Brilliant thorn

Xiao Jue soaked in the bathtub, and every time he struggled to get up, he would be pushed back into the water again.

His whole body's internal energy was blocked, and he couldn't resist, so he could only stare at Fu Shaoyu with his wet face.

Fu Shaoyu remained unmoved, and vigorously scrubbed Xiao Jue's chest and back, until he rubbed red marks on his fair skin, and the scabs fell off before he stopped.

He is angry.

Apart from being angry, Xiao Jue felt a little sour in his heart.

He tightly grasped Fu Shaoyu's wrist, looked up at him, hesitant to speak.

It was Fu Shaoyu who spoke first.

"Do you know what will happen if you don't come back in time tonight?"

Xiao Jue pursed his lips and did not answer.

"Yan Xinghan will label you as a bandit gangster, and the lives of the dozens of guards may also be counted on you. To exaggerate, you may be the next public enemy of martial arts."

Xiao Jue turned to the beginning and whispered: "It doesn't matter."

Fu Shaoyu clamped his chin, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

"Can you say that again."

The displeasure in the voice was very obvious.

"I said I don't care," Xiao Jue suddenly sneered, and looked into Fu Shaoyu's eyes ironically, "Don't worry, I will draw a clear line with you from now on. It will drag Fu Shaoxia half a point."

Fu Shaoyu was so angry that he almost lost his composure, he suddenly pulled him up from the tub, grabbed the back of Xiao Jue's neck, pressed it tightly against his forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Take your words back."

Xiao Jue wanted to fight against him.

"Why do you want to take it back? You are a young gentleman praised by everyone in the world. Naturally, you shouldn't be mixed with a murderous guy like me."

"you--!"

"What's wrong with me? I have always been like this, never caring what anyone thinks, and you are no exception!"

For a moment, Xiao Jue wanted to reveal his identity.But he still lied, he cared about Fu Shaoyu, more than expected.

He had a stubborn face, but his whole body was trembling.

Fu Shaoyu also felt it, and looked at him for a long time, finally sighed, and hugged the wet man into his arms.

"The last time I was in Taolin, I just said something casually, but you remembered it until now."

"You're right," Xiao Jue closed his eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm just murderous, and when others look at me, I wish I could poke his tricks. How can a person like me be worthy... oh ..."

The lips were suddenly bitten, and the man's domineering tongue pried open his teeth, sweeping every corner of the mouth.

Xiao Jue only hesitated for a moment, then hugged Fu Shaoyu tightly back, frantically responding to his kiss.

With the sound of splashing water, he was carried out of the tub and placed on the table.

The kiss gradually became gentle, one after another, like the hand of the god of love comforting the restless soul invisibly.

"You, you, the little dog has a bad temper and holds grudges, and dares to spit out everything when he gets up with his stubbornness. What should you tell me?"

Fu Shaoyu lightly pecked at the corners of Xiao Jue's mouth, earlobes and eyelashes, and finally landed on his slightly frowning brows.

"A stubborn guy like Luo Daman, if you kill him, you're doing harm to the people. I don't want to make trouble with you because of this."

Xiao Jue raised his eyelids to look at him: "How do you know I'm going to kill him?"

"Otherwise?" Fu Shaoyu asked back, "It's just that I don't understand why you dragged the Yan family in."

First pretending to be someone else to injure Yan Xinghan, and then leading the nursing home to go straight to the west gate to pursue Luo Daman, and even risking to kill him, and finally sneaking back to the mansion in time.

According to Xiao Jue's personality, if he wanted to kill someone, he would never make so many detours.

Xiao refused to answer, but asked: "Since you know that he is dead, why do you want to take the responsibility of finding him?"

"Naturally for you."

Fu Shaoyu slowly helped him take off his wet clothes one by one.

"I don't need to ask you the purpose of doing all this, and I can even help you solve the follow-up troubles, but I hope you can think of me before you act in the future."

Xiao Jue's blindfold was taken off, and the luxuriant candle flame faintly danced in the different-colored pupils.

Fu Shaoyu leaned over and kissed the corners of his eyes again, then pecked his cheeks and the corners of his mouth like a dragonfly on water, gently wrapped his lips around his lips, and said slightly vaguely: "I want to be someone you trust."

Xiao Jue Ren kissed him, looking at the man close at hand with clear eyes.

Trust... Does he still have such a thing?Can a person like him, who has walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, still have the ability to love?

However, Fu Shaoyu's affectionate style is really seductive, even if it is a deadly poison, he is willing to take it.

The only thing to blame is the taste of being cherished by others, it's really too good.

A gentle big hand caressed his back lightly, and Xiao couldn't help shivering.

Fu Shaoyu removed all his clothes, wiped off the water droplets on his body, and carried him to the couch.

"I was the one who was rude just now, wrap it up and don't get sick again."

Fu Shaoyu let him sit by the bed, wrapped him tightly with a quilt, and wiped his hair with a towel: "I apologize to you, don't be angry, okay?"

Xiao Jue raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were half covered by his broken hair, looking extraordinarily peaceful and harmless.

He responded softly: "Yes."

"You are so good," Fu Shaoyu fondled the top of his hair, dried it, and said, "Don't leave tonight, sleep with me."

Xiao Jue raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to sit in a real golden house to hide your beauty?"

"Of course, tomorrow everyone will know that you sleep here with my clothes disheveled," Fu Shaoyu said with a smile, "If you leave, then wouldn't it be a big loss for me?"

Xiao Jue rolled into the bed wrapped in the quilt, his hair was scattered and covered half of his face, but he could still vaguely see that he was smiling.

Fu Shaoyu rushed forward and hugged him including the quilt into his arms: "Let me kiss you again."

The two kissed for a long time before Fu Shaoyu extinguished the candle with his palm and hugged Xiao Jue to sleep.

In a haze, Xiao Jue turned over in his arms, bit his jaw lightly, and called him "Brother Yu".

"Well," Fu Shaoyu hugged him tightly, "here."

"Are you happy with me?" Xiao Jue asked.

Fu Shaoyu opened his eyes and asked back, "Isn't the answer obvious enough?"

"I want to hear from you." Xiao Jue said.

"Yes, I am happy with you. Even if you are a ghost or a wraith, Fu is willing to be entangled with you for the rest of his life, until he dies."

In the darkness, Xiao Jue laughed, bright and moving.

"Then you'd better do what you say."

He put his fingers on Fu Shaoyu's chest, his nails scraped lightly over the skin, causing itching.

"If you give even a little bit of your heart to someone else, I will cut that person first, and then go out your heart. I will never show mercy."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Fu Shaoyu nodded and kissed his forehead, and when he was about to fall asleep, he heard Xiao Jue say: "Luo Daman's body is in the pile of debris in the back alley of Zuixianlou."

Xiao Jue didn't ask Fu Shaoyu how he wanted to deal with the aftermath, he had the most solid and satisfying sleep in more than 20 years.

After a good dream, the mood is always good.So when he woke up the next day and saw those servants always peeking at him and Fu Shaoyu with ambiguous eyes, it was rare for him not to be murderous.

Fu Shaoyu pretended to lead people to search the city for two days, Xiao Jue always laughed at him for being too good at acting, Fu Shaoyu said helplessly: "Isn't it all because of you?"

Xiao Jue didn't appreciate it very much.

But what surprised him was that on the eve of the wedding, Fu Shaoyu actually gave Chi Lian's antidote to Yan Wuji.

"Fu Mou has some friendship with Wu Shanyun, the leader of the Five Poison Sect. In case Luo Daman could not be found to delay the treatment, I ordered people to go to Tongxi to ask for the antidote. Fortunately, Tongxi is not far from Shangye, and finally In time."

Yan Wuji was slightly hesitant, Wu Shanyun was eccentric and withdrawn, and rarely showed up, how could Fu Shaoyu have friendship with her?

"This antidote..."

"Uncle, don't worry, there will be no fake news." Fu Shaoyu said, "The rumor that there is no cure for Chi Lian is just false news deliberately released by the Five Poison Sect in order to establish its prestige."

That being the case, Yan Wuji didn't ask any more questions, thinking of the dead horse as a living horse doctor, and distributed the antidote.

After one night, except for a few nursing homes who were too poisoned and unable to return to heaven, everyone else was relieved. As long as they take good care of themselves, they will recover within half a month.

As a result, the happy event became extraordinarily joyful, the firecrackers and fireworks were set off non-stop since before dawn, and the Yan family was full of joy, except for the crooked neck and the bridegroom officer still had a mournful face.

The hall was full of guests who came to watch the ceremony.

Xiao Jue stood beside Fu Shaoyu with a disgusted expression, and said coldly: "It's so noisy."

"Then come back with me and sleep for a while."

Fu Shaoyu held his hand secretly, and was about to walk out the door with others, Xiao Jue pinched him backhand, and said: "It's so noisy, I can't sleep when I go back."

"Then why don't we go to an inn?"

"You are considered a distinguished guest after all, and it would be unseemly to leave, right?"

"How is decency more important than you?"

When the two were whispering, there was a commotion at the gate, and the bride in a red auspicious dress was helped off the sedan chair with a red hijab on her head.

The bride smiled and handed the wedding silk made by red forging to the bride and groom respectively, each holding one end, stepped over the brazier, and the couple climbed up the stairs amidst laughter and firecrackers, and entered the Yan Mansion.

It's almost summer, but Lan Zhi's hands are very cold, trembling imperceptibly, every finger is resisting.

Yan Xinghan raised his head and saw Fu Shaoyu standing outside the flower hall, and the evil factors shouted again.

He pulled Lan Zhi to his side with all his strength, tilted his head and raised the corner of the hijab, and said in a low voice: "Fu Shaoyu is right in front, don't cry later."

"Oh, don't be in a hurry, the groom's official, I'll take off the hijab later in the bridal chamber!"

Xi Niang quickly pulled Yan Xinghan away, helped Lan Zhi tidy up the red hijab, and guided the two of them to move forward.

But just a few steps away, Lan Zhi seemed to have exhausted all her strength in her life.

When she stepped into the flower hall, she couldn't help but stop and look to the side.

Through a layer of thin red gauze, one can vaguely see tears in her almond eyes, which are charming and charming.

Fu Shaoyu nodded slightly at her, stepped back and stood behind Xiao Jue.

"Let's go, lady."

Yan Xinghan deliberately emphasized the address, and took the lead into the flower hall while holding Hong in his hands. Lan Zhi reluctantly looked away, and followed him to the high hall.

Xiao Jue glanced back at the man behind him, just as Fu Shaoyu was about to speak, his toe was trampled on.

"Hiss—" Fu Shaoyu frowned exaggeratedly, "It hurts."

"Then show me your tears." Xiao Jue sneered.

Fu Shaoyu hooked his fingertips, and said softly: "Then I really cried? The kind you can't coax well."

Xiao Jue let out a light snort, and fixedly looked at him.

Fu Shaoyu scratched his palm, and said again: "You have to have flowers and candles in the bridal chamber to coax him well, do you still want me to cry?"