The decent boss always wants to attack me

The young master asked cautiously: "Chu Xiu, where is my previous suit?"

"threw."

"Oh..."

after awhile.

"Where did you throw it?"

Chu Xiu cast a glance at him: "I don't remember."

"Oh..."

After a while.

"then you..."

The young man's face was stiff, but his expression became a bit sharp: "What's left behind?"

Bai Qing hurriedly waved his hands: "No, I just asked casually!"

He didn't really believe it, Chu Xiu probably wouldn't throw his things casually.

It is obviously inappropriate to ask now.

The boy went straight out, and turned back after a while, holding a tray in his hand, his appearance was exactly the same as that in Baifu.

The porridge and fried dough sticks are very bland.

The young master obediently raised his chopsticks and glanced at Chu Xiu.

The young man said with a blank expression: "Your fever will go away, and the injury will not heal, only this."

Bai Qing hurriedly explained: "I don't dislike it! I just want to ask, do you want to take a rest for a while, my complexion is very bad."

Chu Xiu didn't speak, his eyes told him, eat your food.

Very fierce.

Bai Qing lowered his head and began to eat the porridge in the bowl earnestly. The cold air in his limbs was washed away a little, and his brows gradually relaxed, and he devoured it without any image.

Since Chu Xiu came to look for him, didn't he give up going to Qiwu Gate?

He slowed down, blew a burst of hot air on the warm porridge in the spoon, and took another sip before biting the spoon and swallowing.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the delicate cloud patterns embroidered on his sleeves. Thinking that the place where they live now should be an inn, he thought to himself, where did Chu Xiu get the money?

Chu Xiu kept looking at him, taking a full view of the man's little movements, and guessed what he was thinking with almost every chance, and said indifferently: "I have cleaned up all the bandits."

The young master's eyebrows jumped, his throat was itchy and sandy from a grain of rice, he hurriedly poured a cup of tea into his mouth, coughed a few times, and said in disbelief: "All??"

"kindness."

Bai Qing was dumbfounded, and asked dryly, "Those people...?"

"Kill it, and get the things back."

The young master was once again frightened by Chu Xiu's uprightness. He didn't know whether to complain that he had wiped out the bandit den by himself, or felt embarrassed by the phrase 'the thing was brought back'.

Chu Xiu didn't ask him why he took so many jewelry out.

He hesitated for a moment, seeing that the little ancestor didn't seem to care about it, he put it back and asked another question.

It is also the question he is most concerned about: "Have you entered the Qiwumen?"

The young man looked at Bai Qing like a clear spring dug out in an extremely cold place. Although the ice and water melt together, there is still no fluctuation.

He didn't answer, but said softly, "We'll go together when you recover from your injuries."

The Eldest Young Master's expression darkened, the Qiwu Gate was really the young ancestor's obsession, probably because he failed to go, he murmured: "You can..."

Chu Xiu didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, so he reached out and knocked on the porcelain bowl in front of him, urging: "It's cold, eat quickly."

......

After drinking the porridge, Bai Qing was already covered in cold sweat, especially beads of sweat on his forehead.

The wound is on the left shoulder, but who can tell him why it hurts so much when he eats with his right hand?

[Has the host not heard a word?One shot cannot be pulled, but the whole body can be moved by pulling it. 】

The young master let out a very light 'tsk'.

Chu Xiu took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, his voice became softer: "Does it hurt?"

Bai Qing wiped off his cold sweat, feeling a little lacking in confidence: "Fortunately, it doesn't hurt very much."

The boy silently stepped forward to take off his clothes.

! !

"...what are you doing?"

Chu Xiu ignored Bai Qing's self-protective appearance: "I'll change your medicine."

In a daze, he was half-supported by Chu Xiu and lay back on the bed, and his shirt was taken off completely.

The fingertips covered with moist ointment ran across his back, Bai Qing only felt that the cold and refreshing feeling overwhelmed the burning pain, he no longer rejected it, and honestly lay down on Ren Chuxiu.

Liang Youyou's hands were quite comfortable.

Said it was changing the dressing, but the young man only took off half of his white gauze, and applied the medicine to the intact skin next to his wound.

The wound was swollen and eroded, and the pain was due to a slight infection.

The young master naturally didn't know this.

The slightly rough fingertips brushed over the back, soothing the tired body, Bai Qing narrowed his eyes and enjoyed silently.

This medicine changed the kung fu of a stick of incense.

The hand had wiped from his left shoulder to his back.

[Host, Chu Xiu is eating your tofu. 】

Bai Qing, who was addicted to Chu's superb massaging and massaging masters, could not extricate himself and said, "Nonsense, he is giving me a massage, and tofu is not eaten like that."

【oh oh!The host really understands it very well! !Did you do this a lot before? 】

Bai Qing was dissatisfied and said: "My uncle's roots are good and young, how could he eat other people's tofu."

[That means being eaten by others! ! 】

......

502 let out a series of thick laughter when he acquiesced.

The hand on the back suddenly stopped, stopped at his waist and pressed down, with an ambiguous force, like pinching and kneading.

In an instant, all the soreness and pain in the body disappeared, and the headache also faded a lot.

The sudden numbness on his waist caught him off guard, half of his body softened immediately, and Bai Qing couldn't help letting out a soft moan in his throat.

Seven points are comfortable, two points are lazy, and one point is resistance.

The resistance was negligible, coupled with the enjoying profile of the young master who wanted to refuse but still welcome, Chu Xiu's eyes trembled successfully.

As soon as the boy's hand stopped, Bai Qing recalled it, and he was dumbfounded by that easily misunderstood hum.

Worse!

He hurriedly wanted to sit up, but was held down by that hand, and he heard the young man say flatly: "Acupoints to relieve fatigue."

This made him even more ashamed.

He pushed the boy's hand and said in a low voice, "It's ok, I feel much better."

Instead of moving his hand away, Chu Xiu pinched the back of his neck. Mixed with cool spiritual power, he felt so comfortable that he wanted to go to heaven.

He took a few deep breaths, finally suppressing the damn body reaction, but those hands rubbed behind his back even more recklessly.

From time to time, he pinched his lower back.

Bai Qing: "..."

Outside the window, shouting and shouting from the attic are everywhere, and the faction is prosperous. The windows in the building are closed tightly, and the dim sunlight shines through the paper window and sprinkles on the round table in the room.

"Use a little force, ha..."

"Ah...comfortable."

[Host, it seems that you have been eaten to death by him. 】

Bai Qing is indifferent: Please stop your imagination.

The young master's body was icy and smooth, smooth to the touch, his back was well-defined, his waist was slightly narrow, and his body exuded a faint scent of orchid musk.

The young man pressed the hand again and again, and the tips of his ears suddenly turned red.

It's just that the loose white gauze on the shoulders is extremely dazzling.

As the man on the bed gradually released the strength in his hands, his breathing became longer.

Chu Xiu pushed back the messy hair on Bai Qing's face with gentle movements, and after confirming that he was completely asleep, the quilt gently covered his shoulders.

"clothing..."

When walking on the street, many people were talking about the disappearance of Master Baifu.

From time to time, there is a sentence or two mixed in, many people died at the foot of the mountain, it seems to be bandits, such words.

When he brought Bai Qing back, he did not go back to the White Mansion out of instinct.

Probably also selfish.

Chu Xiu looked at the endless long street, where people were coming and going, and it was very lively.

He turned and walked into a back alley, stepping on the wet dirt all the way to the lake.

There was a fishy smell in the breeze, and the bloodstains on the boulders by the lake had been washed away. It was not as conspicuous as it was that night, but it still had a light red mark.

The young man walked slowly by the lake, the soil on the soles of his boots was stained with soft green grass, and they were overwhelmed and pressed heavily on the ground.

He walked for a long time, staring at the lush grass, as if he was looking for something.

Chu Xiu circled the lake a few times with a confused expression on his face.

The surface of the lake was sparkling, and birds in the forest were startled.

The boy suddenly withdrew his thoughts, looked at the road he walked when he came, and started to go back.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he was suddenly attracted by a blue object with a corner protruding from the grass.

Should be this.

Chu Xiu picked up the object and put it in his arms, but he didn't take it out for a long time.

"Bai Qing..."

It was still early, not yet noon.

The young master was awakened from a drowsy sleep by the sound of the door opening which was comparable to an earthquake.

Anxiety and fear were like leeches clinging to his heart, devouring his sanity non-stop. When he sat up, he shrank to the corner of the bed without thinking, still clutching the quilt tightly in his hands.

It seemed that the man outside the door was already holding a thick and long bamboo stick in his hand, and he was about to drag him out and beat him violently to vent his anger.

This is the fear engraved in the bone.

The figure strode towards him, and the door behind him was kicked back hard.

The room was still dim, and the ray of sunlight coming in from the window reflected countless fine dust.

They float and twist in the air, like countless parasites, and some have even been sucked into the chest cavity, wriggling and swimming in the human body.

As the figure of the man approached, he could barely see that the figure behind the light was Chu Xiu.

He asked blankly: "What...what's the matter?"

The man relaxed a little when he heard his voice.

The young man raised the window, and the room became much brighter immediately.

Bai Qing was terrified by his expression of wishing he could go to heaven and fight with someone.

This panic caused the young man's expression to crack for a moment when Chu Xiu saw his face clearly.

He turned around and turned his back to Bai Qing.

A very light sigh came, and the boy had returned to his usual appearance when he turned around.

Chu Xiu sat in front of him, pursed his thin lips, and asked word by word: "Bai Qing, what are you afraid of?"

"..."

The protagonist is the protagonist, and it can be seen that he is afraid.

502 couldn't help but feel disgusted when he heard this sentence: [Host, do you think your facial expression management is very good? 】

I think it's okay.

[Who gave you confidence? 】

Chu Xiu was still waiting for his answer.

Bai Qing's eyes started to move around, and he whispered, "I'm not afraid of anything."

I can't say that I'm afraid that you will suddenly tie me up and poke me blind.

The little ancestor showed a bit of impatience, and he emphasized his tone: "Bai Qing."

The young master complained endlessly.

Why! ?Didn't the little ancestor talk to him well just now, why did he wake up like this again?

502 suddenly screamed out: [Host, look at the progress bar of his favorability! ! 】

The person in front of him hadn't dealt with it well yet, and the words of the system put him under infinite pressure. Bai Qing glanced at him in extreme anxiety, his heart almost stopped fucking.

Blackening value -70.