I want it all

Su Lang's lips were tightly pressed together, unable to speak, unable to move on the bed, only his cheeks were as bright as haze, and there was a tendency to intensify.

"It's not burning." Shen Feiyun let out a long sigh of relief, and gently put down his high-hanging heart.

He was puzzled and said: "What's the matter with you, no matter what unspeakable secrets you have, why should you be polite with me, just say it out."

Su Lang said with difficulty: "I think...it's convenient..."

After saying these few simple words, his throat was on fire, and every breath felt like a knife cut, it seemed that this was the limit.

Hearing this, Shen Feiyun was startled for a moment, and quickly realized.

That's right, it's been three days, Su Lang drank a lot of porridge and went in, it's not easy to endure until now, it seems that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he had no choice but to ask him for help.

"I'll carry you outside." Shen Feiyun said generously, and after finishing speaking, he was about to dig Su Lang out of the quilt.

"No." Su Lang's face flushed from holding back, and he could only utter a single word due to the unbearable pain in his throat.

But his expression was forbearance and resistance, he was clearly rejecting Shen Feiyun's touch, needless to say, it could be seen with his eyes alone.

Shen Feiyun softened his voice, and said slowly: "I've seen you all over, not just once, so why be ashamed."

Su Lang's expression became more and more painful, and he didn't relax because of a few words of relief.

He knew what he looked like now, he thought that his body was covered with whip marks and sword marks, extremely ugly, but Shen Feiyun liked beautiful women, but he wanted to let Shen Feiyun see such an unbearable body.

He was speechless.

Shen Feiyun was afraid that Su Lang couldn't help it. If something bad happened because of the delay, how could a self-respecting and self-loving person like Su Lang accept such an accident.

Thinking of this, Shen Feiyun no longer hesitated, directly took out a brand new thin quilt from the cabinet, wrapped Su Lang in it, and carried him out.

When he returned to the room again, Shen Feiyun carefully washed his hands, and then changed to a new basin of water.

While eating the porridge, Su Lang hadn't recovered from the accident, he was in a trance, and he didn't know what he had done. When he recovered, he found that he had finished the bowl of porridge.

"Eat less and eat more," Shen Feiyun put down the bowl, "Once you feel hungry, tell me, I'll serve porridge, don't be afraid to disturb me."

Su Lang wanted to nod, but found that he didn't have any extra strength, so he blinked his eyes to signal that he knew.

"Since you've finished eating, I'll change your medicine."

Shen Feiyun took out the remaining half bottle of Snowflake Jade Lotion, opened it and placed it on the low table, then sat on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, pulled Su Lang in front of him, and leaned on his chest.

After pulling back the quilt, Su Lang lowered his head to see his own situation, and it was exactly as he expected - the twisted scars all over his body, on his snow-white skin, looked like squirming feet.

"Hmm..." Su Lang groaned in pain.

Shen Feiyun seemed to understand something, dipped his index finger into the Snowflake Jade Dew ointment, and said while applying it: "It will be fine, this ointment has miraculous effects, within ten days, all the sores on your body will be healed and scabbed."

Speaking of this, he didn't want to hide anything, so he paused and continued.

"It's just that there will still be scars after the scabs fall off. If you want to remove the new skin traces, you can only use 'Huagu Powder'. After dilution, the whole person soaks in it. As long as you endure the pain of transformation for a day, you will never leave ugly marks. scar."

Su Lang knew that what Shen Feiyun said was good, and he felt better, but he couldn't calm down, and he was panting heavily.

The last time I used half a bottle, it was because Su Lang was seriously injured. This time, Shen Feiyun only applied it thinly on Su Lang's body once. According to this amount, the rest is enough to apply three or four times.

Shen Feiyun was afraid that the ointment would get on the quilt, so he supported Su Lang's armpits to deliver internal energy for others, while opening up the blocked meridians, he kept warm and dispelled the cold.

The oil lamp was more than half burned, and the wick crackled.

"All right."

Seeing that the ointment had dried up, Shen Feiyun stuffed Su Lang into the quilt, then swung his sleeves, extinguished the oil lamp with the wind of his sleeves, pressed against Su Lang tightly, and then closed his tired eyes.

The next day, Shen Feiyun woke up leisurely, only to feel that the body under the arms was very stiff, so he let go of his hand, left the warm Su Lang, and apologized in time.

"I did not do it on purpose."

As soon as he turned around, there was a punch distance between him and Su Lang, but the soft and warm touch just now kept appearing in his mind.

He was in the fresh-blooded grade, and absurd thoughts followed, popping up over and over again, and the situation on his body became more and more serious, and it was difficult to subside.

Shen Feiyun didn't wait any longer, put on his clothes directly, and rushed out the door as if fleeing.

After a long burst of cold wind, he finally woke up. He didn't know what he was coy about. He had done more than one time.

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After a few more days like this, Yan Si finally rushed over with his people.

Shen Feiyun saw a few people approaching from a distance, and waited for them to walk in before he greeted them.

"I haven't seen Elder Yan for a long time. I told you that you forgot about the Nine Turns Moon Insect Pill in my body. You are going to let me destroy myself."

"Master Shen is serious." Yan Si pursed his lips and said coldly.

Not seeing each other for a few days, Yan Si recovered from the misfortune, his beard was shaved clean, and he became old and dignified again, his eyes and lips were bruised, it seemed that he was overworked and couldn't sleep well for a long time.

He looked up at Shen Feiyun and asked, "Can you show me your hands."

Without hesitation, Shen Feiyun spread his hands to Yan Si.

Yan Si rolled up his sleeves, and saw two red lines on the wrist, going upwards along the forearm, as if they were going to meander towards the heart.

"Is Mr. Shen feeling unwell?"

"Naturally." Shen Feiyun sneered slightly, "After taking the Jiuzhuan Yuechong Pill, how can I get any benefits? From the beginning of these two days, my fingertips became slightly numb, and in the middle of the night I suddenly woke up from my sleep, feeling that my fingertips were being squeezed. Like ants biting."

When Yan Si heard it, it was indeed the effect of the Jiuzhuan Yuechong Pill. Combined with the red thread on his hand, he believed that Shen Feiyun had really been poisoned, so he didn't spit it out to lie to him.

"Here." Yan Si took out an antidote from his bosom, "This is the first one, and there are eight more in the future. If Mr. Shen doesn't want to suffer, he should know what to do."

Shen Feiyun took it without looking at it, and threw it into his mouth, making a swallowing motion.

"Thank you, there will be Elder Lao Yan in the future."

Yan Si acted carefully, and said with certainty: "Young Master Shen, show me your hands again."

Shen Feiyun rolled up his sleeves consciously, and put his hand under Yan Si's eyelids, the two original red marks gradually dissipated this time.

Seeing is believing, not fake.

Yan Si finally believed it completely, without the slightest doubt anymore.

He pulled a far-fetched smirk, raised his hand to signal the believers behind to come forward, and said, "Didn't Mr. Shen say that he wanted some dishes? I sent someone to bring some over, but the fresh ones are afraid that you won't be able to finish them, so they are pickled." passed."

"It's fine if I have it, I'm very content." Shen Feiyun smiled, and then sincerely thanked him.

Seeing the disciples put the dishes at the door, Yan Si rolled his eyes and said stiffly, "Can I go and see Qi Yuwen?"

"What?" Shen Feiyun's heart trembled, and he became vigilant, "He was seriously injured, and now he has recovered a little bit of strength, which is only enough to turn over, and he can't even sit up."

Yan Si's face was a little tired, so he put away his smirk and said slowly, "Just take a look."

Shen Feiyun had no choice but to lead the person into the house and light the lamp.

Su Lang's throat improved a lot, and he was able to speak a long paragraph.His hearing is not good now, until Yan Si stood in the light, he realized that there was one more person, and his breathing was suddenly cloudy and heavy.

"Who?"

"Yan Si, the elder of the Sacred Fire Sect." Shen Feiyun immediately answered the call and introduced it to Su Lang.

Su Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, tensed up, and cast a suspicious look at Yan Si.

When Yan Si met Su Lang, he found that the situation was exactly as Shen Feiyun said, the other party was not perfunctory, trying to deceive him to delay time.

He left with satisfaction: "Please, Mr. Shen, don't forget your promise. I still have something to do, so I will leave first."

After Shen Feiyun took the people out, he took the dishes at the door to the kitchen and steamed the rice.

After the meal, Su Lang said, "There is something I forgot to tell you."

"What?" Shen Feiyun immediately tightened his fists, thinking that Su Lang wanted to admit his identity, so he stopped pretending to be with him.

"Mo Wuya told me many things before he died."

"..." Shen Feiyun was stunned for a moment, feeling very disappointed in his heart. When he came back to his senses and thought about it again, he felt that it must be a very important matter, so he put away his disappointment and listened quietly to Su Lang.

The plot of the Sacred Fire Sect, Mo Wuya and Mo Tingfeng colluded with Jian Yichen, lobbying the prince to harm the emperor, so as to pull the prince down and push Jian Yichen to the throne...

Su Lang said these things clearly and slowly in a hoarse and deep voice, which shocked Shen Feiyun for a while.

"In this way, although the emperor took 'a little gold' to undo the 'Heart-eating Gu', but because of the addition of other poisons in the antidote, he might die soon?" Shen Feiyun asked.

"That's right." Su Lang speculated, "Since the Sacred Fire Cult is planning to move, the emperor should be dying soon. After Jian Yichen ascends the throne, according to the original agreement, Yan Kingdom will be allowed to exist, so the plan can be completed."

At this point, everything that happened before became clear.

Everything has a goal and a direction.

There is only one point left, which I still don't understand.

Shen Feiyun asked: "Why is it me? I led the Sacred Fire Sect to the ruins of Yan Kingdom. What's the point?"

Su Lang shook his head, coughed twice, and said helplessly, "I don't understand either."

Shen Feiyun frowned and pondered. Based on what he knew, he could only speculate on two possibilities.

First, he is the adopted son of Shen Zhao, leading Dayan to restore the country, he can put a hat on Shen Zhao as a rebel and collaborator, get rid of Shen Zhao who once led the army to beat Dayan, and then forgive Dayan hypocritically. Zhao's dead soul came to show his favor to Dayan.

Second, when Shen Zhao heard that he was the one leading people to the Yan Kingdom, he would definitely hesitate, so he did not send troops. As long as Jian Yichen ascended the throne, the Yan Kingdom would exist.

After Shen Feiyun thought about it, his expression was solemn, and he couldn't help sighing: "Jian Yichen can even destroy the Huns, how could Mo Wuya feel at ease to trade with him, is there any reason?"

He recalled the only time he met Jian Yichen, the other person looked very weak because of a bit of golden mother Gu poisoning.

"Jian Yichen does seem to have a good demeanor," Shen Feiyun said with emotion, "and he is so handsome. If you don't say that he is a general or a prince, others will not believe him. They will only think that he is a sick child or a medicine jar."

Su Lang talked a lot, but at the end he heard Shen Feiyun praise Jian Yichen, his chest suddenly felt congested, and he almost lost his breath.

He clutched his chest, panting non-stop, and asked softly, "Why are you always like this?"

"It's that sentence again." Shen Feiyun felt quite amused, "I want to ask you, what are you thinking in your heart when you say this sentence?"

What am I thinking?

Su Lang frowned, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, so he sneered and said, "I think you're a pervert."

Hearing this, Shen Feiyun couldn't help it any longer, he was very shameless, laughed loudly, clutching his stomach, he was out of breath from laughing.

Who is the pervert?Su Lang really turned black and white.

Shen Feiyun thought while laughing.