What a pitiful marrow-washing herb【Interstellar】

In the dim cave, several bright lights suddenly lit up, the pill furnace was placed in the center, the fire kept beating, and the man in black robe closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the futon.

"come over."

The man opened his mouth suddenly, but there was no sound around, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

"..." The man opened his eyes, and reluctantly conjured up three spirit stones and put them in his palm.

"Shh-"

A flash of green flashed quickly, and within a breath, the spirit stone in the man's hand disappeared.

"Happy, huh?" The man looked towards the corner, where a strange piece of land was opened up, and a small hole was poked in the dark soil, but there was nothing in the hole.

Except for the man's voice, there was still no other movement.

The man had no choice but to dig out three more spirit stones, and said in a low voice, "Greedy."

Behind the stone cabinet that the man couldn't see, a marrow-washing plant curled up its leaves and laughed. He peeped his head quietly, rolled up an ordinary stone and threw it to the other side.

The stone hit the wall with a soft "crack" sound, and rolled to the ground. Seeing the man's sight being drawn away, the marrow-washing plant immediately stretched its leaves to roll the spirit stone in the man's hand.

Leaf arrives, success!

Leaves rolled up, success!

The leaf ran away, and became... The pith-washing grass used other leaves to support the stone cabinet, and leaned back desperately. There seemed to be a big mountain tied to the end of the leaf, and it was impossible to pull it, let alone run.

The man looked at the tightly collapsed leaf, raised his eyebrows and smiled, then let go of his hand abruptly.

The leaf bounced back extremely quickly, and hit the medulla with a "snap", and the medulla was rolled twice in the air by the inertia, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"It's a pity—" The man came to the back of the stone cabinet at some point, and he stretched out a hand, as if he wanted to catch something, but... he looked at the marrow-washing grass that fell flat on the ground, and let out a sigh A sigh.

"I didn't catch it."

The pith-washing plant trembled with anger, he pulled his leaves off the ground one by one, shook vigorously, and bounced on the ground to transmit the sound: "You can catch it!"

The man looked serious, but his black eyes were full of smiles, and he spread his hands innocently: "How could that be?"

The pith-washing grass stood up and stepped on the ground with two leaves, walked to the man's shoes, and began to climb up with difficulty.

The man didn't pick him up either, and just spent his time looking at the marrow-washing grass, which seemed to be wading through mountains and rivers, along his clothes all the way up.

Finally, it climbed to his neck, stretched out a leaf and poked it vigorously, the man's skin oozes a trace of blood.

The marrow-washing grass, who was still aggressive just now, immediately panicked and jumped down, transforming into a young man. He took the medicine in a blah-blank manner, resting on the tips of his toes, he pressed the medicine all over the man's neck.

"Why don't you use spiritual power?!"

The man stretched out his hand and fiddled with the small knob on the back of the young man's head twice, and was about to speak with a smile when his expression changed suddenly. He lowered his fingers, restrained his smile, and stared at the young man in front of him with deep eyes.

The marrow-washing grass watched the redness disappear and heaved a sigh of relief. Then he realized something was wrong. He poked the corner of the man's mouth: "What's wrong with you? Qin Han?"

"It's already healed!" Guiltyly, he rubbed the tiny wound that was originally insignificant.

The man felt the warm touch, and Furui Wubo's eyes flickered.

His expression was quite different from usual, he could see that the pith-washing grass was a little hairy, he took a small half step back, took a deep breath, and then stood on tiptoe and shouted into the man's ear——

"Qin Han!!!"

The general on the bed opened his eyes suddenly, his chest seemed to be pressed by a heavy object, and he felt a suffocating feeling. He moved his gaze down and met a pair of green eyes.

Qin Han silently moved the young man who was pressing down on his body, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, finally feeling that his breathing was unobstructed again.

"Cough, what, I've been calling you for a long time, what's the matter with you?" Qin Liu rolled over and sat up.

Qin Han's eyes lacked focus, and he was in a rare trance: "...I had a dream."

Qin Liu poked his head over curiously: "What dream?"

"...forgot." The general rubbed the head of the pith-washing grass and pushed him up, "Go and brush your teeth."

Meanwhile, another galaxy far, far away.

In a certain room of the First Army Corps, there was no one on the bed, and the sound of "squeaking" water came from the bathroom. Huan Lu raised his head from the sink, and the man in the mirror was covered with water droplets. He wiped his face , It seems to have erased some of the usual indifference.

Huan Lu touched his neck with one hand, his eyes were unclear, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

-

Qin Liu was probably the most free person in the Fifth Army, wandering behind the general every day, doing nothing.

The soldiers of the Fifth Army were used to the young man following the general. No matter what he saw, he would look out curiously, and then he was dragged back helplessly by the general who was walking and found that he was gone.

"General!" Someone saluted Qin Han, then looked at Qin Liu behind him, and greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Xiao Qin."

Qin Liu poked his head out from behind the general on tiptoe, and waved his hands: "Morning, did you go to the medical room today?"

"Going to go." The soldier looked excited, "I have a better fit with the C-level mecha!"

The daily greeting of the Fifth Army has changed from "have you trained" to "have you gone to the medical room".

The medical officer was able to look at the group of soldiers with indifference, regarded himself as the master of the medical room, and even greeted the medical officer to "drink tea and tea" when he came, and then went into the medical room on his own.

Medical officer: "..."

The soldiers eagerly invited Qin Liu to practice duels. Since the last time they saw him compete with the colonel, they had been delighted to invite Qin Liu, and they didn't feel ashamed at all that they couldn't beat a scientific researcher.

The soldier said with certainty, is that a scientific researcher!You ask Gao Ge who has been tortured many times, and you ask the Second Legion team who was rescued last time, which one doesn't blow Mr. Xiao Qin to the sky.

Qin Liu followed the general closely: "No, no, come on!"

The general opened a training room, and Qin Liu took out a futon and sat down in a corner, watching him practice, exclaiming from time to time at exciting places, and then applauding excitedly.

General: "..."

I always feel that he is like an acrobat, and the little benefactor is a special spectator, as if he can take out a star coin and throw it on his mech at any time.

But the more times, the general got used to it, the mecha swooped down from the air, and landed on the ground steadily after a sudden stop.

Two hours later, the cockpit opened, and Qin Han, who was covered in sweat, jumped out of it. The marrow washing grass in the corner had already prepared towels, and he brushed away the wet hair on both sides of the general's cheeks.

He opened the towel and spread it on the general's face, like wiping glass, and wiped it left and right twice.

Qin Han's face was almost deformed by rubbing: "..."

Get used to it, get used to it.

He looked down at the little benefactor who folded the towel carefully, and couldn't help but quietly took a step forward, leaning forward, pressing on the little benefactor, the general put his head on the little benefactor's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "I'm a little tired."

He folded his hands behind Qin Liu's back, gently pushed the little benefactor into his arms, rubbed his soft face indiscriminately, and pressed against the little benefactor's ear: "Qin Liu—"

Want to go on like this forever, want to be together, want to...

It was the first time for the gentle and upright general to feel such turmoil in his chest. He had so much to say, but this was not the best time.

The tide of star beasts is approaching, and the affairs of the Wu family are still unclear. The most important thing is...Qin Liu is so ignorant about love that it is outrageous. No sign of enlightenment.

Qin Liu gave an "um" and waited for his next words.

The general had no choice but to sigh and repeat again: "I'm a little tired..."

His voice seemed to come from his nasal cavity, it sounded muffled, a bit like... acting like a baby.

Qin Liu blinked in surprise, feeling as if his heart was tickled by a cat with a soft pad.

Other than that, it feels a bit indescribable.

He couldn't figure out what it was like, so he could only focus on the general's words: "Are you tired? Take a rest for a while, you are a mature general! You should learn to combine work and rest!"

The general was about to nod when he suddenly felt empty.

Qin Liu, who poured his spiritual energy into his hands, put one hand on the general's back and the other behind his knees, and easily hugged the "tired poor boy".

"Tired poor little girl": ? ? ?

The princess hug is really a very magical posture, even a soldier like Qin Han, shrinking into the arms of his little benefactor, looks petite.

The little benefactor was still walking forward, and was about to go out, Qin Han was shocked, his empty brain finally started to work again, he turned over and jumped out of the little benefactor's arms.

Qin Liu, who was still maintaining his original movements:? ? ?

"Cough, I think it's much better." Qin Han's face remained unchanged, "Let's go, let's eat."

-

In the afternoon, Qin Liuwo was on the sofa in the general's office. There was no sofa, but Qin Han added one for him later.

He lined up the materials of the life essence of the little straw man one by one, and then muttered to himself: "... Feeling bad?"

Qin Han looked up and saw his troubled expression, so he couldn't help comforting him: "It's okay, since he said it's another deal, you might as well ask for a higher price."

Thinking about how much Wu Hexuan cared about that straw man, he should be happy.

Qin Liu fiddled with the materials, how can this be measured by star coins, even in the world of cultivating immortals, they are all treasures that cannot be found.

These are all Xianjun's small private treasury, he quietly glanced at the general, and regained his confidence.

The owner of the private vault agrees!

The general who has no memory and no knowledge: "..."

Qin Liu put away the materials.

Anyway, his star coins will be donated to the Fifth Army, so Qin Han doesn't have to go to show business!

The general who did receive several anonymous huge sums of money one after another: "..."

The sun was gradually pulled down to the horizon, and the lights in the room were on for a long time. When Qin Han turned off the light brain, the little benefactor on the sofa had already fallen asleep.

His head was sunken in the gap at the end of the sofa, and his buttocks were sticking out. Qin Han moved his fingers, but finally held back.

"ended?"

His furry head rubbed against the sofa, and Qin Liu rolled around while rubbing the corners of his eyes, just in time to fall off the sofa and bury him in the general's chest.

As if he had no bones, he pressed against the man's chest and asked vaguely, "Sleep?"