Slag Reconstruction System

Mu Xin only touched on the topic, and then said softly: "Master, since you have a fever, this disciple will go and decoct the medicine for you."

After finishing speaking, he got up, glanced at the clothes thrown to a corner by Xing Wufeng from the corner of his eye, he paused, walked over and bent down to pick them up.

A man's hoarse voice came from behind: "Just put the clothes away."

"No need." Mu Xin glanced at him lightly, "It's better for the disciple to wash your clothes for you."

Xing Wufeng couldn't tell what Mu Xin was thinking, if he knew what happened to him by Xie Zi, why didn't he respond at all, and still wanted to wash his clothes?clothing?By the way, his clothes were still stained with Xie Zi's pimples, if Mu Xin saw it, how could he continue to be a master.

He immediately stopped him and said: "Xin'er, it's really unnecessary, let the teacher wash this clothes." Of course, he definitely won't keep this disgusting clothes, he has to find a way to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces.

Seeing the man's insistence, Mu Xin's eyes turned to the black robe he was holding in his hand, his hands were quietly tightened, but a gentle and kind smile appeared on his face: "In this way, the disciple will not argue with the master." Here." He put the clothes on the chair.

Xing Wufeng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, please rest well, the disciple will leave first." Mu Xin bowed.

Just about to turn around, Xing Wufeng said tentatively: "Xin'er, that matter...don't mention it to anyone."

Hearing the words, Mu Xin fixedly looked at the man, but saw an unspeakable expression on his face.

He narrowed his eyes and said: "Master, please rest assured, the disciple will definitely keep this secret for the master."

When Mu Xin left, Xing Wufeng still had a look of astonishment on his face.

What Mu Xin meant was to indirectly show that he knew he was being raped by Xie Ziqiang?

What a shame!

Because Mu Xin knew his secret, Xing Wufeng tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, his head hurt from thinking about it.

The master was raped by his apprentice, and Mu Xin knew about such a shameful thing, how could he face Mu Xin?

He was depressed, he was resentful, he was entangled, and finally he had a quick lunch, squinted his eyes, and forced himself to fall asleep.

Thinking about luck, maybe after he slept, he found that everything was just a dream of his.

That is impossible.

When Xing Wufeng opened his eyes again, Mu Xin came in at some point, holding a bowl of black medicinal soup in his hand, the thick smell of traditional Chinese medicine almost choked his nose.

Mu Xin: "Master, you're awake."

Xing Wufeng waved his hand under his nose, "This is the medicinal soup you made? Will it be very bitter?"

God knows that he is most afraid of drinking Chinese medicine.

"Good medicine is bitter." Mu Xin smiled slightly: "Besides, I prepared this for the master." The boy took out a brocade handkerchief from his cuff.

When the other party opened the brocade handkerchief, Xing Wufeng took a closer look, and it turned out that there were several crystal-clear sugar cubes inside.

I don't know when Mu Xin prepared it, but it's considered intentional.

Xing Wufeng nodded slightly, squinting his eyes in satisfaction, "Xin'er is still caring." He reached out and took the medicinal soup handed over by the young man, glanced at the traditional Chinese medicine that was mixed with ink, and finally wrinkled his face and pinched his nose with one hand , Swallowed with black eyes.

Don't mention the taste, it sells more.soul.

He opened his mouth subconsciously, and was about to take a few breaths when two sugar cubes were suddenly stuffed into his mouth by a young man. In an instant, the bitter taste was diluted by the sweetness of the sugar cubes. After a few seconds, only Under the lick.

Xing Wufeng sucked the sugar cube with relish, while Mu Xin watched quietly from the side.

Seeing the man narrowing his eyes slightly with an expression of enjoyment on his face, his eyes suddenly became thicker, as if there was a black vortex circling inside.

"Master, I have prepared something for you."

A young man's gentle voice came from his ear, and Xing Wufeng turned his face away with a satisfied smile.

When he saw clearly what the young man was holding in his hand, he was taken aback, "This is?"

"This is a wound medicine that my disciple specially bought from the market. It is less irritating than ordinary sore medicine, and has a delicate and refreshing texture." Mu Xin explained patiently.

Xing Wufeng: "..." Isn't that what he thought?

The next moment, Mu Xin confirmed the conjecture in his heart, "Master, let the disciple apply the medicine."

Xing Wufeng's lips twitched, his limbs were stiff, and the smile on his face could no longer be maintained.

He wanted to take back what he had just said about his caring, how can this be called caring, it's like opening a pot without mentioning it.

With a dark face, he said coldly: "Thank you Xin'er for your concern, you can leave this tube of ointment."

Mu Xin was very insistent on this matter, "Master, the place where your injury is too secretive, why don't you let the disciple heal you personally?"

Why is this kid so stubborn? He even said no.

Xing Wufeng suppressed the rising anger in his heart, only to feel another throbbing pain coming from the place behind him.He stubbornly held back the ecstasy of pain, his face remained calm.

"I'm sleepy, Xin'er, please go back."

Mu Xin glanced at him, turned around, walked to the door, and stopped.

Tilting his head slightly, he said in a low voice: "Since the master doesn't want the disciple to do it for him, then the disciple should ask other brothers to come and help the master apply the medicine."

"you dare!"

Xing Wufeng got excited and accidentally pulled the split back. The expression on his face was distorted immediately.

Mu Xin turned around and looked at him silently, "Master, this disciple is for your own good. If it is not treated in time, it may cause serious illness."

Xing Wufeng is not worried about any complications, he is not a three-year-old child, how can he be fooled by Mu Xin with just a few words.

However, he was not an idiot, and he recognized the threat in Mu Xin's words.

Once he disagrees, Mu Xin will tell everyone that he was raped by Xie Ziqiang, and his face will never be regained.

When two evils meet, choose the lesser, Xing Wufeng gritted his teeth and said: "If so, then there will be trouble."

God knows that when he said this, his heart was bleeding silently.

Only then did Mu Xin show a faint smile again, "Master, I will definitely be gentler."

Xing Wufeng glanced at him depressedly, turned over and lay down on the bed, "Xin'er, come on."

His eyes fell on the man's upturned buttocks, and Mu Xin's eyes flashed with burning heat, and then he closed his eyes to hide the emotions he shouldn't have.He put the door on the back door, and after making sure that no one outside could open the door, he walked towards the man step by step.

Xing Wufeng buried his face in the quilt, barely covering the embarrassing blush on his face.

To show his butt in front of his disciples, Xing Wufeng asked himself that he was not yet so strong enough to bear it.

At this time, he was only wearing a white undershirt, so it was very convenient for Mu Xin to lift his clothes up.Xing Wufeng felt his butt cool, and the chrysanthemum shrank involuntarily when it touched the cold air.

The next moment, the boy's fiery palm came up.

"Master, spread your legs apart." The voice became rough for some reason.

Xing Wufeng frowned, feeling strange, just hoped that the medicine would be finished soon, so he suppressed his unhappiness and slowly separated his legs.

Mu Xin's eyes locked tightly on the shy place, only to see that it was small and a little red and swollen, maybe the person under him was a little nervous, and it shrank there, which was very cute.

He involuntarily stretched out his white and slender index finger, picked up a large lump of ointment on his fingertips, and stretched it towards the man's place.

"Well……"

The stinging and swollen place was touched with cool ointment, Xing Wufeng was shocked, and his buttocks trembled.

"Master, don't be nervous, it's just my finger."

The boy's soothing voice came from behind.

Xing Wufeng's voice came out muffled from under the quilt: "Xin'er, your finger—" Fuck, he thought he just needed to put the medicine on the chrysanthemum, but who told him to insert his finger into it? ?

The young man looked calm: "Master, your insides are a little wet, I think you haven't cleaned them up."

When the man heard this, he was taken aback for a moment. Could it be that he didn't wash off the liquid when he took a shower?

Xing Wufeng's ears turned red, "Xin'er, it's dirty inside, I'll do it myself...uh..." He snorted and clenched the quilt tightly with both hands.

This Mu Xin, unexpectedly inserted his finger in without heeding what he said.

As soon as the fingertips entered the moist, hot and soft body, Mu Xin's eyes changed. The original warm eyes disappeared, replaced by anger and scorn.He didn't wait for the man to get used to it, and began to thrust his fingers into his body wantonly.

Because his back was facing him, Xing Wufeng couldn't see the expression on the boy's face.

"Well... that's enough..."

The man snorted hoarsely, feeling a strange stuffy feeling coming from his body.The ointment melted into his body, and he didn't feel any pain, but the disobedience made him feel uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"Master, lift your butt up a little, there are some places I can't reach." Mu Xin said hoarsely.

Xing Wufeng bit his lower lip, "Xin'er, I think it's much better there as a teacher, you...uh...you can take out your fingers now."

"No." Mu Xin was admiring the scene where the man was puffing out his fingers, his eyes were stained with blush, he quietly withdrew his fingertips, then dug a lot of ointment, put his index finger and middle finger together, and pounded it in hard .

His body froze suddenly, and Xing Wufeng couldn't help opening his mouth wide, panting silently.

He felt that his current situation was a bit weird, didn't he apply medicine to him, why did he treat him...

A certain point behind him was attacked continuously, Xing Wufeng's lower body became hot, and a certain point stood up tremblingly.

The author has something to say: I fell asleep in the middle of the code last night, and kept the little angel waiting for a long time. I will continue to code the next chapter and post it at four or five o'clock