Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

When I returned to the Xia Mansion, the sun was already slanting towards the west, and the lanterns in front of the Xia Mansion's gate were not lit. From a distance, it seemed lifeless.

Yan Qiaotian jumped into the Xia Mansion from the back door, and there was no sound in the mansion, and it was dead silent. This was what he had expected a long time ago, but where did Wu Fugan go?Could it be that he was caught by the other party?

Yan Qiaotian carefully pushed open the door of Wu Fuqian's room, and the first thing he saw was the large bloodstain on the table in front of him, like dazzling rays of light, which made his heart tangled up involuntarily.

After looking around the room, he turned around and was about to walk out of the house, but heard a slight noise outside, so he immediately extinguished the torch in his hand, quickly took the Qingming sword in his hand, and came to the courtyard with a low waist.

A black figure was looking around in the yard, Yan Qiaotian raised his sword and stabbed without thinking.

The other party obviously didn't expect there were people here, so he had to fight hastily as a last resort, but the other party seemed to be injured, Yan Qiaotian couldn't help asking, "Who are you?"

As soon as the voice came out, the other party couldn't wait to say: "If you want to kill me, you can do it blatantly. Anyway, dying by your hands is always my dream."

Yan Qiaotian immediately withdrew his long sword, walked quickly to the opponent and said anxiously with a little concern: "Are you injured? Let me see."

The night covered the smug smile on Wu Fuqian's face, and said, "What? You still know how to care about me, didn't you just want to kill me?"

"I thought it was..." Yan Qiaotian put the Qing Ming Sword back on his waist again.

Wu Fuqian went to pull Yan Qiaotian's arm, but happened to touch the wound on Yan Qiaotian's chest. This pull caused the wound that was not painful to crack again, which made Yan Qiaotian back involuntarily.

"Are you injured?" Wu Fuqian sensed something sensitively, he grabbed Yan Qiaotian's body and said nervously, "I'll help you back to the house, let me see, where is the injury?"

Yan Qiaotian pushed him away and said, "I'm fine, but you, the blood in the room is yours?"

Wu Fuqian didn't force it, but just followed behind him, muttering, "Guess."

Yan Qiaotian didn't guess. After he opened the door and entered the room, he went straight to light the candles, and the room was brightened instantly. Wu Fuqian in front of him looked energetic, and he didn't look like he was injured at all.

"I should have thought about it, how could you be injured? In front of you, those people are completely vulnerable." Yan Qiaotian sat down at the table, lowered her head and reached out to press the wound on her chest.

It is estimated that the bandaging was not good at first, and because of the force just now, Yan Qiaotian's chest was gradually soaked with blood.

Wu Fuqian looked at the dazzling red, and his complexion suddenly turned pale. He stepped forward to support Yan Qiaotian's shoulder, and said, "Don't move, I'll help you look."

"No need, I can do it myself." Yan Qiaotian blocked Wu Fuqian's hand from reaching out to him, and said, "You go out first."

Wu Fuqian did not go out, but walked slowly to sit opposite him, then looked at him with a smile on his face and said, "What are you afraid of? It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Yan Qiaotian looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "What?"

"You forgot, we once took a bath together, didn't we?" After Wu Fuqian finished speaking, he raised his brows and showed an ambiguous smile at Yan Qiaotian.

Yan Qiaotian remembered that time at Aotianmen, when he accidentally fell into the bathtub.

"So there's nothing to be shy about, I've seen it all." Wu Fuqian said.

Yan Qiaotian looked at him dumbfounded, and said, "Since when did I become shy? Why does the taste change every time these words come into your mouth?"

"Then you want me to help you bandage?" Wu Fuqian stood up happily, and immediately jumped in front of Yan Qiaotian, wanting to take off his clothes.

But as soon as his hand touched the coat, Yan Qiaotian slapped it heavily, saying: "I will take it off myself, you go find some dry cloth."

Wu Fuqian had no choice but to withdraw his hands, with a disappointed expression on his face, he said: "Okay then, go and find some dry cloth for you."

"By the way, bring me another set of clothes. The clothes are on the cabinet in my room." Yan Qiaotian said.

"Okay, I get it, I'll be back soon, don't miss me." Wu Fuqian didn't forget to make a face at Yan Qiaotian before leaving.

Yan Qiaotian shook his head lightly, seeing Wu Fuqian's cynical expression, he really had nothing to say.

He assassinated Wu Fuqian a few days ago, and the doctor took some medicine for Wu Fuqian to change. Yan Qiaotian remembered that there should be a few packs left, so he slowly stood up and searched in the house.

By the time Wu Fuqian turned back, Yan Qiaotian had already applied the medicine and bandaged her, but the blood-soaked clothes had not been changed yet.

Wu Fuqian looked at his chest suspiciously and said, "This sword seems very dangerous?"

"It's not a sword, it's a dagger." Yan Qiaotian took the clothes from Wu Fuqian's hands. His one hand was a bit inconvenient, so it was Wu Fugan who stepped forward to help him change the dirty clothes and put on clean clothes again.

Wu Fuqian stood in front of Yan Qiaotian, staring at the wound on his chest in silence. He helped Yan Qiaotian get dressed and tied his belt very gently, until Yan Qiaotian looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Why? gone?"

Wu Fuqian put his arms around Yan Qiaotian's waist, showing a bitter smile and said, "Is that Xia Qingyan? Was she the one who attacked you?"

Yan Qiaotian sat down at the table again with his free hands, and said softly: "I don't want to mention the past."

Wu Fuqian walked up to him quickly, and said unhappily: "You are so kind to her, why should she treat you like this, even I can't bear to let you be wronged, how can she be willing?"

Yan Qiaotian raised his head and saw Wu Fuqian's angry eyes, and felt his heart soften. He said softly, "I'm not dead yet? Why are you so angry?"

Wu Fuqian's face darkened, he rolled Yan Qiaotian's eyes, and asked, "If someone wants to kill you, you won't hide. Usually, your martial arts are quite good, why is it so difficult to hide with a dagger?"

Yan Qiaotian kept looking down at the wound on his chest without saying a word.

Wu Fuqian couldn't sit still anymore, he lifted the stool under his feet and sat next to Yan Qiaotian, then grabbed his arm, stared at the wound with him and said: "Is it painful? I know it must be painful, because last time I It hurts."

"But you still didn't say a word about the pain." Yan Qiaotian raised his eyes slightly, looking at the handsome face so close, his heart beat faster and faster for no reason

Wu Fuqian chuckled and said, "I'm a man, how can I say it hurts."

"I'm a man too." Yan Qiaotian murmured while staring at him.

"I just like you as a man, and I won't let you go." Wu Fu moved his face closer, so close that he could clearly smell the bloody smell from Yan Qiaotian's body, as well as the aura that made him fall in love.

Yan Qiaotian smiled coldly and said, "But I don't like men."

"Yes, one day you will also like men." Wu Fuqian raised his eyebrows and said, "No one can resist my temptation."