The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

"Ximen...official...?" Xi Jianlin subconsciously repeated these four words, his thoughts were still in confusion, and he felt a little dazed.

He raised his heavy eyelids, glanced at the quaint bed frame above his head, then shifted his gaze, and slowly looked at the three strange women standing beside the bed.

His eyes scanned the faces of these three strange women one by one, for a moment, Xi Jianlin even thought he was dreaming.

Otherwise, how could he suddenly be in this antique environment?

Xi Jianlin sat up from the bed. Seeing this, the woman in blue wanted to reach out to help her, but before her hand touched Xi Jianlin, Xi Jianlin stopped her: "Stop! Stand where you are and don't move!"

When the woman in blue heard the words, her face was full of grievances, and she cried softly: "Officer, what's wrong with you...why are you so fierce..."

Xi Jianlin suddenly felt dizzy.

But he couldn't care about the crying woman at this moment. He looked at his hands, then at the pure white shirt he was wearing, and finally at the Song Dynasty decoration around him. A guess took shape in his mind.

He frowned, and immediately lifted up his sleeve to look at his right wrist. After seeing a crescent-shaped red mole on his wrist, his eyes flashed.

The body is still his body.

At this moment, the woman in blue choked with sobs and said, "Officer, what's wrong with you...?"

The woman in Tsing Yi stepped forward to help the woman in blue: "Sister, the doctor said that after the officer wakes up, he may suffer from a loss of soul due to the trauma to his head."

officials?Head trauma?Dementia?

Hearing the words of the woman in Tsing Yi, Xi Jianlin frowned even tighter, and the guess in her heart gradually deepened.

Xi Jianlin rubbed her swollen temples, trying to calm down her chaotic thoughts.After a while like this, Xi Jianlin raised his eyes again. He recalled what the three women said in his mind. After a few seconds of silence, he looked at the woman in yellow who called him Ximen official: " You...what did you call me just now?"

The woman in yellow glanced at him, opened her gorgeous red lips, and said a few words one by one: "Xi...men...official...people..." Every word was extremely clear.

Xi Jianlin's hand on the quilt tightened instantly. Even though he had guessed in his heart, he still had some luck, and asked again unwillingly: "Which West is which door?"

The woman in yellow suddenly smiled, hiding the sarcasm deep in her eyes, paraphrasing Xi Jianlin's words, and replied: "Apart from you, the Ximen, is there any Ximen in this Yanggu County?"

Yanggu County...

Simon...

Song...

Xi Jianlin was struggling for the last time: "Then what is my full name?"

The woman in yellow heard the words, but before she could speak, the woman in blue wiped the tears on her face with a handkerchief and replied first, "Officer, your name is Ximen Qing."

After the woman in blue uttered the last word, Xi Jianlin's eyelids twitched.Although his surname is Xi, he doesn't want to travel back to the past and become Ximen Qing at all!

Ximen Qing, the adulterous Ximen Qing with Pan Jinlian!

Ximen Qing killed by Wu Song!

"My real name is Ximen Qing?"

"Otherwise? Who dares to impersonate you, Ximen Qing?" The woman in yellow snorted lightly, obviously not paying attention to her officials.

Hearing the sarcastic answer from the woman in yellow, Xi Jianlin felt that the emotions he had just calmed down began to surge again.He frowned handsomely, and said to the three women who were suspected to be Ximen Qing's wife and concubine: "You go out first, and let me stay quietly for a while."

As soon as Xi Jianlin finished speaking, the woman in yellow turned around and left.Her brisk steps revealed a bit of eagerness, as if she was afraid that if she slowed down, she would be shouted to stay.

Obviously, the woman in yellow didn't want to stay any longer.

The woman in blue who was closest to Xijianlin originally wanted to say something to Xijianlin, but the woman in Tsing Yi beside her gently pulled her sleeves: "Sister, let's go out first and let the officials and him be quiet." Quiet."

The woman in blue nodded. She glanced at the Ximen official who was hanging her head as if thinking about something, sighed lightly, and said with some concern: "I don't know if the official is in this state. Can I go early tomorrow?" Qinghe County."

…………

The Wu family brothers and Fu Zhenhong are here.

After Wu Song got home, he went back to the room alone.

This night, his mood was not peaceful, and he needed to be alone to calm down and think about it.

Wu Zhi and Fu Zhenhong also returned to their room.

In the room—

Fu Zhenhong sat on the soft couch, while Wu Zhi squatted down, gently wiping the wound on Fu Zhenhong's chin with a handkerchief.His movements were very meticulous, and there was a touch of distress in his black pupils.

If Fu Zhenhong didn't know about the wound on his chin, it was caused by Wu Zhi, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so easy to detect how true or false the distress in his eyes is.

Under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, Wu Zhi cleaned up the wound. He lowered his voice and said with some guilt: "I'm the one who got you in trouble."

Fu Zhenhong first enjoyed Wu Zhi's performance, and then said calmly, "Take the medicine."

Wu Zhi paused, nodded and replied: "Okay."

Because it was medicine, in order to see the wound more clearly, Wu Zhi was very close to Fu Zhenhong's face, and changed his posture to sit sideways on the soft couch.

The warm light fell on Fu Zhenhong's face, which made Wu Zhi think of the words condensed fat like jade.He gently applied the medicine powder on the small wound. Even though Fu Zhenhong didn't say anything, he still said slowly, "If you apply this medicine, the wound will heal tomorrow."

Fu Zhenhong gave a soft "um" indifferently, her voice was low, and she sounded a little tired.

Seeing this, Wu Zhi took back the medicine bottle and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

Fu Zhenhong replied: "It's okay." After finishing speaking, he untied the collar of Xiu Hui's clothes, and said to Wu Zhi: "Go and get a wet handkerchief, and wipe this for me too."

Hearing this, Wu Zhi stared at the red lotus on Fu Zhenhong's neck for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes slightly to hide the thoughts in his eyes, and nodded lightly: "Okay." After saying that, he went to take action .

Soon, he came over with a wet handkerchief and sat in the seat where he had just sat.

Fu Zhenhong raised her chin slightly so that Wu Zhi could wipe it more conveniently.

Wu Zhi looked at the man's exposed thin white neck and delicate collarbone, his eyes moved slightly, and came to the red lotus that he had traced with his own hands.

His eyes dimmed for a moment, but in an instant, they returned to normal.

Sensing Wu Zhi's gaze, Fu Zhenhong deliberately asked, "What's wrong?"

Wu Zhi pursed his thin lips slightly: "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't..."

He didn't go on to say the following words, but the words were full of self-blame.

[Xiao Hong, Da Lang is really a good dog. ]

The dog can't bear to see this weak chicken system.

Hearing this, people who are a little more innocent may really be fooled by the image played.

[Xiao Hong, remember to double the amount and return it later. ]

[Um. ] Fu Zhenhong responded to the weak chicken system.

Even if the weak chicken system doesn't say it, he will do it later.

Do you like cosplay, blindfolded, using your skin as a canvas?...

Fu Zhenhong smiled inexplicably.

Seeing this, Wu Zhi was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Fu Zhenhong, as if he didn't understand why Fu Zhenhong suddenly smiled at this moment.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids slightly, and after meeting Wu Zhi's gaze, she rarely took the initiative to explain: "I just thought of an interesting thing."

A flash of thought flashed in Wu Zhi's heart, but he asked with some doubts on his face: "Interesting thing?"

"Yeah, it's interesting." Fu Zhenhong's lips curled slightly, and he said calmly, "I'll tell you later."

Wu Zhi didn't ask any more questions.

He began to wipe the lotus on Fu Zhenhong's neck.

Although Wu Zhi had already relaxed his strength, Fu Zhenhong's originally fair and delicate skin was still flushed with rubbing with a wet handkerchief.

The traces of the red and blue flower juice have all been wiped off, but the hickey that was|sucked|kissed by someone's lips is still clearly printed on it.

The movement of Wu Zhi's hand stopped, he stared at this mark, silent.

Fu Zhenhong asked him, "What are you thinking?"

Wu Zhi didn't answer Fu Zhenhong's question directly, but said in a low voice, "It can't be wiped off."

Fu Zhenhong raised his eyebrows slightly, he leaned forward, brought his lips to Wu Zhi's ear, and said in a low voice: "Then you cover it." After saying that, Fu Zhenhong raised her hand , fingertips ambiguously caressed the corner of Wu Zhi's lips.

Wu Zhi's body was startled, for Fu Zhenhong's words, and also for Fu Zhenhong's sudden intimacy.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Fu Zhenhong's shoulders and neck, and his breath was filled with the man's fragrance.In the blind spot where Fu Zhenhong couldn't see, Wu Zhi's eyes revealed deeper emotions.

His lips were straightened, and his breathing became a little rough|heavy.

Fu Zhenhong withdrew the hand that was placed on Wu Zhi's lips, and put his palm on the back of Wu Zhi's head. He tilted his head slightly, rubbed his lips against Wu Zhi's ear, and asked, "How?"

Wu Zhi's Adam's apple rolled, and he replied with one word: "Okay."

After saying that, he just kept this posture, and when Fu Zhenhong raised his neck, he covered his lips.His hands were propped on the soft cushion, his eyes were half closed, and he began to kiss|suck, with a bit of unfamiliar, slow, and forbearing affection.

As for Fu Zhenhong, he looked at the beam above, his beautiful phoenix eyes were like the summer moon, exuding a cold and alienated brilliance.The hand placed on the back of Wu Zhi's head stroked Wu Zhi's jet-black hair with a careless force.

…………

At this moment, Fu Zhenhong and Wu Zhi are next door.

Wu Song lying on the bed, as soon as he closed his eyes, what happened in the ruined temple would appear in his mind.

He would unconsciously think of Pan Jinlian, the unique scent he could smell from Pan Jinlian in that dim environment, and the flawless curve of the jaw under the other's fox mask.

He also thought of the hand that Pan Jinlian inadvertently rubbed when he untied him.

Wu Songying frowned, he forced himself to fall asleep quickly, and told himself not to think about it.However, the more this happened, the clearer the picture in his mind became.

Tossing and turning like this, Wu Song gradually fell asleep until the middle of the night.

And when he fell asleep, he had a hazy dream.

In the dream, he was in the ruined temple at the foot of Qinghe Mountain. The ruined temple was surrounded by white smoke, and the silvery moonlight was shining in from outside.

His body was hot and his breathing was rapid.

There was a blurry figure whose face could not be seen clearly embracing him, and the other party's black hair hung down, scattered on his shoulders, scattered on his cheeks, like vines, entangled around him.

It touched his heartbeat and stirred his emotions.

Let his heart burn more and more.

It made him feel like he was surrounded by a raging flame.The flames rushed to his body, scorching and painful, but brought a kind of indescribable happiness.

On the second day, the sky turned white.

Wu Song, who woke up from the dream, sat up and glanced at the dirty trousers with an ugly expression.

He lowered his eyes, put his hand on his forehead, and ran his slender fingertips through the broken hair on his forehead. An indescribable complexity appeared on his handsome face.