Peerless Junior Uncle

He got up and went to the window, but there was no familiar figure in his field of vision, not even half of it.Looking at the emptiness, suddenly, it seemed that he was the only one in the world, alone.A sense of loneliness arises spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.Fu Qingcheng's subordinates were holding the window coffin tightly, and there was no expression on their faces.

It's ridiculous, how could such a feeling of loneliness appear in him, he is the host of the Sirius, and he was destined to be alone, so why would he be lonely?What an irony!

The sky was covered by thick dark clouds, and it soon became dark. After all, Fu Qingcheng took off the oil-paper umbrella on one side and went out.

The raindrops hit his face and slid down his face, quickly turning into a dark red mixed with muddy water.A sense of fatigue from the nerves ravaged his body, his eyelids were heavy, and he always wanted to close them, but he couldn't.

Raising his still-movable right hand to wipe the rain off his face, He Tingge sat down leaning against a tree closest to him, which touched the wound on his back for a moment. He cursed secretly: "Damn!" After such a pain, he suddenly regained consciousness.

Few places on his body were intact, the cloth on his chest was torn, blood was still oozing from several hideous wounds, and there were also many wounds on his thighs, fortunately not deep, but it was a bit shocking to look at.

On the grass not far away lay two creatures that looked like growing wolves, dying.Upon closer inspection, its coat color is shiny, but it is actually two lynxes.Washed by the rain, a red stream gradually formed on the grass, and a broken wooden stick was stuck on the ground, and bright red shreds of meat were still hanging on the wooden thorn at the broken place.

He Tingge leaned back against the tree trunk and took a deep breath of the moisture containing a lot of rainwater. His dry throat was suddenly irritated by the cold water stains, and it hurt for a while, and he couldn't help coughing.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and spat out bloodshot rainwater.tired!Apart from this word, he really has no other feeling. The pain in his body has long been numb. He tried to support the trunk to stand up, but his feet slipped, and he sat down heavily on the ground again. This time, he never stood up again. strength.

One person, one who is just a teenager, and two lynxes of the same size, if it hadn't been for the fact that they haven't slackened their efforts these days, I am really afraid that I will explain it here.He Tingge raised his eyelids but was hit by the rain and lowered his head again.

It's really unlucky, originally I just wanted to hunt a rabbit or something, but in the end, who knew that I would encounter such a thing.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a piece of paper on the ground, which was splashed with rainwater. He Tingge frowned slightly, and reached out to pick it up. After looking at it, he couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

It turned out to be the map drawn by Fu Qingcheng,

"Heh..." He Tingge glanced at the blueprint in his hand, smiled wryly and hooked the corners of his lips. Why is this thing still on his body? Thinking of his hands, he folded the paper with one hand and stuffed it into his bosom.Then he said to himself: "Fu Qingcheng, don't you want to be my god? I'm dying, where are you?"

"Seeing you like this, I suddenly feel that being your god is quite stressful." A familiar voice suddenly sounded in the cold rain.

He Tingge tilted his head and gave a wry smile. It seemed that the tense nerve suddenly relaxed, and his whole body seemed to fall into an abyss. When his eyes went dark, he lost consciousness.

Fu Qingcheng's sky-blue clothes were stained with a little bit of spring mud. He held a few green plants in his hand, pinched He Tingge's chin with one hand, and stuffed the leaves of the plants into the other's mouth: "Crush it, hold it."

In a daze, He Tingge bit the leaf, and suddenly frowned: "Bah! Fu Qingcheng, you fucking want to poison me to death! It's so bitter!" Although the voice was weak, it was clear to the ear.

Fu Qingcheng did not change his face, and tore off the leaves from the plant again: "If you can know suffering, you will not die." After speaking, he stuffed those leaves into He Tingge's mouth again: "Don't spit."

He Tingge dodged his head in resistance, but was pushed back. The thing was bitter. If you think about it, even the fainted people would be stimulated to wake up. Just thinking about it would make their tongue numb.

And He Tingge didn't know what happened, so he played his temper uncharacteristically and spit out those leaves one by one again.

Fu Qingcheng frowned: "Do you want to die?"

He Tingge didn't even open his eyes, Fu Qingcheng had no choice but to pick up the leaf in his hand and took a bite, sure enough!Bitter home!But he also frowned slightly, then bit it into pieces, brushed He Tingge's face with one hand, and gently pressed it against his tightly closed lips.

He Tingge was afraid that Fu Qingcheng would feed him those bitter leaves again, so he pursed his lips tightly.Suddenly there was a faint chill, and in the next second, a piece of coolness covered his lips.All of a sudden, the fingertips tensed up in a nerve reflex, and his eyes opened suddenly, and it was that handsome face that caught his eyes. Facing those clear eyes, He Tingge was startled, opened his mouth slightly, and slammed down For a moment, his eyes were covered by a cold hand, and a ball of bitter stuff was put into his mouth, but this time, He Tingge forgot to spit it out.

"Keep it in your mouth, don't spit again." Fu Qingcheng put his other hand around He Tingge's mouth, and the palm covering his eyes felt tickled by eyelashes, "Shut up and go to sleep."

He Tingge closed his eyes subconsciously, he was surprisingly obedient, and he didn't spit out those leaves.

Fu Qingcheng wiped the water droplets off his face, and the umbrella was placed on top of He Tingge's head, but it couldn't cover himself too much, and half of his body was already drenched.However, just use internal force to dry it, and it will be as dry as ever in an instant.

He quickly bandaged the serious wound on He Tingge's body, and then pulled him up from the ground. He was so heavy that he fell asleep. It turned out that he really fell asleep.

Picking up the person on his back, Fu Qingcheng wiped the water from his face and sighed: "I really owe you."

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In a daze, He Tingge felt that his body was chilly, but he also felt that his whole body was hot and uncomfortable.

There seemed to be those grass leaves in his mouth, and he just wanted to move, but the wounds on his body were painful.

"Are you awake?" Fu Qingcheng's cold voice rang in his ears.

He Tingge opened his eyes with difficulty, but there was darkness in front of his eyes, the only yellow halo was still behind him. At this moment, He Tingge was lying on the bed, and Fu Qingcheng's wheelchair was right beside his head.

Seeing him open his eyes, Fu Qingcheng took a small basin and put it in front of He Tingge: "Throw it up."

He Tingge had long been numb, and turned his head to spit out the bitter leaves in his mouth, but he had no sense of taste for a long time.However, before He Tingge could turn his head back, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and suddenly his throat felt sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood into the basin.

Fu Qingcheng's complexion remained unchanged, and he took the basin away: "There is blood on the chest, and the leaves of Shitian are a bit bitter, but the blood can be drawn out, and it is much better now."

He Tingge wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel, and after hearing what Fu Qingcheng said, he really didn't feel the dull pain he had before.

"Thank you." He Tingge said softly, turning his head to look at Fu Qingcheng, who was holding a bottle of plaster, and in the other hand, rubbed the ointment on himself with gauze: "No need, just remember my sesame oil money. "The expression is serious, as if something really happened.

etc!He Tinge glanced back at himself abruptly: "Damn!" and cursed.No wonder he felt chilly all over his body. It turned out that he was lying on his stomach completely naked, and Fu Qingcheng applied medicine to the scars on his waist without changing his face.

"Hey you!"

Fu Qingcheng paused, and turned to look at He Tingge: "What to do, I've already done it before." The implication: "I've seen you all."

He Tingge's face turned pale when he heard the words, and then a hint of embarrassment appeared, he gritted his teeth, but did not say anything after all.Looking back, I can't even move now because it hurts, otherwise I would definitely jump up and point at Fu Qingcheng's nose...but then again, if it wasn't for a human, I don't know what would happen.

In fact, it is not that He Tingge has not been seen by others. He used to go to the Songhua River to take a bath with Haitang, Tang Yuzhen and other brothers. He grew up to be in his twenties. Although he has never slept with a woman, he still has time to spend of.It’s not enough to feel terrible when you are naked in front of others.However, when he thought of the other party becoming Fu Qingcheng, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

He Tingge had a fever, and his whole body was burning hot.Fu Qingcheng knew that he might have caught a cold, and his hands moved quickly. After applying the ointment a few times, he pulled the quilt over and corrected it: "Lie down, don't move around, the wound on your back is too deep, you just lie down sleep."

After finishing speaking, he urged the wheelchair to take away the candle on the bedside, and returned after a while. Without a word, he went to bed and pushed himself into the bed, leaning his legs against He Tingge. The cold touch made He Tingge shudder. Shivering, but this coldness dissipated the heat from his body a bit.

He Tingge frowned slightly as he watched Fu Qingcheng lying down beside him with a natural look on his face.

"Complementary and mutual assistance." Fu Qingcheng lay down and put his cold body close to He Tingge's hot skin: "That kind of ointment will itch when you apply it, and the more it gets hotter, the more itchy, do you want to add some new wounds to your bad wounds? "

He Tingge didn't speak, but stretched out his hand and pulled Fu Qingcheng's cold stone-like legs towards him.

"Be careful of the wound." Fu Qingcheng was dissatisfied: "If it breaks open, I will trouble uncle."

"Go to sleep." He Tingge closed his eyes and turned his face to the other side and whispered.

Fu Qingcheng leaned on He Tingge's shoulder without saying anything, and gently closed his eyes. In fact, under the severe pain in his legs at this moment, he couldn't sleep at all.