After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

Hua Ming was carried back by Liu An, and once again under the sight of disciple Chao Wushan, he felt that he was running naked in front of the crowd.

"Brother, take off your clothes."

Liu An was holding a small light green porcelain vase, and was sitting on the head of his bed, with one hand he had lifted the quilt, revealing his two hands that were intertwined in a state of embarrassment.

"Brother, are your ears not working well?"

The hand that fell on his quilt slowly crawled towards his earlobe, and the rough fingertips rubbed against his cochlea again and again.

Hua Ming dodged his eyes, grabbed the small bottle in his hand, and smiled awkwardly: "Junior brother, you're being too polite, aren't you?"

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself."

Liu An looked at him condescendingly, with a smile on his face: "Senior brother is too out of touch. Senior brother is a pair of good players who play the piano and flute, how can he touch medicine?"

After finishing speaking, the man quickly untied his belt, took off the wet clothes easily, and rested his slender fingers on his arms.

Liu An's eyes fell on his shoulder, where there are still blood marks, which were bitten out by Liu An just now.

Now he pretended to give him medicine and wanted to stop him, but he was given a hold on his body and he couldn't move.

He is the thing in Liu An's palm, if he can handle it at will, he can't escape.

"Junior Brother, how is my skill..."

"Senior brother, of course I suppressed it, otherwise I would not have become the soul of the younger brother's palm?"

No wonder there is a powerful force in my body rushing back and forth, but it just doesn't obey.

Immortal techniques that are sometimes ineffective are not acceptable, we must find a way to recover as soon as possible!

"Junior brother, do you know the whereabouts of the ever-burning lamp?"

He didn't come here for vacation, he came here with a mission, so he hurriedly asked Liu An when he was in a good mood.

Liu An ignored him, but stared at his jet-black soft hair with a smile on his face, as if he could stare into a hole.

Two slender fingers gently picked out a little from the small porcelain bottle, and then slowly applied it on his shoulders. The ointment was cool and a little spicy.

He couldn't help yelling: "Hiss, lightly, don't press too hard..."

"Brother, are you so afraid of pain?"

Liu An pressed his fingers on his arm, pulled him back forcefully, lowered his head and blew gently on the wound.

Due to lowering his head, Liu An's hair was scraped on his back from time to time, and he couldn't help but tense his body.

Hua Ming directly pulled the quilt, wrapped himself tightly, and waved another hand: "Okay, okay, let's go."

"Two big men, what kind of trouble is this? I don't know, but I thought you liked me?"

"I hate my brother to the bone, why? I haven't felt it in my bones yet, is it because I bit it lightly?"

Liu An grabbed his wrist very hard, and he bared his teeth in pain to scold grandma.

"Brother's hand is also injured, please apply some medicine."

After finishing speaking, Liu An lowered his head again, and gently wiped the ointment on his knuckles devoutly, with a smile on his lips.

"Don't think about killing me, you are no longer my opponent."

"The fate of the disciples of Chaowu Mountain is in the hands of the senior brother, so the senior brother should weigh it carefully."

Hua Ming had no choice but to sigh softly, and then sneaked a glance at him, feeling: How can he be a devil if he is so good-looking?

He remembered that the follow-up of this book was like another level of Liu An's magic skills, directly destroying the eight righteous sects, and then the evil spirits died, and the world's lives were ruined.

He is just an ordinary nerd, how can he influence a devil's heart?

When Liu An left, he gently stroked his hair, and rubbed his chin gently on his forehead, his voice was as gentle as water: "Senior Brother, why would you suffer if you are so good?"

"Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish. I can give you a chance to be a whole corpse."

He still didn't answer a word, Ji Changfeng's stubborn eyes were all in his mind, and that crooked finger was stained with blood, and he didn't know what was drawn on the ground.

He knew that he had to see Ji Changfeng.

In the icy water prison, it was damp and cold, and a layer of cold wind pierced hard outside the window.

Ji Changfeng fell into the dark water, his wound was already festered, covered with a layer of black frost, his hair was also messily rippling in the water, but his eyes were still stubborn.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Hua Ming shook his head, tightened his heavy cloak again, squatted in front of Ji Changfeng, and frowned: "Junior Brother Changfeng, do you have something to say to me?"

"Eldest brother, you must not give in, he killed the master! He is a sinner in Chaowushan! He deserves to die for deceiving his master and betraying his ancestors!"

Hua Ming sighed, "I'm not his opponent."

"Eldest brother, he doesn't want to touch you, you kill him, kill him!" Ji Changfeng's eyes were full of urgency, wishing to get up from the water prison immediately, hand the long sword into his hand, and push him out...

The bitter wind came in violently again, this time it directly broke the window, passed over their noses, and then swept over their fingertips. The surface of the lake was also covered with a layer of frost.

"Disciples of Chaowu Mountain, have you ever thought about their lives?"

Ji Changfeng smiled bitterly, with a painful expression on his face: "But this place is no longer the original Chaowu Mountain. Brothers and sisters, life would be better than death, it would be better..."

"Brother, is there really no other way? Could it be that you..."

"The ever-burning lamp is missing, my junior sister is also missing, and you were also taken by him..."

"Why did you save him in the first place, brother, you should have killed him long ago!"

Hua Ming just kept backing away, holding the hem of his clothes with both hands helplessly, and his eyes fell on the weeping Ji Changfeng in a panic.

According to the original plot, after the wedding night, Ji Changfeng was slapped to death by Liu An, and he couldn't just watch Liu An make another mistake.

There was still residual spiritual power in his hand, and he used it desperately, only then shattered the frost on the lake surface, and lifted him out of the dark icy water.

Before he had time to say more, he directly carried the man on his back, and ran out with difficulty: "Junior Brother Changfeng, don't always think about revenge, live well."

"I'm already a useless person."

Hua Ming sighed deeply again, with a hint of pity in his eyes, he said softly, "It's good to be alive."

Although the footsteps are getting brisker, it's just that suddenly there are snowflakes in the sky, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Ji Changfeng on his back was also trembling, his hands were shaking constantly, and his voice was feeble: "Brother, am I dying?"

"Don't run away, there is an abyss ahead, we can't run out."

Hua Ming had no choice but to put him down, hold his arm, and slowly move forward, there was no retreat, no advance, no advance.

There was a whistling sound from behind, and the plum blossom beside him also broke apart, and a big crack was actually opened on the ground.

That deadly gloomy voice sounded: "Brother, why are you running away again? Why are you always restless and insist on making me angry?"