Destiny of crossing

Or being tied up for too long, Sima Yao's hands were a little numb, he couldn't hold the chicken leg, and before he could eat it, he fell to the ground.

Sima Yao looked at Pei Ran pitifully: "My hand is numb."

Pei Ran glanced at the tied wrists. Under the rope, there were several red and blue marks.

Pei Ran remembered that he did use a lot of strength when tying the rope, and it seemed that long-term bleeding would lead to crippled hands.

It's okay to be disabled, the thought flashed through Pei Ran's mind.

but--

Pei Ran went over, but the rope on his hand was still loose.

Under the rope, all the green and red marks appeared, and deep grooves were formed.

Pei Ran's heart twitched uncontrollably, picked up the chicken leg that fell on the ground, wiped it with his sleeve, then tore it into strips with his hands and fed them to his mouth.

Sima Yao was flattered, without hesitation, he opened his mouth wide and ate it in one gulp.

Fu Jian looked at it and shouted: "Ran'er, I don't have the strength, feed me."

Pei Ran glared at Fu Jian, did not refuse, tore off one and put it in his mouth.

Fu Jian chewed beautifully, and looked at Sima Yao provocatively, smiling all over his eyes.

Sima Yao didn't look sideways, automatically excluded the annoying gaze, and wholeheartedly ate the delicious food fed to his mouth by his beloved.

However, Pei Ran talked and laughed with Fu Jian all the time, but didn't even give him a direct look, which really made him uncomfortable.

When Pei Ran handed over delicious food again, Sima Yao took Pei Ran's finger in his mouth.

Pei Ran suddenly felt a numbness coming from her fingertips, and suddenly pulled her fingers back.

Sima Yao swallowed the delicious food, looked at Pei Ran passionately, and licked his lips back and forth with the tip of his tongue.

Pei Ran looked at him, her heart skipped a beat, and she jumped wildly, her cheeks became more and more swollen, slowly turning red.

He stuffed the whole roast chicken to Fu Jian, pretended to be calm and said: "I'll go get some water and come back."

leave quickly.

Fu Jian looked at the back of Pei Ran leaving, the smile in his eyes gradually dissipated, he turned his head to look at Sima Yao, his slightly curved eyes gave off a cold light.

He had a full view of Pei Ran's reaction just now, that reaction, that shock, flustered, and blushing...

Fu Jian began to regret, regretting that he let them go in a moment of soft-heartedness. In the missing three years, he and him faced each other day and night, and fell in love with each other for a long time?

Fu Jian picked up the long sword that was on the ground, yes, killed him, right now.

"Sima Yao, go to hell!" A sword cut down.

Although Sima Yao's hands were tied, he was also a martial artist after all. He turned over and hid, then jumped up and said, "Fu Jian, I can't stand it at last? You, the king of the defeated army, can only take advantage of others. dangerous."

Fu Jian held his long sword, and said with a sneer, "So what if you lose? It's not certain who will have the last laugh!"

After Fu Jian finished speaking, the sword sprang up, and the move was fatal, but after all, he was injured, bleeding profusely, and his body was weak, so his movements were slow, and Sima Yao often escaped by chance.

Pei Ran, who was fetching water by the river, had just calmed down a bit, but she couldn't get rid of the sensational image in her mind, staring blankly at the river in a daze.

Suddenly, there seemed to be some strange noises in the small hut. When I listened carefully, it seemed that someone was calling for help.

Pei Ran was startled, thinking that the Jin soldiers were chasing him, she dropped the bamboo bucket and hurried back.

Once back in the small hut, what I saw was Fu Jian with a half-beard, holding his sword powerlessly and chasing Sima Yao all over the room, while Sima Yao's hair was disheveled, he was scurrying around clumsily, and he was in a state of embarrassment. Ridiculous.

When Sima Yao saw Pei Ran coming back, he quickly hid behind Pei Ran, bent down and retched.

Fu Jian immediately chased after him, waved his long sword and greeted Sima Yao.

Pei Ran blocked Fu Jian's hand holding the sword with one hand, and grabbed the sword: "What are you doing? We can't kill him yet."

"You don't want to?"

Pei Ran was startled, as if she had been distracted, she hurriedly explained: "What are you talking about? It's just that he is still useful to us now."

Fu Jian nodded, and then looked at Sima Yao who was hiding behind Pei Ran: "Okay! You don't kill if you say so." He sat on the ground decadently.

Pei Ran knelt down and looked into Fu Jian's eyes tenderly: "You are injured, you should rest more. In this way, your wound is easy to open. Look, it is bleeding again."

After finishing speaking, Pei Ran found the remaining seven herbs, squeezed out the juice, and carefully applied the medicine to Fu Jian.

Fu Jian enjoyed Pei Ran's care peacefully, and tore off the beard sticking to his face, revealing an exquisite face.