How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

Originally one person, but played the role of two people, but no matter how bad the performance is, there are always people who believe it.

Jian Shou is the actor, and Wan Tujue is the idiot judge.

In order to make Jian Shou relax his vigilance and ensure the final success, Wan Teng did not hesitate to cut a real knife on his body. The violent impact made him fall to his knees, and the smile on his lips was stained red by the spit of blood.

In the main hall of the pavilion, Jian Shou, who had just sat up on the bed, suddenly let out a muffled snort, swallowed the blood rushing to his throat, closed his eyes and waited for the force to pass before standing up from the edge of the bed.

Ku worried: "Master, you just woke up, where are you going?"

Jian Shou took a deep breath and said, "Go to the barrier outside the pavilion."

The outside of the Wusi Pavilion is covered with barriers, inside the barrier is a majestic pavilion, and outside the barrier are barren mountains and wild ridges that are uninhabited.

But at this moment, as soon as he got out of the enchantment, Jian Shou saw that Wan Tanjue was covered in blood and fell unconscious on the ground.

The corners of Jian Shou's mouth were tight, his eyes seemed to see through everything, and it took him a long time to say to the dry behind him: "Take him back and heal his wounds."

When Ku Jiang Wan Tujue carried his back to the Yong Palace, he saw Yun waiting at the door, and he deliberately threw the person behind him to the ground with his hands: "Hey, it's a pity that he didn't die completely, you better tell him not to play tricks! "

Yun ran over and hugged Wan Tujue from the ground again, looked at the back of Ku Li and opened his mouth but said nothing.

At night, the heating in the room was very strong, and there was a faint scent of medicine. Wan Tujue lay on the bed with his wound wrapped up.

Two dumb servants stood by the bed, worrying about how to feed the unconscious man with pills.

Yun, who was hiding on the beam, was thinking about making the two of them dizzy, so he went down to find a way by himself.

However, he keenly heard the footsteps that the visitor did not deliberately hide. He waved his long sleeves to cover up his own breath, and immediately hid himself.

Jian Shou didn't bring Ku with him when he came, and no one informed him. Seeing his sudden appearance, the two servant girls were so frightened that they immediately knelt down on the ground.

The plate with the pills was held an inch above the ground, and Jian Shou bent down to take it.

With plain fingertips twisting a black elixir, which made her skin like snow, Jian Shou glanced at the servant girl on the ground, and said lightly, "Go out."

The maidservants felt relieved, kowtowed their heads and took two steps back on their knees before getting up and bending over to leave.

After the room was completely empty, Jian Shou turned around and walked to the bed.

At this moment, Wan Tujue was as quiet as a baby, with no loving eyes nor resentment or disgust.

Wan Tujue's waist and abdomen wrapped in white cloth rose and fell slowly, and Jian Shou put his palm on his chest, "Putong, puff..." It was still beating alive.

It wasn't until his cool palm warmed up that Jian Shou withdrew his hand, took the quilt beside the bed and covered him.

Then the fingertips holding the medicine stopped on Wan Tujue's lips, and they remained in a stalemate for a long time.

Yun, who was watching secretly, frowned, not knowing what he wanted to do.

But at this moment, Yun's eyes widened, and Jian Shou suddenly leaned down and kissed her, her soft hair hung down on Wan Tujue's cheek, leaving behind a vague fragrance, and the side of her eyelids drooped slightly. The face is incredibly gentle.

The tip of the pink tongue pressed against the pill step by step, and the bitter taste filled the lips and tongues of the two of them. The left hand gently supported Wan Tujue's neck so that he could swallow the pill more smoothly.

It wasn't until Wan Tengjue swallowed it completely that Jian Shou backed away as if nothing had happened, but the faint blush on his face and the turbulent water in his eyes completely betrayed him.

Watching Jian Shou's every move, he suddenly fell into an unprecedented confusion, so why would he treat him so well?

On the second day, Wan Tengjue, who was wearing a white undershirt, stood by the window, holding a piece of brocade cloth sent by Tu Cang in his hand: "You said that Jian Shou came here last night?"

Meteor clasped his fists and said, "Yes."

Rubbing the silky brocade with his fingers, he asked, "What did he do after he came?"

He actually understood that as long as Yun stayed in the house last night, Jian Shou would not be able to do anything unfavorable to him, but somehow he just wanted to ask, to know something.

Yun's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he replied: "I fed the medicine to the Lord... Koudu."

Wan Tengjue's hand holding the brocade cloth suddenly tightened, and veins burst out: "It's really disgusting..."

Sure enough, it is a sloppy, sloppy, cheap cauldron, and it deserves to be ridden by thousands of people!

Use the most vicious curse to hide the throbbing in my heart.

When the fingers were released again, the flaming brocade cloth fell to the ground, billowing green smoke rose, and Yu glanced at the remaining corner:

On the fourth day of mid-spring, attack, don't want to go to the pavilion.

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Layers of dark clouds surged from the sky, and lightning bolts pierced through the sky and hit the layers of barriers above the Wusi Pavilion.

The ear-piercing sound indicated that the enchantment was on the verge of collapse, and the demon cultivators standing in front were exhausted one by one.

The silk and satin gently wiped the nephrite sword body, and the silk and satin were easily torn in half as soon as the blade was turned.

Jian Shou's brows and eyes, which were originally full of charm, are now full of heroism, and the cold red at the end of his eyes shows his anger even more.

The majestic sound like two bells colliding enveloped the entire Wusi Pavilion: "Wusi Pavilion, keep it simple, and fight quickly!"

"As you wish!" Jian Shou soared into the air, leaving behind him the Sifang Moxiu led by Ku.

The corners of the purple-red clothes are blowing with the wind, standing in the clouds and full of immortality, the beautiful and glamorous face is clearly visible, both good and evil, immortal and demon.

The demon cultivators behind Tu Cang took a deep breath, this kind of appearance is really rare even among their demon cultivators!

Tu Cang has completely transformed into a human form, wearing a dark green battle suit and holding a ghostly fire from the demon world, Jian Shou's seductive figure is reflected in a pair of strange vertical pupils, his forked scarlet tongue wets his lips, as the rumors say, he full of interest in him.

Jian Shou's expression has not changed and is still as cold as before. Too many people have looked at him with such eyes over the years, and they will become numb after being disgusted. He can't always goug out everyone's eyes.

Thin lips parted lightly, and ear pierced through the air: "What is the matter, you have offended me!"

Ah, a beauty is a beauty, even with such a pleasant voice, Tu Cang raised the corners of his lips, but his smile did not reach his eyes: "The very west of the pavilion, the spiritual vein of Yunshan, is what I want."

Yunshan Lingmai is the place where the aura of Wusi Pavilion is the most prosperous, and it is the foundation of Wusi Pavilion.

What Tu Cang said was what he wanted, rather than what he wanted.

The so-called demon cultivators are treacherous and tyrannical, and have no additional constraints on themselves, so they have always acted recklessly, taking whatever they want.

But Tu Cang's desire to divide Wusi Pavilion Jianshou is not allowed. This Wusi Pavilion used to belong to the Marquis of Wanqi, and in the future it will belong to Wanqihou. If it does not belong to him, it must be guarded more carefully.

"With me around for a day, Wusi Pavilion is indispensable."

"Oh, really? Let's wait and see!"

The You Huo in Tu Cang's hand suddenly flourished, leaping out one meter high and jumping towards Tu Cang's ear. With a loud shout, Tu Cang flew up and slapped the barrier with his palm!

Sure enough, the barrier was completely broken, and thousands of demon cultivators swarmed in. Jian Shou took the lead to meet the enemy with a nephrite sword in his hand, and his feet stepped on the wind like a purple shooting star.

The You Huo in Tu Cang's hand was burning, and he attacked Jian Shou before he got close!

The speed of the two was astonishingly fast. From a distance, it looked like the entanglement of green and purple. Wan Tujue, who appeared at an unknown time, looked up, and behind him was the demon cultivator who was constantly fighting.

The arm that held out the Mingliu sword was suddenly grasped tightly, and he looked at it with a dry face: "What do you want to do!"

With a twist of his forearm to shake his dry hand away, Wan Tujue showed contempt in his eyes: "Of course I went up to help him."

Ku wanted to stop him again, but was attacked by the demon cultivator behind him and almost fell to his knees!

His waist was slashed, and he crashed into the arms of someone who suddenly appeared. The demon cultivator who had sneaked up on him screamed and died.

The battle between two people was interrupted by Wan Tujue's thrust. Jian Shou's sword sent to Tu Cang was abruptly turned in the same direction, and the backlash caused his face to turn pale, and his breath suddenly became chaotic.

But after stopping for a moment, Wan Tujue and Tu Cang were seen fighting together.

Jian Shou frowned, the current Wanqijue lacked experience must not be the opponent of the old monster Tu Cang, as expected Tu Cang hit him with a ghostly fire, and Wanqijue was pushed tens of meters away.

Jian Shou flew over to intercept Tu Cang's second attack. The nephrite sword was enveloped by the dark fire, and his fingertips were burned, but Jian Shou held it tighter, and fought Tu Cang again.

Wan Tengjue put down his hand that was covering his chest calmly. He was satisfied to see Tu Cang leading Jian Shou to a remote place.

And at this moment, Jian Shou is turning his back on him, facing him where he is least prepared. This is a perfect opportunity.

There was a glint of darkness in Wan Tengjue's eyes, and he stabbed with the sword!

A cold light flashed, and with a puff, the bloody blade pierced Jian Shou's left shoulder. Tu Cang stopped in good time and looked at them thoughtfully.

The arm holding the nephrite sword hangs down feebly. Jian Shou is holding the sword in his left hand. Being severely injured by this is no different from cutting off his left hand. He has completely lost his fighting power.

Jian Shou still felt a little unbelievable, his lips parted slightly and his clear eyes were dazed, but he saw Tu Cang's clear face...

Of course he wasn't a fool, and soon he figured it out. This time Tu Cang's attack on Wusi Pavilion was probably a play written, directed and acted by Wan Tengjue to get rid of him, and he didn't hesitate to hurt himself for this play.

"So that's it! Hahahaha..."

Jian Shou's smile is still beautiful, like a bloody flower, the more it blooms, the more crumbling, the blood lingering in his nose is very familiar, Tu Cang raised his eyebrows, his eyes became more interested.

Wan Tengjue heard his almost insolent laughter, as if he was laughing at him, and at the same time seemed to be laughing at himself, laughing until tears came out.

The hand holding the sword hilt trembled following the tremor of Jian Shou's chest, Wan Tujue's heart was inexplicably stuffy and panicked,

"To shut up!"

After using force again, the blade of the sword completely penetrated the body, and the hilt touched Jian Shou's back. As he wished, Jian Shou stopped laughing, closed his eyes and passed out.

Wan Tujue caught him from behind, seeing his pale face with bitterness at the corner of his mouth.

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On the fourth day of the second day of the second spring, the demon cultivators attacked Wusi Pavilion on a large scale, and the owner of the pavilion, Jian Shou, was seriously injured when he fought Tu Cang.

Wan Tengjue, the son of the former pavilion master, came to the rescue, and forced Tu Cang back to save Wusi Pavilion.

Because Jian Shou is still in a coma, Wan Tanjue took over most of Wusi Pavilion's affairs.

Wan Tengjue sat on top of the main hall. He was dressed in a black fur coat with silver borders and moiré patterns, and a purple-gold hair crown on his head. He was handsome and handsome.

His gaze swept to the kneeling man under His Highness, and his pressure was firmly on that man's body.

"West Palace—Uncle Qin, do you have any objections?"

The man known as Uncle Qin had his knees shatter, and had sunk an inch into the ground. His whole body was shaking and his teeth were bleeding from biting.

Moxiu has always admired people with high cultivation bases, and Wan Tujue has such strength, what else can he object to.

Uncle Qin finally opened his mouth with difficulty: "Subordinate, I have no objection..."

After Jian Shou woke up, he called out "Ku", but unfortunately no one answered him, his throat was so dry that he seemed to be on fire, so he had to get up to get water to drink.

The movement of getting up affected the injury on the left shoulder, and also affected the chain on the ankle. Jian Shou reached out to hold it and wanted to shatter it, but sadly found that his cultivation base had been shackled.

He sneered, feeling that this situation was really damn similar, the cool locks were sticking to the skin, it was bitingly cold.

So he just sat there like this, from dawn to night, with lifeless hair hanging around his ankles and coiled around the iron chain, and his decayed body under the thin underwear, he felt more and more tired.

Yun suddenly appeared from the room, Jian Shou raised his eyes: "Withered?"

The man didn't speak, Jian Shou just looked at it for a few seconds, and then said: "Ah, you are not dry, then who are you? And whose person?"

But Yun didn't answer his question, and said bluntly: "I hope you can persuade Ku to leave Wusi Pavilion."

Jian Shou fiddled with a strand of hair with his fingertips: "Since he has become my dog, how can he leave when I am in trouble?"

Feeling angry, Yun opened his mouth and said: "Now that the overall situation is settled, why do you have to struggle so hard? If my younger brother leaves Wusi Pavilion on his own initiative, Wan Tujue will definitely not embarrass him."

Pinching the fingertips at the end of her hair, Jian Shou twitched the corners of her mouth sarcastically: "You are a man of ten thousand, do you know of your existence?"

Yun frowned: "If you know how to treat you, you should know it well."

"Well, yes, he did a good job of hiding it from me."

"You!" Yun clenched his fists, Ku didn't want to leave Jian Shou, and Jian Shou didn't want to let Ku go?

Looking at his expression, Jian Shou knew what he was thinking, and waved to him: "Hand me a glass of water, and I'll let him go."

Why should a disloyal dog stay around?

Yun felt surprised, and handed him a cup of cold tea with suspicion.

The cup bottomed out, there was not a single drop of tea left, Jian Shou's fingertips rubbed back and forth on the rim of the cup.

It turned out that he wasn't the only one re-acting this scene, everyone living in it was an actor.

He lied to him, he believed him, he owed him, no one owed anyone.

The author has something to say: I still caught up with White People's Day~