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"Buzz...buzz..."

The cleaning aunt who comes once a week is cleaning the room carefully with a vacuum cleaner, while the owner of the room is accustomed to sitting lazily on a chair, typing on the keyboard, and chatting with the gay friend on the other end of the computer.

I am cuter than you: Have you read my new chapter?what the hell is that?

Yan Wang: Ahahahaha... I still want to ask you what the hell, not about cultivating true martial arts dramas, how did it become like this

Yan Wang: When I saw you appear, I was 233333!

I am cuter than you: ...

·…………………

·[Put your chin] That's not what I thought... In short, let Goldfinger, who is the protagonist, help him first, and I'll do it when it's over!become!body!retreat!

Arrogance: [dog][dog]

I'm cuter than you: Anyway, it's the second book anyway, and there must be some progress.I must write this book well! 【make a fist

·This must be written as the swan song of a historian who shakes the world and weeps ghosts and gods.

Yan Wang: Hahahaha, okay, are you writing now?

I am cuter than you: ... not

Arrogance: [dog][dog]

I'm cuter than you: You don't understand [Melancholy face]

After Bu Mu sent the last sentence, he closed the window casually, opened the backstage of Lujinjiang, and refreshed to see that there were two more cute messages, and the depression in his heart that he couldn't completely control his words flew to nowhere.

Netizen: Empress Dowager/Comment: "The Art of Shading the Sky and Changing the Sun" Score: 2 Chapters reviewed: 6

Hope the main character has amazing beauty~~

Bu Mu touched his chin, thought for a while, and typed a reply expressionlessly.

Author reply:

I'm so sorry, I'm more handsome than him, but don't worry, he's still your cold and handsome protagonist, he can shake the world and cry ghosts if he can't shock anyone~

Netizen: Daily change of 2 is not a dream→_→/Comment: "The Art of Shading the Sky and Changing the Sun" Score: 6 Chapters reviewed: [-]

The reader walks up to the author and grabs his arms, struggling to create a "blood path" in the grass.

Author reply:

[Frightened] [Frightened] I'm sorry I didn't mean to abuse the protagonist!In fact, the blood path refers to the juice that the poor grass on the ground was crushed out. Hey...you still love me, right?

After replying to the two readers, Bu Mu felt that he was full of cuteness. He refreshed it again and found that there were no more new messages. He closed the web page, took out the outline book from the shelf, and began to write the details of each chapter. outline.

Although it is impossible to completely control things under the pen, the fullness of details will undoubtedly reduce the possibility of mistakes.Things like waiting in the sun for more than an hour are better not to happen again.

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Sometimes, even if you don't do anything special, time can always pass quickly.

Bu Mu opened his eyes, twisted his sore neck, and found himself waking up in a small bamboo house without any surprise.The slightly cumbersome clothes on his body were removed, leaving only a snow-white undershirt on his body, the skirt was opened wide, revealing the circles of yellowed cloth strips tied inside.

As the story setter, Bu Mu naturally knew that this was a medicinal towel soaked in herbal juice that could heal internal injuries, but it was really uncomfortable to stick to the body.Bu Mu stood up, freed one hand and pulled the medicine towels from the clothes that were opened in front, frowning slightly.

"Squeak-"

Xue Ling pushed the door and entered, and the moment the pink skirt came into view, Bu Mu subconsciously withdrew his hand and closed the open neckline.

"What's there to cover up? I read it when I changed your medicine." Xue Ling put the small medicine box in his hand beside the bed, blinked at him with a pair of beautiful almond eyes, and said, "You But it's nothing to look at, Brother Feng is much stronger than you."

Behind her, Feng Ou was wearing an ordinary man's coarse linen shirt, and with a stern face, he brought in a copper basin half filled with water. Hearing this, his expression did not change at all, only a faint look of helplessness in his eyes.

Bu Mu didn't like it anymore, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, little girl. I'm all beautiful. If you don't like it, there are naturally a lot of girls who like it. If you like your brother Feng, leave me alone."

"What are you talking about, I don't want to care about you!" Xue Ling turned red, seemed a little embarrassed, closed the medicine box he had just opened in his hand, got up and ran out.

"..."

Feng Ou watched Xue Ling run out, turned his face calmly, put half a basin of water in his hand on the ground, and sat down by the bed.

"Aren't you going to chase her?" The little girl was shy, and now is a great time to get her.Bu Mu raised an eyebrow at him, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"No need." Feng Ou paused, briefly covered the subject, and said, "Miss Xue thought your injury was minor, so she treated me first, but I didn't expect that although you tried to hide your face, the internal injury But it's serious, presumably it's because I spared no effort to protect me when I fell off the cliff—"

Feng Ou remembered the sudden pull when he fell off the cliff, and the warm embrace that followed, and he couldn't help but soften his eyes when he looked at Bu Mu. He paused, and then said: "You have been in a coma for two days longer than me, Miss Xue also spent a lot of time and energy for you, she looks delicate and savage, but she is actually kind-hearted, you..."

"I know, I won't get angry with her." Bu Mu waved his hand to show his magnanimity.

In fact, the time difference of two days in coma was specially designed by him so that Feng Ou and Xue Ling could communicate with each other without him.After all, Xue Ling still has a treasure in his hand that can improve Fengou's strength, but he, the author, can't give it to Butterfly.

Now it seems that Feng Ou has realized Xue Ling's kindness, and Xue Ling originally likes handsome men. Judging from her shy performance, although she doesn't seem to have a relationship yet, she must have made a lot of progress.Bu Mu said he was satisfied.

Feng Ou wanted to continue telling him that during his coma, Xue Ling had been taking care of him, and occasionally looked at his face in a daze.But being interrupted like this, Feng Ouben was not an extroverted person, so it was not easy to explain so much, seeing that Bu Mu didn't care, he also nodded and didn't say any more.

He went to the door and looked around, but he didn't see Xue Ling, so he closed the door and went back to the bed.

"I'll change your medicine for you." Seeing Bu Mu nodding his head, Feng Ou reached out and carefully took off the single clothes on his body, and then went to untie the medicine towel wrapped around Bu Mu's body.

The cloth was wound up round and round, and when it was unwrapped, it would naturally have to be wound round after round.Feng Ou wrapped his arms around behind him, and the posture of the two of them was as if they were embracing.

Bu Mu, as a good boy who grew up under the red banner, naturally has a different way of thinking from the people in the rivers and lakes.On weekdays, I have seen a lot of those cute and flirtatious people on the Internet. At this time, the two of them are very close to each other, and their bodies are cold and feel insecure, so they suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.

"Brother Feng, I'll do it myself." Bu Mu stopped Feng Ou's hand with one hand, and the two looked at each other, feeling even more embarrassed.

Feng Ou pursed his lips, retreated to the bed and said, "That's fine."

After Bu Mu took off the medicine towel, Feng Ou handed him a wrung hot towel to wipe off the medicine on his body.Feng Ou took away the clothes that Bu Mu was wearing before, and put on a new unlined garment for him. After he had finished tidying up, Feng Ou said, "You have suffered internal injuries. I can use my internal strength to warm you up. It should be able to relieve some of it."

Bu Mu glanced at him, a little hesitant.Feng Ou's own injury has not yet healed, and he has to expend his internal energy to heal his injury. If Xue Ling finds out about this, he won't be a stumbling block to vent his anger on the person he likes, right?

Feng Ou saw that Bu Mu's face was inappropriate, and after thinking about it, he suddenly realized.He and Bu Mu have different sects and martial arts methods.

The internal force is stored in the dantian, and the energy is stored in the meridians, no matter who they are, they are all the same.But the true energy is different, everyone's true energy has its own way of operation, and the effect of condensing the true energy is not the same.The high-level operation method is very precious, and it is naturally impossible for people to spy on it at will.If the method of operation handed down by the Taoist elders is leaked out, it may be another bloodbath.

Feng Ou consciously made a slip of the tongue, and just about to say something, he heard Bu Mu chuckle twice, and said to himself: "What am I thinking?" Then he raised his hand to Feng Ou, "Then thank you, Brother Feng .”

Before Feng Ou could speak, he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart because of Bu Mu's unreserved trust.He looked at the exquisite eyebrows and eyes of the person sitting on the bed who folded his hands and smiled, as if he was infected, he also raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "No thanks."

But what he didn't know was that at this moment, Bu Mu was thinking in his heart, with that little girl Xue Ling's character of liking handsome guys, she should be reluctant to trip him up no matter what...