How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

Jian Shou didn't seem to be in a panic, he just blinked his eyes lightly, the charming light faded away, leaving only the calm blackness, he asked: "What are you doing?"

The pulse under his palm was still beating healthily, Wan Tujue's pupils shrank slightly, his face regained his composure in an instant, and he changed his expression and said seriously: "It's just stained with blood." He rubbed it with his fingertips. Rubbing Jianshou's delicate side neck.

There are thick calluses on the fingertips, and there is a strong stench, which makes Jian Shou unhappy: "Let go."

Wan Tujue just heard the disgust inside, and sneered in his heart. The cauldron was probably hundreds of times dirtier than him, but he took his hand back as he said.

Jian Shou propped up his body and circulated his internal energy for a short week. Then he looked down at Wan Tujue's bitten thigh, and sure enough the bleeding had stopped, so he asked, "Can I still walk?"

Wan Tengjue said: "Yes." As if to prove it, he got up and got out of bed and wanted to take a few steps, but when his right leg landed on the ground, his whole body softened and fell to the ground.

He slammed his fist to the ground in frustration, making a heavy muffled sound.

Jian Shou walked over, picked him up from the ground, put one hand on his back and the other supported his legs, Wan Tujue struggled a few times in shame, and stopped after Jian Shou tightened his arms.

The man in his arms looked like a disgusted puppy with his head down, Jian Shou calmed down and carried him outside, but Wan Tujue, who had his head down, had a gloomy expression on his face.

When Jian Shou carried him out, he met Rong who was kneeling at the door, and he didn't dare to look up at him, so he leaned over and kowtowed: "Please punish him, Lord!"

Jian Shou said coldly: "There are only three things to do, just get up."

Ku was pleasantly surprised by the Lord's forgiveness, and hurriedly stood up: "Thank you, Lord!"

When he raised his head carefully, he saw the person in the Lord's arms. It was a child who couldn't see his face clearly. He looked at him like he was looking at an ant. He squeezed his palm tightly, but he didn't dare to anger the Lord again, so he had to lower his head. Come on.

Heck, it's just a dog, Wan Teng looked away without taking it seriously, and not far away was the familiar sycamore tree, with a towering crown and blooming flowers, he didn't know that it was already another late spring.

There is a medicine pond behind the main hall of Wusi Pavilion, Wan Teng never thought that there is also a medicine pond behind Jianshou's hall, ah, he forgot, now Jianshou's residence is the new main hall.

Medicine pool, as the name suggests, is a soup pool where medicine is used to make water.

It is not easy to create a medicine pool. It is very rare to have a hot spring vein with flowing water and a spiritual vein.

It can be seen how much his father favored Jian Shou when he built the dormitory. It is ridiculous that he was betrayed in the end.

Jian Shou put Wan Tujue by the smoky pool: "Take off your clothes." After speaking, he walked upriver.

Wan Tengjue watched him take off his clothes, and the bloody purple coat fell to the ground and became a white underclothes.

The inner garment seemed to be glued to the flesh and blood on the left shoulder, and it was difficult to peel it off, but Jian Shou pulled it off indifferently, and immediately the scabbed area was torn again, and strands of blood flowed down the shoulder to the shoulder blade flow.

It hurts to look at it, but Jian Shou insisted not to tremble, only then did Wan Tujue realize that the bump on his shoulder should be bitten out by himself.

The bright red complimented the porcelain white skin, with a dizzying beauty, sliding over the slightly curved waistline, and then dipping into the edge of the trousers.

Wan Tengjue first discovered that he had an almost paranoid love for blood and naked skin.

At this moment, he has a wonderful sense of excitement, wanting to touch it, making that body even more bright red.

Jian Shou felt the scorching gaze on his back, so he stopped his hand that was undoing his belt, and stepped directly into the steaming pool water.

"If you don't want to heal your wounds, then leave." His voice was cold, pulling back Wan Tujue's fugue.

Wan Tengjue lowered the unknown expression in his eyes, and quickly untied his shirt, not even letting go of his underwear.

I didn't immerse myself in the pool until my whole body was healed. Suddenly, the slightly hot temperature enveloped my whole body. The soft water flow caressed and nourished the injured area. The slight itching proved its rapid healing effect, and some areas had already scabbed.

Wan Tengjue was so comfortable that he wanted to sigh, he looked not far away, Jian Shouzheng closed his eyes and was motionless, the water flow from the high place was deeper enough to reach his neck.

The bottom of the water is crystal clear, and you can see that Jian Shou's injured shoulder is no longer bleeding, and the blood on his body has been washed away, leaving only the almost translucent white skin, Wan Tanjue squinted slightly and felt it was a pity.

After healing his injuries, Jian Shou led Wan Tanjue out of the main hall. The road was overgrown with weeds and inaccessible. They just didn't meet a single person. Wan Tanjue clenched his fists and prepared to deal with sudden changes at any time.

The closer he got, the more familiar he felt. It wasn't until he saw the gold-plated plaque that said "Yong Palace" that Wan Tengjue realized that he had returned to his original residence.

Stepping into the gate of the palace, two maidservants knelt on the ground, first bowed in the direction of Jian Shou, and then bowed to Wan Tujue, and they did not speak from the beginning to the end.

Jian Shou turned his back to Wan Tujue and said, "These two dumb maidservants can be used to take care of your daily life."

Wan Teng glanced at the two maidservants indifferently, thinking that this is good, and things will be much more convenient in the future.

Just listen to Jian Shou continuing: "In the future, don't leave Yong Palace without my permission."

Is he grounded?Wan Tengjue rubbed his index finger and thumb together, and said obediently, "Okay."

After Jian Shou heard the satisfactory answer, he turned and left. Wan Tujue looked at his receding back, his eyes darkened.

He wants to come out and doesn't need anyone's permission.

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Wan Qihou has a lover whom he will remember all his life, named Chonghua, who is a teacher of Taiming Dian.

He doesn't quite remember how long ago he met Chonghua, anyway, they were still young at that time, so young that they didn't understand love, and they were so arrogant that they had no fear.

To be honest, the relationship between him and Chonghua can only be regarded as a bad relationship.

What varies from person to person is that some people want to remember that fate for a lifetime, while others want to forget it immediately.

But since you missed it, remembering and forgetting are no longer important.

Only he himself knew that Chong Hua had never liked him, and thinking about it this way relieved some of his guilt, and now he only wanted to see him one last time.

Taiming Peak is located on the top of a high mountain, and there is always a sense of immortality surrounding the cloudy and misty Taiming Mountain. Wan Chenghou, who is already the master of the magic cultivator, felt a sense of discomfort when he stepped into the territory.

There are many strange rocks on Yuxing Peak, and the mountain wind is icy, but it is still so sharp after thousands of years. He once stayed here for a short period of time, but there is the most unforgettable memory there.

There is a layer of enchantment on the mountain peak, and Wan Chenghou could break this enchantment once he learned from here, but he didn't do so, he divided his own devil baby and endured the pain of tearing his soul, and melted himself go in.

The scene inside is even more bleak than outside, with dead branches and leaves everywhere, flying sand and rocks everywhere, this is a place isolated from the world, without the slightest popularity.

On the edge of the cliff, there was a man sitting on a huge boulder. The man had one leg bent, and his arm rested on it to support his head. His back was bent lazily, and his gray robe was rattling by the wind.

However, the person is motionless, like a weathered stone tablet.

Wan Chenghou suddenly felt sore in his heart, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed to the corner of his eyes, and slipped down again after gathering.

He knelt down towards that place, opened his dry mouth, and called out in an inaudible way: "Master."

There was no movement for a long time, but Wan Chenghou did not move at all.

Finally, the wind in the ear began to materialize, turning into continuous drizzle, turning into sharp sword feathers, all of which hit Wan Chenghou's body!

He took it all, and fell back on his knees, leaving bloodstains on the rough gravel.

The man suddenly said, "I don't dare to be that." It seemed that it was the precipitation of thousands of years, and it hit Wan Chenghou's heart hard.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Wan Chenghou wiped it off with the back of his hand, and stood up alone. From then on, he was no longer that person's apprentice, he was just a demon cultivator of Wusi Pavilion.

"I came here this time only to see Chonghua."

The man snorted, slapped his palm, and the huge boulder shattered, and he came to Wan Chenghou in just a trance.

The man's long hair was insolent, and his face that was not stained with worldliness was stained with obvious anger at this moment: "What are you doing?"

Wan Chenghou met his eyes, without any respect in them: "I want to fight you!"

The man's eyes were gray, and when he caught a glimpse of the blood on the corner of Wan Chenghou's mouth, he said bluntly, "You are courting death."

It is true that the man detected the physical condition of Wan Chenghou.

court death?Maybe it is... Now his skill is not even one-third of what it was at the peak, so how can he fight against his master!

However, it has been a long time since the rest of his life like this, guilt and longing have turned into exhaustion and loneliness, and he no longer wants to continue.

But Wan Chenghou didn't admit it, he just said again: "I want to fight with you. If I win, let me see Chonghua. If you win... I will die, and I will not owe you anything from now on."

So without further words, the man stretched out his long arms, and from his sleeves, he transformed into a sword with spiritual energy all over his body, and attacked Wan Chenghou fiercely.

The sword energy came through the air, and Wan Qihou quickly pulled out the magic weapon chain to block it, and suddenly the place where the two weapons collided burst into a strong white light!

The two of them took half a step back and fought together again, two slender figures, one gray and one black, entangled and attacked together, so fast that they couldn't see the exercises clearly.

Broken leaves were floating around them, sand and rocks were soaring into the sky, and the decisive battle continued until nightfall.

The half-curved moon emitted a gloomy light, and there was residual moonlight in the corners of the man's eyes, and the grayish pupils finally showed a hint of fierceness.

"Pfft!" The tip of the sword pierced through the chest and protruded from the shoulder blade. The blood flowed along the blade to the tip of the sword that was glowing with cold light, and then dripped down in strands.

Time seemed to have been stopped, Wan Chenghou slowly lowered his head, staring at the sword in front of his chest, which was only in half.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of his destination, and chuckled lightly: "I lost."

There should be no suspense about winning or losing, which is destined by heaven.

After all, it was my own extravagant hope, Wan Chenghou thought so.