Faraway Wanderers

The two were entangled on the quilt and warm quilt, the room was full of obscenity, and Scorpion sat on the side, watching with no movement at all, like a ghost.

The two people on the bed seemed to be getting more and more involved, and their voices were getting louder and louder. If you look carefully, this time he chose two teenagers. It took a while for the two teenagers to calm down from the aftertaste of lust. The people looked at each other, put on clothes hastily, and came together in front of the scorpion, half-covered, and knelt down on one knee.

Scorpion put down his wine glass critically, his eyes swept around the blushing faces and bodies of the two teenagers.

At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a gust of wind blew in. A boy kneeling on the ground flinched, and a tall masked man stood at the door.

Scorpion didn't look up, as if he didn't know someone was coming, he stretched out his hand to pinch a boy's chin, forcing him to raise his head and look carefully - this boy was born in pink and jade, with blinking eyes, There was actually a glow of water, the pointed chin, and the tender little face, it was a man and a woman.

Scorpion shook his head, and sighed disappointedly: "No, I'm so feminine, it smells like powder when I pinch my hands."

The masked man strode in, as if he was not shy at all. Hearing this, he glanced at the shivering teenagers, and said, "It's just two rabbits, aren't they all so girlish? What's the matter?" Strange?"

Scorpion waved his hand, and the two teenagers saluted as if they were being pardoned, and then scrambled out of his room.Scorpion slowly poured himself a glass again, and said: "It's boring if it's not unusual. If this man is like a woman, why should I play with a man? It's a pity... last time I told those two people to run away."

The masked man sat down on his own, and asked casually: "Oh, these little things you raised can run away by themselves?"

Scorpion glanced at him with a smile, and continued to speak slowly: "It's not mine, it's two guests with malicious intentions—speaking of which, you probably know one of them. I think he looks like you. a great man."

The masked man froze, paused, and asked, "Is it... him?"

Scorpion said: "Then who knows?"

The masked man was silent for a while, then stood up as if he couldn't sit still, walked a few steps in the room with his hands behind his back, and muttered to himself: "He suddenly disappeared a while ago, and now he's here... He said he would Come to catch that Xue Fang, recover the key, try not to attract the attention of those great sects, but he is elusive again, what is the meaning of this man?"

Scorpion repeated again in a nonchalant manner: "Then who knows..."

The masked man stopped suddenly, raised his hand to interrupt Scorpion, and asked, "Don't talk about this, Sun Ding, have you solved it?"

The scorpion responded, kicked out a box from under the table, wiped the ground and rubbed it in front of the masked man. The man picked the box open with his toes, and found a human head inside, which was already rotten. The blood-red birthmark can still be seen, the masked man heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "It's good to solve one, and the others are also easy to deal with. Haha, happy mourning ghost... Zhao Jing released the fake Xue Fang's news , Others have nothing, but this idiot took the bait and just told me to catch them all."

When Xiezi heard the words "Other things are easy to handle", there was an imperceptible flash of light in his eyes, and he smiled meaningfully: "Yes, there is no need to worry about other things, they will be solved one by one. .”

He suddenly put the wine glass on the table, looked solemnly, and said: "Not much else to say, where are the real Xue Fang and your so-called 'key'? Are there any clues now?"

The masked man shook his head and asked, "You didn't either?"

Scorpion frowned: "It's strange... This person seems to have evaporated from the world. Where can he go?"

The masked man pondered for a moment, and said: "Don't rush to find him, first get all the glazed armor, Zhao Jing's heart is getting bigger and bigger, he seems to be sure that I hid the 'key'—— I figured that his next step would be to plant Liulijia's whereabouts on Guigu's head, and then come to secretly hide his position, and then consolidate his power along the way. Right now, the martial arts in the Central Plains is chaotic, and everyone doesn't know what's going on, so they are busy tossing around. Hearing his instigation, it's hard not to follow him, he's going to use Guigu as his attack."

The masked man snorted coldly, and said: "Cooperating with Zhao Jing, I knew that such a day would come, it's nothing, it's just..."

Scorpion raised his eyes to look at him, and asked, "Why, have you got your idea of ​​the owner of the valley?"

The masked man smiled and said: "It's just a lunatic, at best he has the ability to fight and kill with rough skin and thick flesh. It's finally time to use him. Let him fight with that Zhao Jing. Since he has already arrived in Luoyang , and even had a face-to-face meeting with you, but it took a lot of hard work for you to 'invite' him to come out and work."

Scorpion nodded and said, "It's easy."

But at this time, the group of people who were calculated were still at ease.

Zhang Chengling told Zhou Zishu that he wanted to go out with Gu Xiang and the others that day. Zhou Zishu glanced at him and gave a two-word reply: "Fart."

Zhang Chengling opened his mouth and decided to learn from Senior Wen. He stalked and chased Zhou Zishu for a whole day, chasing him until he returned to his room at night. When Zhou Zishu wanted to slam the door shut, he stretched out a foot Stuck there, leaning on the door frame, raised his head and looked at his master stubbornly, begging: "Master, just let me go, I can't just do nothing, I..."

Zhou Zishu's eyes darkened. He didn't have much patience. He was in a good mood right now, so he let this kid pester him all the way. It would be annoying anyway, so he raised his foot and kicked him in the chest. Zhang Chengling thought he was testing his skills , flipping back happily, dodging the blow, and just about to speak, Zhou Zishu closed the door with a "touch".

Wen Kexing appeared behind Zhang Chengling at some point, and Mochizuki sighed, "Well, the door won't go through this time."

Zhang Chengling drooped his head, and stood aside like a frost-beaten eggplant, listening to Wen Kexing's tone, as if he was too tired to get in.Wen Kexing sighed again, and said quietly: "A man always stays alone in an empty room. He is easy to be dissatisfied with his desires. He is easy to do things that lose his mind. When he loses his mind, he just..."

Although Zhang Chengling was a bit slow in his reactions, he was not stupid after all. Suddenly, he had the illusion that a murderous steamed bun appeared from the top of Wen Kexing's head in white, and he was immediately frightened, jumped up, and disappeared from his sight like a shit. inside.

Wen Kexing looked at his back, as if he was still a little confused and didn't understand, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, with one hand propped on the window, ready to break through the window at any time, and enjoy the flower picker's addiction for a while.

Unexpectedly, the door was opened from the inside, and Wen Kexing, who was about to do something bad, was taken aback. Until Zhou Zishu turned sideways to let him in, he still had a rare stupid look and said, "You... let me in?"

Zhou Zishu glanced at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't come in, forget it if you don't come in." He raised his hand to close the door, Wen Kexing hurriedly pushed his hand away, and went in, smiling broadly.

However, Zhou Zishu lit the lamp, showing no intention of taking a rest. He bent down and poured two cups of tea, and sat down beside the table. He lowered his brows and eyes, not intending to make a joke, as if he had something serious to say like.

Wen Kexing looked at him with a playful smile for a while, and slowly, the expression on his face also subsided. He picked up a teacup, but just held it in his hand and didn't drink it. He leaned on the back of the chair, stretched With two legs folded together, she turned her head to look at Zhou Zishu, and asked, "Why, do you have something to tell me? Did you decide to make a promise with your body in the future, or..."

Zhou Zishu interrupted him with a sneer, looked up at him and said, "It's not that you have something to tell me, Master Wen Gu?"

Wen Kexing's voice got stuck in his throat, he opened his mouth, shook his head and smiled after a while, and said, "The Great Witch of Southern Xinjiang is a powerful person, I am very relieved that you follow him."

Zhou Zishu dipped his fingertips in tea and scribbled on the table, and asked, "No more?"

Wen Kexing raised his head and looked at him.Looking through the handsome face of the man in front of him whose edges and corners were softened under the lamp, he remembered a lot—he felt as if he and this man had known each other for a long, long time. When he saw the bones on his back, his heart beat, and later, he liked it. His identity, thinking about... the leader of the skylight, it turned out to be such a person, and he suddenly felt that the other party was like another self in this world, a lone wolf caught in a beast trap, struggling to break free , he would rather bite off his own leg.

He couldn't help following him all the way, looking at him, and suddenly, he knew for the first time in his heart that he could live like this, so could he also live like this?

After thinking about it, I fell into it, and I couldn't get out of it.Unknowingly, Wen Kexing stretched out his hand to caress Zhou Zishu's face, with his fingertips slightly bent, he just rubbed gently. The man's not delicate skin touched his callused and scarred palm, and it was slightly cool.He suddenly said: "You don't want to die, if you die, wouldn't it be lonely for me to live alone?"

Zhou Zishu grabbed his wrist, but didn't shake him off, and said with a smile: "As long as there is a chance of living, I can't die. Life is mine, martial arts are mine, God gave me this way , If you want to take my things away, it will not be so easy."

Wen Kexing's fingers could feel his breath, he narrowed his eyes, and seemed to say in a silly way: "That year, an owl threw red water in the hands of a villager..."

Zhou Zishu looked at him, and asked the question again in a soft voice without changing his face: "Why does the villager hold a bowl of red water in his hand?"

Wen Kexing laughed slowly and said, "Water has no color, but if human blood falls into it, wouldn't it turn red?"

Zhou Zishu looked at him and stopped talking. Wen Kexing seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, his wandering eyes came back to him, he bent his smile and looked at him and said, "Ah Xu, why don't you sleep with me once? As soon as you come here, I'm worried about you, and you won't die easily, and I won't die easily either, do you think it's okay?"

He seemed to be joking, but Zhou Zishu didn't accept the move. He just looked at him with a strange look. After a while, he asked, "Are you sincere?"

Wen Kexing laughed, leaned towards him, almost wiped his lips and said, "Am I sincere? Can't you see it?"

Zhou Zishu was slightly stunned, and said in a low voice: "I... I really can't tell, I haven't seen the sincerity several times in my life, and I can't tell the difference. Are you?"

Wen Kexing's fingers climbed up his shoulders, pulled down his bun, and his black hair fell down, instantly making the tough man in front of him look a little more fragile, his laughter subsided, and his voice was soft Lightly, but landed and said loudly: "Yes."

Then he closed his eyes, pressed Zhou Zishu's lips, and sank his turbulent heart to the bottom without any scruples.

Zhou Zishu slowly raised his hand, and it took a long time before it landed on his shoulder, and his fingers grabbed the fabric on his shoulder.

Suddenly, a scream exploded in the night, Zhou Zishu's slightly dazed eyes immediately became clear, Wen Kexing's movements stopped, and the two of them fell to the ground together in such an ambiguous posture at the same time in a daze.

Wen Kexing lowered his eyes expressionlessly, pulled up the open skirts of himself and Zhou Zishu, and said softly: "At this time... tell me, should I steam the visitor or braise it in brown sauce?"