Fuck you

Standing in it, Fang felt that the library was terribly high. The spiral staircase went up layer by layer. The steps were illuminated by the skylight leaking in from the carved windows on each floor, and the unlit heights extended into the darkness.

The surrounding area is extremely quiet, the fine dust floating in the air is full of the smell of old books, Mingyuegui slowly climbs up, he dare not raise his head to see the altitude, for fear that he can't help but fly up directly and be hidden secretly On the first floor of the peeping galaxy, caught and punished a finger Zen.

So he could only grit his back molars angrily, and whispered bad things about someone in a low voice.

After climbing like this for an unknown amount of time, Mingyuegui made a circle with one hand facing the bottom, which just happened to frame the first floor inside. Even so, looking up was quite disappointing.

He leaned on the railing and looked down hard for a while, and then searched all the places he could see on each floor. After making sure that Xinghe didn't sneak up behind him, he turned around and sat on the railing. He wasn't afraid of falling, his legs dangled. Shakingly looked around.

Anyway, Xinghe didn't say that he couldn't take a rest when he climbed the stairs. He might climb the first floor and rest for an hour, and then just come down from the top three days later.

After resting for a while, he felt his entire back was on fire. He didn't feel it when he was irritable before, but after hearing Ming Ronglan's words, he was so excited that he completely forgot about it.

He jumped down with a click of his tongue, and began to take off his clothes while gritting his teeth when he found the depths of the bookshelf.

He didn't know Qinghua's healing spell, but fortunately he kept the wound medicine brought by Bai Ze on his body, first performed a cleansing formula to clean his clothes, and then discarded what he had learned all his life to condense a spiritual bird, Let it sprinkle some on its back with the medicine bottle in its mouth.

After a while, Mingyuegui realized that he had overestimated the IQ of the spirit bird.

The powder was spilled on the neck, buttocks and thighs, and there was hardly any powder on the back.

Scratching his back like a monkey, a cold question suddenly came from a few bookshelves: "I think you don't want to leave this month."

Ming Yuegui was taken aback, and hurriedly covered his chest, although he didn't know why he did this action, after reacting, he scolded himself "I'm sick in the head" and hurriedly grabbed his clothes and put them on indiscriminately.

That person came over just at this time, frowning and staring at the disheveled person secretly huddled in the depths of a certain bookshelf for a while.

Mingyue gathered her chest together, thinking whether she should explain his actions, then she heard Xinghe say coldly: "Are you injured?"

Whoops, I almost thought that Xinghe was going to ask, "Why are you taking off your clothes?"

But these two questions - neither of which is damn hard to answer!

Mingyuegui lowered her head and thought for a while, and under Xinghe's attention, she opened her clothes again: "Hey, it's a bit hot after climbing so high, so I can't hang it out to dry? Oh, how do you know I'm here? The Library Pavilion strictly forbids you to fly Don't bully me, I don't know!"

Xinghe snorted, his eyes flicked from his chest: "You are strictly forbidden to fly, excluding me and Youfeng."

After a pause, he said again: "You have wounds on your back, I can smell the smell of blood and medicine."

"You dog's nose!" Mingyuegui sniffed hard, almost sneezed from the dust, she didn't smell blood, but the smell of medicine...it's hard to describe.

He silently expressed his condolences to the spirit bird's eighteenth generation ancestors, and then wanted to get close to Xinghe's son: "Oh, I'm so unlucky that I have to climb stairs when I'm injured. Brother, let me go back to recuperate, please?"

Xinghe silently avoided him: "Did Jiang Su beat him?"

Ming Yuegui: "If you know it in your heart, you can just don't say it?"

Xinghe lowered his eyes indifferently, after pinching the fingers of his right hand, he shook out a small bottle from his sleeve, and handed it to Mingyuegui: "Use this medicine."

Mingyuegui lowered his head, Xinghe passed the medicine with his left hand, pinching the mouth of the bottle gently with his white fingertips, as if he was afraid that Mingyuegui would catch him if he squeezed a little more.

His right hand was tucked into his sleeve, Ming Yuegui looked over, and pointed out: "Could it be that you are often beaten by Tianzun? Are you still wearing wound medicine?"

Xinghe was unhappy: "...No. Don't forget it."

Seeing him withdrawing his hand, Mingyue Gui quickly snatched it back and hugged it into her arms: "Yes, yes, yes."

Then he looked at Xinghe with a embarrassed face: "Look, I don't have arms on my back, so I can't paint it... Well, can you help me?"

The person on the opposite side obviously had no intention of helping him. After giving me a look of disdain, he turned around and left. When he reached the end of the bookshelf on this side, he stopped a little irritably.

Xinghe closed his eyes, turned around and saw Mingyue Guizheng pitifully standing there holding the medicine bottle and looking at him.

Mingyuegui was already thin, and his somewhat embarrassed appearance made him look like a little puppy who was looking forward to his master's return. No need to say anything, just stop here so pitifully, with those pair of He was hesitant to speak, as if his eyes had sunk into the sea of ​​brilliant stars, even if he wanted the sun above the nine heavens, someone would take it off without hesitation.

Xinghe walked back with big strides, snatched the small medicine bottle with a cold face, and his voice had the unique hoarse texture between a boy and a young man: "Turn around."

Mingyue Gui turned around with a smile, grabbed the skirt of her clothes neatly and shook her back——

Old and new scars are intertwined ferociously around the young man's beautiful shoulders and back. The originally fair skin is slightly swollen. It looks like a new scratch. There are also some dark brown scabs, which are long and twisted like insects. Interlaced rice fields.

Without these injuries...

Xing He lightly uncorked the bottle and poured the ointment on his hand, but the raised finger did not fall, as if he didn't know where to land the first time.

Mingyuegui waited for a while, twisted her neck and asked, "Xinghe."

Xinghe raised his head and stared at his side face: "Huh?"

"Is my back ugly?"

Xinghe was silent.

Mingyuegui's heart twitched slightly in such silence, but on the surface he was still very calm, with downcast eyes and chuckled nonchalantly: "That's right, so many injuries probably won't make you look good, but it's okay, men should suffer." Hurt, don't you think?"

There was another burst of silence that made him depressed. Mingyuegui grabbed his clothes and was about to say "Forget it, I'll do it myself", when Xinghe said in a low voice behind him: "It's not ugly, it's pretty good."

At the same time, Xinghe's fingers landed on his back, with a feather-like touch, and the places that floated lightly became light.

This time, Mingyuegui was silent.

After a while, Mingyuegui let go of his clothes, and turned his head to look at the people behind: "Oh, it seems like this is the first time I've heard you praise others."

"To shut up."

"Really not ugly?"

"To shut up."

"Then do you like it?"