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The light in Bai Li's eyes disappeared, the sacrificial spell was interrupted, the thick clouds faded, and the moon cleared the sky.

Bai Zhun stared at the corpses of Bai Li and Skull tightly hugging each other, holding the bamboo sticks tightly in his hands. When the cold wind blew in the wilderness, he came back to his senses and said, "Burn it."

The voice sounded like sand, Huo Zhenye held on to the handle of his wheelchair, his arms and chest were hurt, but he was still able to support it, Bai Zhun refused to let him help, and lit the spirit-calling banner with his own hands.

He also took out a bag of cinnabar from his sleeve, and added paper bamboo to the fire, and the flames suddenly shot up into the sky.

The paper figurines and figurines in the deserted house came out of the house one by one.

In the dark night, it was like a special funeral procession. They walked to the fire, jumped in one by one, and buried their masters.

Bai Zhun watched from not far away, and when the paper bamboo was burnt out and even the embers were extinguished, he stepped forward, bent down and picked up a handful of ashes, and put them into a porcelain vase.

Huo Zhenye followed behind him, and he still wanted to force himself to drive, but Bai Zhun said, "Lie back."

"You can drive?" Huo Zhenye was a little surprised. When Bai Zhun glanced over, he realized that he had said something stupid. Bai Zhun's legs are not good, so how could he be able to drive.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Bai Zhun took out paper from his sleeve and cut out four paper figurines in the shape of Hercules. The paper figurines landed on the four tires and drove towards the city at high speed pushing the wheels.

Huo Zhenye was already exhausted to the limit, the wound on his chest was bleeding when he moved, he covered his chest with Bai Zhun's handkerchief, leaned against the car seat and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he was already lying on the bed, and Bai Zhun was sitting beside him, unbuttoning the clothes on his chest.

Huo Zhenye's eyes widened suddenly, he didn't raise his hand halfway, he felt hypocritical if he wanted to cover it, but he was a little embarrassed if he didn't cover it, and stared at Bai Zhun: "You...what are you going to do?"

Bai Zhun frowned: "What are you blocking? It's not like I haven't seen it."

In Changsantangzi, I have indeed seen it.

After Bai Zhun finished speaking, he pushed Huo Zhenye's hand away: "Be honest." He was holding a long bamboo needle in his hand, and he was picking bamboo shavings from Huo Zhenye's wound.

Huo Zhenye used the method of one force to defeat the two paper figurines of the golden boy and the jade girl. If you bite hard, then he will risk his life without fear of pain.

At that time, he was only looking for Bai Zhun, but now he felt pain in picking bamboo thorns.

In Changsantangzi, he turned his back to Bai Zhun and didn't look at him, so he didn't feel much.

Now that the wound was on his chest, Bai Zhun was so close again, his hand was attached to his body, he used a bamboo needle to gently pick out the bamboo thorn stuck in the flesh, when he touched it, the muscles in Huo Zhenye's chest jumped.

Bai Zhun's long eyelashes drooped, his lips were pale, and he stared intently at Huo Zhenye's wound.

Huo Zhenye licked the corners of his lips and stared at the beam, but he couldn't help but want to peek at Bai Zhun, and when he glanced at him, Bai Zhun caught him straight.

"It hurts?"

"No."

Bai Zhun soaked the white cloth in the basin, wrung it dry, and wiped Huo Zhenye's wound, then sprinkled the medicine powder on him, and wrapped the gauze around the wound on his chest.

With every movement, Huo Zhenye took a slight breath, and every time he took a breath, Bai Zhun's movements became lighter involuntarily, and his fingertips caressed Huo Zhenye's chest like a touch of water.

He took a deep breath, held his breath, waited for Bai Zhun to tidy up, quickly got into the quilt, only his face was exposed, his forehead and ears were hot red.

Bai Zhun raised his hand to press his forehead: "Do you have a fever?"

Huo Zhenye was held down by his palm, and it was as if he had been cast with a binding spell for an instant. Except for one place where he could move, no other place on his body could move.

He breathed out lightly and bent his knees: "No, I'm just tired."

"Then go to sleep." Bai Zhun turned around to leave, but the bamboo wheelchair stopped before it rolled out, and he turned around and said, "I owe you once."

Huo Zhenye didn't hear it, he was lifting a corner of the quilt to look in, when Bai Zhun turned around and pressed the quilt in fright, "Why, what's wrong?"

"You hurt your leg too? Let me take a look."

Huo Zhenye quickly turned around, wrapped himself in the quilt and faced the wall: "It's okay, I'm not injured."

Not only was he uninjured, but he was also very healthy and strong.

The sound of the wheelchair rolled away, Huo Zhenye was still curled up under the quilt in the original position, his arms and chest were painful, but he didn't care about the pain at all.

It turned out that this was what he had in mind for Bai Zhun.

Huo Zhenye has long been used to talking. Others see him as a playboy who is used to being a prostitute. His classmates have never met foreign prostitutes and Chinese girls.

So those classmates rumored that he likes girls from good families and virgins. No one would believe that he really never touched a woman.

Even Huo Zhenye himself always thought that he liked women. He once liked, when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he vaguely liked the big girl who took care of his daily life.

That girl was a few years older than him, and Mrs. Huo asked him if he wanted to stay and be a roommate in the future.

The 14-year-old Huo Zhenye shook his head and refused. He knew what life the people in the house left by the Huo family lived. Those who were lucky enough to give birth to a child were concubines, but those who were unlucky would be old girls all their lives.

When that girl got married, he gave a sum of money back.

Since then, I have never liked anyone again.

No matter how handsome Bai Zhun looks, he is still a man. He is delicate and frail, but even sitting in a wheelchair, he will never be weak!

Does he really like men?Or do you only like Bai Zhun?

Bai Zhun placed the porcelain vase next to the master's spiritual tablet, and carved the words "Bai Li and his wife's spiritual tablet" on the wooden plaque one by one with a bamboo knife.

As soon as he put away the knife, he wanted to burn a stick of incense for his brother and his wife, when he heard the sound of "dong dong dong" outside, he turned around and saw that Huo Zhenye was lying on the wooden bed, smashing his head against the wall.

The thud thud sound was made by him.

All the paper figurines in the room turned their heads to look at Huo Zhenye, the little oriole landed on the beam to look at him, its round eyes widened, wondering what Huo Zhenye was going crazy.

"It hurts so much?"

Huo Zhenye was bumping into each other, with a hand on his shoulder, his whole body went limp, and he lay back under the quilt, looking at Bai Zhun weakly and innocently: "It hurts a little."

Bai Zhun frowned. Although the wound was tight, it shouldn't hurt so much. Could it be that the bamboo was soaked in something?

"I'll take a look."

Bai Zhun reached out to unbutton Huo Zhenye's shirt, but Huo Zhenye grasped it, and then quickly let go: "No, no."

"Then go to the Western Hospital?"

Huo Zhenye jumped up: "Yes, yes, I'll go to the Western Hospital."

He always felt that if he stayed like this any longer, Bai Zhun would see through his thoughts.

It's okay to joke around, no matter how much you talk, but if you really think about it, he can't make a joke, and puts on his coat very seriously: "Then I'm going to the hospital."

He didn't even bother to ask what he wanted for dinner, and hurriedly closed the door and left.

Bai Zhun frowned and looked at the door, always feeling that there was something wrong with him, so he turned sideways and said to Xiao Huangque: "Follow."

The little squirrel flapped its wings and flew out of the courtyard, caught up with Huo Zhenye, landed on his shoulder, and pecked him with its beak.

Huo Zhenye was absent-minded, he drove around, went to Sacred Heart Hospital, and found Xu Yanwen.

Seeing the wound, Xu Yanwen asked, "What bit you? An animal?" No one has such sharp teeth, but if it is an animal, the bite is not right.

"Don't worry about it, you'll get rid of the inflammation." Huo Zhenye sat on the chair dully, stared at Xu Yanwen and began to think wildly, Xu Yanwen was also that delicate type, when he was in a British university, he was even watched by others.

Xu Yanwen was a scholar, although he resisted, but the other party was strong and kept pestering him, even Huo Zhenye met him once.

He was lying on the grass behind the tree, heard the noise in front of him, sat up and saw three or four people blocked Xu Yanwen's way, speaking frivolously, and wanted him to be some kind of playmate.

Although Huo Qishao didn't touch this, but he understood it as soon as he heard it. He lazily came out from behind the tree and said to the three people: "This is my companion."

The three people glanced at Huo Zhenye. Although he was Chinese, he was tall and muscular, and standing there was full of intimidation.

The three of them exchanged glances, gathered around and wanted to beat him up, three hit one, and Huo Zhenye beat him to the ground, never daring to pester Xu Yanwen again.

But besides being grateful, Xu Yanwen still walked around him.

Huo Zhenye didn't take it to heart at all. At this moment, he suddenly remembered and asked him: "Did you walk around me at that time, because you felt that I liked you, so you felt ashamed?"

The little squirrel straightened its head.

He spoke directly, Xu Yanwen had known for a long time, he was wearing a white coat, and he didn't look as weak and unruly as when he was studying.

He was prescribing Huo Zhenye's medicine when he suddenly heard him ask, put down his pen, turned around and said, "Brother Huo helped me, I am very grateful, but I hope to be respected on my own, not because of someone's subordinate, that's not Respect me, respect you."

Xu Yanwen talked about it from left to right, and there were indeed rumors at that time that Huo Zhenye was actually a man and woman, and his reputation among foreign students was also very bad.

Huo Zhenye was full of melancholy, what if Bai Zhun felt disgusted and ashamed to be liked by a man?

"Are you free? Let's have lunch together?"

Xu Yanwen was a little surprised, but he nodded and agreed: "Okay, wait for my lunch break." He probably guessed what troubles Huo Zhenye had, but no one could talk to him except his old classmate.

The little oriole has been standing on its feet since just now. Although it is small, it is very domineering. When it heard that Huo Zhenye wanted to invite Xu Yanwen to dinner at night, it took two steps, flapped its wings, flew out of the window, and flew home.

Bai Zhun closed his eyes, looked back into the room, and snorted, it turned out that he was on a date, fortunately he was still worried about his wound.

As soon as he snorted, Axiu poked her head into the room.

Bai Zhun glanced at her: "Today we will eat vegetarian porridge."

Axiu blinked, since Huo Zhenye lived in the small building, he was responsible for eating and drinking, Axiu hadn't bought food for Bai Zhun for a long time, and she spent the rest of her time playing games with Xiaoyan.

Hearing Bai Zhun's order, he picked up the oil-paper umbrella and went out to buy vegetarian porridge.

Bai Zhun picked up the bamboo knife, cut out strips of bamboo, pasted red paper on the bamboo threads, and tied up the wedding shed. The senior brother didn't marry the girl, and he didn't even know the woman's name.

But at least the wish of senior brother can be fulfilled.

Then do a ritual ceremony for those dead souls who don't know their names and voluntarily sacrifice.

There are so many things to do, but he cut it crookedly, and he just felt impetuous. Why should he be a master and a junior apprentice to eat with others?

Huo Zhenye was sitting in the coffee shop, thinking of Bai Zhun for everything he saw. This cream cake was coffee-flavored, bitter and sweet, maybe Bai Zhun would love to eat it.

As soon as Xu Yanwen entered the coffee shop, he saw Huo Zhenye grinning. He smiled gently and sat opposite Huo Zhenye: "Brother Huo, are you worried about love?"

"how do you know?"

Xu Yanwen smiled: "I don't know, but Brother Huo has always played games with his life, so he must be serious about being so troubled."

Huo Zhenye remained silent, if he could be with Bai Zhun, then of course he was serious.

The key is what does Bai Zhun think?Treat him like a dog skin plaster?Be friends?Apprenticeship?

"Have you ever pursued anyone?" Huo Zhenye decided not to be ashamed to ask.

"No." Unexpectedly, Xu Yanwen was all talking on paper, but he thought for a while and said, "Send flowers? Chocolate? Follow her heart and do what she likes?"

Flowers, I have sent them; chocolates, which he likes very much; follow his heart, and there is almost no time when he does not go his way; doing what he likes, he is learning to make paper bundles.

Sunlight poured in through the glass windows of the coffee shop, casting black and white shadows on the table, Huo Zhenye suddenly smiled, and drank the bitter coffee in one gulp.

It turned out that when he was unconscious, he was already pursuing Bai Zhun.

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