Tomb robbing: only one person can do it

"Brother, what was that red flame in your hand just now?" Xie looked at the little brother with eyes full of scrutiny.

The little brother looked at the raging fire in front of him without any reaction, and seemed not to be ready to answer.

?San Sheng glanced at the younger brother lightly, with a hint of shock in his eyes, and pursed his lips but remained silent.

The fat man saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Don't worry about it anymore. It's the greatest luck to be alive."

"?Xie, I feel that little brother's fire is a good one, as good as little brother." Shen Qinghuai looked at ?xie and said softly.

?Xie: You think my brother is very good, and he is good at everything, right? And Qinghuai, you little fool, how can you describe fire as a good word?

Dakui also said: "Young Master, please don't worry about the fire. Even though I'm cold and have tattoos, he's saved us all the way here. I'm sure he's a very good person."

?Xie sighed helplessly, feeling a little speechless: What a pig teammate. I didn’t say that he wasn’t a good person. It’s just that he was too mysterious and I just wanted to know more about him.

"?Xie, should we put out the fire! Otherwise Junyue..." Shen Qinghuai didn't know what he thought of and trembled all over.

Shen Qinghuai: If Junyue finds out that I set fires randomly, I will be punished again.

A few people suddenly realized it. Pan Zi scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I didn't expect that some of us haven't realized your high level of ideological awareness."

The fat man touched Qinghuai's head and said, "Qinghuai has such a good sense."

Sanshengdao: "It's true that we don't have much awareness of forest fire prevention in the city. If we really just leave and leave, I'm afraid it will trigger a wildfire, and we'll be in trouble then."

Shen Qinghuai looked at the fire and asked, "Can I put it out?"

?Xie said: "That's enough. I think even if there are more corpse crickets, the fire will be almost done."

Hearing this, Shen Qinghuai took out the water talisman, and a column of water fell from the sky. Several people took a look at the cave entrance, which was already half filled with water. There were gray things floating on the water, which were probably the ashes of the corpses. It’s lame gray, or lame gray for short.

After careful inspection, I made sure that nothing was missing, and I was ready to go down the mountain.

A few people were chatting and laughing on the road. Although there were no dangers in the past few days, they were still very nervous. A few people wished they had a bed in front of them and couldn't wake up.

Finally, after walking for who knows how long, he saw the friendly little village. Pan Zi immediately went to the barefoot doctor in the village to check on the wound on his arm to avoid inflammation.

There were two beds in the room, one for Fatty Xie and one for Third Uncle Dakui. The four of them were lying on the bed, their faces full of exhaustion and they looked like they were sleeping soundly.

Shen Qinghuai didn't want to disturb them, so he sat silently on the stool and rubbed his belly.

"What's wrong."

A cold voice came from above his head. Shen Qinghuai looked up and saw the indifferent face of the younger brother. He said a little aggrievedly: "Brother, my stomach hurts."

The little brother immediately frowned, glanced at Qinghuai a few times, and said in a concerned tone: "Follow me."

The room was very tidy, bright sunlight poured in through the bamboo windows, and the bed was warmed by the sun.

The younger brother stood beside the bed, patted it, and seemed to signal Qinghuai to sit down.

Shen Qinghuai asked: "Brother, this is your bed. Do you want me to sit on it?"

The little brother said a faint "Yeah", and Shen Qinghuai sat on the bed obediently and looked at the little brother quietly.

Under the sun, the younger brother's eyes are clear, like the purest amber, and the long eyelashes cling to his eyes docilely, like the refreshing wind in the mountains.

The younger brother pulled the stool aside and sat in front of Qing Huai. At this moment, the two of them were looking at each other. The younger brother said calmly: "Why does your stomach hurt?"

Shen Qinghuai shook his head: "It hurt a little before, but I didn't have time to look at it."

The little brother frowned, looked at the slightly loose white clothes on the other party, held the corners of the clothes and gently lifted them up. Maybe he had never done such a thing before, and he didn't do it lightly, and he lifted Qinghuai's clothes all at once. chest.

The clothes were only lifted up to the width of a palm, but because they were lifted too high, everything that should be exposed was exposed.

Qinghuai's already snow-white skin looked even more crystal clear under the golden sunshine, and the concave curvature on both sides of her waist was slightly exaggerated. Qinghuai only felt a chill in her waist and abdomen, and her soft belly was stared at by her brother for a long time.

Qinghuai's eyes were wide open, his expression was a little cute, and he looked at the little brother blankly, as if he didn't understand why the little brother lifted his clothes.

The younger brother looked at the red mark on Qinghuai's lower abdomen. It seemed to be the superposition of a palm print and an indentation. The indentation should have been caused when he was carrying Qinghuai while running. Then he pointed to the palm print and asked: " Who pressed this fingerprint?"

Qinghuai lowered his head and looked at the red mark on his belly, a little surprised: "Why is it so red?"

Then he looked at the little brother and said slowly: "Brother, when you were fighting with that ugly rice dumpling, you were afraid that I would run around and accidentally press it too hard."

The little brother seemed to have been hit hard on the head, his eyes were slightly dull, and he said a faint "Yeah". Just when he was about to put his hand down, he heard Qinghuai say: "Brother, I also have pain in the back of my waist."

The little brother's expression was a little solemn, and he directly pushed Qinghuai down on the bed and turned over. Qinghuai felt like a white fish stranded in the shallows, letting the little brother slaughter him.

Qinghuai was lying on the bed. He could only feel a slight chill on his waist. He couldn't see what was happening. He lay on the pillow obediently and said nothing. The little brother's hand was placed on Qinghuai's waist, looking at the red mark on it, he frowned slightly.

Qinghuai's waist is already much thinner than that of ordinary men, and even a bit slender than that of women. Such a thin waist is even more fragile under the big hands of the younger brother, who can hold it delicately.

If one didn't seem to have a cold personality and the other seemed stupid, this would be too much of an indescribably disharmonious picture, which would make people feel like they are looking at no evil.

The little brother pulled off Qinghuai's clothes and said, "It's nothing, I just accidentally left some marks. I'll just rest for a few days." After saying that, he looked away with a somewhat uncomfortable look.

Shen Qinghuai sat up, relaxed a little, and said with a smile: "That's it! Brother, can I rest for a few days and be fine?"

"Yeah, very soon." The younger brother responded.

Qinghuai looked at his brother for a long time and said, "Brother, are you tired? I see? Xie and Uncle San are both fast asleep, aren't you going to sleep?"

The younger brother looked a little shocked and shook his head: "I'm not tired."

Qinghuai thought of something and said, "Brother, how can you not be tired? I feel that you have done a lot of things, why don't you take a nap."

Looking at the other person's childish face and round eyes like a confused deer, just looking at him quietly, the little brother's eyes flickered, and then he said softly: "Okay."

Shen Qinghuai jumped out of bed, turned around and climbed to another bed. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Brother, my bed is occupied by Uncle San and Da Kui. Can I sleep on this bed?"

"Okay." The younger brother whispered, then glanced at Qinghuai calmly, and said in a calm tone: "No one is sleeping in this bed."

Qinghuai looked at his brother and asked, "Why is there no one? Brother, are you sleeping alone?"

"Yeah." The little brother just looked at the other person quietly, seeming to think that this was a normal thing. The little brother didn't know why, but he didn't like to be with others.

And no one wants to have too much contact with him.

"Brother, let me move over and sleep with you! Otherwise, sleeping alone will be too lonely." Qinghuai blinked his confused eyes and looked at his brother quietly.

The younger brother didn't speak, his eyes were dull, he lowered his eyes slightly and hummed in a low voice.