After I went down to earth, I hired a loyal dog shadow guard

"Well!"

Just when Lin Jimo cut the tendons of his hands, Ying Shiqi struggled, his whole body shook violently, and his hands were pulled back vigorously, as if to hide, but unfortunately, Ying Shiqi's arms were covered by Lin Jimo all the way to the palms and fingers. Jimmy tied it up beforehand.

After a few twitches, Ying Shiqi stopped struggling as if giving up, and turned his head to one side. Tears slowly flowed from the corners of his trembling eyes, and flowed into his hair along his forehead.

Lin Jimo found that Ying Shiqi had stopped struggling, and methodically speeded up a little, and began to cut and sew.

Tianji didn't expect that Ying Shiqi would cry, and didn't want to have his tendons cut open again in his sleep?Tianji once again regretted cutting Shiqi's hand tendons back then.

Tianji sat on the bed, put Ying Shiqi's head on her lap, gently wiped Ying Shiqi's tears, stroked his cheeks and hair, and silently exuded gentle consciousness, just like coaxing Shiqi to sleep before, hoping Seventeen can calm down and stop crying.

Wuxi helped pass the knife to Lin Ji Moduanshui, and at the same time, he also paid attention to Tianji's reaction. He had a better understanding of the relationship between Tianji Daoist and the young leader. The Demon Cult finally found a young leader. Tianji Daoist has such a relationship, I really don't know what the leader plans to do in the future.

Near midnight, Lin Jimo finally completed all the steps. Tianji gently stroked Ying Shiqi's wrist, which had been bandaged again, and waved away.

Seeing that Tianji disrespected him as a poison doctor so much, Lin Jimo was about to have a seizure, so he stood up without any breath and pulled him out by wiping his sweat.

After leaving the door, Lin Jimo shook off Wu Xi's hand and said expressionlessly, "I want to eat roast chicken."

"..." Hearing this confident tone, Wuxi took a few steps forward and ignored him.

Lin Jimo chased after him and patted Wu Xi on the shoulder, "Wu Xi, I'm so tired and want to eat roast chicken."

I haven't seen him for nearly a year, and this person still hasn't changed a bit. Forget it, who let him fall into Lin Jimo's hands? It's precisely because of his unchanged attitude that Wu Xi always feels that the two have just separated. .

"Let's go, let's roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose, steam lamb, bear's paw, and deer's tail, do you want to eat?"

This was what Tianji said casually when Wu Xi was talking about the name of the dish with Tianji and Ying Shiqi last night, and Wuxi only listened to it once and subconsciously remembered it in his mind.

What Wuxi didn't know at the time was that these Tianying Seventeen ate with Tianji. They didn't know much about anything else, but they memorized a lot of dish names. Myself, the taste of scallions dipped in mustard is a must!

Lin Jimo didn't know the reason, looked at Wuxi and said seriously, "I can't eat so much."

Wu Xi was amused by Lin Jimo's expression and laughed, "Hahaha! If you want to eat, I won't make it for you. It would be nice to have a roast chicken."

Lin Jimo realized that he was being tricked, and put his big hand on Wu Xi's waist, "You, don't you want to get up tomorrow?"

The smile on the corner of Wu Xi's mouth froze, this man is so stingy?Let's run first!At this time, Lin Jimo breathed "En?"

The two haven't seen each other for a long time, and they have been concerned about the situation before and didn't talk about the past. Now Lin Jimo's tone is full of hints, so that countless moving pictures flashed in Wuxi's mind, and his waist softened instantly, forget it, I really ran Lin Jimo will not be able to catch up if he has no internal strength, he still has to pretend that he can't run, and it doesn't matter if he can't get up tomorrow, just sleep in.

Tianji didn't need to sleep, he stayed with Ying Shiqi all night. Early the next morning, he found that Ying Shiqi's wound was swollen, and his wrists were as swollen as steamed buns. It was terrifying.

"Papa!" "Papa!" There was a knock on the door of Wu Xi and Lin Jimo.

"Lin Jimo, what time is it, get up and have a look, Shi Qi's wrist is swollen!" This was Tian Ji's voice.

"Lin Jimo! Get up and show me your son!" This was Mo Jitian's voice.

Lin Jimo and Wuxi are temporarily staying in a small courtyard in Tianji Mansion, so there is no one of their own to guard the door, so they just let people break into the door of the North House.

"Don't open the door, come out immediately!" Seeing that Lin Jimo next to him turned around with his ears out, as if he was about to fall asleep again, he had no choice but to reply loudly, and then he pushed Lin Jimo hard to get up and open the door. He also said that he couldn't get up, but now Lin Jimo couldn't get up.

Lin Jimo rubbed his eyes, listened to the slapping sound outside the door, and knew that it was not easy for the two of them to endure until now without bumping into the door. Only you can see your body.

"哐!" It was the sound of the door frame hitting the ground, and Tianji kicked it impatiently.

Lin Jimo quickly covered Wuxi under the quilt tightly, put on his coat, and looked at the two people who were already standing in the hall, he overestimated their endurance.

Tianji and Mo Jitian looked at this scene, there was a person buried under the quilt, and there were pink marks on Lin Jimo's neck. They both knew what was going on, but they would not point out Lin Jimo's private affairs point.

Only Mo Jitian said lightly, "So you and Wuxi have this kind of relationship." After that, Lin Jimo was urged by the two to go to Tianyunju to watch Movie Seventeen.

Lin Jimo only glanced at Ying Shiqi's swollen wrist, and then said lightly, "It's not serious, it's just that the blood is not flowing. Just move his arm and apply hot compresses. I'll write you an article to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis." The prescription, take it once in the morning and in the evening.”

Obviously there are pills that can replace herbal medicines, but Lin Jimo still wrote Zhang Fangzi and asked people to cook the medicine. Aren't Tianji Daoist and the leader very free, so they knocked on his door early in the morning?Then take good care of the Young Master.

Lin Jimo turned his head and glanced at the two people around Ying Shiqi, and went back at a leisurely pace, and then slept in the cage with Wuxi in his arms.

Ying Shiqi couldn't drink medicine in his coma, so Tianji could only feed him, but he was inexperienced, and at the beginning, he would still bleed all over his body, so he had to change his clothes again.

As the number of things increased, Tianji also slowly accepted Mo Jitian's help. The two were very happy to take care of Ying Shiqi, and the relationship eased a lot. I have to say that Lin Jimo did a good thing instead.

Under the meticulous care of Tianji and Mo Jitian, the wounds on Ying Shiqi's body healed slowly, but there was no sign of waking up, and her sleeping face became more and more peaceful day by day.

Tianji was afraid that Ying Shiqiu would fall into some strange dream and couldn't wake up, so he took him to a hot spring behind Tianji Mansion for a soak. He heard from the monk of Qingshan Temple that the water of Bihui Spring was good for relaxing muscles and relieving fatigue. Refreshing.

Tianji carried Ying Shiqi over, placed him on the stone next to Bihuiquan, and removed his clothes one by one until he was stripped back to everyone's original appearance.

Tianji took a few glances very naturally. Ying Shiqi was dressed in black all the year round without seeing the sun, and his complexion was extremely fair. He practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his slender body was covered with thin muscles. His shape was not exaggerated but he looked extremely powerful.

Tianji reached out and gently stroked the scars on Ying Shiqi's body. In addition to the new injuries in the past few days, there were also layers of old injuries. A feeling called distressed crossed Tianji's heart, and Tianji patted gently. Paiying Shiqi's head said, "Little Shiqi, with me here in the future, no one will be able to hurt you again."

Tianji was so immersed in her emotions that she didn't notice that Ying Shiqi's ears were flushed from the moment she took off her clothes.

"Princess, in the wilderness, let's not take a hot spring here, what if some gangsters break in."

"It's okay, Xiaocui, go and watch out for me. I asked the monks at Qingshan Temple, and they said that there are no people here."

From the other side of the bamboo forest, the voices of Princess Yun Ni and the maid Xiaocui sounded.

Bihuiquan is a U-shaped structure with a dense bamboo forest in the middle. Tianji originally planned to use half of it with Qingshan Temple, but the monks in Qingshan Temple seldom soak in the hot springs. Over time, Tianji regarded this place as his own territory. It's just that people from the Third Prince's Mansion now live in Qingshan Temple, and even the hot springs have been discovered by them.

Tianji surrounded Ying Shiqi and sat in the hot spring, holding him with one arm to prevent Ying Shiqi from slipping down. Hearing the chirping chatter next door, she felt very annoyed.

Yun Ni and Xiaocui kept their voices low enough so as not to be discovered, but Tianji's hearing was excellent, and he could hear their conversation clearly, and the two of them never left Yun Xuanji's words, which made Tianji It's even more annoying.

Tianji's eyes rolled, and she turned her head towards the back door of Tianji Mansion and yelled "Meow".

After a while, Ding Ding walked over slowly on catwalks, followed by a big white ball.

When the fairy body is in Tianji's relaxed state, it will unconsciously radiate spiritual power. Although it is weak, it is many times purer than the spiritual energy in the world. It is because of this that ordinary people will have a feeling of spring breeze when facing the gods.

Ding Ding was nourished by Tianji's spiritual power. In the past two years, his mind has been opened, and the cat's hearing is very good, so he can already receive Tianji's signal.

"Meow?" (What are you doing?)

"Go and tell Fang Guiquan, let him find a way to ask Yun Xuanji to go to the hot spring."

"Meow." (Got it.)

Seeing that Tianji had finished speaking, Ding Ding took a glance and turned around and left. The white cat stayed by the side for a while, and immediately followed.

Ding Ding walked up to Fang Guiquan and raised his paw. Fang Guiquan immediately understood, carried Ding Ding gently into the room, put him on the desk, spread out a piece of paper, and began to grind.

Ding Ding glanced at the black ink with some distaste, stretched out his cat's paw, showed a sharp nail, and began to write and draw on the snow-white rice paper with ink on it.

Fang Guiquan looked at the "Masterpiece" in front of him, a stick figure with the word "cloud" written on the top of his head, a horizontal line next to it, and a big "U" drawn on the other side of the horizontal line. To the left of the "U" are two black dot, and to the right are two red dots.

Fang Guiquan thought for a moment, the stick figure has no clothes on it, which means it is a man, "U" is the hot spring, he knows that Tianji Zhenren and Ying Shiqiu have just left, black dots represent his own people, and red dots represent the target person.

Before Tianji went down the mountain, he often played this kind of game with Tintin, so while Fang Guiquan was amazed by the intelligence of the kitten, he already had experience in dealing with it. He combined with the people who appeared recently, and initially understood what Tianji meant.

"The real person met other people while taking a bath? Should I go to Yun Xuanji and ask him to take him away?"

"Meow." (Mmm.) Ding Ding made a soft voice.

"Is that person from the Heavenly Sword Sect?" Fang Guiquan asked again. As far as he knew, all the people who came to the Heavenly Sword Sect this time were men, and the people from the Heavenly Sword Sect were always conservative, so they probably wouldn't go to Bihuiquan.

"Meow!" (How would I know!) Ding Ding's voice became sharp again.

"Okay, okay, little ancestor, don't be angry, I just don't ask." Fang Guiquan, who knew Ding Ding's temperament well, waved his hand.

A quarter of an hour later, two screams came from the side of Bihuiquan, followed by a conversation, and after a while of jumping around, the next door was completely quiet.

Tianji stretched her body in a relaxed manner, and hugged Ying Shiqi comfortably, it felt good that no one was bothering her.