After the full-level boss lifts the coffin [Quick Transmigration]

After figuring out what Xie Xuan wrote on his palm, Wen Jiu's first reaction was, why is this person so profligate?

But thinking about his previous behavior of calling someone to help in the bathroom because of his injury, Wen Jiu felt that it was strange that Xie Xuan hadn't changed with a host like him.

In addition to the pilot, there was also a brother in military uniform in the helicopter. Of course, Wen Jiu couldn't blatantly make a bold move like a kiss. With his fingers slightly curled up, he grabbed Xie Xuan's hand.

The Buddha, who was randomly scribbling on Wen Jiu's palm, was immediately obedient.

Considering the existence of the wounded, the helicopter carrying Wen Jiusi had consulted his superiors for instructions, and chose to return immediately. Seeing that the ground was getting farther and farther away, even the vast arsenal became a small black spot. The snow leopard next to him instinctively felt uneasy.

Flicking his tail, he took graceful steps, walked to Wen Jiu and sat down, put his head on the young man's lap, and rubbed it like a cat.

It was also from this angle that he saw the hands of Ontology and Wen Jiu secretly shaking hands behind their backs.

The gray and white snow leopard's fluffy little round ears popped up.

"Don't make trouble." With an empty hand, he helped the other party's crooked earphones, and Wen Jiu whispered, "Good boy."

The groomed snow leopard was not as happy as he imagined, because he could clearly see that the main body shamelessly imitated his own appearance, leaning his head on Wen Jiu's shoulder.

About half a head taller than Wen Jiu, Xie Xuan adjusted his posture slightly and moved the earphones, as if to prove with actions that he was not afraid of noise.

The snow leopard, with its sharper hearing, was furious.

Wen Jiu, who had been used as a pillow for no reason, also wanted to push him, but before he could move, the man raised his head as if he had expected it, and rubbed the bridge of his nose against his neck to please him.

Wen Jiu...

Wen Jiu surrendered instantly.

Warm breath fell on his neck, and the black-haired young man's ears were already red without his knowing it.

Faint crimson color, tempting to pick.

Snow Leopard, who had lost twice in a row, stared at Xie Xuan fiercely, but the latter acted as if he hadn't seen it, closed his eyes, shielded his hearing, and fell asleep relying on the real Jiujiu all the way.

As a hero who reported information on the arsenal in a timely manner, Base No. [-] arranged good accommodation for everyone, but what puzzled the reception staff was that out of the four vacant rooms prepared, only two were used in the end.

Naturally following behind Wen Jiu, Xie Xuan wanted to keep his distraction out of the door, but was still sneaked in by the other party like a loach.

Knowing who is making trouble without turning around, Wen Jiu took off his dirty coat and said, "You are not childish."

The snow leopard, who had narrowly won the round, clung to his knee intimately.

Knowing that Wen Jiuai was clean, the gray-white snow leopard had shaken off the dust and dead branches in its fur before entering the door, and now it was even more honest, stepping on a wet towel to clean its paws before stepping into the entrance.

Over there, Xie Xuan also changed into his slippers. Just as he stood still, he was pushed into the bathroom by Wen Jiulian's men: "Wash and come out."

The bandaged Buddha son was a little aggrieved: "I am a wounded person."

"Let the leopard help you," Wen Jiu closed the door resolutely, knowing that no matter which one he turned to, he would be troubled by the big and the small, "he is very smart."

One person and one leopard looked at each other for two seconds, and turned around in disgust.

The steam was dense, and when Xie Xuan came out of the shower with his still-good left hand, Wen Jiu was applying medicine to the scratches on his face in front of the mirror.

The dirty clothes were packed away, and he was wearing the pajamas prepared by the staff—or a T-shirt and shorts. His long, simply-managed hair was loose and black and smooth.

The snow leopard, which had lost a lot of weight, stood wet in the bathroom, but no one gave him a haircut. He locked the door behind him, and Xie Xuan changed into a new pair of slippers: "I'll help you."

Normally, Wen Jiu wouldn't even bother to look at this kind of minor injury, but with Liu Rong's personality, if there were scars on this face, even if it wasn't disfigured, the task completion rate would be greatly reduced.

Someone took the initiative to ask for a job, and his little patience was completely exhausted. He lifted his chin and handed the cotton swab: "Come."

The scratches that were roughly disinfected by the owner finally ushered in gentle treatment.

Contrary to himself, Xie Xuan, who is often accompanied by the ancient Qingdeng Buddha, is always very patient. Of course, the level of nagging is similar to Tang Seng, always asking him if it hurts and whether he should be lighter.

Wen Jiu is used to flattering people with a purpose, but he is not used to being pampered sincerely. He clearly keeps saying that he hates being read by monks the most, but in fact, he not only answers every question from the other party, but even There are also some fidgeting.

As if to divert his attention, he raised his eyes to look at Xie Xuan.

He had just taken a shower, and the other party's hair was still wet. Occasionally, two drops of water fell, along the neck, down, across the collarbone, and sank into the neatly tied bathrobe.

——This is simply more attractive than loosening the belt.

His chin was still resting on his hand, but Wen Jiu didn't lose any momentum. He raised his hand and held the other's right wrist: "Xie Xuan."

"Huh?" Thinking that the other party was in pain or had something to say, the man bent down.

Immediately afterwards, he kissed a pair of wet and soft lips.

Different from the passive or duplicity kisses in the past, this time's kiss is very obvious passion, just like Wen Jiu's first wild jokes, without any scruples, but revealing the opposite seriousness.

Silver hooks.

The cotton swab covered with ointment fell to the ground, Wen Jiu looked into the man's surprised eyes, took a low breath, and smiled: "It's not that you want to kiss?"

"Yes."

There was a provocative hoarseness in the ending, Xie Xuan leaned forward: "I want more."

"is it okay?"

The words are nice, but in fact, the serious-looking Buddha didn't give the other party a chance to answer at all. With a flick of his ears, the snow leopard locked in the bathroom blinked anxiously, but was restrained by the body and couldn't scratch the door.

Ten minutes, or even a few hours, when the gray-white snow leopard's limbs were free again, the wet fluff on his body was completely dried.

Wen Jiu, who was lying on the new bed sheet, was very tired.

If he had known that he would be so tired after someone's arm was injured, he would never have lost his mind just now and had his ears softened by the other party's grievances.

Patiently rubbing the young man's waist, Xie Xuan lowered his head, a little fondly, pecking and kissing again and again: "I think my arm needs to be raised for at least half a month."

Navel oranges are far more delicious than he imagined.

Glaring at the other party feebly, Wen Jiu said lazily, "Get lost."

Xie Xuan was not annoyed: "You obviously like it too."

Because the degree of exploration is deeper.

"boom."

He knocked out of the locked bathroom as quietly as possible, before the gray snow leopard could be happy, he smelled the intertwined scent of the body and the youth in the air.

Wen Jiu, who was drowsy, had no time to bring water at the moment, and was wrapped in a sheet by Xie Xuan, and carried into the bathroom with one hand.

wow wow.

There was a sound of water, and the snow leopard that had finally rushed out of the cage was locked outside the door again.

When he finally found a chance to meet with the young man, it was already pitch black outside the window. With Ling Feng, the ex-soldier captain reporting the situation, no one disturbed them at all except for dinner.

After battling wits and courage with the Golden Lantern Vine for a long time, Wen Jiu fell into a deep sleep, and when he opened his eyes again, the snow leopard who had successfully slipped into the bed was warmly hugging him.

Keenly aware of the changes in the youth's breathing, the gray-white snow leopard raised its head, its clear blue eyes were bright, as if they had been washed by water, or as if they had been crying for a long time, revealing an indescribable pity.

Unable to refuse the big cat's coquettish behavior, Wen Jiu blinked and kissed him very loudly:

"Chirp!"

The snow leopard who has tasted the sweetness is still not satisfied.

As if to cover up all the marks left by the body, he started from his fingertips and licked the young man's skin one by one. It didn't hurt, but itched, like a small brush with burrs.

There was acid in the joints of the bones, Wen Jiu was too lazy to move, which happened to be convenient for the other party to mess around.

It's a pity that just now he sucked the young man's beautiful and firm abdominal muscles like a cat, and before seeing that small and cute waist, he was grabbed by the back of the neck and lifted up with one hand.

"I bought breakfast."

Unceremoniously throwing his distraction to the ground, Xie Xuanli boldly occupied the Snow Leopard's original position, and dug the rosy-cheeked young man out of the bed, showing a little taste: "Don't mess with him next time, um ?”

Wen Jiu raised her eyebrows: "That depends on whether you dare to be smart or not."

Xie Xuan is on the left and right, so he doesn't suffer.

Unlike every gathering point and base that Wen Jiu has visited in the past, Base No. [-] is an "ideal city" that truly maintains the pre-apocalyptic order.

Although the living conditions are not as good as before, the residents here can at least have enough food and clothing, and they will not die on the streets because of disagreements.

The roads that have obviously been repaired are spacious and smooth, there are no slums, and there are no beggars and thieves in their teens who are forced by life, or farming and breeding, or hunting out of the city. Wherever the sun shines, there is hope hidden in everyone's eyes.

Sitting on the first floor, which can barely be called the lobby, drinking milk, He Juan said: "Comparing people, you must die, and comparing goods, you must throw them away. From this point of view, Base No. [-] is a piece of rubbish."

Even Yan Xuekai, a scumbag who cheated on prostitution|prostitution and backstabbed his teammates, could be a high-level executive. If it were the No. [-] base, the other party would have already finished their game.

It's been a long time since I saw Wen Jiukai's live broadcast. The audience of the original owner found He Juan, biting her straw, she explained in a good temper:

"Yeah, I didn't get hurt very much. I encountered a big monster out of the blue. I spent a lot of effort. I'm going upstairs to catch up on sleep."

"Why did you come to base one suddenly?"

"you guess."

Chatting with the barrage all the time, He Juan was very big-hearted. Just now when Xie Xuan came downstairs, she said that she was fine, but she was too sleepy.

Everyone is an adult, if she can't recognize the red mark on the side of Xie Xuan's neck, she will feel sorry for the Haitang City that she has visited all these years.

"Huh? Husband?"

"What husband?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the change in the content of the barrage, and He Juan turned her head full of doubts, just in time to see the young man who went downstairs with Xie Xuan.

The small black box full of skirts was gone, the young man only wore the simplest trousers and shirt, his ponytail was tied up high, and pure black military boots with laces wrapped his calves.

He Juan, who had never seen Wen Jiu's men's clothing before, was taken aback by the familiar facial features and twinkling phoenix eyes.

Husband or wife.

This is a difficult problem.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was also shocking:

[Liu Rong?This is Liu Rong? 】

【Ah ah ah ah ah!Brother Rong, I can do it!Sister Rong, I can do it too! 】

【Let's just say, don't restrict gender too much. 】

[Wait a minute, who is that man next to him? 】Fresh round talk pure like a flower

[It seems to be called Xie Xuan? 】

[Stay away from my wife! 】

—wife?

Clearly having already had a breakfast, the part-time system's Fozi still shook his bandaged right arm, leaned close to Wen Jiu, and deliberately asked at a volume loud enough to be heard in the live broadcast room: "What should I do?"

"I can't eat with my left hand."

The author has something to say:

Xie Xuan: Hey, I want oranges.

Wen Jiu: ...Zai Lang really broke your hand.

Second update is complete.

Hundred chapters, there will be red envelopes for comments under this chapter, until the next chapter is updated.

Comparing hearts every day.