When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

He couldn't remember when it started, he had been fighting alone, and fought countless fights, and then Li Yihuan appeared, and the two fought side by side.They have all suffered serious injuries. When Li Yihuan was injured, he was also angry.

But he has never felt like today - the most precious things seem to be suddenly far away, and the things that were difficult to hold in his hands suddenly become erratic, as if they are about to be lost.

Li Yihuan once said, knowing him these years, watching him change from a cold person to a cold person to a fierce person.

Yes, fierce.The eyes are sharp, just looking at you, you feel it is a warning.

There are fewer and fewer people who dare to actively provoke him now, and he will not respond to a little stimulation like before.

In the past, he didn't have any rebelliousness, and he would fight back all the stimuli, even if he wasn't really angry.For him, fighting is not a way or a tool to solve a problem. What is meaningful is never the reason for those fighting, but the fighting itself.

"You are the person I have ever seen who understands the essence of 'fighting' the most, and the person I have seen who knows how to fight the most." Li Yihuan once said that.

At that time he smiled and said nothing

But now, if there is such a thing as Ni Lin, it is Luo Yunting.

——Now Luo Yunting is injured.

His body acted one step earlier than his heart.

The uninjured foot kicked the ankle of the man wearing the rivet glove, and the man fell down because of the pain. This gave him time—he stood up hard, and grabbed the yellow-haired glove from his hands. The stick hit the man wearing the rivet glove severely on the right arm, another stick hit the man's right shoulder, and the last blow hit his leg, making him unable to stand up.

The moment He Feng turned his head, the two people who were entangled with Luo Yunting just now came towards him.

His ankle hurts now, and he can't jump up. He dragged his foot and hit the shoulder of the man on the right with a stick. The elbow hit the man's back hard, and the man staggered and couldn't stand still. He didn't give the man a chance to fight back after standing still. The stick in his right hand was switched to his left hand, and he stabbed forward hard, and the man fell face down on the ground. up.

Now these few people couldn't get up on the ground, so he hurried to see the situation of Luo Yunting.

Luo Yunting was hit hard on the shoulder and back just now, while He Feng was finishing off the remaining two people, he walked slowly to the wall, leaned on the wall and squatted down, at this moment the whole person was in a dark shadow.

"...Is it all resolved?" Luo Yunting's voice was very weak, and he was a little reluctant to speak.

"Yeah." He responded lightly, and went to help the man.He didn't dare to touch Luo Yunting's back, so he could only wrap his arms around his waist carefully, so that the other side of his body that was not hit was under force and leaned against him.

He asked in a low voice, "Can I go? I'll carry you on my back."

Luo Yunting shook his head invisibly in the darkness, breathed weakly, and said softly: "We can go. Let's go."

He helped Luo Yunting out of the darkness by the wall - the middle of the alley was also very dark, but after getting used to the darkness, he could still see clearly.

They went forward, took a few steps, and he stopped without looking back.

"Go back and tell Liang Cangyu to wait for his death."

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Luo Yunting leaned almost her whole body in his arms, but insisted not to let him bear the weight.

The pleasant smell of this man lingered at the tip of his nose, making him feel sad.

"Do you blame me?" he asked in a low voice.

At this time, the moonlight shines down, and the originally dark corridor becomes visible. The sundries piled up in the alley, the bicycles parked under the building, the stools placed outside, the plants protruding from the window sill... are all covered with bright and clean. Moonlight.

Luo Yunting was injured because of him, if he wasn't with this person today, then those people would only trouble him.

Luo Yunting is still the top student who is not stained with dust, clean, still doing his own things every day - the mud can't touch him in the first place.

He must have dragged the man off the altar and into the mud himself.

But he didn't blame himself, and he didn't feel mean.

He just, heartache and pity.

Then he heard the chuckle of the person in his arms, low and sweet, like the wind stirring his heartstrings.

"It's what I want."

Yes.It is what this man wants.

It was he who was willing to come to the mud with himself.

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Go through two alleys, then turn a corner, walk straight for a while, and arrive at Luo Yunting's house—an old single-family house with two floors and a small yard.

This is considered a school district. I don't know how such a house was preserved.

When they walked to the door, Luo Yunting took out the key from his pants pocket and opened the door.

"go in."

He supported Luo Yunting and entered the door together with this person. Through the light coming in from the door, he saw a sofa on the left hand side of the door, so he gently placed the person in his arms on the sofa.

At this time, the lights in the house were not turned on, and it was pitch black, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

"The light is on the wall to the right of the door."

He went over, turned on the light, and closed the door.

Then he saw Luo Yunting's home for the first time, the place where this person lives every day.

The space in the house is not too big, but it doesn’t look crowded. Whether it’s the placement of furniture or the matching of materials and colors, it gives people a gentle feeling—just like Luo Yunting.

On the left hand side of entering the door is a light brown sofa, which looks very soft and warm. In front of the sofa is a coffee table of the same color, which is relatively low. There is only a small white porcelain vase on it, and a bunch of light yellow carnations are inserted in it. The small flowers are clustered together, very beautiful.

In front is a wooden staircase leading to the second floor. The inclined staircase and the ground form a triangular space, where a long and narrow table is placed horizontally, covered with a light-colored tablecloth, which is higher than ordinary tables. There are two high chairs inside.Behind the chair was the window, hidden by a brown checked curtain.

On the right hand side is a narrow and long wooden cabinet, which is not very high, and there are some succulent plants on it, all of which are full of vitality.Behind the cabinets is a dining table, and further inside is the kitchen.

Luo Yunting's bedroom was probably upstairs.

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The light in the room was not bright, the lamp he turned on was a dim yellow wall lamp, which only emitted a soft halo of light.

Luo Yunting was curled up on the sofa, and he sat down beside this man, looking at his drooping eyelashes and his beautiful face half in the shadows.The man frowned slightly, showing a painful look.

"Take off your clothes and let me see your injuries."

Luo Yunting was stunned, and raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were like ignorant deer, which made him shudder.Luo Yunting's lips were originally light red, but under the dim yellow light, they looked dark red.At this moment, the vulnerable appearance of this person made him want to kiss.

But no, Luo Yunting was injured.

He sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "If it's serious, I'll take you to the hospital later."

Luo Yunting lowered his eyes again, slowly turned his back, and then took off his school uniform jacket.Underneath he was wearing a light-colored long-sleeved shirt, the material of which was soft enough to almost outline the shape of his back.He Feng stared at him, unwilling to leave his eyes for a second.

Luo Yunting's fingers slowly moved to the corner of the clothes, pulled upwards, probably hurting the wound, he groaned, paused for a while, and then continued to take off.

Luo Yunting's movements were not fast at all, but in his eyes, they seemed to be slowing down—it was almost like a deliberate temptation.

The room was so quiet that he could hear his own heavy breathing.

Following Luo Yunting's movements, the man's white back was slowly revealed, and when the clothes had been pulled to his shoulders, he saw the blue-red bruise.Then the man exerted a little force, and the clothes came off.

Luo Yunting was half naked at this time, with his back turned to him, sitting in front of him.

It's not without charming thoughts, looking at this man's slender and fragile neck that hangs slightly, his tall and straight white back, his slender but powerful waist... his heart is not without throbbing.

But that bluish red bruise spread from the shoulder blade to the top of the shoulder.

It must be very painful.

The slightest touch made the man gasp in pain.

"Where's the medicine box?" he asked softly.

Luo Yunting's voice trembled a little, and he whispered, "It's the third drawer from top to bottom in the cabinet on the right."

He got up to look for the medicine box, took out the medicine box at the place Luo Yunting said, put it on the coffee table, and rummaged through the medicine for bruises.

He turned over and said, "Let's go to the hospital."

He was always injured before, but he never went to the hospital.He finds it very troublesome, he knows that no matter what, he will not die, he knows that he is very powerful, and he knows that he has a strong vitality.He is almost familiar with all kinds of wound medicines - but he can't treat Luo Yunting like himself.

After listening to his words, Luo Yunting was silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "No need, just rest for two days. I will ask Gao Qin for leave later, and stay at home for a few days."

He doesn't want to force this person, just as he doesn't like others to force himself.

He found out the medicine, turned to Luo Yunting and said, "I'll apply the medicine for you. It may hurt a little, bear with it."

Luo Yunting nodded.

The weather was already cold, Luo Yunting took off his shirt again, when the cool ointment touched his skin, he shivered slightly, and then took a light breath, it probably hurt, but he Gritting his teeth, he didn't cry out the pain.

He Feng's movements were very light, there was a layer of ointment between his fingers and Luo Yunting's skin, the ointment became warm during rubbing, and he suddenly felt that the ointment was hot.

In the quiet room, there were only the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, Luo Yunting's slightly rapid breathing, and his slightly heavy breathing.

[The author has something to say: Sorry for being late again~

I hope everyone reads the article and collects it~Thank you!

There was a question about segmenting blank lines before, so I just typed the blank lines into horizontal lines, hoping to make it look more comfortable. 】