Dragon King relies on green tea

Zi Sang Yanshu, who was about to injure himself, was a little guilty, but he didn't admit it, he just said, "When did you see that I was going to injure myself? I don't have a knife or a sword in my hand, how can I injure myself?"

Ye Junche smiled lightly, then turned to pick up Zisang Yanshu's black hair, put it on his fingertips to play with, and said with a little affection: "If you fail to learn, you will be fooled."

Zisang Yanshu has always been good at this trick of cheating.

Seeing that cheating was useful, Zisang Yanshu turned to ask again: "Didn't you stay with Jing Qian until he was drunk and returned? He collapsed?"

"Yeah." Ye Junche nodded with dim eyes, "He was drunk a long time ago and was taken back by Miaomiao, and Shisi was also drunk. Tingyue is taking care of him, you asked me to wait for you, so naturally I can't drink too much."

"It's okay, I'm back..." Zi Sang Yanshu's voice was very low, his eyes dimmed a little.

Fortunately, he knew that when he said wait, Ye Junche would definitely wait for him to come back in the restaurant, so Zisang Yanshu didn't stay in the underworld directly.

Although he was not completely drunk, Ye Junche still had a hazy look in front of his eyes due to the smell of alcohol. He instinctively put his arms around Zisang Yanshu's waist, leaned over and bit his lips, and plundered Zisang Yanshu with the smell of alcohol domineeringly. breath.

Suddenly, his hands felt cold and clammy. At this time, Ye Junche suddenly woke up. When he raised his hands, he saw that his hands were covered with light blue dragon's blood.

"You..." Ye Junche raised his heart, and immediately turned Zisang Yanshu's body away, and saw that several wounds, large and small, had been split open on his back, and his plain white clothes were stained mottled. , "Where did you go just now? What did you do?"

"It's okay." Zisang Yanshu didn't care at all, and said lightly, "I just went to the underworld and competed with the ghost king. It's no big deal. If I knew that white clothes are so easy for you to see, I would change it. Heiyi is looking for you again."

Zisang Yanshu himself was seriously injured when he was in Danxue Mountain. When he was treating his wounds, he saw that there was not a single intact part of his body.

When Zi Sang Yanshu was in the underworld just now, he fought secretly with the ghost king again, causing countless wounds on his body to be shattered, and now even his clothes were soaked in blood.

But he himself felt that it was no big deal.

Seeing the blood stains on his body and his nonchalant attitude, Ye Junche was even more furious. She bit his earlobe and said angrily, "Is this a matter of changing into black clothes? Yan Shu, you just Can't you care more about yourself?"

"Okay!" Zisang Yanshu smiled slyly, but he couldn't see any sincerity.

Zi Sang Yanshu didn't seem to feel the injury on his body, he smiled and leaned over to gently kiss the corner of Ye Junche's mouth.

However, at this time, Ye Junche didn't like this at all. He stretched out his hands to hold Zi Sang Yanshu's shoulders, pressed him under the soft quilt, and quickly turned out the wound medicine left by Ming Yu. .

When Zisang Yanshu saw the jade bottle, he immediately frowned, and said very resistingly: "Ache, there is no need at all..."

Ye Junche didn't even give him a chance to finish his sentence, and immediately interrupted him, saying in a strong tone: "God Ming Yu has already told me that no matter how badly you are injured, he will never allow anyone to heal you."

"Well, so...you don't need to be so troublesome."

Just as Zisang Yanshu was about to sit up, Ye Junche pushed him down again and began to tear off his clothes.

When Zisang Yanshu was about to struggle, Ye Junche pressed his whole body down, grabbed his hand and put it on his heart, saying word by word: "It's okay if you don't heal the wound, then Yanshu will take out Nilin , from now on I will be in pain with you."

"you……"

Zi Sang Yanshu didn't know how to refute for a while, so he propped up his upper body angrily, and bit Ye Junche's shoulder angrily, as if he wanted to bite off that piece of meat.

Ye Junche has always known how to make Zisang Yanshu submit obediently, and it is the same this time.

Although he was hit on the shoulder, Ye Junche knew that Zisang Yanshu had compromised, and just lowered his head to kiss the corner of his mouth, but Zisang Yanshu dodged angrily.

This is really a temper tantrum, Ye Junche smiled lowly, reached out and rubbed the head of Zi Sangyan's book, and coaxed softly: "Okay, after I finish giving you the medicine, you can vent your anger as you like." OK."

Zi Sang Yanshu, who was still sulking, didn't care. He turned his head and closed his eyes without taking a second look, but his hands didn't struggle anymore.

Ye Junche was afraid of hurting him, so when applying the medicine, she moved very gently, for fear that if she hit harder, it would hurt him.

Seeing Zisang Yanshu pretending to be dead, Ye Junche rubbed the medicine and said, "Every time Yanshu hurts himself, he refuses to heal himself. Is it also because of God Jian Xu?"

Too many things in Zisang Yanshu originated from Jian Xu, so Ye Junche could only think of Jian Xu.

For some reason, he thought of Zisang Yanshu blurting out a sentence when he was returning home: "No matter how painful it is, it won't hurt your soul, and it won't hurt your body to pieces..."

What kind of past made Zisang Yanshu ignore all the pain in his body.

When Ye Junche said this, Zi Sang Yanshu opened his eyes, looked straight at Ye Junche, as if to comfort him, and said slowly: "It's just a little flesh wound, it really doesn't hurt anymore."

Although Ye Junche would definitely believe what Zisang Yanshu said, but there was only one sentence that Ye Junche would not believe at all.

Seeing that Zisang Yanshu finally took care of him, Ye Junche chuckled and said, "You finally talk to me? Are you not angry?"

Originally, he didn't think about how to care about Zi Sang Yanshu, but suddenly he became arrogant again, gave Ye Junche a supercilious look, and snorted coldly: "Ignore it."

However, Zi Sang Yanshu was arrogant for only a moment, after Ye Junche gave him good medicine and tidied up his clothes, he reached out and touched the shoulder bitten by him, and asked in a low voice: "Does the bite hurt you? "

Ye Junche shook his head with a low smile and said, "If you put in a little more effort, it won't hurt."

When Ye Junche said this, Zisang Yanshu really bit the same place again.

"hiss……"

This time, Zi Sang Yanshu was really pushing hard, and Ye Junche took a breath, then reached out and rubbed the soft black hair on the back of Zi Sang Yanshu's head, and laughed softly: "It seems that the Dragon King is more than just He fights well and has a good set of teeth."

After Zisang Yanshu vented his anger, Ye Junche raised his face with his hand, lowered his head and kissed him, and when he wrapped his arms around his waist, he deliberately avoided the wound on his body.

Because Zi Sang Yanshu had so many wounds, Ye Junche didn't even dare to touch her with force, for fear of accidentally tearing the wound again.

But Zisang Yanshu was not so honest, holding his breath in his heart, he grabbed Ye Junche right next to his ear, and gnawed on his face and neck.

With a slight touch and the smell of alcohol rising, Ye Junche quickly pinned him down and reminded him in a hoarse voice, "Don't mess around, I'm still drunk, be careful. Set yourself on fire."