How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

No……

Wan Tujue in the dream fell into the water with Jian Shou, but in reality he opened his eyes due to suffocation.

Then he laughed and cried, he laughed because A Jian who was close at hand finally woke up, he cried because A Jian's hand was pinching his neck, his A Jian hated him to death.

Jian Shou's five fingers tightened inch by inch but there was nothing he could do about it. The tingling pain from his wrist made him unable to kill him at all.

Wan Tujue's appearance of crying and laughing was really ugly, hot tears dripped on the back of his hand, like an arrow feather piercing the palm of his hand.

Jian Shou closed his eyes and retracted his hands, curled up without any sense of security.

Wan Tengjue's complexion was pale with a hint of ashes, blood leaked from the cracks in his dry lips, he looked a little weaker than Jian Shou.

When the countless vines were pulled out of the flesh and blood, it was as if he was being executed in a hurry. Every inch of his body could be clearly felt, and this body became riddled with holes.

Wan Tengjue's veins burst from the pain, his eyes were blurred by cold sweat, but his eyes were fixed on Jian Shou's face all the time, how did his Ah Jian endure it?Just thinking about it like this makes me feel like dying.

He picked him up from the water, and the scars all over Jian Shou's body were exposed again, always reminding Wan Tengjue of the crimes he committed.

Sometimes the indirect murderer is more sinful than the murderer. Wan Tu hated himself so much that he almost gritted his teeth.

Walking out of the stone room, he walked with difficulty, but still held Jian Shou firmly.

It's like a boulder on the edge of a cliff is desperately holding back, and a crumbling dead tree is in the crack.

When he returned to the main hall, everything looked brand new again, as if nothing had happened, but the imprint was like a shackle, which would lock Wan Qijue for the rest of his life and make him remember his sin for the rest of his life.

After assessing the situation, Xinglin Hanlao had already been brought by the bedside.

Wan Tengjue carefully placed Jian Shou who had fallen asleep again on the bed, and said in a deep voice, "Old Han, please."

Han Lao said "yes" neither humble nor overbearing, and sat on the pineapple wooden chair beside the bed to check Jian Shou's pulse, first said: "The wrist is broken, but not broken."

Gathering a burst of true energy at the fingertips, they kept kneading on Jian Shou's wrist until it returned to its original shape.

Wan Tengjue put his fist under his nose, his brain was dizzy due to excessive blood loss, and even the breath he exhaled was cold.

But his eyes never left Jian Shou who was lying on the bed, the longer he watched Mr. Han feel his pulse, the deeper his frown became, he was panicking.

Old Han's penetrating consciousness has never been able to get close to Jian Shou's dantian, as if he himself has built a wall around the periphery, blocking others and himself.

Originally, he came back disappointed, but accidentally stimulated the Hongluan blood gu hidden deep in Jian Shou's body.

Almost as soon as it moved, Old Han noticed it, and his expression changed drastically.

Wan Tujue clenched his hand into a fist, his knuckles turned white, and asked urgently, "What's wrong?"

Old Han tried his best to calm down the Hongluan blood gu. When he retracted his fingers, his gray temples were already soaked with fine sweat. He looked at Wan Tujue seriously: "I don't know if Your Highness knows about the Hongluan blood gu?"

Wan Tengjue was thrown into the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain when he was young, and before he had time to study these poison secrets, he shook his head and said, "I don't know much about it."

Old Han explained: "The Red Luan Blood Gu is a secret Gu belonging to the Wusi Pavilion, but it was completely destroyed by the previous Pavilion Master many years ago."

Wan Tengjue was only concerned: "What exactly is the Red Luan Blood Gu?"

Old Han continued: "The red luan blood Gu can only be planted on the body of the cauldron furnace with a very high grade, and the infected person will become a slave to lust due to the activity of the Gu insect every fifteenth day... …undying and endless.”

With a bad premonition in his heart, Wan Tujue opened his mouth: "Then...what does it have to do with Jian Shou?"

Elder Han raised Jian Shou's nape, and showed the meandering "flame" to Wan Tujue: "This is the pattern after being infected by the Gu. If you guess correctly, the owner of the pavilion is the Nine Yin Cold Vein."

Nine Yin cold veins!Wan Teng never knew that the Red Luan Blood Gu knew this special physique, the top-grade cauldron, and was born to be a tool for others. Once he had intercourse with others, his cultivation base would be greatly reduced, and he would either die or be injured!

Wan Tengjue's legs were weak, and he hardly dared to look at Jian Shou's pale face.

It was he who saw Ah Jian's embarrassment and pain because of the Gu, and then he looked down on him, laughed at him, and cursed him...

The fingertips clasped the palm of the hand firmly, the nails pierced the flesh and cracked and flipped up, blood flowed out along the palm lines, he even let someone rape A Jian, it was simply unforgivable!

Sensing that Wan Tujue's condition is not good, Mr. Han wanted to go over to take a look for him, but he refused in his hoarse voice: "I don't care, Mr. Han can save you...Jian Shou."

Han Lao's eyes were a bit complicated. He thought that Wan Qijue didn't really want to save Jian Shou. After all, after the demon cultivator incident, Wan Qijue could quickly secure the position of acting pavilion master. means.

But looking at the embarrassed man now, Mr. Han even felt that Jian Shou's appearance like this was not Wan Tengjue's original intention.

He took out many bottles and cans from the storage bag, all of which were the top-grade pills and plasters he had refined, and Mr. Han explained the uses one by one for Wan Tujue.

In the end, he sighed: "The pavilion master's devil baby is rejecting me, the situation is not very optimistic, and these medicines can heal trauma, at most it will delay the pavilion master for a little longer..."

Devil baby, devil baby, devil baby... These two words kept echoing in Wan Tujue's mind, and he didn't seem to think of anything until Han Lao left.

He reached out and held the amber pendant full of fine lines in front of him. The pendant was not as beautiful and bright as before, but now it became dull and scarred, just like his Ah Jian.

The more Wan Tengjue thought about the depths, the more frightened he became. He kissed the pendant again, and his eyes fell on Jian Shou's body. His eyes were full of confusion and blackness that was so thick that it was about to overflow.

His voice was as cold as ice: "Yu, send someone to bring Ku back."

Standing aside like a transparent person, Yun suddenly raised his head and became panicked: "My lord, I have already kicked you out of the pavilion..."

Wan Tengjue tried his best to suppress his violence, but his low voice still made Yun shudder, and he said, "So, I ask you to catch him back! Get out of here!"

The last sound was almost a roar, Yun was startled and quickly answered "Yes", bent over and backed out.

Now that there were only the two of them left in the room, Wan Tujue forced himself to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and then walked over to pick up the plaster and applied it to Jane Shou.

The fingertips could remain steady at the beginning, but finally trembled uncontrollably between Jian Shou's legs.

The congested tender meat turned outwards, and even the cracks between the redness and swelling were clearly visible.

The movements were slowed down, and the torture was also slowed down. It seemed that only by seeing it with his own eyes could he imagine the pain A Jian suffered at that time. He hated Tu Cang but hated himself even more.

Jian Shou's chest was still wounded, a broken rib pointed at the heart, Wan Tujue held a pill in his mouth, and pressed his forehead against his forehead, his eyes were filled with mist.

Only then did he realize that it was his handwriting again. When he slapped Jian Shou's chest with his palm, he didn't retain half of his strength. It was ridiculous that his self-righteous protection seriously injured the person he wanted to protect.

When the lips and teeth touched, the pill slipped into Jian Shou's mouth. Only then did he realize how A Jian was feeding him the medicine, but at that time he said it was disgusting.

Tears dripped to the corner of Jian Shou's eyes and then fell down instantly, Ah Jian, I'm sorry.

Wan Tujue lay down on his side, held Jian Shou's hand tightly and dared not close his eyes, he was afraid that A Jian would leave him when he woke up, and he would go crazy.

Facts proved that Jian Shou saw the sun tomorrow, and the sunlight stayed on his face through the purple gauze curtain, and there was a steady stream of warmth from the palm of his hand. It was obvious that someone was feeding him with true energy.

The two were very close, and as soon as Jian Shou opened his eyes, he saw Wan Tujue, who was looking at him. He still had sharp Danfeng eyes, and even the ends of his eyes were full of coldness. He could actually see his own shadow in them.

Wan Tengjue's slightly swollen eyes seemed to have just cried, they were full of complex meanings, Jian Shou didn't understand and didn't want to understand.

"Stay away from me," he said.

Wan Tengjue let out an "ah", let go of Jian Shou's hand in a panic, quickly got up from the bed, and almost fell when he got on the bed.

Then he ran away, Ah Jian looked at him as if he was looking at a dead thing, no, it was a rotten thing, extremely disgusting and indifferent.

Wan Tengjue staggered, and at this moment he finally understood that after some things were broken by him, there was no hope of recovering them.

Jian Shou lay on the bed, staring blankly at the beam of the bed, and pressed his palm on his heart. The broken ribs grew together again, and the decayed heart was still struggling and beating slowly.

The dying person was held breathless by the panacea, and the process of going to death was slowed down again, which made Jian Shou feel uncomfortable. He wondered if Wan Tengjue had another way to torture him?

Heck, it's really disgusting...

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In a damp dungeon, where the sun cannot be seen, there are occasional "tick-tick-tick" sounds of water and faint gasps.

Meteor's hands and feet were tightly locked on the wall, unable to move, her hair was messily hanging down to her eyes, covering her thin cheeks.

During the few days when he was kicked out of the Wusi Pavilion, Ku had been wandering in the barren hills outside the pavilion. He was seriously injured by Wan Tengjue, and even almost died at the mouth of wild beasts.

The gold-rimmed black boots stepped on the water-logged recess, splashed water, gasped twice and raised his head with difficulty.

Wan Tujue stood in front of him, exuding a gloomy aura, staring at him closely with a pair of eyes like wild wolves.

Struggling twice with his dry arms, Chao Wantunjue spat out a mouthful of blood, and cursed bitterly: "A wolf-hearted beast!"

Dirty things stained the clothes, and all the curses were heard in his heart. Wan Qijue raised his jaw slightly, seemingly casually: "The winner is king and the loser is Kou, but it is something that can't afford to lose."

With eyes wide open, he gritted his teeth: "If it wasn't for the master... how could you possibly win!"

Wan Tengjue's eyes flickered for a moment, suppressing his accelerated heartbeat: "But it turns out that I did win, and you and Jian Shou, one has become a prisoner, and the other is lying on the bed half dead."

Dry roared in pain, and asked loudly: "What happened to the Lord? What did you do to him again!"

Wan Tengjue's mouth was bitter, and he rolled his Adam's apple: "I have done everything that should be done, and I also know the secret of the red luan blood gu on him."

Dry couldn't believe it, the muscles all over his body tensed up and struggled violently, and shouted repeatedly: "You will kill him, you will kill him... I will kill you if I want to!"

Jian Shou's bloodless face and scars all over his mind appeared in Wan Tengjue's mind again. The veins on his forehead burst out, and he punched Dry's stomach!

"Why do you say that I will kill him? How could he just die like this!"

As if hallucinating, there were two voices in his heart arguing all the time, which made him have a splitting headache.

"It was you who killed him, and it's all your fault!"

"No, he won't die, he won't die!"

His spleen was shattered, and the spit out blood was covered with froth, and his wrists and ankles became bloody due to the constant struggle. Wan Tujue's words made him dizzy with anger.

His eyes were fixed on the rope around Wan Tengjue's neck, resentful but unwilling: "Why? Just because the pendant on your body is the devil baby cut off by the Lord! Cough..."

"Just because all the internal injuries you have suffered for so many years have been transferred to the Lord!"

"Just because the Lord knew that you would instigate rebellion but didn't do anything! You should really go to hell!"

After getting the answer he wanted, Wan Tengjue turned around and left, regardless of the endless abuse behind him, because he also felt that he should go to hell.

Turning a corner, Wan Tujue's eyes suddenly went dark, and he immediately supported the wall beside him.

When all the conjectures are confirmed one by one, there will be a sense of despair.

But all the pain inflicted on Jian Shou will not become lighter because of Wan Tujue's comprehension and repentance.

The cracks on the amber pendant deepened every day, and he even suspected that Ah Jian was also shattering every day.

Until one day, he disappeared.

The author has something to say: No matter how regretful Slag Gong is, he will not be whitewashed. I hope the babies can calm down after reading it~⊙w⊙