The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Pan Shu didn't even look, she just knitted her beautiful eyebrows and gently touched her long-dead heart.

"Why does it still hurt here?" She lowered her eyes and asked, "Is it true that if you take it out, it won't hurt anymore?"

Fuce's finger bones holding the handle of the umbrella turned white.

He spoke with difficulty: "I'll take you down the mountain."

Pan Shu laughed at herself and said, "I won't trouble you, Lord Dao."

She pushed open the umbrella and staggered slowly down the mountain. The road was wet, cold and long, as if it would never end.

Fuce watched quietly as her figure became smaller and smaller.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"This time you can rest assured and return to your destiny."

The voice in my ear sounded again.

Fuce looked expressionlessly in the direction where Pan Shu left. That look was a farewell, and he seemed to want to remember her deeply in his soul.

That love that spans life and death.

It will be completely stripped from his memory.

He continued to return to the way of heaven without seven emotions and six desires.

But she is more important.

Nothing is more important than her...

Fuce said dumbly, "Yeah."

Overnight, the people at the Taoist Temple in the middle of the mountain discovered that Fuce had changed into a different person.

He was dressed in pure white clothes and looked like a banished immortal with no emotions or desires.

"Senior Brother Fuce... Miss Panshu is missing!" A disciple hurriedly came to report. Who doesn't know that Fuce has a little girl whom he loves deeply?

People in the Taoist temple were respectful whenever they saw Pan Shu, for fear that Fu Ce would come with a sword and chop off their heads at the next moment!

But only a woman like Pan Shu can pluck this high mountain flower, right?

Fuce frowned and said, "Go and practice. Don't report such small things to me."

"A trivial matter?" The disciple was stunned for a moment.

But the cold and young banished immortal has already gone away.

……

"Shu Shu, Shu Shu..." He Qing's hair was messy, and a lock of black hair was blown by the wind and stuck to his cheek. However, we haven't seen him for a while. His figure was frighteningly thin, and his handsome face was pale and bloodless. "I've made the medicine..."

He was incoherent, "Shu Shu, come home with me, okay?"

His blood can save her.

After suffering countless times of darkness, He Qing finally saw some light.

His eyes were slightly bright.

Pan Shu glanced at him numbly, then nodded indifferently.

It doesn't matter who it is.

Such an attitude made the tip of He Qing's nose tingle.

"Did... Fuce hurt you?"

When that name was mentioned, the girl's silent eyes moved.

He Qing resisted the urge to cut Fuce into pieces, and slowly carried the girl on his thin back, carrying her slowly home along the snow.

The moonlight fell on him.

The wounds on the exposed arm were shocking.

Countless hideous wounds lay across it.

There were even a few wounds that were still oozing blood.

Not even a scab was attached.

Pan Shu lowered her eyes and saw clearly that the same was true on his neck and under his clothes.

--covered in wounds.

She stretched out her cold fingertips, pressed the ugly and long scar on his neck, and said slowly: "Does it hurt?"

He Qing's body stiffened slightly, and he nodded, "It hurts."

The process of becoming a medicine person hurts so much that I want to die every moment.

His body was cold, losing all warmth.

The internal organs are corroded by various poisons.

But he wanted her alive so much.

I never thought of giving up for a moment.

I never even thought about giving up.

He thought mockingly to himself: Is this retribution?He once wanted to turn her into a medicine man, but now, he just wants her to be safe, healthy and happy throughout her life...

As for him.

He is already a useless person.

"It hurts..." Pan Shu repeated softly.

She slightly curled her lower lip, it just hurt.

Her original room furnishings had not changed at all, not even a trace of dust.

He Qing gently put her next to the bed, "Be good, I'll make some medicine for you."

Pan Shu curled her lips coldly: "Stop pretending, isn't the so-called medicine just the blood on your body?"

She paused and continued to speak cruelly: "He Qing, why did you start loving me when I didn't love you anymore? Why did you ignore me when I loved you? You played with and trampled on my sincerity. When I didn't love you anymore, you started to love me again...is that mean?"

He Qing explained in a panic: "I love you... I have always loved you, but I didn't realize it. I'm sorry, I was too stupid..."

He held Pan Shu's hand tightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"You can do whatever you want to me, as long as you keep me by your side, no matter what."

Pan Shu suddenly smiled, and her beautiful eyebrows lost their lifeless look in an instant and became extremely bright, "Then can you be a dog by my side?"

He Qing agreed almost without hesitation.

He half-knelt at Pan Shu's feet, kissed her white feet devoutly, and said in a hoarse voice, "You can humiliate me, order me, you can do whatever you want...Master."

Pan Shu looked stern, put her delicate bare feet against his chest, and said harshly, "I didn't let you kiss me, it's so disgusting."

Her feet are beautiful.

If someone has a foot fetish, they will want to play with it day and night.

He Qing lowered his eyes, "Master needs to take medicine."

Under the candlelight, a strange blush appeared on his pale face. He meekly knelt beside Pan Shu's legs, trying to make her feel a little pity.

See her acquiescence.

A green light glowed on Heqing's fingertips.

The fingertips slowly traced down on the wrist, and soon the priceless ice jade bowl was filled with scarlet blood.

There is a strange and amazing beauty in the slight shaking.

Pan Shu was somewhat resistant to drinking human blood.

But under He Qing's wet eyes, she hesitated for two seconds before finishing the drink in three or two gulps.

Ben's slightly white lips were instantly stained red with blood.

He Qing stood up suddenly, placed her big hands on the edge of the bed, and gently drew a drop of ape blood from her lips into her mouth with the tip of her crimson and moist tongue. Finally, she licked her lips as if aftertaste.

He was born delicate and handsome.

After losing some weight, the facial features become sharper.

It's so beautiful that it's hard to distinguish between male and female.

The tip of his tall nose gently rubbed against Pan Shu, and in a hoarse voice that only Pan Shu could hear, he said, "The puppy will help its master sleep, okay?"

Pan Shu met his eyes with a half-smile.

He Qing was disappointed to find out.

She doesn't love him at all.

Not even hatred.

In her world, he truly became dispensable.

This discovery caused He Qing's blood to flow backwards, and his already cold body felt even colder and stiffer.

"Okay." She casually hugged He Qing's neck, her eyes as charming as silk, "please me."

The young man's slender fingertips opened the skirt of her clothes and slowly peeled off her clothes. In the end, his fingers trembled faintly, and she was completely presented to him.

Stunningly beautiful.

He leans over.

He Qing said vaguely: "Master..."