Mr. Jiang is not driving today

When Jiang Xun woke up again, it was already late at night, his eyes were full of white flowers, followed by a field of flying Venus, and everything became clear when the Venus settled down a bit.

Looking at the top of the bed carved with Jiangnan style delicately painted flowers in front of him, Jiang Xun's brain function slowly recovered to digest the situation in front of him.

The demonic qi that was roiling in his body had been completely cleared away, but because Jiang Xun's body judged that he had voluntarily endured the heavy rain and that it was not a fatal injury, he refused to repair it.

Jiang Xun raised his hand and touched his head, which was so hot that he immediately retracted his hand.After this touch, he felt pain all over his body, the joints from the hip bone shaft to the arm seemed to be broken and then reconnected, and his throat seemed to be stuffed with a handful of hot incense ash. Throat, so uncomfortable that he lay on the edge of the bed and retched a few times, his stomach hurt like a rope for a while, and he didn't spit out anything, only some clear tea dripped down the corner of his mouth.

Although his body was in a state of emergency, when Jiang Xun lowered his head and found that he was completely dressed in colored glaze, he almost rolled off the bed in fright.

Ji Ling turned over and sat up, so he became dizzy for a long while before Jiang Xun realized——

There was no one in the room, only wisps of medicinal fragrance lingered.

Damn, if you don't run now, when will you wait?

As for Yujiu's character of vengeance, she ran away without authorization, and if she was caught by him, she had no other option but to be X first and then X X.

Jiang Xun completely forgot that the current self has actually been three or four dimensions higher than Yujiu. He only thought about the miserable situation where his legs were so weak that he couldn't get out of bed after a night of passion in the grove. His buttocks felt cold and his chrysanthemums felt tight, he turned over and got out of bed without any hesitation, put on the black boots that had lost their soles, turned over the window and fled for his life.

Turning over and landing on the bluestone road, Jiang Xun felt uncomfortable and dizzy again. After staggering a few steps, he hugged a pillar on the street and didn't let go.

The cool air after the rain trickled up his ankles, making his legs tremble faintly.Seeing his embarrassment, Qin Mu felt a little distressed: "Xiao Xun, take a good rest if you are sick."

If it wasn't for the evil energy invading his body, making Xiao Xun at a loss, he wouldn't be overwhelmed by a small cold and fever all at once.

Jiang Xun was still a little confused from the fever, hugged the pillar and rubbed it twice, resisting the feeling of vomiting, the corners of his eyes were glistening with physiological tears, and he felt better.

He struggled to get up, mighty and unyielding and simple and straightforward: "...I don't want to be grass."

Qin Mu: "...○|￣|_."

It wasn't until his dizziness stopped that Jiang Xun recognized that this was Lanke Town at night, and it was also the street where he ran wildly during the day and finally succeeded in killing himself.

Returning here, Jiang Xun felt an inexplicable sense of shame. He covered his face and supported the wall and walked around the street a little bit, while trying to say something else to divert the topic: "Ah Mu, do you remember?...the porridge man, Yu Jiu said he was from the Gong family?"

Qin Mu was quickly diverted from the topic obediently: "Yes, and he became very nervous after seeing Yu Miao, as if he recognized Yu Miao..."

Jiang Xun pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "He didn't recognize Yujiu, he should have recognized Yujiu's piece of jade..."

...In other words, he is very likely to be a person in the immortal way.

Although the sky-blue clothes had been mended and patched a lot, Jiang Xun felt something was wrong at the first glance.

...Miya's people?

Isn't the Gong family already wiped out by Ying Yisheng, leaving only Gong Yi?Where did that young man come from?

Furthermore, how could a palace family member accumulate blessings for Ying Yisheng?

If you say you are a fan or admirer of Ying Yisheng, you won't be able to do good deeds for ten years, right?

The rain has stopped, and small water pools have accumulated between the brick cracks in the streets, and a small moon is hidden in each water pool, illuminating the road at night.

Seeing that one person and one soul walked to the corner of the street, Jiang Xun suddenly heard subtle footsteps not far away.

It was not so much the sound of footsteps as it was the sound of water.

Someone was secretly mobilizing their spiritual power to drive away, jumping in mid-air, it was light and fast, like walking on the wind and clouds, there was no sound of contact with the ground at all, only the spiritual power stirred up the accumulated water in the small water, emitting a thin sound water sound.

If it wasn't for the superior hearing, it would never be able to hear this subtle sound that is almost nothing.

In the land of the Southern Barbarians, in the famine year, the entire area around Lanke Mountain is still a little popular in Lanke Town. There is no such thing as a curfew here, but after living like a stray cat these days, Jiang Xun has a sense of everything that comes from the unknown. The wind and grass are extremely sensitive.

With a dodge, he leaned his back against the damp and mossy street corner wall, held his breath, and resisted the dizziness caused by mobilizing spiritual power. With a flip of his palm, yin and yang bloomed silently in his hands.

But the moment the umbrella opened, Jiang Xun's eyes straightened.

——The brilliance overflowing from the ribs forcibly illuminated the place where he was hiding.

Before his burning head could understand the situation in front of him, something slashed in front of him, breaking through the hot air in the middle of the night, grazed Jiang Xun's temple with a swoosh, and nailed him side of the brain.

Under the agitation of the majestic spiritual power, a large piece of brick and stone behind Jiang Xun's head shattered, rolled down rustlingly, and landed at Jiang Xun's feet with a crackling sound.

The familiar smell that followed stimulated Jiang Xun to fall down as soon as his legs softened.

After all, Jiang Xun still didn't touch the ground, so he stretched out a hand in time, grabbed his front collar tightly, and pushed him back. Jiang Xun was already very dizzy, but after being hit like this, his defense immediately went to zero. It's soft under his hands and can't get out.

Yu Miao's complexion looked similar to that of Rakshasa. Jiang Xun struggled weakly for a few times. After realizing that he was unable to escape, he simply stretched out his hands to Yu Miao and hummed without limit: "...Yu Jiu, Dizziness, very uncomfortable."

Yu Miao still had that icy look, Jiang Xun couldn't help but choked on his stomach because of the dangerous aura emanating from his body, a gust of air blasted away his diaphragm, Jiang Xun hit him briefly Hiccup, feeling a little overwhelmed, so he covered his mouth and stared at Yu Miao helplessly.

But within ten seconds, he hiccupped again, and his whole body visibly shrugged.

He buried his face in his hands, feeling ashamed to face others.

Jiang Xun's originally hidden location was at the entrance of a shop. The sound of the broken wall of Guangcheng probably alarmed the shop owner. Soon, the closed door bolt was pulled open from the inside, accompanied by screams. Scolding: "Are you going to die? What are you doing so late at night? You..."

Yu Miao was still staring at Jiang Xun, and didn't even give the visitor a glimpse. He pinched the palm of his left hand, and a wave of spiritual power swayed, and rushed to the door. The boss was caught off guard and was almost closed suddenly. The door hit the bridge of the nose.

Yu Miao grabbed Jiang Xun by the collar and carried him across his shoulders. Jiang Xun's stomach and abdomen were pressed against the soft muscles, and he couldn't move, let alone hiccup.

He curled up on Yu Miao's shoulders, with nothing to love in his life.

Soon, Jiang Xun was transported back to the place where he had just escaped.

When he was thrown on the bed, he became dizzy again, leaned on the pillow and coughed heart-piercingly, and twitched and hiccupped from time to time, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his pupils were so charming In the middle, there is even more water mist, like a small water full of moonlight.

One hand pulled him and patted his back. Jiang Xun grabbed the glass-colored robe and bent over the basin beside the bed. It slid down the corner of his mouth, his throat seemed to be burnt, the pain was so painful that Jiang Xun didn't want to speak.

That hand did not have the forceful aura just now. He poured a cup of warm water for him to rinse his mouth, and pressed his palm against his feverish forehead. Jiang Xun felt that the hand was very cool, so he actively rubbed it.

When the hand left, he hummed twice in dissatisfaction.

A few seconds later, the handle of a towel dipped in cold water was placed on Jiang Xun's forehead, which made him shiver, and his consciousness recovered a little.

In a short time, two words filled his mind.

...it's over.

One run is enough, but the second run was caught on the spot, how to count?

Perhaps because of thinking of the unknown consequences, Jiang Xun huddled under the quilt, his hands and feet were cold and his diaphragm contracted, and he hiccuped uncontrollably, jumping up and down with the quilt and the bed.

No matter how thick-skinned Jiang Xunrao was, he couldn't stand such a shameful play. The redness on his face extended to the tips of his ears and collarbone. But Sheng Yumiao didn't say a word, just sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him coldly, not knowing at all Jiang Xun was thinking about something, his heart was hanging, and his hiccups became more severe. No matter how hard he tried to hold his breath quietly, it was useless.

When Jiang Xun was puffing up his cheeks to prepare for a new round of holding his breath, his chin was suddenly pinched by a hand. He opened his mouth uncontrollably, and his lips were bitten softly but warmly, as smooth as jelly It slid in along the open mouth, and the tip of the tongue nimbly moved Jiang Xun's palate. Every time he was bitten, Jiang Xun couldn't help his body numb, and his body pushed up accordingly. He even forgot to breathe, and only let out a low hoarse hum along with the regular licking and deep kissing: "Uh~hhhhhmm~"

I don't know how long it took before Jiang Xun was able to breathe again.

Yu Miao picked up the handle of the towel that had slipped to one side, soaked it in cold water again, and applied it to Jiang Xun's forehead, saying indifferently, "...are you alright?"

...It's really good, no more hiccups.

After Jiang Xun was kissed, his courage became stronger, and he stretched out his hand to tease Yu Miao with a playful smile: "Brother Jiu, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you."

Yu Miao was unmoved: "Miss me? Then why are you running?"

Jiang Xunbei laughed until his muscles became sore: "...I, I, I, I want to ask the porridge man to ask about the situation. You know, I'm afraid he will run away..."

After pouring a glass of water, Yu Miao sat back on the edge of the bed: "He can't run away. Ying Yisheng's grave is on Mount Lanke."

Jiang did not dare to play tricks any more, took the water glass and drank it in small sips. The warm breath made his eyelashes wet, and he looked quite attractive: "But if he hides it, it would be terrible." Ah. What if he sees the wrong wind and runs outside? I finally found him..."

But Yu Miao choked Jiang Xun speechless with just one look.

He motioned Jiang Xun to look at the table.

Jiang Xun was in a hurry to run just now, so he didn't even notice that there was a memorial tablet for Ying Yisheng on the table in the middle of the room.

When he was unconscious in front of the porridge shed, Jiang Xun was blindfolded and couldn't see the words clearly, but now that he was a little closer, he could finally make out the words engraved on it.

——The elder brother Yinggong tabooed Yisheng Shengxi's lotus position.

...Yu Jiu, you are ruthless.

With this bait here, the two of them just need to wait for the young man to take the initiative to bite the bait.

Jiang Xun calmed down, hesitated for a second between the two options of dignity and survival, and decisively chose the latter.

He reached out and grabbed Yu Miao's hand, rubbing it against his face, and said in a hoarse voice, "...stomach hurts badly..."

Yu Miao still had the face of gods and ghosts, but Jiang Xun was not as scared as before, and he smiled when he stared at him.

Finally, the indifference on Yu Miao's face could not hold back any longer. He turned to the side, pressed his fingers between Jiang Xun's brows, and stroked gently, his voice was still cold: "...I just gave the medicine to Jiang Xun. Downstairs in the waiting room, the kitchen is making medicine for you. After drinking the medicine, you go to sleep and wait for that person to come to find us."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and pressed slightly with his hands, until Jiang Xun's brows were sunken: "... If you dare to run again, give me a try."