Raiders' weak school grass is the big devil

Xin Qi hurriedly wanted to cover up, and one hand was already on his shoulder.

The cold fingertips gently brushed across the bruised back, gently, as if he was afraid that his strength would aggravate his pain.

Xin Qi clearly heard the sudden stagnation of breathing behind him.

"It's okay," he turned his head and said with a smile, "I accidentally bumped into a tree, it will be fine in a while."

He seemed to smile so healingly no matter what he encountered, it warmed others, and he himself would never be hurt.

Chi Zhen silently applied the ointment left by Hai Wanwan on his back, the transparent and cool jade-like ointment melted on the skin, and the effect was excellent.

Xin Qi's whole body became more and more stiff, and it never occurred to Chi Zhen that he would not believe what he said without saying a word, but he gave him the medicine himself without saying a word.

His fingertips accidentally touched the back of his waist, and he immediately trembled sensitively, his muscles contracted, his wide and narrow waistline, his butterfly-like shoulder blades trembled slightly along with his spine.

His figure is indeed well-trained, the thin layer of muscles will not be overdeveloped, nor will it be thin. It is said that a beautiful woman has a natural physique, and his whole body is proclaiming this sentence.

Chi Zhen suddenly threw the ointment on the bed, got up and walked away.

Xin Qi held the hem of his clothes and looked back in confusion.

Chi Zhen closed her eyes: "Put on your clothes and go down."

Downstairs, a sumptuous dinner was prepared, and Haiwan ate it heartily, while glaring at Chen Xiaotong angrily.

During the whole process, she was not fond of Chen Xiaotong, and Chi Zhen's eyes darkened slightly.

On the other side, Xin Qi went downstairs and sat apart from him.

Chen Xiaotong ate two bites indiscriminately and went back to his room. His temporary roommate couldn't bear the pressure and went to share a bed with other people earlier.

The cool evening breeze came in from the window, raised the curtains, and the moonlight cast a figure. He turned his head, and the muscles around his jaw tensed up: "Ah Zhen."

Chi Zhen came out from the shadow by the French window.

"I thought you would rather watch a person eating from a distance below than come to me."

Chi Zhen's eyes were frosty: "I came here precisely for... him."

Chen Xiaotong tightened his jaw muscles.

"How did he get the injury on his back?"

"Ah Zen, don't ask such boring questions, when did you start caring about people?" Chi Zhensheng didn't have this kind of nerve.

"You just need to answer this question, you don't need to think."

Chen Xiaotong raised his chin, and finally put it down under that indifferent but icy cold gaze. His voice was low, and the corner of his mouth twitched as if mocking himself: "Ah Yuan, don't you even bother to hide it?"

Pretending not to care, pretending to be indifferent.

Will the man who has always treated others with a thorny ice shell take off his disguise for a person?

Chi Zhen crossed his arms and looked at him with half-closed and stern eyebrows from a distance. The two were separated by the intersection of moonlight and shadow on the carpet. Chi Zhen was in the light and he was in the dark, but it was like an insurmountable barrier between them.

"It's you." Chi Zhen spat out two syllables.

"It's me," Chen Xiaotong said, "You want to protect him? Yes, come, give me back the same injury on his body!"

As the air flow swept through, a light flashed in Chen Xiaotong's hand, and the black gold black iron rod was impressively placed across his hand.

"You think I dare not." Chi Zhen's eyes were calm and unsurprised.

For Chen Xiaotong's supernatural powers, for his identity.

Chen Xiaotong kept a lot of secrets from him, not only these.

Chen Xiaotong's too cold face suddenly showed a strangeness, Chi Zhen held the stick in both hands, and his orthodox swordsmanship posture seemed to be about to strike him down immediately.

Not regret and fear.

They learned kendo together.

Chen Xiaotong felt a little bit guilty after all, this blow was not to let Chi Zhen vent his anger on others.

but……

Chi Zhen raised his arm, and the heavy black-gold stick pushed down with a rush of airflow.

Chen Xiaotong straightened his back as if he didn't want to be forced to bend, plopped, his knees leaned forward, he knelt on one knee, his back was still straight.

Chen Xiaotong's eyes widened in disbelief.

The black gold stick raised by Chi Zhen stopped an inch from the back of his spine.

Bang, the black gold stick rolled down on the ground.

"Ah Zen..." Chen Xiaotong watched the slammed door fall with his outstretched hand.

how so.

Chi Zhen walked along the long corridor.

He should have fallen with that stick, but no, he has no strength... A guy who has to be given a weapon to be qualified to fight back is nothing.

Under the moonlight, Chi Zhen pushed up the sleeve of his left wrist, and a thin invisible black line was hidden under the skin.

Soon, soon.

He pushed open the door, and Xin Qi asked inside, "Where have you been?"

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Chapter 19, I can!