Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Duan Jiu spotted him first, raised his eyelids, pulled his lips and smiled with difficulty: "Why don't you guard your favorite Xiao Shiliu, because you're disgusted?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Duan Fei came over, put down the porridge and went to help him.

Duan Jiu frowned, reflexively turned sideways to avoid it.

The fingertips of the young man in red stopped suddenly, froze for a moment, and then retracted calmly.

It was only then that Duan Jiu remembered that this person would rarely be avoided in such a way.

After all, with that gorgeous face there, who wouldn't want to get close to him.

After thinking about it, he smiled and explained: "Sorry, I'm just not used to being touched. You know, there are many people with dirty hands and feet in places like brothels."

Duan Fei was silent for a moment, got up and took half a step back.

"It's okay."

His expression was calm, but his eyebrows were lightly drawn, his eyes were misty, and he seemed even more sad when he looked carefully.

Duan Jiu sighed inwardly.

Why did he suddenly become unable to speak? Knowing that this person has been guilty of sending him to a brothel, bringing up the old matter again will only make him sad.

The two were silent for a moment, and Duan Fei said: "Your injury needs to be bandaged again, I'll go get the doctor, put the porridge here, you..."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Duan Jiu endured the abdominal pain, stood up abruptly, and grabbed his wrist.

Duan Fei looked back, surprised in his eyes.

Duan Jiu's face was distorted by the pain, and he still hadn't forgotten to curl his lips into a charming smile: "The commander is too biased. When Xiao Shiliu was injured, he still took care of him beside the couch with his clothes untied. When I come here, how come he becomes self-reliant."

Duan Feifeng's eyes blinked, and the light flickered slightly. "you....."

He paused, "You don't want me to touch you."

Sure enough, I still care.

Duan Jiu really wanted to cover his open mouth until a few breaths later.

"That's for others." He smiled, "How can the commander be the same, I'm willing to touch you as many times as you want."

Those words sounded a bit ambiguous to those who cared.

But Duan Fei didn't notice it, and his eyebrows stretched a little.

He was obviously relieved by his kind words.

Duan Jiu thought, their leader is really lonely.

After being locked in the deep palace for many years, the more I don't want to get along with others, the more lonely I feel.

Whether it's Little Sixteen or the brothers in the Dark Guard Camp, they have all become the salvation he entrusted with his feelings.So much so that just hearing a word of flattery will make you feel happy.

It's too cunning, and it's hard to say anything cruel.

Duan Jiu sighed: "Commander, this subordinate's wound hurts very much, may I trouble you to bandage it for this subordinate?"

Duan Fei fell silent.

"I'm not good at medicine, let the doctor come..."

Duan Jiu interrupted him: "This subordinate doesn't want others to touch him."

Duan Fei glanced at him, squatted down and unbuttoned his shirt, with a cold expression: "Then you hold on."

The wrapped bandages were untied one by one, and the cold fingertips touched the skin, and there was a bone-piercing coolness.

Duan Jiu gradually began to regret it.

Duan Fei said that he is not good at medical skills, it is purely modest.

He simply won't.

No matter the method of cleaning the wound or applying medicine, they are all brutal and outrageous.

Duan Jiu finally understood why Xiaoliu would rather hide with him every time he was injured than go back to the camp and let the commander bandage him up.

It turned out that the uniform and rough bandaging techniques from top to bottom of the Dark Guard Battalion were all inherited from Duan Fei.

"Does it hurt?" Seeing that he was shaking violently, Duan Fei relaxed his movements.

"No." Duan Jiu pursed his lips and smiled palely, "It doesn't hurt, it's quite comfortable."

Duan Fei didn't doubt either.

After all, when he bandaged Xiaoliu, Xiaoliu never showed any abnormalities.As for himself, his pain perception is actually very slow, and he can't feel it at all.

In fact, Duan Fei always thought that his bandaging technique was quite normal.

After finally taking the medicine, Duan Jiu heaved a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall to pant, his back was soaked in cold sweat.

Duan Fei pulled off the bandage, half knelt down, and put his arms around his waist.

He was slashed with a long knife from his chest to his abdomen, about half a foot long.

When bandaging, one hand must be wrapped around his neck, and the other hand must be passed through his armpit.

But in this way, it was as if he was being embraced in his arms.

Duan Jiu's body froze suddenly, the unbearable nightmare flooded into his mind, the blood all over his body was crazily screaming for danger, he almost couldn't hold back and pushed him away.

Duan Fei circled several layers of bandages, and when he looked up, he saw beads of sweat on his forehead, and his lips were dark blue and purple.

"what happened to you?"

Duan Jiu didn't answer, but clenched his fist tightly, restraining the fear in his heart: "Commander, are you done bandaging?"

"It's still close." Duan Fei paused, frowning: "Does it hurt?"

Duan Jiu took a deep breath and smiled: "No."

Seeing that Duan Fei didn't believe it, he raised his eyebrows and said frivolously: "I suddenly have a urgency to urinate and want to go to the latrine, if you don't hurry up, I won't be able to hold back anymore."

Duan Fei: ...

Nothing to say.

He speeded up, tied an auspicious knot Zhou Zhengdi, and said, "It's done."

Duan Jiu got up almost instantly, grabbed his clothes and jumped out of the window, fleeing in a hurry.

Duan Fei stared at his back with deep eyes.

After a while, he walked to the table, took out the jade bottle, poured out a white pill, and put it into the porridge.

......

Duan Jiu was leaning against the wall, short of breath, trembling hands and feet.

I thought I had forgotten those memories, but I didn't expect that once I was approached, I would still lose my mind.

It was only because the incense on Duan Feiyi was too strong, which made him think of those disgusting experiences involuntarily.

The cold night wind blew, and the snow fell into his eyelashes, which made him calm down a bit.

Duan Jiu put on his clothes, tied up his messy hair, took a deep breath and walked back.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure standing in the shade of a slanted tree.

He immediately drank coldly:

"Who!?"

The man stepped out, the moonlight revealing the scar on his face and the blindfold.

"Vice General Xu?" Duan Jiu curled his lips into a smile, "Why are you here?"

Xu Wanchun looked at him coldly, with unpredictable emotions hidden in his eyes.

"Duan Fei did not hesitate to sacrifice you to protect Duan Shiliu, don't you hate him?"

Duan Jiu narrowed his eyes, "I don't understand the meaning of Vice General Xu's words."

"Don't play dumb, I saw it. When Duan Fei was plotting with the general, didn't you just watch from the sidelines?"

The smile on Duan Jiu's face disappeared.

"You and Duan Shiliu are both Xuanwei, and no one is inferior to the other. Over the years, you have made immortal achievements for the dark guard camp. Duan Fei can stand tall in the palace, and half of the credit comes from the palace that you are in charge of. foreign intelligence system."

"As for Duan Shiliu, what can he do? He will only get into trouble, dragging the entire dark guard battalion to accompany him to be punished, and let Duan Fei take responsibility for him several times.

"But such a person is deeply loved by Duan Fei, and even wants to put a voodoo on you for his sake, Duan Jiu, are you willing?"

"Shut up! I don't need others to talk about my business."

Duan Jiu's face sank like water, he turned and left.

Xu Wanchun raised his voice, and the voice of questioning echoed in his ears: "Duan Jiu! Is it really worth it for you to do your duty for such a eccentric and selfish leader!?"

Duan Jiu closed his eyes and pretended not to hear.

Back in the tent, half the tea time has passed.

Duan Fei sat at the table with downcast eyes, staring at the steaming bowl of meat porridge in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Commander."

Duan Jiu called out.

His long eyelashes fluttered and he lifted his eyelids: "You're back."

"En." Duan Jiu walked over and sat down.

"The porridge is cold, I reheat it."

Xu Wanchun's words echoed in his ears.Duan Jiu didn't know what to reply, just answering "oh" seemed too indifferent, only Xiao Shiliu would do such a stupid thing.

After thinking for a while, he smiled: "It's hard work for the leader, the leader is really kind to his subordinates."

Duan Fei was even more silent.

After a while, he said bluntly, "Drink it while it's hot."

Duan Jiu's smile faded, but soon returned to normal, and said frivolously: "This subordinate is injured, isn't the commander planning to feed his subordinates?"

Duan Fei frowned: "Don't make trouble."

Duan Jiu raised his bandaged fingers and said in a pitiful tone, "But, it hurts."

After being quiet for a while, Duan Fei could only reach out to pick up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, cooled it carefully, and handed it to his lips.

Duan Jiu smiled and took a sip: "When Little Sixteen is injured, will the Commander take care of him like this, feeding him porridge with his own hands?"

"No." Duan Fei looked indifferent, "He doesn't drink porridge."

He will only take the opportunity to act like a baby and ask for a big roast chicken to hold and chew on himself.

Duan Jiu laughed out loud.

Their leadership is still so serious that it makes people speechless.

He sighed deeply, resting his chin, staring at Duan Fei's beautiful face.

"Commander..."

"What's the matter."

"...Forget it, it's okay, it's fun to shout."

Duan Jiu raised his head, swallowed the bowl of porridge in one gulp, winked at him and smiled lightly: "It's late at night, let's rest."

He slept as soon as he said he would, and got into the mattress on the floor and closed his eyes.

Duan Fei stared at him for a moment, got up and put out the candle, and lay down on the couch.

Duan Jiu suddenly opened his eyes, turned to him and said, "Good dream, Commander."

Duan Fei let out a "huh".

......

As soon as it was dawn, Duan Yue sat up in shock.

Fuck, overslept.

He slapped Prince Jing beside him awake.

"The sun is drying your ass, Duan Chuchu, get up quickly!"

Prince Jing let out a muffled snort, like a caterpillar, wrapped in the quilt and rolled around on the bed a few times, shrinking even more rounded.

Oh, Duan Yue scolded, didn't bother to care about him, got up and hurriedly washed and dressed.

Little Yellow Book flapped its wings and flew over his shoulder: "Lin Huan has already dismissed the eldest prince and rushed to the moat! If Dad doesn't hurry up, it will be too late!"

Lin Huan is the eldest prince's friend... no, the doctor and attendant.

"I know I know! Don't rush!"

Duan Yue quickly washed his face, rinsed his mouth with salt particles, wrapped Prince Jing, who was sleeping dimly on the couch, in his arms, went straight out of the space, and ran wildly.

From a distance, a young man in light yellow clothes was half kneeling on the ground, pouring something into the river.

Duan Yue was startled, remembering to shout:

"stop!"

The young man trembled in fright.

Not much had been poured, but now the whole bottle fell into it.

Duan Yue was terrified, threw Prince Jing to the bank, turned around and threw himself directly into the river, picked up the bottle quickly, tapped his toes, and jumped out of the water.

Prince Jing rubbed his eyes and sat on the bank wearily, he was sprayed all over his body, so he didn't have to wash his face.

"Have you caught up, Sixteen?"

Duan Yue used his internal force to dry the moisture in his clothes, and when he heard his words, he became angry, knelt down and pinched his ears: "Catch up! It's too late!"

Prince Jing sighed, "That's a pity."

That expression of yours is clearly saying that's great.

Duan Yue gritted his teeth angrily: "Didn't you say you woke me up this morning? Where did you wake me up?"

King Jing blinked and said, "I called, but you didn't listen." He also kicked him out of bed.

"The next time I fucking believe your nonsense, I will read the name upside down!"

"No, it doesn't sound good."

"Go away!"

The young man saw him arguing with Prince Jing for a while, and hesitantly asked, "Are you...?"