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"Knife." Bai Zhun raised his hand, with three fingers flat and two curled.

Hearing this, Huo Zhenye took out a narrow, flat and pointed knife from the box and handed it to him, with the edge facing himself and the handle resting in Bai Zhun's palm.

He took it to scrape the bamboo strips, and poked the tip of the knife to split the bamboo strands.

Huo Zhenye looked at Bai Zhun silently as if nothing had happened. The more he observed, the more he felt that this "Bai Zhun" was too much like Bai Zhun, his tone of voice, movements and gestures were all exactly the same.

Is his inference wrong?

Bai Zhun cut out bamboo strips of different lengths and thicknesses, as if these bamboo strips already had a place in his heart, and the purpose of each bamboo strip was clear, no more, no less.

When the incense burned to the end, Bai Zhun stopped, left the inner room in a wheelchair, and went back to the bedroom.

Huo Zhenye hesitated for a moment, Bai Zhun rolled to the bedroom door in his wheelchair, took advantage of the moment he turned to enter, and glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

Huo Zhenye shuddered, did this mean to let him into the house?

It's not like Bai Zhun's style to hint so clearly.

Huo Zhenye hesitated in his heart, without showing his face, he stepped up to keep up, and decided to try more while walking.

He leaned against the door, stretched his long legs, reached out and tore off his tie, hung it on the doorknob, and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

From the chest to the lower abdomen, stopping on the lower abdomen, the strong waist and abdomen lines are looming.

Bai Zhun was sitting on the bamboo wheelchair, holding the armrests with both hands, raised his chin slightly, squinted at Huo Zhenye, what the hell is this man doing?

Huo Zhenye shook his head, loosened the buckle of his belt, took two steps forward, and put his hands on the back of Bai Zhun's wheelchair.

Clasp Bai Zhun's chin with his thumb and index finger, leaning over to kiss him.

Bai Zhun's long eyelashes drew back, but he didn't back away. He knew it was a temptation. The man seemed to move swiftly, but he was very careful when he kissed, he didn't even dare to stick out his tongue.

Bai Zhun laughed lowly, this dude actually thought of such an obscene method.

This is the simplest and most direct method. Only they know how close the two are. No matter how Hongyang can create dreams, the fake ones are naturally clumsy.

Huo Zhenye didn't dare to poke his tongue out, he even tentatively dawdled, when he heard Bai Zhun chuckle, he looked up at him, and saw that his eyes were full of interest.

Bai Zhun stopped smiling, and reached out to tap on Huo Zhenye's neck, his eyes dimmed, his lips parted slightly, waiting for him to curry favor with him.

Huo Zhenye took a deep breath, he hugged Bai Zhun whole, kicked the bamboo wheelchair away, the wheels rolled towards the wall, lifted the quilt and lay down inside.

Where Hong Yang couldn't see, Huo Zhenye mouthed him "You're here".

Bai Zhun slightly closed his eyelids as a response.

Huo Zhenye took a deep breath, this time he was impolite, the moment he closed his eyes and kissed, he immediately felt the response, biting and licking lightly, the tip of his tongue entangled with the tip of his tongue.

The kiss was panting, and then let go. The skin on Huo Zhenye's chest was scorching hot, and the two of them were already ready to go.

Their intimacy is limited to their lips and tongues, and they haven't understood any deeper. Huo Zhenye knew it was in a dream. In his dream, he smiled lowly: "I'll do it for you, okay?"

He didn't wait for Bai Zhun to answer, his hand had already touched it, covered it with his palm, and lightly clasped it.

Bai Zhun stretched out his hand to resist: Are you crazy?

Hongyang cannot be seen through the quilt.

"You don't want to?" Huo Zhenye laughed, his eyes were obviously lustful, but they were so bright that people couldn't look directly at them.

"I don't want to." Bai Zhun swallowed his breath into his throat. He knew that he had to hold the quilt with his fingers in order to speak calmly.

Although his tone was harsh, his body was already trembling slightly.

People of the seven schools should not be heavy on their desires.

Once there is nostalgia, it will give birth to unreasonable delusions.

"Lie." Huo Zhenye didn't give him another chance to refuse. This is his dream, and he is the one who is in charge.

He lay on his back, leaned forward and kissed Bai Zhun, so that he could not make a sound, stretched out his hand to grasp it, and while feeling the force and heat, made Bai Zhun feel his force and heat.

Bai Zhun unconsciously raised his head, his body and mind were high.

Neither of them had this kind of experience before, but Huo Zhenye quickly grasped the rhythm, watching Bai Zhun sinking into enjoyment gave him a deeper sense of satisfaction.

Bai Zhun's phoenix eyes slightly opened and then closed slightly, every breath he made was like a compliment.

Huo Zhenye looked at it with a smile, not missing the slightest ups and downs between his brows, when he raised it was extremely comfortable, when he fell it was for the next moment of indulgence.

A little light leaked from the corner of Bai Zhun's eyes, seeing Huo Zhenye's smiling face, he didn't want him to be so proud, so he grabbed his hand with his backhand.

Huo Zhenye gasped, Bai Zhun's hand could make Zhizhu obey, and it could also make him iron it, scratching it with his fingertips, and almost disarming him with a swipe.

It gradually turned into a wrestling between enjoyment and restraint, to see who can endure longer.

Huo Zhenye put his arms around Bai Zhun's earlobe. His hands were not as flexible as Bai Zhun's, but he knew where Bai Zhun's weakness was. Bai Zhun was ticklish, so he blew into his ear and asked him with a smile, "Come together, OK?"

It was time for him to hold on to the extreme, and the next moment, Huo Zhenye's palms were wet.

The two lay side by side on the pillow, Huo Zhenye was never satisfied before, he took advantage of Bai Zhun's sleepiness, hugged him whole, and kissed for a while tirelessly.

He kissed until the tip of his tongue was reddish, and then let go.

The sky was getting brighter, Hongyang watched the two people moving around under the quilt all night, but there was no usable news, his face was terribly gloomy, and he threw a ball of red cloth to cover the bronze mirror.

Walking to the door, he lifted Gao Yuan up. Gao Yuan's energy was quickly sucked, and he was as thin as a human being. His old eyes were cloudy, and he looked at Hongyang.

His eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred.

Hongyang glanced at him: "Don't blame me for being cruel, if you want to blame it, blame your life." The horoscope is just right, if you don't suck him, whoever you want, "Don't worry, I will take care of you."

Gao Yuan is skinny and white-haired, he is terribly old and can't speak a single word.

Hongyang went out with Gao Yuan in his hand, and summoned his younger disciples: "Your elder brother is not stable in Daoism, he is insane, take him down to recuperate."

Hong Yang casually handed him over to the young disciples. The young disciples saw the haggard appearance of the elder brother, and remembered the movement in the master's room last night. They were so frightened that they didn't dare to look at Hong Yang, and carried Gao Yuan back to the room.

The first disciple is gone, and there is still the second disciple, Hong Yang casually recruits the second disciple: "Has Master Bai Yang arrived in Shanghai yet?"

"Not yet. I sent a telegram yesterday. I was delayed by something in Nanjing. I won't arrive until a few days later."

Hongyang nodded slightly, it would be better to be late, lest he try to stop him.

He said to the second apprentice: "You buy some tonics for your senior brother, so that he can live well."

The second disciple finished the matter in a short while, and he reported outside the door of Hongyang's room: "Everyone in the altar said that the senior brother was fascinated by the fox spirit, and it was the master who saved his life."

These Taoists saw Gao Yuan's appearance with their own eyes, and they were convinced that he was raped by a fox. A middle-aged man was just sucked up. They all knelt down in front of the three saints and prayed for the protection of their ancestors.

Hongyang responded and took a seat in the room.

The sky was faintly red, Bai Zhun opened his eyes, and wrote "Night" in Huo Zhenye's palm.

Huo Zhenye didn't understand why, and then thought, this is his dream, he can quickly skip the day and lengthen the night, just as soon as he thought this in his heart, it was dark again.

Bai Zhun tidied up his clothes, sat back in the inner room, and lit another incense stick.

He cut a lot of bamboo strips for later use, and in a short time, he made bamboo sticks in the shape of little birds.

Huo Zhenye was a little at a loss, these birds were not much bigger than the little orioles, so could they be relied on to defeat Hongyang?

Bai Zhun knew what he was thinking, glanced at him, dipped in water and wrote "Birch" on the table.

Only then did Huo Zhenye understand that when Birch turned into a bird-eating dream, the nightmare was in his dream, and it was Birch's food. After eating the nightmare, the dream dissipated.

Bai Zhun tied one and let one go. Every bird flapped its wings and flew out of the window.

The last one remained, this one he didn't use thread, he wrapped his own hair around the bamboo bone.

It was the first time for Huo Zhenye to see Bai Zhun wrapping his hair in bamboo, no wonder he had such long hair, Bai Zhun felt his gaze, and wrote "Axiu" on the table.

Axiu's bones were bound together with his hair.

Huo Zhenye's eyes trembled, he didn't expect Bai Zhun to tell him this, is it because they are closer than before?He pressed Bai Zhun's hand and shook his head at him.

"Don't tell me," Huo Zhenye wrote.

Maybe someone will use Hongyang's method a second time. He can tell the difference this time, but maybe he won't be able to tell the difference next time.

The less he knows, the safer he will be with Bai Zhun.

Bai Zhun's eyes moved slightly, his pale lips were slightly pursed, Shen Xin colored the paper, drew the bird's head and tail, and finally put on the eyes, an unremarkable gray bird suddenly came to life.

"Go." Bai Zhun said softly.

Gray sparrows flew away, mixed among the birds, looking for nightmares in the sky.

When Hongyang recuperated and returned to the bronze mirror, it was daytime again, and Bai Zhun was sitting at the table, tying up the statue used by the City God for three rounds.

It seems that Huo Zhenye has completely believed that this is not a dream.

Hongyang dusted off the long gown, waiting to see Bai Zhun's skills, paste, cut, draw, weave, and tie. Since Bai Yang is only willing to teach him how to cut, don't blame him for stealing.

Bai Zhun finely ground the bamboo bone, spread out the white paper, and drew the statue's cassock on the paper, with very fine strokes.

It was grinding Hongyang and grinding himself. Last night, he was impulsive. When he really went out, he really couldn't get entangled with this person.

Huo Zhenye felt that Bai Zhun's mood was not right, he heated up a cup of milk, added a spoonful of honey, poked his head by the door, and saw that Bai Zhun was in a self-defeating mood.

He threw the bamboo stick, the wheelchair scraped across the brick floor, brushed Huo Zhenye's waist, and closed the door with a "snap".

Huo Zhenye looked at the tightly closed door, and Hongyang looked at the bamboo sticks thrown all over the ground in the bronze mirror, both of them were puzzled.

Hongyang frowned, this man surnamed Bai is really moody.

The author has something to say: Bai · Moody · Self-defeating · Seven: It's all right now, it's even harder to run