Guide to raising male gods [Comprehensive + Sword III]

The hand that grabbed the face was warm to the touch, and it was a little hot to the touch. The hot young master couldn't help but blushed a little on his cheeks.

He couldn't help but took a step back, and accidentally bumped into the door panel, with his eyes downcast and silent, he really looked like a little girl who was being bullied.

This thought flashed across disciple Wanhua's mind for a moment, first he endured it, then he couldn't control his tense face any longer, and burst out laughing.

"Okay." She let go of her finger, poked the motionless young master, and laughed at him, "I'm not bullying you, but you really can't ignore it like this, it's not easy to heal when the wound is opened. "

She spoke in a serious manner, and the candlelight reflected the light in her eyes, but the young master was so disturbed when he heard it, he just felt that the posture of leaning against the door panel was really bad, the young master could barely stand_(:з」 ∠)_

It's not because of weak legs.

However, the fact is that the young master, who dared not move even if his legs were not weak, stood pretending to be calm, with a calm face, and his blood-stained tattered clothes gave him a feeling that he would rather die than surrender.

It's just because of this that Disciple Wanhua found something wrong.

Although it was already late at night, and the person who came to lodge didn't make any demands, he couldn't really let people go to sleep in this tattered clothes.

Let’s not talk about it being ugly, but it must be uncomfortable. The young master is already injured, so going to rest like this will inevitably be bad for the wound.

However, there are no outsiders living in the medical hall, so there is no clothes for the young master to wear. Thinking of this, Disciple Wanhua lowered his head and slowly frowned.

"What's the matter?" Sensing the absent-mindedness of the person in front of him, the young master couldn't help but think a little more, and asked her, not as nervous as before.

"It's nothing." Ah Luo had something on his mind, so he answered him casually, and accidentally expressed his own thoughts, "There are no suitable clothes in the medical clinic, but your clothes are torn."

"You can't go to sleep like this." Disciple Wanhua shook his head, still thinking, "I remember that there should be a few spares for guests in the outer hall, but they seem to be in the shape of a woman, maybe it's not good..."

"Hey... where is the person..." As he spoke, the person in front of him disappeared, and Ah Luo raised his head and saw only the empty door panel, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

And the face of the young master who quickly flashed into the room was green, and a little red. The red, green, and green looks pretty good. If he could engrave a line on his forehead, it would probably be a mixture of grief and indignation.

It is impossible for the young master to wear women's clothes, even in this life.

#I'd rather not wear women's clothes#

Fortunately, Ah Luo just said it casually, and when he realized that he had already spoken out, Disciple Wanhua couldn't help showing a little bit of dumbfounding on his usually gentle face.

She raised her hand and knocked on the closed door in front of her, and explained in a low voice, "Don't panic, I won't let you wear it, it's just..."

Speaking of this, Ah Luo couldn't help but raised his hand and tapped his head. She was ashamed to say that just now, the image of the young master wearing women's clothes suddenly appeared in her mind...

Pretty good _(:з」∠)_

It's just that you can't say these words. Disciple Wanhua paused, then raised his hand to close the door, and called out: "Come out first, it was just an accident, and you won't be allowed to wear it."

The young master was unmoved, and pressed his back firmly against the door panel, extremely firm.

The injured Tang Sansui was really difficult to coax, it took disciple Wanhua a long time to call him out, and it took a lot of pats on the head.

In the end, I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t let the young master freeze, so I had to find him a few more quilts, let him...cough...sleep freely_(:з」∠)_

……

Ah Luo would keep Tang Wule. Originally, he felt that his condition was not good enough, and wanted him to be quiet for a while, so that he could recuperate his wounds. Other than that, he didn't think too much about it.

It was only the next day that she suddenly realized something was wrong.

The bright sunlight in the morning slowly poured in, a little dazzling, and she yawned a little. When she opened the window, she saw the happy young master who was accompanying him in the yard.

Imagine the scene of two rolling and hugging each other alive and kicking.

The impact seems to be a bit big.

Lost in confusion, Ah Luo: "..."

The memories of yesterday slowly came back, Disciple Wanhua was stunned, she held on to the window eaves, and tapped her fingers again, only to regain consciousness little by little.

It seems... something is not right.

Leaving aside whether it is inappropriate or not, in fact it is not appropriate to see a seriously injured blood man in the middle of the night, but it is another matter if the blood man is a familiar person, so this can be left aside for the time being.

But the problem is that he was seriously injured... Disciple Wanhua looked a bit confused, wasn't he still seriously injured yesterday, why is he hugging Rolling Roll today... he's alive and kicking_(:з」∠)_

At this time, I have to say that distance is really a mysterious thing.

If Miss Wanhua walked a little closer, or could hear some voices, she probably wouldn't think so, and what she could see would not be such a happy and harmonious scene.

That may be another picture that is completely different from the scene in front of you.

It's like two rolling in the courtyard, regardless of each other, not playing around, but... beating each other.

This incident sounds very coincidental.

After sending the Gun Gun that day, because the young master was busy and Miss Wan Hua liked it very much, she didn't send it away again, but stayed to be a companion with disciple Wan Hua.

Ah Luo loves it very much, and its chubby roll is a natural and huge lethality. It's okay to be cute, and it can understand people's eyes, so slowly, it can dominate the whole street.

The level of trouble is no less than that of the little overlord who ruled Tangjiabao before.

So King Gun Gun just drifted away.

In fact, it wasn't a big deal if it floated away, at most it was just to make more noise and do more things. People love it and are willing to pamper it. For King Gun Gun, it is simply a fairy life.

If it hadn't met the overlord dad above its head.

Since getting acquainted with people, Gun Gun has acquired a bad habit, and I don't know how to develop a small problem. He always likes to disturb people's sleep in the early morning.

But as I said before, it is noisy, but it is also very smart. How smart is it? Most of the time it disturbs people's sleep will be at dawn.

The sky has just dawned, and there is still morning dew. If the weather is better, the morning will be considered a good scene. King Gun Gun woke up, and he couldn't fall asleep after sleeping for a while, so why not go wake people up one by one!

I’m such a clever and caring ghost~(￣▽￣～)~

However, it was getting late at this time, and the excruciating King Rolling just slipped onto the bed slowly, with little strength, and then the hairy ball rolled back and forth to wake him up.

It's just that for those who pamper it, who will be angry when they wake up and feel soft and coquettish?Not to mention that disciple Wanhua loves it, so don't worry about it.

However, it was really unlucky today, but it actually kicked off the iron plate.

Gun Gun himself was also dazed, he climbed onto the bed and didn't care when he felt something was wrong, he rolled his big butt on the person, and then...

Cough... I hit someone's wound, finish the ball _(:з」∠)_

The young master slept late, and his body hurts, so he was uncomfortable. Fortunately, he remembered where he was, and suppressed his temper somewhat before he opened his eyes.

As a result, when I opened my eyes, well, it turned out to be you, old and new hatred came to my heart together, so I burst out decisively, with disgust in my eyes, I was going to grab my love rival's Mao Mao and try to teach him what to call quitting Hair pain.

If it was normal, when there were only the two of them around, King Gun Gun's car would probably overturn, and a severe beating from the society would be inevitable.

But today is different, the young master was injured, so he stretched out his hand, but didn't grab it.

King Gun Gun hurriedly ran with his ass pouted, and the young master chased after him, but because the wound was pulled, and the words of Miss Wanhua last night were lingering in his ears, the young master always had some scruples in his heart.

So the movement was a little slow, and I couldn't catch up. When I ran to the yard, I saw Gun Gun wanting to run to a certain room, and my heart tightened. The two small Gun Gun rolled into a ball like this.

——The above are the two lively scenes in Wanhua girl's eyes.

#Distance creates beauty#

When the young master heard the slightly hesitant soft voice, he hadn't actually reacted yet.

——He had just grabbed Rolling's tail, and before he had time to pluck the hair, he paused for a moment when he heard the sound, and then slowly let go of it amidst the increasingly familiar feeling in his heart.

Then he caught the thumping roll with quick eyes and hands, and his originally emotionless sharp face suddenly softened a little, his eyes drooped, and he turned around slowly, and said in a low voice, "I found it by the bedside today."

As he said that, he handed over the soft dumpling that was still flopping around in his hand, not forgetting to tell Hei: "I thought it was hungry, so I thought of getting up to find something to eat for it, but it doesn't seem to like me very much. .”

In a short passage, due to the serious injury, the young master coughed several times, his face turned pale, and the corners of his eyes were red. He clenched his fingers, obviously without much strength, but he still tried his best to support the fatter rolling.

How to make people not feel distressed?

Disciple Wanhua frowned, she quickly opened the door and walked out, took it from Roller, and quickly checked the young master's wound, and was slightly relieved when she found that there was no rupture.

"Why didn't you call me?" Her voice became lower again, sounding a little worried, and she couldn't help sighing as she dragged the silent young master to a stool beside her and sat down.

I just feel more tired these days than in the past year_(:з」∠)_

After dealing with the little bully, it is imperative to talk to the little bully.

Disciple Wanhua no longer hugged the little Overlord who shrank his head and pretended to be obedient, but put it on the high platform in the middle of the courtyard, his face slowly became solemn.

King Gun Gun's cowardly hair was about to fall out, he didn't dare to make a fuss at all, and secretly twisted and acted like a baby.

"Did you run to suppress people?" As a breeder, disciple Wanhua is familiar with the temperament of this little overlord. Thinking of the little blood oozing from the young master's wound just now, he frowned and thought about it , whispered.

"This is not allowed in the future, you can't suppress people."

"Otherwise there will be no food."

As he spoke, he lightly pinched King Gun Gun's chubby face like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and added: "Be obedient, I know you understand."

Rolling King: I don’t understand QAQ

However, it has been of no use.

Looking for the young master?It’s great that the young master didn’t laugh out loud on the spot_(:з」∠)_

……

Because of thinking about the young master's wound, the breakfast was made by disciple Wanhua himself. The style is relatively simple, it is just home-cooked food, but because of the addition of a little medicinal material, it can barely be regarded as the effect of diet therapy.

The taste is not top-notch. Compared with the chef hired by Tangjiabao with a lot of money, it is a bit ordinary. However, the picky young master is very happy to eat. of.

Not to mention that today's Fat Roll lost its extra meal due to an accident in the morning, so he could only squat beside him and watch the young master eat casually.

#热roll handed you an envious look#

#Young master turned around and said he would not pick up#

Human tragedy_(:з」∠)_

"Pfft..." Still stopped, the busy Disciple Wanhua discovered the episode here. She was actually a little dazed in the morning, but now she understood the confrontation between the two Gunguns, and she couldn't laugh or cry.

She walked over and first picked up the Rolling King, poked its head, and joked: "I really can't let you eat any more, if you eat any more, you'll become fat and become a big stupid bear, and you won't be able to hold you anymore."

Then he poked the young master's smooth forehead with his fingertips again, but what he said was completely different: "You have to eat more, don't leave any leftover."

Hearing the words, the faces of the two Gun Guns shrank into two different balls.

The young master is smarter and in a good mood. Besides, it’s okay to eat more food. King Gun Gun is different. In order to eat more food, he hugged Miss Wanhua’s arm and began to groan.

Master:? ? ?

All right, after a while, the young master's painful cries of accidentally tearing the wound came from inside the room.

When you are away from home, who doesn't have the skills to compete for favor?

After tossing and tossing for a while, the noisy clinic finally calmed down, and Disciple Wan Hua took the young master to change the medicine.

It was late yesterday, the situation was tight, and the handling was a bit rough, so I can take a closer look today.

The wound was not serious, but it looked a bit hideous. Girl Wanhua bandaged the young master carefully, and reminded him of the issues that should be paid attention to: "Remember what I just said?"

The young master pursed his lips, sweating slightly from the pain on his forehead, and nodded slightly.

"That's good." Seeing his appearance, Ah Luo unconsciously eased the pressure on his hand, shook his head, and whispered, "Come and change the medicine every three days, and it will be cured in about half a month. The timing is just right."

"What time?" The young master asked casually while looking at the furnishings in the house.

"Huh?" Disciple Wanhua blinked his eyes, smiled, gently rubbed the young master's hair, which was sharper than the master's, and said to him with a smile, "I'm leaving, but I can still stay here for a while. moon."

Tang Wule's originally casual eyes suddenly became deep, a little darker, and a lot darker.

"Can't you stay here?" He asked casually.

"Huh?" The person who heard it blinked, and a slightly embarrassed look slowly appeared on his face.

"I see."

There was no emotional tone, and nothing could be seen from his face. He didn't know what he was thinking. The little bully who had always been lawless and had never been stopped by anything slowly lowered his head.

The author has something to say:

Young Master: I will not give in_(:з」∠)_

Thank you for the nutrient solution of the little angels of dense forest green leaves and little angels of Pinellia, love you!Roll and play (?ò?ó?)

Write a little more at the speed of life and death today... I have something to do tomorrow, maybe I won’t update it, hug the little angels!