The perfect game for personalities

Not far from the ruined temple was a carriage hidden in the darkness. Azheji strode over, stuffed Jiang Fei into the carriage, and took the reins to act as a groom.

"go!"

The horse was carrying his BMW all the way, screaming loudly and ran towards a certain place with its hooves on its back, and the snake that came out of the ruined temple followed silently.

Azheji patted the horse affectionately, bent over and got into the carriage, and saw Jiang Fei opened the curtain of the carriage, as if he was about to jump out and escape.

Azheji rushed over immediately, and while grabbing his arm, he also lowered his face.

"You want to run?"

A few snakes that got in entangled Jiang Fei's hands and feet, and he shrank back to hide. The tattered prison uniform that was a little wet from the rain was dirty and stained with muddy water.

Azheji frowned, pulled him over, tore off his prison uniform, and threw him directly out the window.

The white flesh got into his eyes, he had no other thoughts, and was attracted to look a few more times.

Jiang Fei stared at him vigilantly, and was entangled by the snake, not daring to act rashly, so he could only curl up his legs and sit silently on the furry blanket covered by the carriage.

The blanket looks like the fur of some kind of animal, and it still has a lingering smell of dried blood. Jiang Fei is very sensitive to this, but at the moment there is no other clothes to cover the body, and it is terribly cold, so he has to stay like this for the time being. with.

Seeing his slight trembling, Azheji thought for a moment, took off his robe and threw it to him.

"There are no other clothes on the carriage. Yours are too dirty. Wear mine first."

Jiang Fei hesitated for a moment, but took it anyway.

His body has been dusty for the past few days. He had just been drenched in the rain. His wet hair stained his temples, his white and thin cheeks looked like a beauty in a painting, and his dark eyes had knives in them, looking at Azheji .

"Where are you taking me?"

He asked knowingly, but Azheji really answered.

"Take you back and give it to my brother."

Jiang Fei fell silent and stopped talking.

Of course he didn't want to go with Azheji, but he couldn't run away for the time being, he couldn't confront Azheji head-on, so he pretended to be obedient first, and then looked for an opportunity to escape.

Seeming to see through his mind, Azheji sat cross-legged across from him, looking at him.

"I heard that you assassinated the second prince and were imprisoned. He exiled you because he was unwilling to kill you."

"But exile is so hard, you might as well come with me."

"You were born so beautiful, my younger brother will definitely treat you well, and will not tell you to die in vain like your master, and will never be as ruthless as the second prince."

His tone was so firm, Jiang Fei couldn't help but refute after listening for a while.

"You're not your brother, how do you know that he will like me? If you take me back all the way, but he doesn't like me, then can you let me go?"

"Will not."

Azheji's tone was very firm, his golden pupils stared straight at him, and his tone was gentle.

"My brother and I have similar preferences. I have taken a fancy to you, and he must like you too."

The meaning of these words is clearly to say that he himself likes Jiang Fei.

indeed so.

Azheji has always thought that the women here are delicate and the men are rigid, but after seeing Jiang Fei, he realized that there is such a handsome man, with a cold and clean temperament, but also has an endearing charm.

He can fall in love with Jiang Fei, so he naturally likes Jiang Fei, but he has made up his mind to give Jiang Fei to his younger brother, so he will stick to the bottom line and will not cross it.

Hearing this, Jiang Fei also understood what he meant, and frowned slightly.

He was well-born, and he looked good when he frowned, and there was a faint weakness at the tip of his brows, like a beauty in trouble.

Azheji couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to smooth his eyebrows and wipe off the raindrops on his face.

But as soon as he raised his hand, Jiang Fei dodged it as if he was facing a big enemy, his face turned paler, and he looked panic-stricken as if he was a snake entangled with him.

This expression was so sharp that Azheji had to withdraw his hand and comforted him.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Then can you let me go? I don't want to leave here."

Facing his request, Azheji pondered for a while, and spoke in a slow tone.

"If the people in the capital find out that you are the only one alive, they will definitely not let you go. If you don't leave here, you will die."

The totem tattooed on his face is blue, like a mysterious mist, and the golden pupil is the king of snakes drilled out of it.

More and more snakes climbed into the carriage, some of them climbed onto Azheji's shoulders and arms affectionately, some were attracted by Jiang Fei, and went straight to his side.

Jiang Fei kept trying to escape, but the space in the carriage was limited, so he grabbed one and threw it away, and didn't care about the other ones getting under the robes covering his body.

This is too embarrassing, Azheji looked at him thoughtfully and explained.

"My snakes rarely get close to strangers like this. They like you so much because they feel that I'm not wary of you, and because I said before, there are Gu worms in your body."

As if he could feel the movement of Gu worms in Jiang Fei's body, Azheji fell silent, his brows furrowed deeper.

"You have more Gu worms, no wonder it smells so fragrant, my snake can hardly bear it anymore."

The snake is the totem of the Azheji family, and they have a strange connection with the snake from birth.

Azheji couldn't understand the snake's language, but he could feel the snake's mood.

They liked Jiang Fei very much and were very hungry, so hungry that they wanted to eat him immediately.

Azheji yelled at something, pulled the snake that got into Jiang Fei's body aside, drove it away, and then said interestingly.

"You rest first."

After speaking, he bent over and got out again.

Xu Shi saw that he was very repulsed by snakes, so the snakes in the carriage followed him out.

It wasn't until the last one reluctantly crawled out that Jiang Fei relaxed a little.

He looked at the carriage, then tentatively opened the curtain lightly, and there was a snake hissing and spitting out snake letters, as if warning him not to have any thoughts of escape again.

The downpour drenched the world outside the carriage. Seeing this, Jiang Fei had no choice but to put down the curtain, lean on the blanket, and curl up to rest.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage stopped.

Exhausted, Jiang Fei fell asleep at first, but he still remembered that he was in a dangerous situation, so he woke up the moment Azheji came in.

The rain seemed to have stopped, and Azheji's gentle voice was very clear.

"Here we are, come down."

Jiang Fei was trapped among the blankets piled up in the carriage, his body was covered with his outer robe, and his long hair was scattered in a messy sleep. When he looked over sleepily like this, Azheji's heart moved inexplicably.

He couldn't tell what it was like, his heart was a little soft.

Jiang Fei's vacant eyes fell on his face, and it took a few seconds for her to solidify.

He sat up with his arms propped up, trying to wrap up Azheji's robe, but he was inexplicably weak and his movements were much slower.

Azheji waited for him for a while, then frowned suddenly, and strode closer.

"Why is your face so red?"

Jiang Fei, who was extra vigilant just a moment ago, was unguarded against his approach at this moment, even a little dazed.

The rough palm pressed against Jiang Fei's cheek, and Azheji suddenly understood the hot touch, quite surprised.

"You have a fever."

Foreigners are born with a good physique, strong body, and rarely get sick. Azheji didn't expect that Jiang Fei would catch cold and get sick in just this short time, which is too fragile.

It's just that this fragility is not annoying, but it is easy to be pitied.

Jiang Fei didn't seem to want to be skin-to-skin with him, she tried her best to turn her head away, but she passed out directly on the blanket.

Azheji's heart tightened, and he immediately knelt down on one knee and held him in his arms.

When he left the ruined temple, he threw away the prison uniform on Jiang Fei's body, and now his skin was smooth when he touched it, but it was scalded to death, as if it was about to melt.

Azheji quickly took off all his shirts and wrapped them around him, then picked him up with his bare upper body, and strode out of the carriage.

The carriage stopped at the gate of a house outside the city, which was the temporary residence of their foreigners.

Azheji was determined to take Jiang Fei back, so he hid outside the capital with some of his subordinates, and let the others pretend that they followed the original route to go back to the place where the aliens lived. Now that they found Jiang Fei, they cleaned up without stopping, overnight Leaving the vicinity of the capital.

Before leaving, Azheji asked the doctor to prescribe some medicines for Jiang Fei, and decocted them on time on the way, but for some reason, Jiang Fei's fever never recovered, and he still didn't wake up in a daze for several days.

It is already a few cities away from the capital, and there should be no one chasing after such a long distance.

Azheji looked at the surrounding mountains and open grassland, and when he came to a stream, he ordered to rest for a while, then bent and got into the carriage.

In the carriage were piled some more silk and satin quilts that Azheji bought from the shop, and Jiang Fei was piled up inside, only revealing a white and handsome face.

In the past few days, he has become thinner again, his chin is pointed, and his sleepy appearance is very pitiful.

Azheji sat beside him, and ripples like water ripples appeared in his heart again.

He stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Fei's cheek. The temperature dropped a little, but it was still hotter than ordinary people. Azheji was a little worried that he would burn stupidly, but they really didn't have time to wait for Jiang Fei's illness to recover before going on the road. .

Azheji turned and went out, and came in a while later with a bowl of boiled medicine.

This time, he sat next to Jiang Fei, held him in his arms, skillfully scooped up a spoonful of the dark potion, and handed it to Jiang Fei's mouth.

The bitter taste had already made Jiang Fei frown, struggling weakly to turn his face away, but he had no strength, Azheji gently clamped his cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth, and then poured down a spoonful of medicine.

This method can only feed half a bowl at most. After Jiang Fei had tasted enough of the bitter medicine, he refused to drink it anyway, and vomited it out after feeding it.

Azheji put down the spoon, wiped the medicine juice he spit on his chin with his knuckles, then gulped the remaining half bowl of medicine into his mouth, then lowered his head, covered Jiang Fei's lips and let him pass.

Soft lips are like clouds, stamens, and spring breeze.

It was the first time for Azheji to kiss someone else's lips, but this time it was to save Jiang Fei's life, so he had no choice but to make a bad move, not to mix it with any charming thoughts, and to get rid of all distracting thoughts.

After feeding the medicine, Azheji went to the stream outside to wet a towel, and came back to wipe Jiang Fei's body.

He had never done this kind of serving job, and Jiang Fei was a gift he was determined to give to his younger brother. He couldn't let other foreigners take advantage of Jiang Fei first, so he thought about it, so he had to do it himself.

Jiang Fei was sweating from being covered, his body was a little sticky, and his snow-white flesh was shining.

Azheji seemed to be wiping a piece of fine porcelain, with very light force, he carefully wiped every inch of his body dry, then put on clean dirty clothes, and stuffed them back into the quilt of the carriage.

After doing all this, Azheji felt a little hot for some reason.

With a dry mouth, he unconsciously licked his lips, glanced at the unconscious Jiang Fei, and went out clutching a wet towel.

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