Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

"Senior Brother." Yan Hui kissed Jiang Que's lips and held Jiang Que's face with both hands.

A pair of red eyes shone with a shimmering misty luster, and Jiang Que's facial features were reflected in the eyes, as if he wanted to carve this person's appearance into his heart and imprint it deeply.

The courage that Yanhui had finally mustered was shattered when he saw the face he had been thinking about day and night.

It was as if all her strength was drained away, and she fell on Jiang Que. The hot tears that had been accumulating in her eyes for a long time fell on Jiang Que's chest, burning her heart.

"Brother, please don't scare me. If you really don't remember, I will go crazy. Xianmen is now negotiating peace with the demons. If something happens to you, I don't mind turning Xianmen into a demon stronghold."

The boy's tears were still hanging on his eyelashes. He had the most innocent face and said the most cruel words.

Jiang Que immediately retracted his playful look, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, turned over and exchanged positions, kissed the boy, and was ready to sacrifice himself for the Dao.

Unlike the young boy who was so cautious, Jiang Que held his head with one hand, pressed him against the quilt-covered earthen kang and kissed him deeply, as if he wanted to melt the young man into his bones and blood.

Plain clothes and red silk were scattered in the room, turning the long-lost thoughts and love into attacks and murmurs again and again.

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Jiang Que took Yan Hui on a trip. They bought tickets and boarded a long train to their destination. The carriages set off one after another. Jiang Que took the ticket and found his seat.

The disgusting seat was different from his, and because the carriage was narrow and crowded and inconvenient to move around, the two could only communicate by phone.

There is a lot to be said for the anticipation of this trip.

However, when the vehicle was moving, the signal in and out of the tunnel was extremely unstable. Jiang Que could only hear the sound of the boy's intermittent voice on the phone, which was stuck and dropped.

The destination of this trip was quite far away, so Jiang Que stayed in the carriage until dark, and felt sleepy several times.

We finally arrived at the place, but unfortunately the weather was not good. A fierce storm blew up and we almost got swept away.

The two had no choice but to jog in the rain back to the hotel they had booked in advance to rest, and wait until the weather cleared up tomorrow to continue their trip.

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"Brother, since you have nothing to do, why don't you come to find me?"

Yan Hui had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He leaned in Jiang Que's arms, put his fingers on Jiang Que, circled his left chest with his fingertips, and his tone was full of complaints.

Jiang Que leaned on the pillow, Yan Xi leaned on his shoulder, raised his hand to hug him and kissed him, and with his other hand he grabbed the boy's rebellious hand.

He lowered his eyes to hide the loneliness in them: "I am a useless person now, I am afraid you will dislike me."

"How could it be!!" Yanhui stood up when he heard that, and frowned when he pulled it to the place, but fortunately he could endure it.

He grabbed Jiang Que's hand and felt his pulse. A flash of shock flashed in his eyes, and he murmured in disbelief: "Where is your elixir?"

"Brother!! Where is your elixir? How come…"

Yanhui turned over Jiang Que's arms with trembling hands. They were covered with new wounds that had just healed, one by one, as if they were broken by something and then sewn again. Due to the poor sewing skills, each wound was engraved on the skin, like countless tiny centipedes.

Yanxu was so absorbed in love that he didn't notice it at all.

He knew that the thunder was terrifying just by looking at it, let alone being caught in it.

The pain of self-destructing the elixir is a thousand times more painful than having your heart cut out, just like having your bone marrow, tendons and flesh pulled out together. Without the elixir, you are just a mortal, and you have to use your physical body to resist the thunderbolt.

The wounds on his body that had not yet healed were left after his meridians were severed and he had to sew them up himself.

The once high and mighty immortal king has fallen into the state of a useless man who can't lift anything.

Yanhui should have thought of it earlier that such a proud senior brother would not want others to see his embarrassed side.

"Why are you crying?" Jiang Que raised his hand to wipe away the tears that the boy couldn't hold back.

It had only been a short time since they last met, but he had heard a lot about this guy's glorious deeds in the small border town.

One knife, one good brother.

You are cruel and ruthless outside, and now you cry in front of me, right?

I'm not dead yet.

Cry cry cry cry!!

unlucky! !

The system that has been pulled into the small black room and has not yet been released: [……]

Who of you two is more unlucky? Don’t you have any idea?