When a Straight Man Dresses Up as an Infatuated Male Supporting BL

"Give back your sister's life? I think you don't even want your own life. You little bastard still dares to stare at me. Believe it or not, I gouged out your eyes?" the middle-aged monk cursed in a low voice.The jade pendant was gone. I thought it was the kid who bumped into him and stole it, but I didn't expect it to be the other way around. He wasted his time catching the thief, but now he still dares to stare at him.

"You give back my sister's life...you give back my sister's life...you must...you must die...you must die..." His face was already blue, but the child was still cursing angrily.

The middle-aged monk's complexion suddenly turned ugly, and he was about to exert force on his hand. Suddenly, there was a piercing pain in his wrist. The middle-aged monk screamed suddenly, and the child who was about to suffocate suddenly fell to the ground in his hand.

The middle-aged monk looked down at his wrist, where a blood hole the size of a thumbnail was hit with a stone, and bright red blood was oozing out for free.He suddenly held the bloody mouth with one hand, and looked angrily at the surrounding crowd——

"Who! Who dares to attack me!"

The people around were silent.

The middle-aged monk looked around, and was caught off guard by another burst of pain in his feet. He looked down and saw that the foundation-building child who had been thrown on the ground by himself was holding a very low-quality knife in his hand and viciously inserted it into his calf. In the middle, his expression seemed to be crazy, and he kept shouting: "Give back my sister's life...you give back my sister's life!"

The middle-aged monk suddenly burst into anger, his palm concentrated spiritual power, and was about to slap this little bastard to death with his palm, when suddenly another stone hit his intact hand.

"Who is it!!"

The middle-aged monk was furious, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, and his wrists were bleeding profusely. He searched around again, and finally a trace of fear rose in his heart.

——The person who hid in the dark and attacked him was of a higher realm than him, and if he persisted in such a stalemate, he would eventually suffer losses.

"You're lucky today." Kicking away the evil wolf cub at his feet, the middle-aged monk left the spot in a hurry.

The bustle was gone, and the people around gradually dispersed.The child still stayed where he was. With his bruised face, he held up the withered Bing Epiphyllum on the ground, tears streaming down his face, "Bing Epiphyllum...my Bing Epiphyllum..."

"Little brother? Are you okay?" A gentle voice rang in his ears, and the child raised his head with tears in his eyes, and saw four good-looking men, one black and three white.The person who spoke was the one in white clothes. He looked gentle and amiable, full of bookishness, and he looked like a very knowledgeable person, which was different from a person born in a dirty place like him.

Touching his tears, he said, "Just now, you saved me?"

Xuan Mo nodded, "Yes."

"Thank you, thank you for saving me." The child wiped the tears from his face, got up and limped, Chu Zeming, Xuan Mo and the others bowed in turn, "But I don't have any spirit stones to thank you, I have saved them for several years All the spirit stones bought this Ice Epiphyllum..."

Chu Zeming said: "We don't want your spirit stone." After a pause, Chu Zeming looked at the Bing Epiphyllum which he had carefully wrapped in black cloth again, and reminded: "This has expired and is useless."

After all, the child was only seven or eight years old. Hearing Chu Zeming's words, the last string in his heart finally broke. The tears that he had clench his teeth and tried to hold back could no longer be controlled, and he knelt on the ground with a wow, "Sister's Frozen Epiphyllum... sister's Frozen Epiphyllum..."

Looking at his appearance, Chu Zeming suddenly thought of himself... If there had been someone who offered a helping hand back then, his sister would not have lived forever at the age of four.

She was so small, lying in the middle of the road in a simple, shabby but clean little skirt.There was blood all over the bottom, he cried and stopped the car, but no one would take the two children...

Yes, the driver who hit the vehicle got away.

Chu Zeming squatted down, pulled the white skirt of Yue Lian who was standing beside him, wiped the tears from the dirty child's face, and said in a low voice: "Don't cry, if it's later, my sister won't be able to hold on."

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The child's name is Shuang'er, but he has no last name.The younger sister was picked up by him, and the two children lived in the lowest monk settlement in Xiliang City.

This is a dirty land, mainly living with some thieves, hooligans and hooligans in Xiliang City. Most of them stay at the foundation building stage, and the higher level is the consecration stage. As for the fusion stage and the heartbeat stage and above monks, almost none.

The environment here is dirty, and there are quite a few male nuns who earn their living by selling meat in exchange for spirit stones. When they saw Shuang'er returning with a few young men who didn't fit in with this place, they couldn't help showing teasing smiles on their faces. A male cultivator who put on makeup and makeup was more direct, "Oh, Shuang'er has finally enlightened."

Shuang'er clenched her fists, gave the male cultivator a hard look, and ignored him.

Chu Zeming didn't understand what the man meant, so he asked Xuan Mo in a low voice, "What's the opening?"

Xuan Mo coughed, and answered his elder brother in a low voice, "There are a group of people in the cultivation world... who like to moleste children."

Chu Zeming understood instantly.

These people probably regard the four of them as Shuang'er's benefactors.

Dirty.

The house that Shuang'er and his younger sister lived in was very dilapidated, even dilapidated and smaller than most of the houses in this alley.

Looking at the crumbling house built with messy things in front of him, Xuan Mo asked distressedly: "You guys live here?"

Shuang'er nodded, "I can't grab them, so I live here. But it's good enough, there are still many children as old as me who don't have a house to live in."

Saying that, Shuang'er started to open complicated doors with locks and layers of restrictions. This was to prevent her sister from having accidents when she went out to earn spirit stones. Although she couldn't stop the high-ranking monks, she stopped the It is still very effective to have thieves in the area.

Opening the door, one can see the entire appearance of the house at a glance - a clean small wooden bed, some rags and baskets picked up.Lying on the bed was a thin little girl with fair skin and poor constitution, about three years old. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she opened her eyes weakly and shouted angrily: "Brother is back!" Is it? Brother...Weiwei is great, we will support you until your brother comes back."

Like a kitten who is about to die in the next second, after saying this, Wei Wei, who was already at the end of his battle, felt a little short of breath in his chest, couldn't help coughing, and his sick face became paler and paler.

Shuang'er bit her lip, but didn't go over. He still had injuries on his face and body. He didn't want to go over to let Qingqing see, so he looked at Chu Zeming pleadingly: "Help my sister."

Chu Zeming came to the little girl's side, and in the middle of the hand, a Qingshuang Fozhi appeared in his hand-it was different from the spiritual marrow, which was a holy thing for healing, and Qingshuang Fozhi was the most precious plant for the sick. The spiritual plant you want is even more rare than the ice epiphyllum.

Without time to boil the medicine, Chu Zeming directly used his spiritual power to grind Qingshuang Fozhi into powder, and called Xuan Mo to get some water, then flushed it and fed it to Qingqing.

Yue Lian stood beside her and stared at the hem of her clothes. There was an obvious black stain there, which was left by Chu Zeming wiping the child's tears with his clothes just now.

really dirty.

After looking at the black stains for a while, Yue Lian looked at the dirty child not far away.

Shuang'er was stepping on her feet, watching Chu Zeming and the others feeding her sister with concern, felt a strong gaze on her, couldn't help but startled, turned her head and met the gaze of her beautiful brother.

Immediately afterwards, Yuelian came to Shuang'er in an instant, with her head lowered, her eyes thoughtful.

Shuang'er backed away in horror: "...What, what are you doing?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shuang'er felt his eyes go dark, and something wet covered his face.

Shuang'er kept waving her arms, "Help, help..."

Ling Tian was startled, turned his head and saw Yue Lian was grabbing the child and wiping his face vigorously, he shouted, "Yue Lian, what are you doing!"

"I'll wash his face." After Yue Lian finished speaking, she threw away her handkerchief, and looked at Shuang'er's face in a good mood—the unswollen half of her face had a tear mole at the corner of her right eye, which was very beautiful and very beautiful. Monster, at a young age, she can already see that she will be a great beauty when she grows up.

Shuang'er glared at Yue Lian resentfully, feeling a little scared in her heart.

He knew what he looked like, so he had always smeared himself with thick black ash before he dared to go out. These people saved his sister, so they wouldn't ask him to repay the favor with his body.

Children don't know how to hide their inner thoughts, Yue Lian immediately saw what he was thinking, pinched his face disdainfully, "What are you afraid of, you are not as good-looking as me... well, you are not as good-looking as senior brother."

Shuang'er's face suddenly flushed red.

It seems to be...

Sighing, Yue Lian groped from her bosom, found a bottle of ointment, spread it on Shuang'er's swollen face, and said in a low voice, "You know, a man must protect his face well." , or you will disfigure your appearance, and you will not be able to find a wife in the future."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm only seven years old!" Shuang'er closed her eyes, letting this strange and beautiful brother rub the medicine on herself.

I don't know what kind of medicine he used. As soon as the cold ointment was applied to his face, the burning pain disappeared instantly. When the medicine was finished, Shuang'er touched his face and found that his bruised face instantly returned to its original state. .

He looked at Yue Lian with a miraculous expression, "Okay? It's amazing."

Yue Lian put away the ointment, and said to Shuang'er very mysteriously: "Remember, I am Brother Immortal."

Ling Tian didn't like Yue Lian at first, and when he heard that he didn't want Bi Lian to boast, he couldn't help but his eyes twitched, "You are a crazy brother."