Golden Stage

The room was not completely dark, there was a dim yellow light all around, there was no one inside, and there was no scary scene, Yan Xiaohan walked a few steps inside, his nostrils flared, and suddenly he smelled a strange fragrance that came from nowhere .

He was slightly stunned, and then an indescribable sense of joy rushed straight to the sky, making him dizzy and unable to stand steadily.Then the aroma suddenly became stronger, as if a ladle of hot oil was poured on the flame, the flame exploded, and the heat was transpiring.The blood in his whole body boiled up, several bloodshot streaks appeared in his eyes instantly, as if a fire was burning in his lower abdomen, his lower body raised his head immediately.

With a "clang", the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

His body was like a crumbling broken cage that could no longer contain restlessness and endless desires. Yan Xiaohan bit the tip of his tongue and staggered towards the door. Locked firmly from the outside, all the muscles in his whole body were convulsed, and even his fingertips were trembling. His body was extremely excited, but he didn't even have the strength to break through the door.

A complete trap... The "dumb kid" leading the way was simply a trap laid for him.

The fragrance wrapped and entangled him as if alive, and wandered around his limbs. The darkness in front of him turned into frames of bizarre dreams.In the last sliver of clarity that was burned by the fire of lust, Yan Xiaohan suddenly remembered that in the last Jinwu Guard case, all the Flying Dragon Guards in a yard were hit. Shen Yuce once said that that kind of medicine would make people feel "More bliss than bliss".

Jin Wuwei...Bai Lu San...

Why is there Bailusan in this remote mountain village thousands of miles away from the capital? !

However, this creepy thought didn't last long, he couldn't think any more soon, his thoughts were chaotic, sometimes he flew up to the clouds, sometimes fell into the fog, and finally he slid slowly to the ground with his back against the wall, closing his eyes. His eyes closed, his chest rose and fell violently, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

He gritted his teeth and endured the groans that he was about to utter, several ferocious veins sprouted on the back of his hands, big drops of sweat trickled down his temples and into the corners of his eyes, but at the moment when he was crushed by desire, he finally couldn't hold it back, Trembling, he called out "Jing Yuan".

Meanwhile, on the other side of the village.

When Ren Miao woke up, she found that King Qi and his party next door had left, and even the village was gone.His legs were weak from hunger, and he went to find a steamed bun under the stove in a dizzy state, and ate it under cold water. move.

It was hard to tell what kind of feeling it was, it seemed to be some kind of premonition, and it seemed to be an inexplicable tremor coming from a thread holding him in the dark.

He turned his head suspiciously, and walked a few steps towards the village hesitantly. As soon as he walked through the yard, he saw a child whose legs were not as long as his came out from behind the house.

Seeing him, the child was taken aback for a moment, then turned around hastily, and ran away.

It's fine if he doesn't run, but when he does, he immediately shows a guilty conscience.Ren Miao's skill was indeed faster than Yan Xiaohan's. He casually picked up a small stone from the ground without aiming at it. He flicked it casually with his fingertips, and only heard the sound of "whoosh" breaking the wind. The child was hit in the crook of the knee, "Plopped" and fell face-to-face like a dog chewing mud.

Ren Miao pulled out the fire stick that he made so handy with his backhand, picked up the child with one stick, hung it in the air, dangled it, and said cheerfully, "Why are you running?"

The child trembled like chaff, Ren Miao smiled and said: "Tell me, seeing me is like seeing a ghost, what are you doing?"

The child was speechless, tears quickly welled up in his eyes, he was quite pitiful, but the hard-hearted man was not moved at all, seeing that he didn't answer, he took him to the nearby well and put He hung himself on the mouth of the well: "Don't tell me? Then you go down and wait, anyway, there is no one in the village now, and when they come back, you will probably have lost your hair..."

The child looked at him blankly, then looked down at the dark wellhead under his feet, and cried out loud.

Ren Miao said with satisfaction: "You behaved now? Where have everyone gone? Show me the way."

The child wailed silently. Ren Miao originally wanted to ask him where the villagers had gone, but he didn't hear clearly, and thought it was Yan Xiaohan's accomplices who had found him, so he led him all the way to that room forward.

Ren Miao threw him off the fire stick, measured it against the door lock, and then slammed down the stick without saying hello. They were smashed to pieces by him.

The mute child's eyes were straightened, and he suspected that his fire stick might be a peerless magic weapon that could destroy gold and jade.

As soon as the door was broken, the fragrance in the room came out, Ren Miao covered her nose with her sleeves, and out of the mentality of being a dead Taoist friend, she grabbed the child and threw him in.

The half-grown child couldn't bear such a large amount of strong Bailusan, and was immediately knocked out.Seeing this, Ren Miao didn't dare to act rashly, and stood on the upper air vent with her nose covered. After the smell had mostly dissipated, she stepped on the floor and broke through the door cautiously and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a person curled up in a corner in great pain.

Moonlight like a white veil streamed in through the broken door, illuminating the mess on the ground.Yan Xiaohan was startled by the loud noise, and raised his head slowly.The blood he endured was about to be burned dry, the skin from the neck down was glowing with abnormal heat and redness, his eyes were no longer clear, and cold sweat kept slipping from the temples and flowing down his cheeks, lining the flushed cheeks. The eye sockets are like stains of tears.

The visitor stood with the backlight, his face was hidden in the night, and the slender figure overlapped with the shadow in his memory. He thought he saw a hallucination, and said in a daze, "Jingyuan..."

Ren Miao cursed silently and strode over.

Unexpectedly, before his hand touched Yan Xiaohan, the man suddenly trembled, as if he had suddenly recognized his face, or as if he had been awakened by the evening wind, his distracted gaze gathered again, no one knew where it came from With a lot of strength, he waved his hand away.

"Go away..." He panted with difficulty, and said hoarsely, "Don't touch me..."

The knife that fell on the ground was touched by him at some point, Yan Xiaohan held a little silver light between his fingers, and swung the knife to stab his right arm.

In the blink of an eye, Ren Miao finally figured out what was going on in the scene in front of him. Without further ado, he raised his finger and poked the acupuncture point on his wrist, snatched the knife from his hand, and slanted his other hand on the side of his neck. With a chop, Yan Xiaohan tilted his head, then lost consciousness, and fell softly into his arms.

The knife just now was about to stab him in the heart, Ren Miao breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and bent to lift Yan Xiaohan up, but as soon as the body touched, his shoulder was suddenly touched by someone. Something hit it.

"This fucking..."

He embarrassingly carried the man out of the house, threw Yan Xiaohan onto the horse, turned onto the horse himself, hugged him to his chest, and galloped towards Kuang Fengcheng.

Kuangfeng County, Pleasure Inn.

The old doctor who was forcibly dragged out of the house by Ren Miao finished his pulse diagnosis, twitched his beard, and said with no surprise: "It's either a serious illness, or he took too much medicine. You don't have to worry, go to Fireworks Lane to find someone to relieve him." , the medicinal properties are released, and it will be fine naturally.”

Ren Miao said: "Medication? What kind of medicine?"

"Autumn night is white," the old doctor shook his head, "I've seen this kind of patient a lot, just want to be happy for a while... This medicine is addictive, and it will be very difficult in the future!"

What the hell is Qiuyebaiyou?Is Bai Lusan the same thing?

I was so full of questions that I didn't have time to ask them carefully, and the worst thing was that I was still on the bed.Ren Miao didn't have time to listen to him lamenting the decline of the world, and said with a big head: "Okay, I understand. Then... do it tonight, and I will take him to see you tomorrow."

The old doctor took the consultation fee and left tremblingly.Ren Miao glanced at Yan Xiaohan who was frowning tightly on the bed, sighed tiredly, sat at the table, took out a small bottle of liquid medicine from her inner pocket, smeared it carefully in front of the mirror, and after a while, Slowly peel off a human'skin mask from the face.

The cold and handsome face of the young general was reflected in the bronze mirror.

He put the mask in front of the mirror, got up and walked to the side of the bed, raised his hand and brushed the acupuncture points on Yan Xiaohan's chest, the person who had been knocked out by him earlier coughed twice, and slowly woke up.

Fu Shen sat down on the edge of the bed, lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing a pair of black boots that reached to the middle of his thighs.The boots were produced by the Armed Forces Department of the Northern Yan Army. There are special mechanism buckles on the boots, knees, and ankles. The calf is supported by six black iron skeletons. The hind legs and feet are not strenuous, and the walking below the knee can be replaced by machinery.

This was specially developed by the Armed Forces Department for him after he was injured. Even a disabled person who has no sensation below the knee can still walk as usual when wearing these boots, not to mention a semi-disabled person like Fu Shen who has recovered seven or eight times. .He received the boots sent by Yu Qiaoting in the villa. He thought that if he was idle, he would be idle. On a whim, he changed his appearance, changed his name and came to Jingzhou.

I should really thank the skilled craftsman of Beiyan Iron Cavalry and his whim. Fortunately, he came after me, otherwise the family would be broken after this trip.

He unlocked a few buckles, kicked off his boots, twisted a towel from the basin beside him, and stuck it on Yan Xiaohan's face: "Come on, wipe your tears quickly, poor thing."

A hot, trembling hand grabbed his wrist.

Yan Xiaohan suspected that he was completely insane, and stared at him in disbelief, not even daring to blink, as if he was afraid that he would disappear in the next moment, and murmured: "Jing Yuan..."

"Well," Fu Shen wiped his face, then his neck and hands, and said softly, "It's me."

"Am I dreaming..."

Fu Shen played it maliciously at an unspeakable place, causing him to shudder, and said with a smirk, "Aren't you dreaming of sex?"

It's a fucking thing to say that it's fucked up, but fortunately Fu Shen is by his side, so the relationship between husband and wife can be regarded as a kind of fun.Fu Shen wasn't very angry with Yan Xiaohan, he just thought of the decisiveness with which he stabbed his arm with a knife, and he was a little scared, mixed with unspeakable distress, and even hated the whole Xishan Village.

"How did you come……"

Fu Shen put down the bed curtains on both sides, turned on the bed, and while undressing him, said, "What time is it, are you still chatting with me about these gossips?"

His fingertips accidentally touched Yan Xiaohan's exposed skin, that person seemed to be scalded, and trembled all over, and then an invisible cage shattered, ferocious beasts roared, Fu Shen's waist tightened, Being hugged and rolled onto the pillow, messy and hot kisses were pressed down overwhelmingly.

"Jingyuan, I'm going to go crazy..." Rationality was dying, Yan Xiaohan leaned against Fu Shen's ear, panting heavily and cut the sentence into three parts, "If I hurt you...you must remember to push me away ..."

Fu Shen tilted his head and kissed his face, raised his hand to rub the back of his sweaty neck, and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay. Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The author has something to say: I sincerely invite everyone to enjoy this 82-year-old car exhaust.

General Fu's new equipment: thigh boots (very cool, fashion icon of the Great Zhou Dynasty