little guy's head, but it turned out that Jing Zhao had grown too tall, so it was a bit reluctant, so he put it on his shoulder, How is it, is it suitable?"

Jing Zhao's face was flushed, the black robe made him less childish, his pair of phoenix eyes were probing, the baby fat on his face disappeared at some point, he usually only cared about Situ Qingrang and Situ Jingzhao, and never cared about it What does he look like, but he looks like a handsome young man in troubled times.

Situ Che wanted to look away, but his eyes stuck to Jing Zhao's face. After struggling for a while, he reached out and pressed the skin next to Jing Zhao's eyes, narrowed his eyes and said, "Little Jing Zhao, your eyes are so beautiful..."

"Same as Yazi."

So light it's almost inaudible.

Jing Zhao's eyelashes fluttered, and he obediently let Situ Che look at him.

"The eyelashes are so long and curled up..." Situ Che put his hand on his cheek and moved closer, "Xiao Jingzhao will definitely be a great beauty when he grows up."

"Big brother is."

"what?"

"It's nothing... I mean, the clothes don't seem to be cheap, do we have any money?" Jing Zhao took the opportunity to slip out from under him, and said without turning his head.

Situ Che spread his hands.

Jing Zhao stared at him blankly, and said for a long time, "Brother...what should I do if I don't have any money..."

Situ Che grabbed his hand and ran away.

Jing Zhao was obviously wandering away, bumping along the way, his eyes wide open, he just grabbed Situ Che's hand, and lost his soul.Situ Che pulled him like a rag doll, and ran very freely. He lifted Jing Zhao onto the horse at once, and with his legs clamped around the horse's belly, the horse galloped forward like a gust of wind. It was really a young furry horse with clothes and shoes. Merry.

"It's been a long time since I feel so comfortable." Situ Che said with a smile while holding the rein with his left hand.

Fusang who rushed over sighed, "Your Highness, you are still seriously injured."

"Just be happy, be happy."

Fusang glared at him, "Like an old man."

"I'm an old man, I'm already [-] years old!" Situ Che pursed his lips, smiling wickedly, and accidentally met Jing Zhao from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help being stunned.

Jing Zhao tugged at his clothes, with wet eyes, like a helpless deer, looking at him pitifully.

"Hey? Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Will you be hunted down? I don't want it!" Jing Zhao's soft voice was filled with crying.

Situ Che suppressed a smile, "The clothes are too expensive, I have no money."

Jing Zhao buried his head in deep thought for half a second, then raised his head and said, "Then, brother, run! What if you get caught?"

"It's okay, don't worry." Situ Che said with a smile, "At worst, I will be whipped."

Jing Zhao became even more depressed.

Situ Che looked at the tense Jing Zhao who was looking left and right, and felt a little guilty, so he confessed: "I paid for it, don't make a sour face, it's so ugly."

"...Where did you get the money? Didn't you say you don't have silver?"

"There is no silver." Situ Che embarrassedly took out a piece from his back and put it in Jing Zhao's hand, "There is gold."

Fusang yelled: "Your Highness, your dragon nature is revealed again! You are hiding something shiny again!"

Situ Che looked at her in annoyance, tilted his mouth, and complained to Jing Zhao in a low voice, "That's why I didn't want Little Fusang to see it."

Jing Zhao smiled next to the frowning Situ Che.

Although there was such an episode as cheating Jing Zhao, Situ Che still did not forget his purpose, he chose the inn excitedly, chose the best room to live in, and quickly ordered Xiaoer to arrange the objects in the room according to his requirements , brought the hot water to the second floor, then slammed the door shut, and went to take a bath.She and Jing Zhao were both dumbfounded to see a set of kung fu flowing like clouds and flowing water.

Fusang sat downstairs, eating pastry with a calm face.

"Your Highness is like that. It doesn't matter if you feel uncomfortable at ordinary times, but you must have the best conditions." Fusang took a bite of the candied apple, thought it was delicious, and took a few more, "It's really like the gods."

Jing Zhao wobbled and sat next to her, "Sister Fusang, aren't you a divine beast? Appearing in front of the human race..."

"It's okay, didn't you see her hair color change?" She pointed to Fusang whose hair color changed to black at some point. She looked like an ordinary girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, with dark eyes Childish.

"Whether it's a god or a demon, human beings will forget it after a while." Fusang said lightly after taking a sip of tea.

"Brother too?"

Filling tea for him, holding his chin, thoughtful, "Although the god is reincarnated as a human, he doesn't belong here, and he is a god who lives everywhere. So what if he doesn't forget, he will always leave."

Fusang glanced at Jing Zhao, holding the teacup in both hands, "He only has His Highness Yazi in his heart, why would he stay here?"

Jing Zhao lowered his head slightly, biting his lip.

"Isn't the god afraid of water? Why are you in such a hurry to take a bath?" Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, she changed the topic.

"According to you, does your highness not take a bath for a thousand years?" Fusang rolled his eyes at him, "Although your highness hates water, he has a serious obsession with cleanliness. He hates dirt more than water."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Situ Che's leisurely voice from the stairs, saying in his usual tone: "Why, is there a meeting downstairs?"

"Shenjun, let me replace you..."

As soon as She stood up, Situ Che approached Jing Zhao with a smile, "Little Jing Zhao, come here and change my medicine."

"Ah?" Jing Zhao looked at Situ Che blankly, and after half a second, his face turned red.

Situ Che ignored him so much, hooked Jing Zhao's neck, and dragged him upstairs, "Come on, my right hand got wet, the water is disgusting..."

With this hook, Situ Che realized that Jing Zhao had reached the height between his eyebrows, and he gave a "tsk", and regardless of Jing Zhao's objection, he stuffed the wound medicine into his hand, sat down on the bed himself, and patted the wound on his hand. Next to him, "Xiao Jingzhao, come here!"

Jing Zhao glanced at him helplessly, and stood obediently behind him. As soon as he took out the wound medicine, Situ Che started to take off his clothes.

"Big brother..."

In order not to drip water on the wound, the slightly wet black hair was loosely draped over the left shoulder, and the body with the robe off was completely naked. He wrapped the robe around his waist, turned his head and said, "Xiao Jingzhao, take it easy, I fear pain!"

Jing Zhao's face was flushed, and even his ears were dyed pink. Situ Che couldn't help feeling cute when he saw it, so he stretched out his hand to pinch Jing Zhao's face. Jing Zhao stepped back in a hurry, stuttering, "Brother, brother , don't tease me..."

"Hey? When did I tease you? I'm a very serious person!" Situ Che greeted for a while, but Jing Zhao still didn't want to go over. He had no choice but to turn around and sighed: "Okay, don't tease you, come here Take the medicine."

Jing Zhao came over, poured out some of the wound medicine, and applied it on his back.

Situ Che is not too thick, nor is he slender like Ruoliu Fufeng. If he wants to describe it, it should be well-proportioned.He has a slender figure with well-defined joints, and the outline of muscles will faintly emerge when he moves, which contains a power that no one dares to underestimate and destroys the world.

On the white back, the wound on the right shoulder was terrifying, and as the cloth strip was untied, the re-opened scar began to ooze blood again.Jing Zhao held his breath, and carefully untied the bloody cloth strip, but the place where the blood stuck was tightly adhered to the flesh, and the flesh would be torn with a little force.

"Big brother..."

"Pull it hard and it will be torn apart." Situ Che sat on the bed, leaned on the standing Jing Zhao's waist, raised his head, looking tired, "I don't have the strength to shout now."

The bangs were loose, and the black hair on the left shoulder slipped a little, tickling Jing Zhao's palm. Situ Che, who was always healthy, also looked weak at this moment, his cheeks were slightly red, and his peach eyes were also tinged with crimson.

Jing Zhao's face turned red, and turned pale again after hearing his words.

"Call, call Brother She to come...I..."

"No." Situ Che narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to fiddle with Jing Zhao's hair, and there was a vague smile on his lips, "If I let him come this time, then I won't ask you to help me in the future. Could it be that Xiao Jing Zhao hates it? trouble?"

Jing Zhao bit his lip, his eyes were foggy, and soaked the clothes with medicinal wine, and after the clothes and skin were separated, he tore off the cloth.He heard a low gasp, and saw that Situ Che had teased and pinched his face, "What's the matter, Xiao Jingzhao was scared to cry by me?"

"No……"

"Don't worry, I'm a god, because of this kind of thing, I'm rolling all over the floor in pain, so it's a shame." While Jing Zhao was giving him medicine, he comforted him.

His slightly cool fingertips touched Situ Che's back, and he froze for a moment, then remembered the scar from his last injury, with red and blue interlaced suanni patterns on it, and then Jing Zhao's low voice sounded behind him, "God is really hardworking."

"It's okay, okay, I've been busy for 300 years, and it was Yazi who went to quell the demons." Situ Che waved his hand, then thought of something, and asked, "They actually said that I would call his name in my dreams, It's too exaggerated, you have slept with me for so long, have you heard of it?"

Jing Zhao paused with his hands, shook his head and said, "No, apart from his sleeping position being a little bit bad, brother is actually fine."

"I'll say it!"

"Jai Zi, what kind of god is he?" Jing Zhao said softly after a long time.

Situ Che tore off the cloth strip on his abdomen. There were three injuries, namely the right shoulder, abdomen and right palm. The injury on the abdomen was more serious than the injury on the shoulder.Originally, he was worried that Jing Zhao would be afraid, so he came by himself, but Jing Zhao tore off the old cloth strips while crying, put new wound medicine on it, and then answered beside him.

"Yazi, she's a great beauty." Situ Che clicked his tongue twice, his waist hurt, and he gasped again. It took him a long while to answer, "Your brother, I like him so much!"

"That's right..." Jing Zhao smiled, "Brother is really frank."

He sighed, and said as a matter of course: "Since everyone knows, there is nothing to hide. Such an outstanding god, it's not shameful to like him, right?"

Jing Zhao didn't know if he didn't hear him, so he ignored him.

Situ Che watched Jing Zhao put new medicine on the wound on his abdomen jerky, sat across from him, took his right hand, and applied the medicine on his palm.

"Does it hurt?"

"Uh, it's okay."

Jing Zhao stared at him, "Does it hurt?"

"a little."

Lowering his head, Jing Zhao sighed, "Brother, it would be great if I was Qing Rang."

Situ Che was taken aback, "Why do you say that?"

"Because, if I were Qing Rang, then elder brother would not have suffered such a serious injury." Jing Zhao said, "Although I am not qualified to say it, I still feel that elder brother has done something wrong, always not cherishing his body so much. .”

Facing the silent Situ Che, Jing Zhao moved closer, and there was a hazy determination in his phoenix eyes, which seemed to be searching, but also seemed to question, "For eldest brother, this life is just a task, right? That's why I don't care about it at all. Own."

"So is the royal family, so is the family, so is Qing Rang, and so am I," Jing Zhao's hand holding his wrist trembled slightly, "Brother is just playing on the occasion. That's right, brother is a god, and we are ordinary mortals, how can we ask brother do what."

Situ Che frowned, "I didn't mean that."

"Brother, you are." Jing Zhao smiled wryly, "You are fearless because you don't care about anything."

"That's not the case." Situ Che stared at him, gritted his teeth, and growled, "I see myself as one of you, but I see myself as a human being!"

Jing Zhao smiled, "I didn't wrong you, you never thought that way, because you can't come back to life after death, and you don't cherish life."

Situ Che stared at him for a long time, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

Unable to refute.

He knew that Jing Zhao did not wrong him.

Always thinking that it doesn't matter if you die, and you don't care about your own life. Under the condition of death, you trample on other people's feelings in the name of tenderness, and look down on others condescendingly with the air of God.

However, for the human race, even if it is the same soul, if it is lost, it can no longer meet or recognize each other.Once life is exhausted, one farewell is forever, and death is cruel.

Imposing one's will on others, disregarding the other's ideas, acting recklessly, thinking that one is thinking of the other, but in fact leaving the other only pain.

Yazi, maybe I feel helpless to myself like this.At the beginning, he ignored Yazi's thoughts and made a deal with Qingcang Tianjun without authorization. Although it was because of Yazi, this farewell separated thousands of times.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Jingzhao." He slowed down his expression, and leaned his head on Jingzhao's shoulder, "I made you worry."

Jing Zhao didn't expect him to approach him suddenly, so he tensed up all of a sudden, put his hands on his back slowly, and secretly played with Situ Che's hair, "I'm very worried. seen……"

"I know I'm not qualified to blame big brother, but I'm really scared!" Jing Zhao frowned, "I'm not Qing Rang, I'm big brother's brother. I'm just a bastard, and I have done bad things to you before. But you've saved me twice."

Seeing that Jing Zhao had already started to twitch, Situ Che pulled him over and hugged him, "Okay, okay, don't cry, I'm most afraid of seeing him cry."

Jing Zhao hugged his waist, buried his face in his chest, and said for a while, "So I thought that elder brother was just acting. How could a concubine be like a concubine...but how could someone suffer such a serious injury for acting. "

"Didn't I say that I will make up for the gap between you and your son-in-law." Situ Che rubbed his hair, "I will treat you as I treat Qing Rang."

"Brother...thank you."

Situ Che rubbed him again, feeling something was wrong, thought for a while and said, "It seems that this is the first time you call me 'brother', you usually call me 'big brother', only Xiao Qingrang."

"I just want to try how it feels to shout like that!" Jing Zhao stuck out his tongue embarrassingly.

"You can keep shouting that if you like."

Jing Zhao shook his head, "Qing Rang will be angry."

"Hey? Why?"

"Didn't Big Brother find out..." Jing Zhao looked at him helplessly, his cheeks puffed up, "Only Qing Rang can call 'Brother', otherwise he will fight with me again."

Situ Che imagined Qing Rang's angry appearance, and nodded slowly.

I feel that Qing Rang, like Ya Zi, is a difficult brat.Situ Che lowered his eyes halfway, feeling tired, leaning on the bed and falling asleep, his face suddenly warmed up, and Jing Zhao was smiling at him when he raised his eyes.

"Good night, brother, go to bed early." Jing Zhao stood up and said softly.

"Ah, well, Xiao Jingzhao too..."

Situ Che watched Jing Zhao's figure disappear by the door, and obediently closed the door, then stretched out his hand, put it on his slightly hot cheek, blinked, and lowered his eyes.

Like, was kissed? !

The author has something to say: Clothes are stuck to the wound, so you can’t tear it like Lao Yang. Ruan Mengzhao’s approach is correct. First soak the clothes with disinfectant, and then tear them apart after the clothes are separated from the wound. Afterwards, you must disinfect them. OK, and avoid tampering (of course, I don't expect this dragon to be safe.

[Small Theater] It's still a stalk of personality differences in and out of the play

Fusang: Brother Yazi seems to know how to make Yang Yaosang come to you automatically?I usually see Yang Yaosang is indifferent to men, and he likes to talk to girls.

Yazi: Xiaoyang is a money-grubbing person, and the characters in this drama are similar to him this time.

Fusang: For example?

Yazi: (Takes out the phone, and pulls out a piece of news: The richest man in the heavenly world, Yazi, is going to buy the food street in the underworld)

Fusang: (Poke the comment with his finger and read the one with the most likes) This person called "Apple is always black" said... "Yazi SAMA, do you still need a brother, the kind who can warm your bed"... So bold =///=, who is this?And if you show me these again, I will ask my agent sister to sue you for sexual harassment.

Yazi: So that night I did what he wished and let Xiaoyang warm his bed.

Fuso:? ? ?