Forced to follow the love line by the villain boss

"My lord, is the injury serious?" Meng Xing asked worriedly, frowning.

"Very serious..." Wen Rulan replied with a complicated tone.

It wasn't that serious.

But it's really not Meng Xing's fault, it's his own uncertainty.And even though the injury has worsened... But Wen Rulan thought back on what he saw just now, and felt that it was worth it.

He may have really fallen into some kind of love gu.Wen Rulan thought to herself looking at Meng Xing's angular face.

"Then is there any way to relieve it?" Meng Xing asked again.He was really worried about Wen Rulan's injury, and he didn't even notice the desire surging in Wen Rulan's eyes.

ease?Wen Rulan evaluated the current state, he was still in a state of mind, and he still needed time to dissipate the rampant medicinal properties, he was not going to treat internal injuries for the time being.

But he can deal with trauma.

Wen Rulan didn't plan to come by herself, so she said in a hoarse voice weakly: "I don't have much strength, please help me to apply the medicine."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of wound medicine from the storage bag and handed it to Meng Xing.

Meng Xing took the medicine bottle and immediately prepared to help Wen Rulan apply the medicine.For the sword mark on Wen Rulan's chest, he tore apart the nearby clothes a little to clean the wound, but now he can apply the medicine directly, but it must be bandaged after the medicine is applied, and it is not convenient to bandage it while wearing clothes.

So Meng Xing suggested: "My lord, do you want to take off your clothes?"

He said this sentence without any charming thoughts, and it was entirely out of responsibility for the wounded, but in Wen Rulan's ears, it automatically expanded and became an indescribable restricted-level picture.

Wen Rulan suppressed her restless thoughts, and replied as calmly as possible: "Come on."

After getting the answer, Meng Xing started to do it.Because he had been the emperor for ten days, he also had some experience in how to put on and take off these complicated robes in ancient times, so his movements were very quick, and he untied Wen Rulan's shirt with three strokes.

Under the open placket, white and well-proportioned skin is revealed.Although Wen Rulan's figure is thin, he is not skinny. He is just right, like a sculpture carefully crafted by an artist. Every muscle line reveals a slender beauty.

But Meng Xing had no time to pay attention, all his attention was focused on the sword wound.He had only been shot by an arrow not long ago, and he knew how painful this bruised wound was, but Wen Rulan's sword wound was obviously worse than his one.Every time he was injured, Wen Rulan took care of him very carefully and reciprocated, so Meng Xing deliberately lightened his movements and carefully poured the medicine on the wound.

But no matter how careful you are, it is expected to be very painful.Meng Xing suddenly thought of a way. When the attention is diverted, the pain will often be weakened.

So while continuing what he was doing, he raised his head, trying to distract Wen Rulan with a few words.

But when he raised his head, he found that he didn't need to distract at all, Wen Rulan's eyes were fixed on his open collar.

When Meng Xing changed his clothes before, he just put his clothes on his body and did not fasten them. Then Wen Rulan vomited blood suddenly, and he hurried over to catch her. So right now, his condition is similar to Wen Rulan's, with his clothes disheveled and his lapels twitching. wide open.

He had no distracting thoughts when he applied the medicine for Wen Rulan, but Wen Rulan's eyes were dark and explicit, tracing the contours of his muscles with his eyes, touching all the way from the chest muscles to the abdominal muscles, and there was a tendency to go further down.

Although the mind-reading skills were gone, Meng Xing seemed to hear the pornographic literature resounding in his heart.

Meng Xing: "..."

Forget it, who made him a wounded person.Meng Xing thought to himself, and let Wen Rulan take advantage of her with her gaze.

This diversion of attention was very successful. When Meng Xing finished applying the medicine and bandaged it, Wen Rulan didn't even realize it. It wasn't until Meng Xing reminded him that he finally came back to his senses, and then looked away as if nothing had happened. Meng Xing's gaze interrupted the literary creation in his mind.

After regaining consciousness this time, Wen Rulan realized belatedly that the white cloth used to bandage her chest had been tied into a big bow by Meng Xing. The bow was beautiful, but it really didn't match his identity as a Demon Lord.

Wen Rulan frowned, obviously she didn't like the bow tie very much, she reached out and wanted to untie the bow tie.

Seeing this, Meng Xing deliberately put on an innocent and frustrated expression: "I'm not very good at bandaging, doesn't your lord like it?"

Wen Rulan's outstretched hand froze in the air, he struggled for a moment, and finally withdrew his hand as it was, and said against his will, "It's okay."

I really can't say what I like, so he can only use these two words to vaguely pass it.

Meng Xing was about to laugh so hard that he couldn't hold back anymore, but he still put on a serious face and said considerately, "If Your Majesty likes it, I'll help you change your medicine tomorrow."

Wen Rulan: "..."

Neither does he agree, nor does he disagree.In the end, I had no choice but to find an excuse and bring up the topic: "It's late at night, let's rest."

As he said that, he took out a brand new dress from the storage bag and put it on for himself, firmly covered the bow on his chest, closed his eyes, and entered a trance state.

Meng Xing also crossed his legs in a similar manner, and carefully explored the devilish energy in his body.Although he is a war scum, he has not given up on himself. What if he suddenly wakes up and breaks through in one fell swoop?

There is no such suddenness. Others put their whole body and soul into meditation, absorbing the aura floating in the world, introducing it into the body and transforming it into magic energy to circulate in the meridians. He fell asleep while spinning, and his posture changed from Sitting cross-legged turned into staggering and falling to the ground.

And impartially, her head rested on Wen Rulan's lap.

Wen Rulan was forced to wake up from a state of trance, looking at the mature man lying on her lap, thinking in her heart that she should push this man who dared to offend her away, and when her hand really came to the other side, but He just helped Meng Xing straighten the broken hair on his forehead, and slightly adjusted his sitting posture to make him sleep more comfortably.

He didn't practice any more, he just looked at Meng Xing's sleeping profile by the flames of the bonfire, the serious injury seemed to have become irrelevant at once, his brows and eyes became soft unconsciously, and his fingers stretched into the other's hair , gently stroking.

The night passed quickly, and Meng Xing felt that he hadn't had enough sleep, so he was suddenly woken up from his sleep.

He was a little confused when he first woke up, and was about to ask a question when someone covered his mouth.

"Hush." ​​Wen Rulan sat behind Meng Xing, holding Meng Xing in her arms, covered Meng Xing's mouth with one hand, put one hand to his lips, and softly "shh" behind Meng Xing's ear.

Meng Xing's mind immediately regained consciousness, and he realized that something must have happened.

While obediently keeping quiet, he suddenly remembered that the bonfire was still lit, and the fire could easily attract the attention of the enemy, so he hurriedly wanted to extinguish the bonfire.

Wen Rulan noticed this at the same time. Before Meng Xing moved, he grasped it with five fingers, and the bonfire on the ground seemed to be hit by a gust of wind, and the fire was instantly extinguished by the wind.

After the bonfire was extinguished, Meng Xing held his breath and wanted to hear the outside world, but unfortunately he couldn't hear anything, and his spiritual consciousness was so weak that it was almost non-existent.

But Wen Rulan was different. He frowned slightly, and with his divine sense, he detected the person he least wanted to meet among all righteous monks——Gu Feng.

Although it was still in the early stages of the Mahayana period, Gu Feng, who slashed that sword, was much stronger in terms of strength than those sect leaders in the Dzogchen realm of the Mahayana period.

Wen Rulan was defeated in the prime of life, and when he met the opponent at this moment, naturally there would be no miraculous counterattack. After all, how could God help a monster like him?

He was looking for a way out.At night, when Meng Xing was fast asleep, he had already set up a blindfold at the entrance of the cave, so Meng Xing was able to sleep until now, otherwise the group of monks passing by the entrance of the cave at night would have discovered them long ago.

But that's only because the monks who passed by were not strong enough. This restriction can be hidden from them, but Gu Feng may not be able to. Wen Rulan doesn't dare to underestimate this orthodox elite at all. It's best to avoid it. .

As for how to avoid it... In fact, when Wen Rulan realized that Gu Feng was nearby, an idea automatically popped up in her mind based on her previous thinking inertia.

Tune the tiger away from the mountain.What to use to tune the tiger?Isn't the little devil in his hand a ready-made bait?

He could infuse Meng Xing with his own demonic energy to attract the attention of Gu Feng and others, and then trick Meng Xing to stay alone while he left far away.

Then he could escape successfully. As for what would happen to Meng Xing in the end, of course he was found by those righteous monks who were caught in the trap and used them to vent their anger and kill him.

This is Wen Rulan's consistent way of thinking, completely self-centered, and other people can use it as a pawn, including blood relatives.

If anyone else had been with him today, he would have adopted the plan with the greatest chance of success.But Meng Xing's words...Wen Rulan looked at the man with her mouth covered in her arms with complicated eyes, not to mention that she was really using him as bait, just thinking that Meng Xing might be caught by those chasing men. The orthodox monk who killed himself killed him along the way, which made him furious.

He had to take the other party and leave together. Although this would greatly increase the difficulty of his escape, and even cause him to be overtaken by righteous monks, as long as this person was Meng Xing, he would not have a second choice.

"Follow me, don't make a sound." Wen Rulan whispered in Meng Xing's ear when she noticed that Gu Feng was getting closer and closer.

Meng Xing nodded, although he was still out of the loop and had no idea what enemies were outside.

Wen Rulan held Meng Xing's palm and pulled him into the cave together.

In fact, this cave does not have only one exit, it is very deep inside, and it seems to be connected to the depths of the mountain, but Meng Xing just carried Wen Rulan to a place tens of meters away from the entrance of the cave, because it was deep and dark inside, so he couldn't tell what it was. The lair of monsters, he is such a war scum, he will die if he meets a righteous monk, and he will die if he meets a monster, so Meng Xing didn't dare to go too deep.

In fact, Wen Rulan was also worried about this. In his state, he was fine when he encountered ordinary monsters, but he would die when he encountered strong ones.

But right now there is no choice, this is the only way out for him and Meng Xing.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-05-2200:23:43~2020-05-2301:27:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: ghoul, I molested one ghost at the grave;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: often 20 bottles; 5 bottles of blueberry jam; 2 bottles of one-year-old Wangcai duck; 1 bottle of Baiyefutu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!