How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

As the sun rose and then set, Jian Shou stood in the water for nearly a day, not knowing where he came from or where he was going.

Desperate like a beggar who has lost his soul, he obviously has nothing, but he just forgot how to beg.

The night pearl was placed on the stone pillar by the bank, and the two servant girls did not make any sound when they came, so it is estimated that their cultivation base is not low.

Jian Shou felt that they were unfamiliar, and after thinking about it, he was right, he probably didn't know many people in Wusi Pavilion now.

The servant girl was holding a brand new set of clothes in her hands. When Jian Shouchi came out of the pool naked, she stepped forward to dress her without turning her eyes.

In an unexpected coincidence, it was an emerald green crane cloak, wide and long, trailing the ground and swaying gently.

When Jian Shou was young, he preferred Tsing Yi. At that time, he was young, energetic and full of vitality. He thought it was his best years.

Shaking my head, it's just the past that has long passed away, so why miss it.

Huang mulberry wooden clogs stepped on the stone floor, making a "squeaky" sound. On the slender ankles was the pale pink skin that had just healed, and the blood stains left on the road reminded Jian Shou of the pain at that time.

Ah, and that broken rib, so close to the heart.

The sycamore tree outside the hall was just reborn, and after the rain washed away, the young leaves on the branches became more and more green.

Jian Shou, who was standing outside the gate of the main hall, looked back, but unfortunately it was too dark, he couldn't see anything.

Then he stepped into the hall alone, the door closed, and there was a sound of locking behind him.

Jian Shou closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the wandering and bewilderment was gone, all the signs of indifference.

The iron chains beside the bed were picked up, and the sheets and quilts were replaced with a new set. Even spices were lit in the incense burner, and cigarette smoke rose.

Jian Shou's fingertips pinched in the void, his nose lightly moved and he frowned, it turned out to be an aphrodisiac.

Use the water in the vase to extinguish them, and Jian Shou opens the windows one by one to ventilate.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..." The wind blew in, and the windows that had just been opened were closed again.

Someone quietly appeared behind Jian Shou and grabbed him into his arms!

The cold touch froze Jian Shou almost instantly, and this tingling sensation made him understand who came: "Tu Cang!"

With his pale cheek pressed against Jian Shou's ear, Tu Cang raised the corner of his lips and let out a breath of cold air: "The beauty guessed it right."

Tu Cang must have done it on purpose, Jian Shou was so cold that his blood almost stopped.

But he thought highly of him, Wan Tujue had already bound his inner strength, and Tu Cang didn't need to use spells to threaten him at all.

Tu Cang felt him trembling, and hugged him even tighter: "Beauty's night is short, let's go to bed."

Jian Shou's eyebrows were sharp, he gritted his teeth and said, "Tu Cang! Let me go!"

Tu Cang shook his head and said "tsk tsk" twice: "Is there any reason to let go of the duck you got? If I didn't want the beauty of a first-class beauty, I wouldn't have taken up the drudgery of Wan Tengjue, and how much I have lost. .”

Although I guessed it a long time ago, I still couldn't wait calmly when I heard it with my own ears.

Jian Shou's eye sockets turned red, and when he inhaled, his chest hurt extremely, like dense needles pricking him or hitting him hard with a hammer.

He struggled frantically with his last strength, his nails drew bright red marks on the arms around his waist.

This little pain and itching was not enough to make Tu Cang angry, but it made him impatient.

Picking up Jian Shou and throwing him on the bed, he bullied himself on top of him!

Jian Shou was thrown so dizzy, his hands were just about to be raised when Tu Cang held them and pressed them on top of his head.

Involved in the rib injury, Jian Shou bit his lower lip and grunted in pain.

Although Tu Cang was still smiling, his eyes were full of impatience and restrained impulse.

"Be good, beauty, don't provoke me, or I won't be able to keep your promise and save your life."

Jian Shou glared at Tu Cang angrily. There seemed to be mist in the beautiful eyes, but it was hard to hide the youthfulness in them. Is this the case of the starry sky?So prosperous.

Tu Cang's breathing slowed down a little, and his fingertips touched the eyelash feathers on his eyelids, and they were numb and very soft.

"roll."

When Jian Shou said this word earnestly, Tu Cang found that there was a coldness in those beautiful eyes, he hated him, resented him, hated him.

Maybe not all of them were aimed at him, but it was these that completely angered Tu Cang!

He stopped teasing and teasing, but tore off Jian Shou's clothes with a calm face.

Blue cloth, fine fur, and finely embroidered feather tails were scattered in the air.

A beautiful body is gradually presented in front of the eyes, and the palms with well-defined joints invade every inch of skin, and what is evolving is being lost.

Tu Cang squeezed into Jian Shou's legs, without any comfort or development, he rushed straight in, the narrow and tight acupoints were instantly torn, and blood gushed out!

If Jian Shou was not in despair no matter how much suffering he suffered, at this moment he was extremely desperate.

His eyes were so moist, finally a drop of hot tears slipped over his temples, look, he was crying.

Tu Cang's tongue licked the corners of his eyes, well, it tasted bitter, but it was more attractive than sweet.

The place where the two joined was a little bigger, Jian Shou bit his lip in pain, and couldn't bear himself to make a sound.

Someone galloped on his body, his body was pierced through, and he was nailed to the bed. His sharp teeth bit his collarbone, and his chest was stained red by the winding blood.

He was swaying on the bed, he was withering on the bed, something was broken into pieces.

A gust of evening wind blew by the window, and the corners of the paper on the table fluttered lightly. Wan Tujue's pen-holding hand paused, and his other hand smoothed the page.

Pursing the corners of his lips, the tip of the pen dropped again, and the color blurred on the white rice paper.

The first is the shape of the eyebrows. Wan Teng, who was thinking carefully, seemed to have returned to the scene of carefully drawing Ajian's face with his fingers that day.

Down below is a pair of eyes, maybe full of charm or pure and clear, Wan Tujue thought about it but only knew that the ends of the eyes were slightly raised, so he only drew an outline.

Between the eyes is the upturned bridge of the nose, the tip of the nose was sweating at the time, and it felt moist, and further down were the lips dyed and drawn with the tip of a pink pen.

Wan Tengjue's index finger moved, and the original touch came to mind. The rhombus-shaped lips were thin but very soft, and the corners of the mouth curved up even when they were not smiling.

Thinking of this, Wan Tujue raised the corners of his lips. He himself didn't know how tender his eyes were at this time, with deep affection and no regrets.

With a cute and thin jawline, small and round earlobes, and three thousand hairs in black and soft, except for a pair of eyes, Ah Jian's head is basically outlined by Wan Tujue.

Wan Tengjue watched carefully, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was flattened little by little, and the beating in his chest became faster and faster, almost deafening.

The people on the screen are full of people with greasy faces, young peaches and young plums, and they look like a country and a city.

He should have been happy, but now he became at a loss and even scared. Why is he so similar to Jian Shou?

If you replace the unpainted eyes with those stunning star pupils...

Wan Teng never dared to think about it anymore, and tore up the rice paper like crazy, but he felt sad seeing it broken, and his fingers holding the fragments trembled into a sieve.

The blowing night wind made the windows slap, and Wan Tujue's eyes looking at the night sky completely changed color, and he was on the verge of an explosion.

"In this world, you are the one who is least qualified to treat him like this!"

Wan Tujue rushed out in a daze!

Tu Cang licked Jian Shou's cheek again, looked at his closed eyes, and chuckled lightly: "You know, I have always had poor eyesight, so whether I can remember other people's appearance is not so important."

"At the beginning, I thought you looked like Chonghua from Taiming Peak, but after smelling it carefully, um, you looked like another person, especially the smell of blood."

He said cunningly: "The person who couldn't see his face in the forest that day was you, right? Or maybe it was your incarnation."

Jian Shou didn't speak, and he couldn't speak, he only knew that he was bound to die.

This body is the host body of the Red Luan blood gu, and he has suppressed it for so many years, now that he breaks the precept, he knows what will happen.

It's a pity that Tu Cang didn't know his physique, and he couldn't benefit from it without the help of exercises. The biggest possibility is that both sides will suffer!

Jian Shou suddenly opened his eyes, like a cuckoo, crying blood: "Tu Cang, you should die!"

Tu Cang frowned and before he had time to react, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood because of the great grief of the demon pill in his belly!

Feeling the warm blood on his face, Jian Shou laughed wildly, as if mocking Tu Cang for what he deserved.

Tu Cang retreated from the bed in disbelief, the demon core rolled and burned inside, panic swept Tu Cang, his complexion became even paler.

In the end, he cast a sinister glance at Jian Shou who was lying limp on the bed, and Tu Cang suddenly disappeared from the spot in a puff of green smoke!

It wasn't until Tu Cang disappeared that Jian Shou finally breathed a sigh of relief, he stopped laughing and didn't move, he lay exhausted on the bed, with a wry smile on his lips.

Wan Tengjue broke into the door but stopped, Jian Shou's miserable state was nakedly presented before his eyes.

Her waist and upper legs were covered with bruises, her legs were convulsed and she couldn't even close them together, and the sheets under her body were completely stained red with blood.

The arm was raised above the head, the wrist was bruised and showed signs of fracture, and the originally delicate collarbone was bloody.

His blood-stained face was gray, and there was no look in his eyes.

"Ah... Jane Shou."

The voice was almost forced from the depths of his heart, but Jian Shou didn't respond.

The subtle sound of "Kacha, Kacha..." was especially obvious in the room, and dense fine lines appeared on the pendant on Wan Tujue's chest.

Jian Shou also started to cough up blood at this time, the blood in his throat was blocked and his face turned purple.

As if struck by lightning, Wan Tujue ran to Jian Shou's side in disorder and hugged him into his arms, wiping the blood gushing out of his mouth with trembling hands.

But out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the fiery red lines on the back of Jian Shou's neck, why did he only see it now?Why did it take so long to see it?

He didn't know what this pattern represented, he only knew that there was an identical pattern on the back of Ajian's neck, and Wan Tujue almost collapsed.

He called him one by one: "Ah Jian, Ah Jian... Ah Jian."

He hugged him and kept feeding him his cultivation. A steady stream of real energy flowed into Jian Shou's body, like flowing into a bottomless pit. Even if he became weak, Jian Shou would not improve at all.

Unable to bear it anymore, Yun appeared from the room, knelt on the ground, and told Wan Tujue where Jian Shou retreated.

More than once he accompanied Kushou outside the stone gate, and more than once he witnessed the miracle of Jian Shou who was on the verge of death and stabilized when he came out again.

Wan Tengjue seemed to see hope, took off his clothes and wrapped Jian Shou, hurriedly picked him up and walked ahead, anxiously said: "Lead the way, hurry up!"

The scarlet pool water, the strange plants, and the weaving vines seemed to come alive when they smelled the bloody smell in the air, writhing in the water.

Wan Tengjue understood immediately after seeing it, that the weaving vine is something from the demon world, and it lives on blood.

If a living person wants to use it, he must use blood as a sacrifice. Ordinary people will die in this pool if they can't bear its demand, but Jian Shouben has lost too much blood...

The person in his arms closed his eyes due to the pain. The transformation from enemy to lover caught Wan Qijue by surprise, and he had no time to think clearly why Ah Jian was Jian Shou.

I can't figure out whether I hate Jian Shou more or love more. At this moment, Wan Tujue only knows that he can't let Jian Shou die in his arms, and he must not lose him.

So he retreated, and when the stone door closed, the clothes of the two fell to the ground. Wan Tujue stepped into the pool with Jian Shou in his arms. The two hugged each other like conjoined babies, and the pool overflowed. Body, vines climbed up the skin.

Thousands of hair-thin blue threads penetrated into Wan Tujue's body, and he broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain, but they didn't stop but continued to search for his blood, and his skin swelled and wriggled strangely.

Wan Tengjue gritted his teeth forbearance, quietly looked at Jian Shou's eyebrows beside him, slender sword eyebrows, straight nose bridge, diamond-shaped thin lips, full of morbidity but hard to conceal the beauty...

Wan Tujue held the pendant in one hand and put Jian Shou in the other. He wondered if Ah Jian had suffered such pain before?

The rapid loss of blood made Wan Tengjue exhausted, and finally closed his eyes unwillingly, and what was deeply locked in his mind was Jian Shou's appearance at this time.

The purple pentagonal flowers slowly bloomed on Jian Shou's body, as if weaving a natural and alluring rattan garment for him. Streams of heat poured into Jian Shou's limbs and bones, but he could never get close to the incomplete demon in his dantian. infant.

Illusions are destined to be illusions, Jian Shou who is hanging by his life is like a dead tree on the edge of a cliff.

The roots are rotten, and if the wind blows, they will eventually fall.

The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the breath is like gossamer. Wan Tujue will soon fall into a dream.

He stretched out his hand to push away the misty fog and thin smoke in front of him, and there was a man in blue sitting on the duckweed in the center of the pool, his back was facing him, only his thin jaw and small earlobes were exposed.

"Ah Jane..."

When he called him, he was cautious and tender, and couldn't hide his surprise at finding him.

The man in Tsing Yi turned his head when he heard it. It was still the same gorgeous face, but tears were streaming down his face, and the original starry eyes became empty and tasteless.

Helplessness, despair, resentment... It was like a sharp sword piercing Wan Tujue's heart.

He ran to him, and he wanted to explain.

The duckweed on the water surface suddenly shattered, and Jian Shou fell into the pool in front of Wan Tengjue's eyes, and was instantly swallowed up!

"No!"

It was like the last cry of a beast, and then pain and despair swept over him, and he fell into endless darkness.

The author has something to say: If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and it will hurt lovesickness.The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, the breath is like gossamer, there is a lingering fragrance in the sky, what can I hope for a thousand gold wanderers.When does the syndrome come?When the lamp is half dim, when the moon is half bright.

——Xu Zaisi "Order of Folding Laurels? Spring Love"