Proudly follow your heart

The half-naked upper body radiated heat and pressed against Jun Zhanran's chest. His strong arms tightened him and held him in his arms.

Jun Zhanran struggled, but it didn't work, so he could only let it go.

Nangong Cang Ao looked down at him and closed his eyes, and also saw his bloodless face, under the dark night and firelight, he was sleepless.

He never felt that he needed protection. This man who could fight him in a wheelchair without losing the slightest bit was also a man. He was originally the best opponent and best friend.

Today, he can still be the best friend and the best opponent, but he clearly knows that everything is more than that, otherwise, how to explain his mood when he learned of his disappearance?

At the same time, he also knew that the Jun Zhanran in front of him was not the real him, the real him was hidden in a deeper place, hidden behind this indifferent mask, watching the person in his arms, Nangong Cangao remembered before leaving What Nangong Nian said to him.

The color in the eagle's eyes gradually became deep and unpredictable, but the hands seemed to have their own consciousness, and they did not relax at all.

Holding the poisoned and icy body in his arms, Nangong Cang Ao, known as the Eagle Commander, leaned against the wall and looked down at the person in his arms. The fire continued to burn in the distance, and his majestic and naked upper body In the firelight it becomes like golden red.

The two figures were not obvious amidst the noisy crowd, but there were always people in the Howling Eagle League who would glance at them from time to time to make sure that their leader was all right.

Looking from a distance, sitting and lying down, in a corner of the scene of the fire, these two people seem to be in another world, the noise of people around, the shouts of firefighters and the terrified cries of children are all far away from them, far away .

I don't understand why, but I always feel that this scene is very beautiful, so beautiful that people don't want to destroy it, Wen Rufeng grabbed his companion who was about to go forward, "Leader has been very busy these days, let him have a good rest with Master Jun .”

The man nodded and left. Other members of the Eagle Screaming League turned their heads one after another. They suddenly remembered that the leader of the alliance has been traveling all over the world for many years, and they seemed to have never seen him so quiet at this moment.

Nangong Cang Ao is always saving people, taking people, killing people, or on the way to a certain place.

Jun Zhanran slowly adjusted his breath, the strange thing is that the more difficult his body felt, the clearer his thoughts became. He heard what Wen Rufeng said not far away.

The fire was burning until it was red for half a day, and the nostrils were filled with the smell of ashes and smoke. In addition, there was the smell of a person, mixed with a little wine, a little bloody, and a little cold murderous air.

As if aware that he was still awake, a voice whispered in his ear, "Take a rest first, but don't sleep for too long, I'll call you a doctor when I find a place to rest..."

A pair of arms surrounded him, and the body temperature covered his cold body through his clothes, and the heat continued to flow in. This time, Jun Zhan let himself sink into the boundless darkness.

The fire was still going on, but at least the members of the Eagle Screaming League were able to put out the fire in time, and no catastrophe was caused. Only half of the rooms in the inn were burned down, and the surrounding residents were not affected by the fire.

The fire started in the middle of the night and lasted until the next morning.

When Jun Zhanran woke up, he was already in another place, the bed curtain in front of him was drooping, the tables and chairs on one side were neatly arranged, there was tea on the table, and the refreshments on the fine white porcelain dish looked very delicate, The room was very quiet.

"Are you awake?" A deep and pleasant voice made the air in the room flow again.

"I asked someone to find this restaurant nearby. I will rest here temporarily. You also need to rest." Nangong Cangao was beside the bed. The reason why Jun Zhanran didn't see him was because he was not standing, but Squat down in front of the bed.

"The doctor has come to see you. Your wound is fine, but don't let it get wet, especially the burn. The weather is hot and humid. After one night, I will change your medicine again."

As he spoke, he took off his trousers straight away, and said, "Your clothes and pants are all damaged, I have changed them for you and wiped your body."

No wonder his body became much lighter. In front of him was the curtain on top. Jun Zhanran looked at it steadily, and said lightly, "It's nothing, you've seen it anyway."

Seeing him wake up, Nangong Cangao was happy, and said slowly, intentionally or unintentionally: "Indeed, there is nothing on your body that I haven't seen before."

Jun Zhanran raised his eyebrows, and smiled slightly, "To each other."

Seeing him laugh, Nangong Cangao also laughed, and the hearty laughter lingered in the room for a long time. The relationship was somewhat awkward and subtle, but after this experience, it seemed to have changed again. Never mind.

He took off his trousers, and those legs that were unable to stand up appeared in front of Nangong Cang Ao again. They were pale and had no blood color. Now there was a scarlet wound, and a piece of blood red from the fire. Compared with Jun Zhanran's beautiful lines and clear textured upper body, it seems so uncoordinated.

It was not the first time Nangong Cang Ao saw him, he held up his left leg and put it on his lap, with no abnormal expression on his face.

There was a basin of water at the foot of the bed. He washed it around the wound, changed the medicine for Jun Zhanran, and wrapped it lightly with a thin cloth. Too tight, be careful yourself."

"You think I've never been injured? Of course I know that." That leg was in Nangong Cangao's hand, and Jun Zhanran watched his hand grasp his ankle, but he didn't feel anything.

"It's cheap for that woman!" Nangong Cangao clenched his hand suddenly, looking at his almost unrecognizable leg, "I shouldn't just take off her hand, you are right, I should have taken her with me." Back to the Eagle Screaming League—”

The protracted ending, the cold anger in the unfinished words, the Yingxiao League has its own place to detain the prisoners, and there are many ways to make her regret what she has done.

"In this way, Yinjiu must be very happy." Jun Zhanran remembered the seductress who was good at torture in the Yingxiao League.

"You only thought that Yinjiu would be happy. Don't you count me in? She is the one who hurt you so far. If she falls into my hands and is at my disposal, I will be very happy." Put one of his legs on the Knee, holding it in hand, Nangong Cang Ao leaned over to approach, his eyes shining brightly.

Someone knows exactly what he wants and what he wants to hear.

"Wait for me to express my opinion?" Jun Zhanran was not as angry or indifferent as he thought, and looked at him with a smile that was not a smile.

"You said—" Pressing his bare leg, two fires seemed to light up in the eagle's eyes.

"I said..." Jun Zhanran straightened his clothes without haste, his eyes turned, "Liu Shuangshuang may not be dead, if you want to trouble her, there is still time."

Seeing Nangong Cang Ao's first disappointment and then frowning, he couldn't help it any longer, raised his head and laughed.

There was no gloom or coldness in the laughter, Nangong Cang Ao couldn't bear it any longer, leaned over and pulled him over, a firm kiss landed on his laughing lips.

"Now I can answer you, even a man can't resist your smile." Pressing against his lips, warm breath melted between his lips and tongue.

"Only you." Lifting the face of the person in front of him, Jun Zhanran stuck his tongue into the other person's mouth.

Supporting the body with one hand, the two lips quickly pressed against each other, rolling and sucking.

Subtle sounds, breathing, entanglement of lips and tongue, and rubbing of clothing materials, brewed a faint feeling of affection in the quiet room during the day.

Until the knock on the door sounded, "Leader, the people below have returned. Sure enough, no corpse was seen in the fire, but there was a pair of blackened scrolls. According to what you said, they were not retrieved..."

Jun Zhan ran away, Nangong Cangao licked the corner of his mouth eagerly, first pulled up the trousers that had been taken off for him, then sighed, and shouted to the outside: "Come in."

Wen Rufeng pushed open the door and stepped into the room, holding a food box in his hand, "Also, it's almost noon, and the owner of the restaurant heard that they were the ones who put out the fire last night, and also knew that we belonged to the Eagle Howling League. No matter what you say, you don’t want to receive cash, no, you have prepared a lot of food for the leader—”

While talking, he looked up, and saw Nangong Cang Ao with a slightly displeased expression, and the master of Wulou sitting on the bedside, his expression was still indifferent, but his breathing seemed a little short.

"What am I disturbing?" He asked carefully, secretly guessing Nangong Cangao's face.

Wen Rufeng has seen countless people, is romantic by nature, needs to investigate cases, and often goes to the place of fireworks, and is very familiar with the affairs of men and women. If the other person in the room at the moment is not Jun Zhanran, he will say that their leader looks a bit like It is desire dissatisfaction.

"You said before that Ye Xiao was back..." Jun Zhanran answered first, "Your ally asked you to send someone to investigate the inn that was burned by the fire?"

Glancing at Nangong Cangao's expression, seeing him nodding, Wen Rufeng replied respectfully, "Exactly, the lord ordered me to send people to pay more attention around that inn. In the burned ruins, I plan to find some clues from this place."

Wen Rufeng was always laughing and joking, a bit cynical, but he didn't slack in the slightest when it came to serious matters, and answered very carefully.

After all, he was a member of the Yingxiao League, his eyes passed by him, Jun Zhanran turned to another man, "You really believe that she is not dead." Nangong Cangao had already sent someone to investigate without his pointing.

"Wouldn't it be a pity to let her die like this?" Nangong Cang Ao snorted coldly, touched the saber at his waist, and said slowly, "Zhe Ri hasn't drunk enough blood yet."

Smiling slightly, the smile is deep, and it is full of dark evil spirit.

Liu Shuangshuang is not dead, she will definitely go to the burning place to find the scroll.