The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

Zhu Jiuci followed Daxian and ran into the dilapidated and dark room. The pungent and pungent herbal smell rushed into the nostrils in an instant, making people tremble all over, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Barely adapting to the smell of spicy medicine in the room, Zhu Jiuci saw Liang Zhaoge sitting in an armchair, with both arms hanging out of the armchair handles, and a round basin filled with thick, dark medicinal paste was placed on each side. , soaking his hands.

The jet-black slurry flooded all the way to his wrist, leaving a pitch-black line.Above the jet black, his arms were as pale as snow.

The closer he got, the more intense the pungent smell from the medicine syrup was, and his eyes were so stinging that he couldn't open them.

Ignoring the pain in his eyes, Zhu Jiuci hurried forward, found a soft blanket from the side and put it behind Liang Zhaoge, gently pulled the black hair on his face behind his ears, and supported his shoulders.

Daxian slowly pulled a small low stool and sat next to the armchair, squinting his eyes and smelling the smell in the porcelain basin, apparently still waiting for something.

Zhu Jiuci had calmed down at this moment, and asked softly, "Daxian, is this...?"

"How can you say the exclusive secret recipe!" Daxian laughed, with a proud look on his face, "Make it a little more, and you can sculpt your bones after a cup of tea."

The word plastic bone sounds scary, Zhu Jiuci couldn't bear to ask further.He stood behind the armchair so that Liang Zhaoge's head could rest on him.

He looked down at Liang Zhaoge, the sweat dripped from the man's forehead, his brows were tightly frowned, and there was no white gauze roll in his mouth, so he was biting his lips tightly, and there were already blood marks from biting.

It still hurts so much.

Zhu Jiuci was suddenly worried about what the thick, ink-like syrup in the pot was. Liang Zhaoge's hand was almost smashed into meat paste by the hammer before, and now it was soaked in this pool of paste, and I don't know how painful it was.

Zhu Jiuci's heart skipped a beat.

Just as he was about to ask, Daxian suddenly put down Erlang's legs and sat upright.

He stretched out his hand to pinch Liang Zhaoge's sleeve, lifted it slightly, and pulled out his hands from the basin with a clatter, thick ink dripping down drop by drop.

Daxian quickly brought a white cloth to line the knee-high low table, and gently put Liang Zhaoge's hand on it.Touching the white cloth with both hands, Liang Zhaoge frowned again, the black thick juice suddenly stained the white cloth black.

Daxian couldn't see Liang Zhaoge's pain, so he pinched a white cloth to wrap his hands, wiped them lightly, and the ink marks on his hands were easily wiped away.

Throwing the white cloth aside casually, Daxian raised his head with a smile, "It's started."

Before Zhu Jiuci could respond, the immortal doctor took Liang Zhaoge's right hand and squeezed it lightly.

Liang Zhaoge suddenly opened his eyes, and his body tensed up in pain. He bounced off the back of the chair in an instant, and then fell back limply in the next moment, almost dying.

Sweat dripped from his forehead like water, and large and large tears slid down from the end of his eyes. His slender eyelashes were bound by tears on his face, looking poignant and scattered like butterflies immersed in water.

Struggling hard, but he could only let his tentacles be dragged into the bottomless abyss by the icy water.

"Great Immortal!" Zhu Jiuci exclaimed.

The fairy doctor held his hand and ignored it, and squeezed it lightly.

Liang Zhaoge groaned, struggled weakly a few times, passed out, and slid down the armrest of the armchair.

Zhu Jiuci hurriedly supported him, caught a glimpse of Daxian's movements, and rushed forward, "Daxian, you..."

"I know, I know." Daxian temporarily stopped his movements, "How can bone plastic not hurt? Didn't the person pass out, can't feel it!"

Gently pinched again, Liang Zhaoge did not move.

Zhu Jiuci endured his beating heart and returned to the back of the armchair, and gently helped Liang Zhaoge up.

The shape of the hands was almost invisible, and they were kneaded by the fairy doctor like mud.The big crane, with its childlike face, sits on a low stool, like a child playing with mud.

Qu Jinghong knocked on the door and came in to see the scene, frowning inadvertently, walked quickly to Zhu Jiuci, and raised his hand to block his sight.

"Young master, don't look at it."

Daxian responded beside him, "Yes, yes, don't look at it! It's not interesting!"

Zhu Jiuci fended off Qu Jinghong's hand, stood beside the armchair and looked at Liang Zhaoge quietly.

Daxian sighed, put down the ooze in his hand, pointed at Qu Jinghong and said, "Boy, please help me, get this little lunatic out." He pointed at Zhu Jiuci.

Qu Jinghong nodded, holding Zhu Jiuci.

Zhu Jiuci grabbed the armchair and refused to leave. He saw that Liang Zhaoge's brows were still frowning, apparently fainting and waking up, obviously still in pain.

"My lord, bone sculpting is a delicate job, and no one else can disturb it. The fairy doctor also agreed to let you come in and take a look because you were very worried. Let's go."

Daxian happily sat on the small low chair, and did not show any other joy when others understood his kindness.He held his hands carelessly, still kneading them chaotically like a child playing with mud.

The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the wild cranes are idle.It was as if what was squeezed was not a pair of hands, but a real lump of mud.

Qu Jinghong withdrew his gaze, seeing Daxian so at ease, he felt relieved instead.After all, only one with a well-thought-out plan can be so leisurely and at ease.

He half dragged Zhu Jiuci out, and gently closed the door.

Zhu Jiuci shuddered as the October autumn wind in the capital blew across his face.

The small courtyard was empty, except for large pieces of gravel and a few broken baskets.

It's just an ordinary courtyard, I don't know how many there are in the capital.

The door behind him seemed to be another world, he let out a long breath, and tears burst out.

Can't stop.

Qu Jinghong glanced at him, then turned around to look at the closed door, finally swallowed everything he wanted to say, and stood in the courtyard with him, waiting quietly.

They waited until the fiery sunset burned through the sky, and then the fiery red clouds gradually faded to a deep blue, and finally fell into the deep night.

Dim old lamps were lit in the dilapidated house behind him, and the lights were as dim as nothing.

I don't know if the people inside can see those hands clearly.

After waiting for a long time, the dark scene was covered with stars, and the small broken door opened.

Daxian rarely showed a tired look, and his face showed an old look.He didn't have a playful smile like usual, he only opened half of the door to let them in.

In the dimly lit small room, Liang Zhaoge sat quietly in an armchair, with his hands on his knees, covered with a layer of tulle.

A candle was standing on the small table next to it, shining faintly on the tulle.

Zhu Jiuci walked over, not daring to reach out to lift the tulle.

He lightly supported Liang Zhaoge's shoulders, only to realize that Zhaoge's body was shaking slightly and still hurting.

Qu Jinghong stood at the door, closed the door gently and retreated.

The Great Immortal stood in the middle of the yard, looking up at the stars in the sky, his pale hair falling behind him, as independent as an immortal.

Qu Jinghong walked over and bowed to the immortal, "The immortal doctor hangs the pot to help the world, and helps all living beings. I am grateful to be saved by the immortal doctor!"

He bowed again and continued: "Little Grandpa's words were disrespectful during the day, Qumou is here to make amends for him, he definitely didn't mean it, I beg the fairy doctor to forgive me."

Daxian still looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, "I know, I know. If you care about it, you will be chaotic."

"You children can't hold your breath when encountering big things." Daxian said.

Qu Jinghong nodded and listened carefully to Daxian's instruction.

But Daxian said: "So this is the nature of youth, high-spirited."

It was as bright as the stars all over the sky, even if it hit your head badly, you must rush forward and grab that person's hand.

Qu Jinghong raised his eyes in surprise.

In the room, the candle light crackled.

Zhu Jiuci let go of Liang Zhaoge's shoulders, found a pair of scissors from the shelf, and cut off the wick of the candle, finally making the candle brighter.

Putting down the scissors, he turned around and looked carefully at Liang Zhaoge's face.

The thin sweat on his face had been wiped off, he closed his eyes calmly, his brows stretched, and his eyelashes curled up, as if he had seen Zhu Jiuci when he woke up in countless mornings.

Liang Zhaoge was always very quiet when he fell asleep, as calm as a pool of water without any ripples.

But if he wakes up, once the long and narrow phoenix eyes are opened, they will be sucked in like a deep pool, and they can't be turned out again.

Obviously noble as a god in the sky, but there is always a kind of emotion that makes people inexplicable.

The thread of love twists and turns around the whole body, restraining them in circles, tightly binding the two to fall to the bottom of the pool together.

Together they looked up and watched the water surface get farther and farther away from them, and finally their backs lightly touched a layer of resistance, and they fell to the bottom.

Zhu Jiuci walked over and gently stroked Liang Zhaoge's shoulder, letting him lean into his arms.

With a movement of Liang Zhaoge's body, the tulle slipped down, revealing a pair of slender hands.

Zhu Jiuci was suffocating, and he was very familiar with the hands on the silk clothes. He once played a piece of Guangling Juexiang under the water pavilion, held a jade white plate on a moonlit night in Emei, and fed glutinous rice cakes to his mouth. He pulled his long hair and wrapped it around his fingertips, complaining that the hair was too smooth and couldn't be wrapped around.

Liang Zhaoge snorted, his eyelashes trembling slightly.He turned his face to look at Zhu Jiuci.

"Xiao Jiu."

Zhu Jiuci's heart was beating violently, and he hardly dared to look away from him.

"Zhaoge...are you awake?"

"Ah."

"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

Zhu Jiuci frowned and gently put his arms around his shoulders.

Liang Zhaoge raised his head weakly, with a smile in his eyes.

"Xiaojiu blows on it and it doesn't hurt anymore."

Zhu Jiuci broke his tears into a smile, trying hard to bite his lip to keep the corners of his mouth from rising.

Liang Zhaoge swayed in his arms, "Really, Xiao Jiu will know after trying it."

Zhu Jiuci went around to the front of the armchair and squatted in front of him.

The slender hand was gently placed on the knee, as delicate as a treasure in the Duobao Pavilion. Zhu Jiuci dared not touch it, so he leaned over and blew it lightly.

He raised his eyes and asked almost cautiously, "Do you feel it?"

After all, several hours ago, he saw with his own eyes that it was just a pool of rotten meat.

Liang Zhaoge squinted his eyes and nodded, "The wind blowing from Xiao Jiu is warm and cool, very comfortable."

Zhu Jiuci turned around in a panic, his vision blurred.

Tears couldn't stop pouring out, he hurriedly raised his hand to wipe them away, and another one fell down.

"Xiao Jiu?" Liang Zhaoge called him.

Zhu Jiuci coughed lightly, and wiped away the tears on his face again in a panic, "Yeah."

Turning around, Liang Zhaoge sat quietly in the chair and watched him.

"Xiao Jiu, come here."

Zhu Jiuci walked over.

"Come closer."

Zhu Jiuci bowed down.

Liang Zhaoge slightly raised his head and whispered into his ear.

"I miss you so much, Xiaojiu."