Attack it unprepared, suffer it not tired

This is what the common people say: sickness comes like a mountain, and sickness goes like spinning silk.Ying Fenglong is also a person, even if it is a big mountain, the mountain range has almost been hollowed out in the past few days, and he looks like he is dying.

After another two days, the rotten flesh on Ying Fenglong's shoulders had been suppressed and did not fester anymore, which meant that Ying Fenglong had resisted the past and was out of danger. Jia She was moved to tears by his kindness!What a good man... he was finally rescued!It's so difficult!

Jia She took a nap by the barrel of the medicinal bath, not knowing that Ying Fenglong had already woken up, staring at him for a long time, and when the incense in his hand was burned, Jia She jumped up, pitifully: "Mother ! Another hour has passed..."

Looking back and seeing Ying Fenglong looking at him with burning eyes, Jia She was overjoyed and cried, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo "

Jia She was so excited that he almost hugged Ying Fenglong's face and kissed him twice, but he shook his left hand rationally: "Just wake up, remember to give me the medical expenses, escort expenses, and mental damage expenses... ..."

Ying Fenglong's injury is getting better, Jia She wants to send him back to the government to recuperate, he still has important things to do, he can't stay in Qingfang Town for long, Quan Yangzi's whereabouts have not been found yet, he can't Waste time on Ying Fenglong.

Ying Fenglong was lying on the bed, and Jia She came to him with a bowl of chicken soup to nourish his body. He spent some money and asked an old woman to cook it. He took a sip of the steaming noodle soup, and Jia She took a spoonful of it. Send it to his pursed lips: "You need to drink more nourishing food for the injury on your shoulder. This chicken soup is the best tonic for your body..."

After talking for a long time, Ying Fenglong didn't open his mouth, Jia She raised his hand again, indicating that he could drink: "Master Ying, don't be embarrassed, drink it...Your left hand is inconvenient...I have to come to feed you "

Jia She thought he was embarrassed, thinking how handsome he was before Ying Fenglong, now... when he is reduced to being fed, he must feel uncomfortable, right?This matter can't be easy on anyone.

After hearing Jia She's words, Ying Fenglong turned his eyes away from his face and turned to the chicken soup on his hand. Jia She thought he was going to drink it, and put a spoon to his mouth again: "Ahhh...open your mouth !"

Unexpectedly, Ying Fenglong grabbed the bowl in Jia She's hand with his left hand, raised his head, and poured the whole bowl of chicken soup into his stomach. Jia She looked at the steaming bowl, and his throat constricted.

Don't care about him, this man has never had a good look at himself since he opened his eyes. Like now, I don't even allow myself to touch him, as if I start to get sick as soon as I touch him.

You thought you were a baby lump!People can't touch it, touch it, touch it... Jia She picked up the bowl and filled it for him again, this time he touched Yingfenglong's acupuncture points, and when his eyes narrowed, he grabbed him chin, pressed the spoon to his lips, and forcefully poured it in.

"Master Ying, isn't he afraid of being scalded? Or is he not afraid of death?" Jia She squeezed his jaw tightly, and his eyeballs were about to explode. Show me how old is your surname Ying? If you don't want this life, give him back to me..."

Pressing Ying Fenglong's lips, Jia She's eyes started to blaze. Originally, he planned to tell him that he couldn't take care of him because he had something to do, and wanted to send him back to Xingbu. Fortunately, he insisted on finding something so hot for himself today. He drank it as soon as he said it, or poured it down his throat in one breath. Is that a fake throat?Is it someone else's throat?What a shame to be on yourself, does this deserve a beating?

Ying Fenglong's eyes can speak, at this moment he looked at Jia She's angry look, his eyes were gloomy and he didn't know what he was thinking, just for a moment, Jia She let him go, turned around, it seemed that he was born It's just that it's not right with Ying Fenglong, that's all!That's all!If he is dumb, it is his own fault, no matter what I do!

Jia She didn't want to see the black bun, turned his back to Ying Fenglong and said, "I will send you back to Xingbu, remember to drink tea and water for the wound on your lord's body, change the medicine every three days, the prescription is written for you , put it here..."

After finishing speaking, Jia She ran out, really running, as if some evil spirit was chasing him behind his buttocks, and when he ran far away, Jia She supported his old waist and supported the wooden stake with one hand , kicked his chest straight.

Did he lose his temper in response to Fenglong just now?It seems to be rough... It's so frightening!It was a horrible thing to look back on like that.

Just seeing Ying Fenglong pouring it all at once, Jia She felt like he was possessed, wanted to pull up his collar and give him a good beating, and then say some harsh words, and when he really did, he was terribly scared ,what to do?Ying Fenglong is a black bun with a small belly, so he won't hold grudges against me, right?

In the evening, Jia She brought a few jars of fruit wine and roast goose into the medicine cellar, thinking that Ying Fenglong couldn't eat these greasy things now, so he ran out and bought a bowl of noodles and brought them in with his hands.

Ying Fenglong had already got off the stone bed and was sitting on a stone stool. He saw Jia She coming in and out without making a sound. His right shoulder was half-naked, revealing a wound that had been carefully bandaged... and a large piece of chest muscle, Jia She said. I'm very calm, and it's not like I haven't seen it. In the past two days, I have seen more of his nudes than I have seen.

The medicinal bath needs to be completely absorbed, so naturally you can’t put on clothes, but the weather is lukewarm for no reason. Jia She was afraid that he would catch a cold because of his serious injury, so he brought a bowl of green onions and clear water to him, and shone his head on him. Put a coat on his shoulders: "It's cold, I just picked up a coat, I will lend it to you first, remember to count the money..."

After yesterday's fight, Ying Fenglong Xu Qi knew that he was injured and couldn't beat Lao Tzu, so he obviously settled down a lot. He took a bowl of green onions and clear water noodles and started to eat Chi Lala. Jia She didn't care about him anymore, and sat in Ying Feng Opposite the dragon.

Lifting the lid of the fruit wine, a burst of wine smelled in the nostrils. The smell of this wine made people feel greedy. Jia She looked at Ying Fenglong who was silent with his head hooked, and his mouth was full: "Black bun... …you"

Ying Fenglong looked up at him, his black eyes were flat and unwavering, just staring at Jia She like this made him shut up.

Jia She rubbed his nose, then changed his words: "Baozi..."

The blue veins on Ying Fenglong's forehead tended to bulge, he pursed his mouth, simply ignored him, and concentrated on eating noodles to fill his stomach.

"How did you become the leader of Jinyiwei?" Jia She was very curious that Ying Fenglong had no father and no mother, as if he had just popped out of a rock, and he didn't have any big backing, so how did he have such a powerful kung fu? , How did he sit on the Jinyiwei, but seeing Ying Fenglong ignoring him, Jia She pouted again and took a bite of the roast goose leg.

After a while, Jia She finished eating what was in his hand and saw that Ying Fenglong had eaten all the noodles, but did not touch the chopped green onion. Jia She twisted a small green onion from his bowl and put it in his mouth: "Black bun ... So you don't like chopped green onions?"

Ying Fenglong stared at the oil stains around Jia She's mouth and his hands, and felt an urge to sew his mouth shut and break off the hand he just put into the bowl.

Jia She picked up a roast goose leg and put it in front of his eyes, with a bad tone: "Want to eat it? It's a pity... your injury is not healed yet, so you don't want to..."

"Ahhh... Lao Tzu's legs... roasted goose legs!!"

Jia She looked at the roasted goose leg that was still in his hand just now, but it turned into a roasted goose bone in an instant, and the rest of the meat was peeled off to the ground by a chopstick.

"Ying! Wind! Dragon! You black bun..."

"To shut up!"

Jia She dodged the chopsticks inserted by Ying Fenglong, and while trying to rescue the remaining bottle of fruit wine on the stone table, he heard a "kuang" sound, and his beloved fruit wine died... that was the bottle he buried. A long bottle of wine...

Ying Fenglong stood beside him, with a long coat covering his body, making his figure tall and slender, and said sarcastically, "Your bottle is too weak, it will break if you touch it..."

Seeing the wine bottle lying on the ground in pieces, with such a mocking sound in his ear, Jia She said, I am very angry! !

black!Bag!son!If I want to beat you, don't lift...

Jia She swept under him with one foot, and Ying Fenglong spun around to avoid it. It seemed that the wound on his right shoulder was affected. His movements were a little slow, and his brows frowned. kicked him: Give me back the goose leg!Give me back a bottle of fruit wine...

Ying Fenglong's wound on his right shoulder should have been ripped open by himself vigorously, the navy blue coat immediately turned bloody, Jia She looked at his expressionless face, wow!Dare to love, isn't that his shoulder?Is it my shoulder?I feel the pain, but he doesn't even frown?