Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Zhang Fengxi died, as for how he died, it all depends on a pen, the official document issued by the Ministry of Punishment said that he was exhausted, contracted a serious disease, and died without treatment.

Those who went to bury the corpses came back and whispered that there was a purple-black mark on the neck of a person suffering from a serious disease, and his tongue was protruding. It was an unheard of disease.

In the Lin Mansion, Lynch was lying on the bed, his eyelashes were tightly closed, his face was sickly red, and his lips were chapped due to heat. A pair of bony hands scooped up a spoonful of warm water and fed it to Lynch's lips. Delirious, he only drank a little water, but most of the water spilled out, barely wet his lips, but more flowed to his clean chin.

Han Feng wiped the water off his chin with the back of his hand, and stared at Lin Qi with heavy eyes.

That day, during the dispute between Han Feng and Lin Qi, Zhang Fengxi died. It was hard to say who died at the hands of both of them, or it would be more appropriate to say that it was at the hands of the two of them.

Lynch... spotless Lynch...

How dared and why did he drag Lynch from the Snowy Peak into purgatory.

Since that day, Lynch has been burning for two days and two nights without waking up.

Han Feng's heart was as scorched as earth, thoughts in his head were chaotic, he couldn't care about the affairs of the Criminal Department, his mind was full of Lynch, he really wished he could die.

To live a new life, it is good to be far away from Lynch. He wants Lynch's name to shine in the world. Doesn't he know that the officialdom is dangerous, and if he really keeps his heart in the ups and downs, what will happen?How many survived dare to say that they are clean?

Lynch's temperament is simply not suitable for survival in the officialdom.

Why was he so wishful thinking, why did he live a new life... still didn't make any progress.

Han Feng dropped the porcelain spoon into the bowl, lowered his head and buried his face in Lynch's dry palm, unconsciously moistening Lynch's palm.

The attendant came over with a new basin of warm water, saw the scene inside the house, quietly put the basin on the shelf at the entrance of the house, and stepped back lightly.

Lynch is in a nightmare.

He dreamed that the synthetic man was liberated, he woke up from the petri dish, awakened his spiritual power, and was told that he no longer had to do housekeeping as his life goal.

Lynch is at a loss - he can only do housekeeping.

After joining the school, Lynch began to re-explore his own identity. He was very serious and worked hard, but he was still confused and couldn't see where his future was.

Lynch tried his best to pass the test and became a coordinator. His life seemed to finally have a purpose. Don't embarrass the synth, go to the task with heart, and take a star employee's medal back and put it on display.

It's a pity that not only did he fail to achieve his goal, but he made a mess, and all the male protagonists he assisted were blackened.

He doesn't quite understand what the blackening value is. In the words of the system, it is the opposite of the direction set by the world. The opportunity for blackening is his death.

Lynch has never realized this very deeply. What is blackening is vague in his consciousness. Now he understands that in an instant, everything he once believed in collapses. This is a The beginning of breaking and reshaping a person, the pain of flesh and blood pouring back.

He opened his heavy eyelids, looked down and saw Han Feng lying on his palm, he sighed lightly, it turns out that there has never been real empathy in this world, and some can only be experienced personally.

"Han Feng..." Lynch said, and found that his throat was very dry and sore.

Han Feng raised his head suddenly, his face was still wet, and he didn't care about his distressed appearance, "Zifei, you're awake!"

Lynch nodded slightly, and slightly parted his chapped lips. Han Feng understood immediately, poured warm water to feed Lynch, and supported Lynch's back with one hand, "Slow down, take your time."

Lin Qi was very thirsty, and he felt better after drinking a whole cup of warm water, his throat was not so painful, and he leaned against Han Feng's shoulder weakly.

"More?" Han Fengwen said, his tone full of anxious concern.

Lynch nodded with half-closed eyes.

Han Feng put him down carefully, and hurriedly poured water again. He poured too quickly, and a lot of water was spilled on his hands. He hurried back to the bed, and carefully helped Lin Qi up, "Here comes the water."

Lin Qi closed his eyes, and opened his lips in peace of mind. The porcelain cup fell to his lips, he opened his mouth, and warm water flowed into his mouth. Lin Qi drank more than half of the glass of water before moving his lips. He took the cup away, and supported Lin Qi with one hand, but he was at a loss, and said with difficulty: "Zifei..."

Lynch opened his eyes, he hadn't opened them for two days, his eyes were a little blurred, he curled his lips with difficulty, "I'm fine."

Han Feng remained silent, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Zhang Fengxi, are you dead?" Lynch asked softly.

The muscles on Han Feng's cheeks trembled, and he gave a light 'um'.

Lin Qi raised his hand and gently placed it on the back of Han Feng's hand. Han Feng was shocked and turned his head to look at Lin Qi who was leaning on his shoulder. I'll do it together."

"No—" Han Feng covered his hand with his backhand, and squeezed his hand tightly. Lin Qi felt hot, and his hand was very hot, and Han Feng's hand was hotter than his, "It has nothing to do with you, it's me... ..."

Lynch shook it back slightly, and said softly, "Stop talking."

Han Feng's heart felt as if a hot rock had rolled over him. He didn't know what to say or what to do, but his eyes were astringent and painful, and a tear slid down his cheek.

Lynch stared at the teardrop, and said softly, "Last time you were lying here with a fever, and cried a lot to me, brother Han, did I make you so sad?"

Han Feng held his hand tightly, unable to restrain his emotions, he couldn't help but raised his hand and put Lynch's hand under his lips to peck, his throat was choked, and he was still speechless. He wanted to say too much, but instead he couldn't say anything. Exit, for Lynch's mind, how can it be clear in a few words?

Han Feng's tears and soft lips moistened Lynch's hand, Lynch leaned quietly on his shoulder, looked at Han Feng softly and remained silent.

"Zifei," Han Feng said hoarsely, "I am not a gentleman."

Lynch blinked slowly and smiled, "Me too."

Han Feng wanted to say more, but Lin Qi interrupted: "Can I stay overnight today?"

Lynch lay in bed for two days, sweating profusely. Han Fengyi took care of him for two days, but it was not much better.

The servant came over with the bathtub, and Lin Qi said to Han Feng, "Brother Han, please help me."

Han Feng couldn't figure out Lynch's current thoughts, he hesitated for a while, and then leaned over and picked up Lynch who was covered in the quilt. He hugged Lynch, and his heart trembled again. Lynch had lost a lot of weight, and his arms could Feeling the thin bones on Lin Qi's back, this touch...it was so much like the mass grave that night, Han Feng staggered a bit, Lynch coughed lightly, and then called Han Feng back from his imagination.

"Sorry." Han Feng said dumbly.

"Am I too heavy?" Lynch joked.

Han Feng lowered his head, his eyes were slightly watery, "It's too light."

Taking off Lin Qi's jacket with his own hands, Han Feng glanced at Lin Qi's upper body, his thinness made him feel distressed, Han Feng was proud all his life, but he couldn't stop his heartache and tears when he saw Lin Qi.

Lynch shivered, "It's a little cold."

Han Feng woke up like a dream, and hurriedly hugged him into the bathtub half as tall as a person.

Lynch let out a sigh of relief while sitting in the hot water. Han Feng silently picked up the silk cloth hanging on the tub, rolled up his sleeves and soaked them to scrub Lynch.

Lynch leaned back, half-closed his eyes, and slowly heaved his chest.

Han Feng's hand lingered on Lin Qi's neck for a long time, but he still didn't dare to put it down. He whispered: "Zifei, I'd better ask your guards to come in and serve you."

"I'm not used to it." Lynch opened his eyes, tilted his head slightly, his smile was blurred, "I'm not used to outsiders looking at me."

Han Feng's mind was buzzing, and he blurted out, "What about me?"

Lynch raised his arm in the water, wetly touched Han Feng's face, "You are different."

From the moment he fell into a coma, Lynch swore in his heart that he would not bear it any longer. The characters can be faked, but there is no framework for the characters' feelings. Could it be that cold and reserved people won't be tempted?Wouldn't it be crazy to love someone?

He just loves him!What's wrong!

The small world did not show the slightest sign of collapse and tremor.

Only Han Feng stayed where he was, and Lynch seemed to be a little different. He couldn't resist, lowered his head and dropped the silk from his hand in a panic.

It's not the time to be charming and ambiguous. Han Feng knew that he was out of time again, but he could never control his feelings for Lynch. In his previous life, he could lie dormant for many years in order to bring down Yan Fuzhao, but in front of Lynch, he was a little bit You can't pretend for a moment, you can't restrain yourself.

Han Feng's hands trembled, Lynch's eyes followed his wrists and landed on his chest, the wet silk seemed to weigh a thousand pieces of gold, moving very slowly, the milky white trousers floated quietly in the water, Han Feng When Feng's nose became hot, he raised his hand to wipe it, and it turned bright red. He subconsciously looked at Lynch.

Lynch kept looking at him, but now he just smiled.

Han Feng's heart was on fire, and the hot magma was ignited by Lynch's smile, and various tastes of ups and downs were reflected in his heart. The fire suddenly lit up.

With his heart moving, Han Feng suddenly leaned over and pecked Lynch on the lips lightly.

The action was so fast that the smile on Lynch's face hadn't disappeared yet.

Han Feng's eyes were apprehensive, and he met Lynch's eyes, "I thought I would never say this in my life, but I..."

Lin Qi experienced it with him, and Han Feng didn't need to say those complicated emotions, Lin Qi's gaze had already told Han Feng: He understands everything.

"I am pleased with you."

When Han Feng finally said it, he was relieved for a moment, as if he was reborn.

Han Feng had never really woken up from the snow in that mass grave, only at this moment did he really feel that he had lived a new life.

Han Feng laughed, and repeated firmly: "I like you." While laughing, tears came to his eyes again.

Why is the treacherous minister so crying?

Lynch curled his lips, smiling with tears in his eyes, "I—so do I."