I want it all

Obviously, Su Lang was not as patient as him, and couldn't help but ask, "How fast is it?"

Shen Feiyun picked him up and explained: "In another month, your legs, feet and hands will definitely be able to move freely, and you won't be as restricted as you are now."

"One month..." Su Lang murmured in a low voice.

The one month he lamented was the same as the one year he lamented before, and there was almost no difference between the two, as if they both seemed very long and far away, making him impatient to wait.

It shouldn't.

Shen Feiyun frowned slightly. The most important thing for a martial arts practitioner is patience. Facing cold weapons can take decades, not to mention a month, a year, even ten years.

Shen Feiyun carried Su Lang back to the room, carefully placed him on the bed, and asked, "What are you anxious about?"

"It's nothing." Su Lang pursed his lips and said lightly.

But he did have anxiety in his heart, it was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Mo Wuya revealed a lot of news before he died, one of which was about the alliance between Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and his father and Liuxiu City participated in it.

Emperor Wu launched a military campaign and fought for years, squandering the treasury accumulated over the years, and just as Mo Wuya said, he has reached the point where he is selling his officials.

From time to time in the country, refugees who did not have enough to eat rose up.

Su Lang racked his brains and could only come up with one answer.

That is to say, after the death of the emperor, Jian Yichen ascended the throne as a matter of course, unless the emperor still insisted on passing the throne to the abolished prince, or if King Chen wanted to rebel, and if King Chen rebelled, his father and master would be inseparable and must be involved.

He could only secretly pray that the emperor would not die too quickly so that he could go back and dissuade him.

It is still reasonable for Jian Yichen and Jian Yike to compete for the throne. In the end, whoever is in power will have a say. If King Chen rebels, it is estimated that all states will be in chaos. When the time comes, everyone with a little strength will rise up, and that will be a catastrophe.

What's more, there is the Sacred Fire Cult watching over it.

Thinking of this, Su Lang couldn't bear it and asked, "When can we leave?"

"Are you leaving in such a hurry?" Shen Feiyun said indifferently, "I think this place is far away from the hustle and bustle, and it is a rare and secluded corner. I can live here with you without any discomfort."

"No." Su Lang clenched his wrist tightly, "There is plenty of time between us..."

But some people can't wait, and don't have so much time.

He had to hurry these people to their deaths, and he had to persuade them to stop their absurd thoughts.

"Shen Feiyun..." Su Lang sighed, "I beg you, take me out of here, I can't wait any longer. Besides, are you really willing to help Dayan restore the country?"

Shen Feiyun smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said ambiguously: "Who says it's not."

Su Lang pressed close to him, getting very close, breathing heavily on Shen Feiyun's face, and earnestly said: "Take me away, I don't believe you can't do anything."

"Wait, I'm also waiting for someone to save us."

Shen Feiyun felt helpless, he estimated the time, the old man Hushui should have arrived in Chang'an, he didn't know when his father would send someone to meet him, and when he would have to wait.

The food and drink here are very unsatisfactory, and he also wants to return to the Central Plains as soon as possible.

·

When Su Lang moved freely and recovered [-]% of his kung fu, it took a long time until it was almost late spring, and he could occasionally glimpse a few wisps of stubborn blue in the yellow sand all over the sky.

Shen Feiyun was really afraid that when the next moon was full, he would have to follow the Sacred Fire Cult to the ruins of the Yan Kingdom, serving as their shield and becoming a target for their restoration of the country.

Shen Feiyun was in a hurry, and Su Lang was also in a hurry.

At night, the two had their own concerns, and both lay on the bed.

Su Lang endured it for a long time, and with the uncertain future, he felt extremely desperate. Only the person beside him was alive and breathing, and he had long admired him.

In two or three months, it will be a year since the two reunited.

In the past ten months, he has changed his identity many times, appearing in Shen Feiyun's life as Lu Yueran, Su Lang, Mo Tingfeng, and Qi Yuwen, and they are still in love with each other.

"Shen Feiyun..."

Su Lang called out in a low voice, and turned up.

He looked at Shen Feiyun carefully with the help of the dim light, no matter how much unwillingness and resentment he felt in his heart, seeing this handsome face, seven or eight points dissipated, and the remaining two or three points became unspeakable heat.

Shen Feiyun's side was completely opposite to Su Lang's. Looking at the bland and refined face in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh heavily.

He was ashamed to say that seeing this Qi Yuwen's face, no matter how much he thought about it, he would be exhausted.

On weekdays, he would circle Su Lang from behind, or in a dark place, he would dare to wrap his arms around Su Lang generously.

Seeing Shen Feiyun staring blankly at him in a daze, Su Lang bit his lower lip involuntarily, endured it for a while, and finally waved his sleeves to shake off the fireworks.

The room was suddenly dark.

But just that, Su Lang felt it wasn't enough, so he pulled a silk scarf to cover Shen Feiyun's eyes, and tied a knot around the ear to prevent it from falling off.

Shen Feiyun was stunned for a moment, but when he figured out what Su Lang was thinking, he couldn't help but feel sweet.

That day at Shutong Peak in Qingzhou, Su Lang took the same initiative, took off his mask, tapped his acupoints, and did whatever he wanted to him, ravaging him to a miserable state.

Thinking of Su Lang's hazy and empty appearance that night, Shen Feiyun couldn't help but want to move.

At this point, he should probably admit frankly that if he hadn't been interested in Su Lang, how could he be so emotional with a slight tease.

But when he didn't know that Mo Tingfeng was Su Lang in disguise, when he was touched, he was clearly disgusted.

"I liked you a long time ago, but I didn't realize it." Shen Feiyun hugged Su Lang who was on his body, and couldn't help whispering softly in the beauty's ear.

He couldn't help it, and when it reached Su Lang's ears, it became a different feeling.

It is clearly said that it is a reunion in Qingzhou. Although they are forced, they love without knowing it.

But Su Lang felt that Shen Feiyun was overjoyed when he saw his senior brother Qi Yuwen in Hanniang's tavern, and went straight through the crowd to tease him with a laugh.

"Hmm..." Su Lang hummed softly when he heard this.

As Su Lang, he is disheartened; while pretending to be Qi Yuwen, he is itchy.

The two complex and opposing feelings, under Shen Feiyun's intense love, can't help but confess, wonderfully merged and merged, mixed with sorrow, anger, love, killing intent, etc., and became an insoluble attachment.

The lips and teeth meet, more enthusiastic and joyful than ever before.

This is an extremely hopeless contact, when the future is uncertain, when the two are not honest, when both sides are willing but unable to connect with each other...

Give each other heartily and unselfishly.

In the overturning, the beauty is unspeakable, it is the obsession of wishing to be rubbed into the flesh and blood together in the future life.

"Su Lang..." Shen Feiyun was extremely depressed, and spat out the name, the word that had already been in his mouth.

Su Lang's whole body trembled, his five fingers gathered together, and he tightly grasped Shen Feiyun's blue hair.

Shen Feiyun's hair was pulled, and he felt a little pain. Only then did he realize that he had yelled out, so he remedied: "You said... If Su Lang knew... what we were doing... would he forgive us..."

A word is spoken intermittently.

Su Lang's mind went blank, it took him a long time to react, and then he struggled.

"Do not……"

——Don’t ask such words.

——Don't remind me, I'm splitting into two halves, one half is Su Lang, the other half is Senior Brother Qi.

"Will you forgive us?" Shen Feiyun didn't know what he asked.

"Do not……"

— don't say any more.

……

……

The next day, after Shen Feiyun woke up, he lit the lamp, collapsed on the bed, and counted from his neck.

"One, two... seventeen, eighteen... 23..."

A total of 23 items.

Shen Feiyun laughed, and shook his head, he really didn't know if he was torturing Su Lang, or Su Lang was tormenting him, just looking at the surface, it seemed that he was hurt more seriously.

He turned sideways, put his arms around the half-awake Su Lang, and whispered in the ear: "This is the fourth time, my happiest night, I couldn't be more satisfied."

Su Lang was dazed when he heard this, and suddenly he woke up.

Before the two could tease Wen Cun, the door opened automatically.

"Who!"

Shen Feiyun immediately wrapped Su Lang tightly and scolded him sharply.

There is nothing special in this house, even members of the Holy Fire Cult will get lost in it, and if they are not careful, they will be buried in the mechanism. Yan Si can only wait outside the door and is not allowed to enter.

But someone can come in. Could it be that the old man Hushui who is proficient in mechanisms has rushed back?

In the next moment, Shen Feiyun heard the person's steps and breathing clearly, and was immediately in a predicament, and said awkwardly: "Master, I'm afraid it's not convenient to come in here."

"Really?" Xu Qingyun said lightly.

While speaking, she had already entered the room, only staying at the door.

She sniffed twice, frowned immediately, and said in a cold voice: "I still think you are trapped here... I handed over the torch order. If Mo Wuya loses to you, I will never kill you. According to the rules, I will send you away." You come back. But I waited for a long time, but you didn't come, so you are addicted to tenderness."

Shen Feiyun immediately got up and dressed, and replied: "It is impossible to return."

Seeing him coming, Xu Qingyun retreated into the corridor and asked: "I sent the old man Hushui, I saw that he has returned to Chang'an, why, you didn't come back with him?"

"I was detained by Yan Si," Shen Feiyun closed the door, and said helplessly, "The old man Hushui was able to leave, thanks to the fact that he was an informant sent by the Golden Hook Gambling House, and someone came to help him later, otherwise he would have to be like me Trapped."

Xu Qingyun pursed her lips, frowned, disapproving, and asked: "Who is the person inside? I glanced roughly, and you..."

Shen Feiyun said with a sneer: "It's hard to say."

"you!"

"Don't talk about this." Shen Feiyun changed the topic seriously, "I thought, Master, you would not step into Mobei, but I am very grateful to you for coming here today."

Xu Qingyun was silent for a moment, and said: "I promised someone, I will never set foot again in this life. Words must be done, actions must be resolute, it should be like this, but I am afraid that you will die here, so I have to go back on my word...It's just right..."

She paused, and the words after "also happened to be" seemed hard to say.

Shen Feiyun was very considerate, kept silent, didn't ask questions, and let Xu Qingyun speak or not.

After a long while, Xu Qingyun continued: "It's also a good time to take her ashes away."