I'm going to fight

Siyou Country is located in the southwestern part of the Dark Continent. It is different from the prosperous Zhongrong Country. There are large forests, beautiful mountains and clear waters, and relatively humid. When the group arrived at Siyou Country, it was raining continuously.

Fusang lay on the car window, looking around with his eyes open: "There are so many mountains... It seems that I have come to some remote place."

Situ Che jumped up, and pulled the girl hanging from the car window with lightning speed, "Looking for smoke, little Fusang! You said it well before, but you're too rude behind it!"

"Your Highness, you are too rude to Fusang!" Fusang fell on the ground, exasperated.

But after Situ Che dragged her down, he ran back to the pale Jing Zhao.

Fusang stared at him angrily.

Pedestrians with unique costumes can be seen everywhere on the street, and there are strange patterns on the bright and complicated robes.The man was tall and strong, wild and masculine, with muscles full of power under the wheat-colored skin, and his eyes were wild and unruly.The woman has big buttocks and fat breasts, revealing a large breast.

Situ Che and his party, who were dressed in the costumes of the Zhongrong Kingdom, felt a little stressed.

Except for Situ Che himself.

The girl in the pink robe looked at each woman calmly.

Fusang slapped him on the face, "Smelly shameless! Go find an inn!"

"I'm so shameless..." Situ Che covered his face.

"Then what are you doing!" Fusang was furious, "Your Highness, you are fine sitting, but standing is too high! No young woman is so tall! Go back, go back!"

Situ Che desperately followed behind Fusang who took the opportunity to take revenge for being dragged away just now, and argued: "No, I just want to see if I need to buy new clothes..."

"You really think of yourself as a woman!"

"What..." Situ Che smiled wryly, "I bought it for you, little Fusang."

Fusang looked at him with disgust, "Fusang don't want to wear that!"

"It's winter, although we are not afraid of the cold, you are a girl, how can you wrong little Fusang." Situ Che patted her on the head, "Just now I saw a girl about your age, wrapped in thick clothes , hairy from head to toe, and snow-white."

"Don't use the tone of coaxing children!" Fusang blushed.

Situ Che rubbed her head, because she has grown taller. Situ Che, who is nearly 19 years old, is about five or six feet (equivalent to about 178 centimeters in the fantasy world, which was measured secretly by Jing Zhao). Fusang only reached his chest, and clapped his hands I couldn't shoot again, so I ran away angrily.

Living up to everyone's expectations, Situ Che chose the best house, and Jing Zhao counted the money beside him, while reminding him that he paid too much. After paying, Jing Zhao took the money bag and began to count.

Fusang was not very sensitive to gold and silver, so he just stood and watched boredly.Qing Rang walked to her side at some point, "Do you like brother?"

Fusang was taken aback, and his round eyes looked at him, "Fusang has been by His Highness's side for a thousand... 50 years, which is not a long time for him."

"What's the meaning."

"Fusang doesn't like His Highness, but don't think that you can get him by virtue of your younger brother." Fusang raised his head, "He only has His Highness Yazi in his eyes, and you are just His Highness's substitute."

Qing Rang's face was very ugly. Seeing that Jing Zhao was busy, Situ Che leaned over to pinch Fusang, "Little Fusang is so fierce, no one will want to be so fierce."

"I want you to take care of it!"

"Who does little Fusang like, 'I don't like His Highness', who is that?" Situ Che laughed.

Fusang glared at him, and changed the subject lamely: "Your Highness, Your Highness is really selectively deaf!"

Pretending not to hear other messages in Fusang's words, Situ Che slipped to Jing Zhao's side again. Jing Zhao looked at him helplessly, and when he reached for the money bag, he put it in his arms.

"Hey, my gold!" Situ Che hurriedly pulled his clothes.

"Brother, there's no more gold in it." Jing Zhao took his hand back and said solemnly: "This is the end of the luxurious life, you spend too much money."

Situ Che scratched him, "Xiao Jingzhao, it's not good to lie, how come there is no money..."

"Brother shopkeeper, borrow your abacus." Jing Zhao pulled Situ Che to a side table and sat down, "Since leaving Zhongrong Kingdom, I have bought four sets of black clothes, a horse brought from the palace, and a carriage. I live in the upper room. Brother She bought two sets of women's clothing and one set of men's clothing, which is what we are wearing now. I just booked two more upper rooms..."

"Stop, stop, I'm wrong, okay..." Situ Che covered his mouth, "Wait, aren't there three rooms? One person, one..."

Jing Zhao sighed, "Brother, the money is not enough."

Situ Che instantly felt that a financial crisis was coming.

Because Jing Zhao's physique is relatively weak, and because he was dangling in the carriage, Situ Che planned to spend the rest of the silver in Jing Zhao, and carried the teetering Jing Zhao back to the room, and waited for Jing Zhao to take a shower, and fell asleep holding his hand , Only then did I think about how three people plus one Fusang could live in two rooms.

The two brothers shared a room, and he lived with Fusang?

Not to mention whether Situ Qingrang and Situ Jingzhao would fight, Fusang would definitely tell him "shameless".

Fusang could go and stay in the bird's nest with her little bird friends for a few nights, because even in Situ's house, Fusang would go to other places every now and then.

"Big brother..."

Just as Situ Che pulled out his hand, Jing Zhao yelled in a low voice.

"woke up?"

Jing Zhao closed his eyes quietly, clutching his hand tightly, with a fragile expression, and mumbling: "Brother...I'm afraid..."

"Okay, okay, I'll sleep with you later."

Situ Che comforted him in a low voice, and finally took a bath and changed his medicine.

"Brother, won't you sleep with me?" Qing Rang walked behind him at some point, and opened his mouth so frightened Situ Che half to death.

"You walk silently!?" Situ Che said weakly, "Keep your voice down, don't wake up Xiao Jingzhao."

Just as Situ Che kept complaining, Qing Rang suddenly hugged him from behind.Qing Rang's voice was a little helpless, "You have been like this since you were a child... On the surface, you are kind to me, and you always favor him."

Situ Che subconsciously wanted to respond with "Huh?" After hearing what Qing Rang said, his whole body exploded, and he coughed lightly: "I'm your brother and his brother, it's normal."

Qing Rang's lips were too close to his ears, and every time he spoke, they would touch him faintly, Qing Rang hugged him a little tighter, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, if I were a little more like Ya Zi, would you not like me?" would like me."

"What?" Situ Che shuddered violently, the wound on his right hand being treated was torn open, and he frowned.

When he turned his head, his face felt hot, Qing Rang lowered his head and straightened his messy hair, calmly as if nothing had happened, "Go to sleep."

sleep... huh...?

What does it mean to say such ambiguous words before others go to bed and then tell them to go to bed? !

Even though he thought so, Situ Che could sleep peacefully every time he shared the bed with Jing Zhao, and with the effect of the incense, he was still somewhat sleepy.He bluffed and bandaged casually, pulled the quilt over and fell asleep.

After a while, the tightly closed phoenix eyes quietly opened, staring at Situ Che, who was sleeping in a strange posture. The latter was hugging his waist and his feet were wrapped around him.

"No wonder the wound never heals." Situ Jingzhao sat up, his gaze swept over Situ Che's defenseless sleeping face, and landed on the messyly wrapped right palm, a small amount of blood oozed from the clean cloth.

"Are you envious of me, Qing Rang..." Jing Zhao reapplied the wound medicine for Situ Che, stretched out his hand to Situ Che's face, touched the place Qing Rang had just kissed, and then wiped it repeatedly with his fingertips until it became wet. red.

He covered Situ Che with a quilt, quietly looked at the man wrapped around his waist again, and slowly lay down beside Situ Che, who naturally took him into his arms.Situ Jingzhao raised his eyebrows, his eyes darkened.

"I didn't intend to give up this position."

This sleep was so comfortable that Situ Che was almost frightened when he woke up. He looked left and right to see that he was the only one, and if he lay down again, he still couldn't fall asleep, so he changed his clothes and got up.

Fusang, Qingrang, and Jing Zhao were drinking tea downstairs, and when they saw him, they waved to him.

"Why didn't you wake me up when you got up?" Situ Che stretched, sat down beside Jing Zhao, and as expected received Qing Rang's faint eyes.

Qing Rang stared at Jing Zhao, "You sat with me on purpose, let me sit between you and Fusang, and then you can sit with your brother."

"So is Qing Rang jealous of Big Brother? It's okay, although I will sit with Big Brother, I will still take care of you!" Jing Zhao Chao Qingrang smiled brightly, his dimples are very cute, "I like Qing Rang too!"

"Who likes you!" Qing Rang was devastated and stopped talking.

Situ Che was still thinking about what Qing Rang said to him last night, and he was embarrassed to talk to him, so he asked, "Where did you go today?"

"Gathering information, is it as leisurely as His Highness." Fusang knocked on the table, "I almost finished shopping in this town."

"Is there any news about Lingshi?" Situ Che asked the waiter to serve some food by the way. Fusang was used to that holiday-like attitude, so he just turned his head away silently.

Seeing that Fusang was silent, Qing Rang said to Situ Che: "Siyou country is full of forests. Because of the orders of the demons, people dare not go deep into the forests and only live in places without forests. So although the area is about the same as Zhongrong country, but The country is actually not that big.”

"The news came from the club just now, and he is about to catch up." Fusang took a sip of tea, "People here don't know about the Lingshi, so they can only see what's going on at the club...but Fusang didn't care about the rabbit. Not much hope."

Situ Che couldn't help laughing, looking at the porridge served, he immediately fell down.

Jing Zhao pushed the porridge in front of Situ Che, "Brother always doesn't pay attention, that's why the wound healed so slowly."

"I don't want to eat this..."

Still complaining, but saw Jing Zhao took a spoonful of it, put it near his mouth to cool it down, brought it to his lips, and smiled helplessly: "It's rare to see you acting like a baby, and I will never ask me to say like you' Be good, right?"

This……

Situ Che's movements were about to freeze, he opened his mouth stiffly, only feeling that the porridge was quite warm...

It's not how strange this movement is, it's Jing Zhao's smile, how should I put it, those eyes and demeanor are not pampering or anything else! ?

Wait, it must be the wrong way for him to get up, how could his little Jingzhao look at him like that!

"Brother, do you want more?"

"don't want……"

"Good, open your mouth."

Facing Jing Zhao who was smiling sweetly, Situ Che frowned, biting the spoon obediently. "Actually, I can eat it myself..."

"Refrain from using your hands recently, or the wound will open again." Jing Zhao fed him again while speaking.

I can't even hold a sword in my right hand, and it doesn't make much difference if he heals earlier and heals later.

But Jing Zhao must not let Jing Zhao know about the loss of his right hand, otherwise he will definitely feel very guilty.It doesn't matter to me, anyway, he is left-handed, and he usually holds the Chaoyang sword with his left hand, so it doesn't hurt much if he loses his right hand.

Situ Che, who decided not to explain, could only obediently eat the porridge fed by Jing Zhao.

"Never order porridge next time, I really hate it, really." Situ Che said to Jing Zhao sincerely.

"Why?" It was Qing Rang who asked.

Situ Che rubbed his chin, "How should I put it... You all know that I used to be a god. When I was practicing, I lived in the temple of my father god, Qingcang Tianjun, and the meals were arranged by his servant god. .”

"Qingcang Tianjun let you eat white porridge every day?" Fusang was quite interested.

"It's almost... the dishes are different every day, and the meals will be recorded. As long as I pick up the same dish three times in a row, this dish will be removed from my cookbook forever." Situ Che shrugged, "I was It’s also small, or numb, just get used to it.”

Fusang looked at him with his chin in his hand, "What happened to make you such an idle god..."

"You ask me who do I ask? I'm also losing my memory, okay?"

Qing Rang asked him, "Do you want another bowl?"

"Hey, hey? Just make do with it!" Situ Che hurriedly waved his left hand, yes, Jing Zhao held down his right hand.

Taking advantage of Jing Zhao's feeding, Situ Che said again: "I have hated white porridge since then, and all the ones I like have been removed. Fortunately, there is another apple tree in front of the temple."

"No wonder you like to eat so much." Qing Rang turned his face to the side, his lips curled up slightly.

"Later the apple tree was cut down by Lord Qingcangtian."

"..."

After eating half full, Situ Che said that he would never eat porridge again, so he leaned on the table to rest.

"Sleep after eating, it really is His Highness's characteristic." Fusang grabbed him beside him.

He ignored Fusang, looked at his hands over and over again, "I seem to remember that I bandaged it casually last night..."

"You really..." Qing Rang frowned.

Jing Zhao smiled obediently, "I have re-bandaged the elder brother!"

"Is that so..." Situ Che looked at his hands, but said nothing.

Although sleeping with Jing Zhao is very comfortable, it seems that you have overslept recently, right?Usually he doesn't like being touched when he sleeps, why didn't he feel anything when Jing Zhao changed his dressing last night?

Just as he was about to think deeply, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"My lord, I'm back."

The author has something to say: [Welfare Small Theater]

Yang Yao: To be honest, why don’t I like eating apples?Because I ate too much acting, I was too tired.

Fusang: Then why are you still eating Yang Yaosang?

Yang Yao: ...Because it was a slap in the face...

To be honest, I like both Qingrang and Jing Zhao, look at my eyes!

As for who Yazi is, in fact, someone in that group has already guessed it. =u=