Work hard for the shadow guard

Outside Motian City, Ji Yuheng and the others were sitting in a carriage, Ying Jiu was driving in front, there were quite a few pedestrians and vehicles passing by on the road, and the spacious official road was full of dust.

"Master, are you alright?" Dongsheng looked at Song Tang worriedly.

"It's okay, it's just that my arm hurts a little, and the bone should not be broken," Song Tang rubbed his shoulder lightly, grinning in pain.

"This bastard is really vicious, fellow daoist, if you didn't come, I'm really afraid that this arm will be useless." Song Tang said to Ji Yuheng.

"If we don't show up, are you going to have a stalemate with that person?" Ji Yuheng asked.

"I don't want to either. I couldn't hold back and confronted him. It would be ugly if I ran away. If I had known how powerful he was, I would have taken Dongsheng away."

Song Tang was joking with a rebirth after a catastrophe.

Ji Yuheng knew that he was joking. Song Tang looked cheerful and easy-going, but in fact he was very stubborn. Sometimes he would rather go too far than bow his head, "Then you will slip away next time."

Song Tang smiled and said, "Next time for sure!"

Unfortunately, when Song Tang was forced again later, he still couldn't escape.

"Master, there is a post station ahead, do you need to take a rest?" Ying Jiu's voice came from outside the car curtain.

Ji Yuheng opened the curtain of the car, and it was almost evening outside, and the fiery red sunset spread across the sky. The suburbs were very empty, there were no redundant buildings, and a two-story inn stood alone in front.

Although Song Tang didn't get hurt at all, his current condition is actually not good, and he is not suitable for traveling overnight.

"Go ahead and rest for the night."

There is only this inn in a radius of dozens of miles outside Motian City. After Ji Yuheng and others entered, they were told that there were only two guest rooms left.

Naturally, Ji Yuheng and Yingjiu lived in the same room, and Song Tang and Dongsheng lived in the same room.

In Song Tang's room, Dong Sheng roughly made the bed, "Master, the bed has been made, if you are tired, go to rest first, I will sleep on the ground and keep watch for you."

Song Tang held Dongsheng down, "It's cold in the north, even if you put on a bedding, you'll still be chilly. If you sleep on the floor, you'll catch a cold. This bed is not too small. Let's squeeze through tonight."

"Master, your arm is injured. I don't sleep well and I will touch you."

"It's okay, I didn't hurt the bone, and it doesn't hurt much now." Song Tang moved his right arm, and there was still a little soreness, but it was not a serious problem.

"It's still early, let's talk to two fellow Taoists. They saved us today, and we haven't thanked them properly yet."

Song Tang and Dong Sheng went to knock on the door of Ji Yuheng's room.

"dong dong"

No one answered.

"Two fellow daoists, are you in there?" Song Tang asked, and he suddenly thought, it could be people from the Guo family who came to take revenge on them, right?

Song Tang didn't wait for Ji Yuheng who was inside to speak, and pushed open the door.

In the room, Yingjiu's belt was untied, and the snow-white tunic was loosely hung on her body. It looked like she had just put it on in a panic. The collar was not pulled properly, revealing a pair of beautiful collarbones that were deeply sunken. The tight chest is looming.

Seeing someone coming in, Yingjiu hurriedly tried to put on her clothes, but was stopped by Ji Yuheng, who had just applied the medicine and hadn't wrapped the bandages, so it would rub against the clothes.

"Why is Mr. Song here?" Seeing that Song Tang's eyes were still on Ying Jiu, Ji Yuheng opened his mouth to divert Song Tang's attention.

Although Yingjiu looks handsome, but the serious and cold temperament around him always makes people ignore his appearance. Now this half-clothed appearance shows his own charm vividly, making Song Tang accidentally look straight at the eyes .

"Ah, I'm really sorry," Song Tang returned to his senses, "There was no response when I knocked on the door just now. I was afraid that the Guo family came to take revenge. You were beaten by them, so you just opened the door and walked in. What are you doing?" What?"

Seeing Song Tang's calm expression, Ji Yuheng didn't bother with him, "Come in first, and close the door."

Song Tang sat on the stool next to the two of them, saw the medicine bottle and bandages on the table, and asked nervously, "Is this fellow Taoist injured? Did he get injured just to save us?"

"It's an old injury from before, and it has nothing to do with you," Ji Yuheng replied, "Young Master Song, my name is Ji Yuheng, and this is Ji Jiu. You don't need to call us fellow daoists. It sounds awkward, just call us by name."

"That's exactly what I mean. How about I call you Yuheng and Ji Jiu? You can just call me Song Tang. This is my companion, Dongsheng."

Dong Sheng was pulled over by Song Tang, and smiled shyly, "Hello, two young masters."

Ji Yuheng nodded. Although he felt that Yuheng's name was too close, it was indeed much better than that of fellow daoist.

"Yuheng, then we are friends now. Is Ji Jiu's injury serious? I just bought Zhuyu Shengji Ointment. I heard that the effect is very good. Let me bring it for you to try."

Zhuyu Shengji cream, Ji Yuheng saw it when he was shopping in Mo Tiancheng, it was priced at 500 taels of silver, but because of the addition of deep sea pearl powder, it changed from a few taels of silver to an ordinary muscle-generating ointment. Ask for Zhuyu Shengji Cream.

He was still thinking at the time, who would spend money to buy such an extremely cheap thing, but he didn't expect that person to be Song Tang.

Song Tang put a short, milky white porcelain vase on the table, "Brother Yuheng, I heard that the pearls inside can prevent wounds from leaving scars, and it is said that Mo Tiancheng's alchemy master made it himself, and the effect should be good." , you can use it for Ji Jiu later."

The effect of avoiding scars is indeed good, and Ji Yuheng does not want to leave criss-crossing scars on Yingjiu's body, destroying the natural beauty for nothing.

"Okay, then thank you very much."

Seeing that Ji Yuheng took the medicine bottle, Song Tang didn't do it immediately, and thought belatedly, he should withdraw first, so as not to hinder others from taking the medicine.

On the way back, Song Tang knocked himself on the head. Ji Yuheng and Ji Jiu were just in a pure master-servant relationship. When he just opened the door and saw the scene inside, he was a bit confused.

Although Song Tang himself likes women, his elder brother is a man and woman. His elder brother took over the family business very early. The Song family's silk and satin became bigger and bigger, and there were more and more people in the elder brother's backyard.

Once when he was looking for his elder brother, he accidentally entered the backyard, and was entangled by several male pets inside. What was even more exaggerated was that his elder brother even encouraged him to try men.

joke!I have never even touched a girl's hand, how could I give my first night to a man!Fortunately, my father couldn't stand it anymore, and told my brother not to spoil him for no reason, so my brother restrained himself a little.

It's just that with the enlightenment given to him by his brother, Song Tang will still accidentally think wrong when he sees two men who are acting intimately.

"Ajiu, wait a minute, I'll apply this myogenic ointment on you. Although it may not be as effective as a sore medicine, it's better than nothing."

Ji Yuheng took off Yingjiu's middle coat again, revealing her bruised back. In the past half a month, Yingjiu's injury has actually improved, but compared with ordinary people, the recovery has been slower.

Yingjiu felt a tingling pain when the cool muscle-creating ointment was applied on the wound. He thought it was because the medicine was taking effect, but he didn't expect that the stinging pain became more and more severe, and the wound on his back seemed to be Being roasted by flames.

"Master..." Ying Jiu couldn't help but speak.

Ji Yuheng saw that Yingjiu was covered in cold sweat and trembling uncontrollably, so he quickly put down the medicine, "Ajiu, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with the medicine?"

Ying Jiu was already in so much pain that she couldn't speak, the flesh on her back seemed to be being corroded, rotting away inch by inch, Ying Jiu wished she could immediately gouged out the wound on her back.

He fell to the ground, resisting the urge to roll all over the floor, the magic power that had been sealed by him was about to be emitted, his forehead was a little itchy, and he wanted to reveal the original shape of the demon race!

Ying Jiu gritted her teeth tightly to control the magic power in her body, she must not show the magic shape at this time, it will scare the master.

Ji Yuheng had already realized that it was a problem with the muscle-creating cream, so he hurriedly wiped off the muscle-creating cream on Yingjiu's back with the towel in the basin.

It's a pity that the first smeared part has been absorbed by Ying Jiu's body, and the wound has festered and tends to get worse.

Ji Yuheng made a quick decision, "Jiu, hold on." He carefully wiped off the muscle-creating ointment and the ulcerated skin with a towel soaked in water, stopping the wound from festering in time.

Yingjiu's breathing gradually became stable, and he sat up again with his hands supporting his body, his whole body covered in cold sweat, and the black hair on his forehead was also soaked.

Ji Yuheng looked at Ying Jiu as if he had just been fished out of the water, distressed and angry, the injury on his back had just healed a little, and now it got worse again!

"Is it the medicine?"

Song Tang should not have harmed him, could it be that the shopkeeper who sold it to him injected medicine in it? Ji Yuheng frowned, and a sternness flashed in his eyes. If it was really the shopkeeper who did it, he would definitely go back and teach him a lesson.

Yingjiu has never been to the human world before, and naturally she has never used the elixir of the human world. This muscle-creating ointment was refined by a cultivator, and it contains a lot of pure spiritual power. It must be her own demon clan. The physique couldn't accept these spiritual powers, and was backlashed.

But Yingjiu couldn't really explain it that way. He lowered his head and lied after all, "Master, there is nothing wrong with this elixir. It should be because it conflicts with the cultivation method of the subordinates, so it can't be absorbed."

Ji Yuheng didn't speak, his eyes were a little heavy, and he didn't know how much he believed Yingjiu's words.

Yingjiu looked at Ji Yuheng with some concern, she was too useless, and now the wound has not healed, but has become more serious, does the master feel that he is holding back.

Feeling Ying Jiu's eyes, Ji Yuheng pulled out a smile to comfort him, he was hurt like this, but worried about his emotions, is Ah Jiu's body made of iron?

At this time, Song Tang's voice came from outside again, "Yuheng, were you okay in your room just now?"

The soundproofing of the inn was not good, Song Tang heard Ji Yuheng's exclamation and Ying Jiu's muffled snort, fearing that something might happen to them, so he rushed over to have a look.

Trust is sometimes so inexplicable. Although Song Tang gave the medicine, Yingjiu suffered a backlash immediately after applying it, but judging from Song Tang's reaction, Ji Yuheng still believed that Song Tang was just out of kindness, and never knew that the medicine would affect Ying Jiu. Nine brings harm.

In this case, there is no need to let Song Tang know, Ji Yuheng didn't open the door, "It's okay, we are going to bed, you should go to bed early too."

Song Tang walked back to the room with peace of mind after hearing this, and it turned out that he was thinking too much. The "plop" sound and Ji Jiu's muffled groan might just be that he accidentally bumped into the table, rather than what they were doing indescribable.

Ji Yuheng heard Song Tang leave and looked at the more serious wound on Yingjiu's back. Maybe it was really like what Ajiu said, the medicine contradicted his skills. Ji Yuheng couldn't think of other more reasonable explanations.

"Forget it, I'll sprinkle another layer of golden sore medicine on you." Yingjiu gave him the golden sore medicine, and if you apply it, you won't get backlash.