Proud of the rivers and lakes

Fu Jinghong chuckled in his ear, then looked up at the masked man.

The masked man was slightly startled, then leaned over and supported Fu Jinghong's waist with his hands.

When his hand touched Fu Jinghong's smooth waist line, he hesitated slightly, but soon returned to normal.

When the masked man was about to help Fu Jinghong over, Fu Jinghong tilted his body and fell towards him, almost putting his whole body weight on the masked man, as if he had no bones.

The masked man froze again, and in this posture, helped Fu Jinghong to the front of the Baiyu Pond.

Fu Jinghong got into the water slowly.

The water in this white jade pond is not as cold as the ordinary pond water, but also filled with warmth.

And the eyes of the pool water are not as clear and transparent as ordinary water, but milky white.

As expected, it is worthy of the Holy Pool of the Demon Sect, Fu Jinghong thought to himself.

He looked up at the masked man standing by the pool, the masked man was looking down at the white jade by the pool without looking sideways.

Fu Jinghong's legs were weak, and he couldn't stand up straight, so he fell on the wall of Baiyu Pond.

He frowned at the ambiguous marks all over his body, and after a while, he lowered his head and smiled, then raised his head and called the masked man: "My legs are weak, I can't stand up straight, and I can't wash."

Fu Jinghong's whole body was sore and weak, he could only support the wall of Baiyu Pond with both hands, and lay down on it, he really couldn't move his hands to wipe his body at the moment.

The masked man was slightly taken aback.Of course, this was Fu Jinghong's guess. After all, the masked man was wearing a mask, making it impossible for people to see the expression on his face.

Fu Jinghong repeated it again, and the masked man walked towards him slowly, then lowered his body, hesitated a little, and put his hand on Fu Jinghong's shoulder.

Fu Jinghong was facing him, so he smiled at him and said: "... I'm troublesome." After finishing speaking, he completely lay down on the wall of the pool and folded his hands on his chest.

Fu Jinghong's hair was disheveled, and there was even some suspicious liquid remaining on it, which was tangled with those curls of hair. His lips were slightly red and swollen, and there were a few tiny blood spots on them, making him look quite embarrassed.

The masked man hesitated for a moment, grabbed a handful of Fu Jinghong's hair, and washed it in the pool.

Soon, he discovered that this posture was not suitable.

Originally, Fu Jinghong was in the water, and he was by the pool. This distance is not suitable for cleaning, and his hands cannot reach other parts of Fu Jinghong. What's more, now that he is squatting by the pool, Fu Jinghong is Against his waist.

Even though a few pieces of fabric were blocking it, the masked man still felt slightly embarrassed.

Especially when Fu Jinghong inhaled and exhaled, he seemed to be able to feel the scorching breath hitting the cold cloth.

"I'll wash it for you in the water."

Mask masculinity.

Fu Jinghong looked up at the masked man's face.

"I helped you wash it before."

The masked man said again.

Although I couldn't see the expression of the man in the mask clearly, I always felt that there was a hint of anger from embarrassment.

Fu Jinghong laughed lowly, but didn't say anything.

The masked man took off his clothes, leaving behind an undershirt.

He got into the water and began to wash Fu Jinghong's hair.

He inserted five fingers into Fu Jinghong's hair, slid all the way down to the end of the hair, and then gently rubbed it at the root of the hair.

Although his movements were quite gentle and gentle, the strength was just right, and soon Fu Jinghong half-closed his eyes in comfort, and even began to direct.

"More force... um..."

The fingers inserted between Fu Jinghong's hair froze slightly, but they still moved slowly.

The suspicious liquid on the hair was brushed away, and the tangled strands of hair were gently untied.

Those hands gently splashed the hair with slightly hot water, and the water in the pool rippled slightly.

After washing his hair, that hand hesitated for a moment, and slowly moved down along the line of Fu Jinghong's waist.

Fu Jinghong trembled slightly and opened his eyes.

He saw the reflection of the person behind him in the pool water in front of him, but could not reflect the expression of that person.

When that hand passed the place behind, Fu Jinghong's eyelashes trembled slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was no liquid left there, so there was no need to clean it up, so the hand just passed quickly, and then touched Fu Jinghong's thigh.

Fu Jinghong's legs were sticky, and there were even some bruises and vague red marks. This was probably the most unbearable part of Fu Jinghong's body.

The masked man stroked Fu Jinghong's tender inner thighs, wiping away the turbidity bit by bit.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help breathing harder.

If he hadn't vented so many times before, he would definitely react now.

Realizing that his body seemed to be getting more and more sensitive, Fu Jinghong bit his lower lip.

The masked man's breathing was messed up, but he quickly returned to normal. After cleaning Fu Jinghong's legs, he was about to pull his hands out, but Fu Jinghong's legs were suddenly clamped.

"You..." The masked man paused, but he felt that Fu Jinghong not only clamped his hands tightly, but even started rubbing the tender flesh between his legs.

Hands are not sensitive to ordinary people, but for a genius doctor whose ten fingers do not touch Yang Chunshui, the fingers of the masked man are quite sensitive.

There are no calluses on his fingers, his skin is as smooth as a newborn baby, and his senses are naturally much more sensitive than ordinary people.

The masked man's breathing became chaotic, but he still wanted to pull his hand out in a panic.

After pulling his hand away, he took a few steps back and wanted to go ashore, but Fu Jinghong slipped into the pool water as if he had lost his support.

The masked man froze for a moment, then yelled, seeing that there was no response in the pool, he dived into the water.

The pool water was not as clear and visible as ordinary pool water, and the masked man couldn't find Fu Jinghong's trace for a while. When he was in a hurry, Fu Jinghong suddenly floated out by himself.

The milky white water dripped from Fu Jinghong's hair, and he looked at the masked man less than a foot in front of him with a smile in his eyes.

The masked man breathed a sigh of relief, but he breathed out again the next moment.

Fu Jinghong came towards him with his whole body, and just as he was about to raise his hand to push it away, he found Fu Jinghong's hand on his waist, and slowly lowered it.

The man in the mask immediately grasped Fu Jinghong's hand with one hand, and was about to push Fu Jinghong away with the other hand, but Fu Jinghong's free hand suddenly stretched out and quickly touched the mask. Passed by the man.

The man in the mask couldn't react anymore, so he could only watch helplessly as Fu Jinghong lifted his mask off.

"……It's you."

The person who was stunned was Fu Jinghong.

Fu Jinghong looked at the iron mask in his hand, then at Hua Qingliu in front of him, unable to react for a moment.

The person in front of him, his brows are lightly sketched, and his eyes are stained, isn't it Hua Qingliu?

It's just that the person in front of him is clearly different from Hua Qingliu.

Although Hua Qingliu was quite fanatical when faced with obsessions, he was essentially a cold person.

The masked man gave him a completely different feeling before.

If it is a disguise, one person will always leave some gaps when trying to pretend to be two people, but Fu Jinghong is completely unaware that the two people may be one person.

But if it is two people, how can there be people who look so alike in the world, even the beauty mole between the eyebrows is in the exact same place.

After Hua Qingliu was stunned, he smiled slightly at Fu Jinghong and said, "It's me."

"You are Hua Qingliu?" Fu Jinghong stared at Hua Qingliu, still in disbelief.

Although he only met Hua Qingliu once, the beauty of Hua Qingliu naturally left a deep impression on him. That beauty who always had a frosty face had never shown such a slight smile.

"You are Hua Qingliu, and you are also a genius doctor of the Demon Cult?" Fu Jinghong frowned.

Could it be that Hua Qingliu was a spy planted by the Demon Cult in the Zhengdao Martial Arts League?

But Hua Qingliu was quite aloof and arrogant in everyone's rumors, should ordinary spies be like this?

"I am Huaqingliu, but Huaqingliu is not me." Huaqingliu said.

Fu Jinghong stared fixedly at Hua Qingliu in front of him, feeling entangled.

What does it mean that he is Huaqingliu, but Huaqingliu is not him?

If the ghost doctor and the demon doctor are the same person, then according to the disciples of the righteous martial arts alliance, the demon doctor poisons the poison before, and the ghost doctor will come to detoxify... Why should he fight with himself? make life difficult for?

Hua Qingliu smiled and said, "I know I am him, but he doesn't know that I am him."

Fu Jinghong looked at him with a frown.

"We are one, but he never knew I existed."

Hua Qingliu said lightly.

"He knew that there was a demon doctor, but he didn't know that I was him."

"Everyone in the world knows that the evil doctor of the devil sect is extremely vicious and has poisoned countless people, and the doctor with the ghost's hand and the doctor's benevolence hangs the pot to help the world, but they don't know that these two people are one person."

Hua Qingliu smiled faintly.

Fu Jinghong frowned, and said: "You mean, Hua Qingliu is the evil doctor of the Demon Cult, and the evil doctor of the Demon Cult is Hua Qingliu, but Hua Qingliu doesn't know that he is the evil doctor of the Demon Cult...Then you, And how do you know that you are from the Huaqingliu?"

Hua Qingliu calmed down, and said: "Our family has been entrusted by the demon sect for generations. I have nourished poison with my body since I was born, and it is very painful. However, in my heart, I don't want to be a killer who can only use poison. On the contrary, I just want to be a genius doctor who can save the world by hanging the pot."

Fu Jinghong glanced at Hua Qingliu, never expecting that people from the Demon Sect would have such grand wishes.

"However, being born in a demon cult, I couldn't help myself, and I was forced to become a ruthless demon cult doctor, but I was very resistant in my heart...so Hua Qingliu appeared. I am a ruthless demon cult doctor, and he is aloof and aloof. The number one miracle doctor."

Hua Qingliu smiled slightly.

Fu Jinghong looked at him, Hua Qingliu didn't stop, and continued: "The old master ordered me to make a soul-suppressing poison to contain the people in the demon sect, but the design made me take it too. Only he has the antidote, even me I can't make it myself."

The old leader, Murong Lin?

"I did many vicious things under the persecution of the old leader... At this time, the leader appeared. Although he is the son of the old leader and the previous Holy Son, the old leader dislikes him very much, because if it is not for the leader, the Holy Son I won’t die either. Later, I taught the bishop how to restrain the soul-suppressing poison, and the condition is to join hands with him and seize the throne when the old bishop and those Zhengdao martial arts gate parties are held.”

"In the past few years, he has secretly won over many members of the Demon Cult, and the day of seizing the throne is just around the corner."

Fu Jinghong frowned, so this is actually a chain of conspiracy?Murong Lin has been lurking in Zhengdao martial arts for decades just to take away the secret books and treasures of those great sects at this moment, but his son has been waiting for Murong Lin and the major sects to seize the throne all the time?

So what role does he play in this?

A pawn?

The vague guidance of the man in yellow and Murong Shang was to let him be the one to reveal Murong Lin's secret, so as to unfold the puzzle of this conspiracy?

But wait...

"Holy Son? Buddha Heart Liuli... is it a man?" Fu Jinghong paused.