Pretty little pitiful always in the Shura field [unlimited]

Feng Jiang's heartbeat was lost for a moment, and the person who had deliberately moved his eyes away to avoid it took the initiative to see it. The glistening white meat made Feng Jiang's heartbeat unbalanced, and at the same time, his Adam's apple was pressed down for a moment.

After a long while, Feng Jiang said, "No need."

Jin An said "Ah", with a disappointed expression.

"But the trousers are not comfortable sticking to the body."

After breaking through the first layer of psychological defense, Jin An's sense of shame seemed to be reduced a lot, and he always felt uncomfortable when he pulled on the wet pants that were stuck to his thighs.

It's a bit like a diaper dou.

Feng Jiang's expression changed slightly, and he paused for a while before saying: "If you feel uncomfortable...just take it off."

Jin An hummed twice, turned around and went to untie his elastic band.

The loose pants are actually easy to take off, but they are a bit sticky after getting wet. When Jin An dragged them down, a pile of water dripped out from the elastic.

Jin An didn't finish taking off. Although they were all men, Jin An still knew that he couldn't walk around naked in front of others. He kept wearing the wet white cloth.

Jin An took off his trousers and twisted them before putting them next to the fire to roast.

Under the jumping flames, a pair of white legs looked like high-quality white fat jade. When squatting down, the parts that had been squeezed today bulged out the transparent white cloth.

Feng Jiang always looked at it uncontrollably, and after a while, Jin An heard a cold snort from the system and asked him to sit down.

"System?" Jin An was a little surprised that the system suddenly stopped him.

The system voice is cold, like training but not like training: "It's not worry-free all day long."

[Turn your butt and sit down. 】

Jin An: "Oh."

The place where they lit the fire was next to the mountain wall farthest from the dark water, and there were large and small stones scattered around it. Jin An sat on the opposite side of Fengjiang and warmed himself by the fire.

Feng Jiang's eyebrows are deep, and when his face is expressionless, he looks very cold and has a sense of elitism. Jin An lowers his gaze and glances at the opponent's thigh. When the pants are wet and tight, it can show the tightness of the thigh .

Jin An looked at it for a while, and couldn't hold back and asked, "Don't you take off your pants?"

Even Jin An, a life idiot, knows that wearing pants that stick to the body is not only uncomfortable but also not easy to dry.

Jin An didn't think Feng Jiang didn't understand these things, so after thinking for a while, he asked, "Are you shy?"

Feng Jiang: "..."

Jin An thought he had guessed right, and said empathetically, "It doesn't matter, we are all men, I have what you have, and we all saw each other during the grade assessment."

As Jin An spoke, his eyes kept sweeping towards Feng Jiang's legs, Feng Jiang's Adam's apple was tense, and finally he couldn't bear it and said "um".

However, after the other party took off his pants, Jin An regretted what he said.

The thighs wrapped by the wet trouser material looked tight and powerful, and it was even worse after taking it off. Jin An glanced at it, and was even more frightened by the bulging bag wrapped under the thin black fabric, slightly bent his legs, and blocked his own in embarrassment. .

He didn't dare to say anything.

only……

"The mausoleums of the Xia Dynasty all use the mountain as the entrance, and the bottom adopts the structure of "Zao". "

After a short rest, Feng Jiang regained his usual composure and asked Jin An to sit beside him.

In the backpack, there is a map of the Xia Dynasty tomb prepared in advance by Fengjiang, which is based on the appearance of the Xia Dynasty tomb that was mined in reality.

Jin An sat next to Feng Jiang with his legs crossed, hiding the size he didn't have before leaning over to look at the drawings.

"We should be on the periphery of the tomb now." Feng Jiang pointed to a circular corridor outside the early words on the drawing, then looked up at the surrounding stone caves, and said, "There should be a real entrance to the tomb in these caves."

"But..." Jin An couldn't help interrupting when he heard this.

He looked around at the hole, big or small, extending from the dark river corridor, frowned and bit his mouth subconsciously.

"But there are so many holes, can we find them all?"

Although there are compressed biscuits in the Fengjiang bag, the quantity is not large, and at most it can only last for the two of them for a week. There are so many holes, and there must be insufficient supplies, let alone what may be in the holes. Dangerous, and cold conditions when gas tanks run out.

Feng Jiang gave a soft "hmm" and said, "We need to find traces."

"?" Jin An looked at Feng Jiang in a daze.

Feng Jiang shone the flashlight at the entrance of a cave and said, "Here."

Jin An followed the beam of light and looked over. On the dark mountain, there was a trace of a highlighter where it was illuminated by the light, which was covered by traces of damp moss. Jin An didn't pay attention to it and didn't notice it at all.

"The ones that have been marked with a highlighter have been probed, and we don't have to go in."

I know from the villagers that several groups of players who were regarded as tomb robbers have stolen into the ancient tomb. These traces should be marked by the players deliberately to remember the holes they explored.

Jin An nodded, hummed twice, turned his head along the light of the flashlight, only to find that the other party's palm holding the flashlight was red, he was stunned, and hurriedly said: "Your hand is injured."

Just now, no matter whether he was accepting the blueprint of the ancient tomb or lighting a fire, the other party was always covering with the back of his hand on top. Under Feng Jiang's deliberate concealment, Jin An never noticed that the other party's palm was injured. Jin An only saw it when he let go of the flashlight at this moment.

He stood up straight away and opened Feng Jiang's left hand.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit broken..." Pi.

The half-spoken words stopped under Jin An's reddened eyes.

Jin An looked nervously at the hand he was holding, and there was still a bit of mist in his eyes.

Feng Jiang pursed his lips, his heart softened instantly, and he slowed down the movement of curling up to cover up, and opened his hands to Jin An to see.

The skin on the palm was broken, it was soaked in water and turned white, and a little bit of blood was still oozing out.

Jin An didn't know what to say. It seemed that the players in the dungeon didn't think these small injuries were important. He was afraid of being hypocritical when he said something about caring. Seeing that someone opened his hand to him, he could only Carefully blow air into the wound.

"There are..."

"Do you want to paint it with saliva?"

The words were interrupted by Jin An again, and the word "medicine" that Feng Jiang was about to say was swallowed down by his saliva when he heard what Jin An said.

Human saliva has only a slight, almost negligible disinfectant effect, and is of no use to bleeding wounds, but...

Feng Jiang's Adam's apple was pressed down. In Jin An's eyes, an upright and reliable mature man, driven by some hidden thoughts, did not choose a scientific explanation, but followed suit: "Okay."

Jin An raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Jiang, originally wanting him to lick him, but suddenly couldn't speak when the other party looked at him complicatedly.

He held his hands in his hands, raised his face slightly, and was thinking, Feng Jiang looked like he couldn't do the behavior of licking his hands with his tongue, should he be licked?

It doesn't seem strange if he licks...

Jin An didn't know why he felt this way, but driven by this cognition, he tentatively lowered his head and licked the palm of the hand.

The wound that had been washed and soaked in water had no peculiar smell, on the contrary, there was a cold fragrance similar to mint when it was close. Jin An was afraid of Feng Jiang's pain, so he licked the skin next to the wound. Although he was very careful, Jin An still felt his own When the tip of his tongue touched the skin of his palm, Feng Jiang trembled slightly.

Does it hurt?

Jin An thought vaguely, and moved his tongue more gently.

The licked palm was carefully wrapped by Feng Jiang with gauze. Jin An also noticed that there was anti-inflammatory spray in the backpack at this time. He was stunned when he first saw it, and looked up at Feng Jiang stiffly.

Feng Jiang's expression was calm, and he said lightly: "It may be Jiang Lifang, I didn't find out just now."

Jin An said "Oh" in panic, and was fooled by Feng Jiang's calm performance, although he still felt something strange in his heart.

People who took the flashlight and blueprints from the bag, and even subconsciously went to get the gauze, would they not know the anti-inflammatory medicine in the corner?

Only Jin Anxin is big and stupid, and he doesn't suspect the sinister intentions of Feng Jiang, an old virgin who is almost 30 years old.

……

The two stayed at the entrance of the cave for another half an hour, and the clothes and pants were half dry. In order to save fuel, the two changed directly, packed up and started looking for unmarked cave entrances.

After nearly [-] holes, I finally found it at another bend in the dark river.

Jin An was led in by Feng Jiang, and when the flashlight shined on the cave, he could still see the strange totems carved on the mountain surface, a bit like those on Wu Zhao's body. Jin An remembered that the meaning of these totems was to exorcise evil spirits.

They were lucky. The first unmarked hole seemed to be the real entrance of the tomb. The long tomb passage seemed to be impossible to reach. After passing the outermost exorcism mountain wall, there was a brick-built secluded passage, a long one, There are paintings on the walls and oil lamps.

Feng Jiang asked Jin An to hold his clothes, and when he was sure that the wick in the oil lamp was still there, he took the lighter and lit it.

As soon as one was lit, the oil lamp behind it spontaneously ignited, leading continuously to the bronze door at the end.

Jin An was taken aback by this strange scene, and then heard Feng Jiang say: "Don't be afraid, the wick is made of low-combustible material, and it will ignite easily if the temperature in the cave is higher."

As soon as Feng Jiang explained, these things became scientific at once.

The depiction on the wall of the tomb passage illuminated by oil lamps, Feng Jiang took Jin An to take a closer look, it was a prosperous scene in the Xia Dynasty, so lifelike that you could hear the yelling of the peddlers in the murals.

The previous section of the road is all about life in the Xia Dynasty.

Feng Jiang said: "In the tomb passages of the Xia Dynasty, the life of the owner of the tomb will be engraved, and the prosperity of the current era will generally be engraved with the royal family."

"According to records, the national teacher of the Xia Dynasty was in charge of the country's destiny, and this ancient tomb may belong to him."

Jin An let out a muffled "hmm", feeling a little more anxious in his heart.

In his heart, Mr. is the most omnipotent person in the world, and he can't imagine that Mr. will die.

Ten meters later, the scene on the wall of the tomb changed from the national scene of the Xia Dynasty to various mysterious and abstract patterns of auspicious auspiciousness and animals. Amidst a cloud of auspiciousness, the man with a handsome face opened his eyes.

It's sir, the one depicted on the mural.

Jin An unconsciously let go of the hand he was holding with Feng Jiang, and his fingertips touched the face of the national teacher.

Cold, no temperature.

Feng Jiang was slightly stunned, and said: "It is said that the national teacher of the Xia Dynasty was an immortal. His age is unknown, but his face is not old."

But people who are called gods are still trapped in this damp and dark tomb.

The surrounding oil lamps flickered for a moment, Feng Jiang looked around.

"Go ahead first."

Only then did Jin An put down his hands and move forward. From the scene of the birth of the national teacher at the beginning, there were gradually more figures on the mural.

The elegant and handsome national teacher met a little beggar when he went out to sacrifice. The little beggar seemed to be afraid of being scolded, so he got up and ran away quickly, leaving the national teacher standing in the middle of the crowd. The beggars looked at each other from afar. On a rainy night, the little beggar curled up in the temple was taken home by the national teacher...

This was the first meeting between Jin An and his husband before his death.

Jin Anben's forgotten memories slowly recovered, gathering up little by little, making his expression much more bewildered.

He didn't even know why he had forgotten these things, as if they had been deliberately hidden in a dark box, and in the past he could only glimpse a corner through the cracks, only to be fully revealed at this moment when the key was opened.

"Jin An?" Feng Jiang called out to him.

Only then did Jin An come back to his senses, and stared blankly at the past.

Feng Jiang touched Jin An's forehead: "Uncomfortable?"

Jin An shook his head and said, "No."

Only Feng Jiang was still worried, the face of the person in front of him was pale, his eyes were a little out of focus, and his voice sounded weak and weak.

Feng Jiang glanced at the watch in his hand and said, "Let's rest for a while before leaving."

Jin An wanted to continue watching, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Feng Jiang pulled him to sit down with a sullen face.

"You need rest."

Jin An was frightened by Feng Jiang's stern tone, and obediently closed his mouth.

The tomb passage is very long, and the entrance of the cave can no longer be seen from the road, so Feng Jiang took off his coat and gave Jin An a cushion to rest.

"I, I'll just sit on the ground..."

Jin An was embarrassed and embarrassed to sit on someone else's clothes, Feng Jiang glanced at him, and without saying a word grabbed Jin An's arm and asked him to sit obediently.

There were bottled water and emergency cold medicine in the backpack. Feng Jiang warmed up the water with a utensil and asked Jin An to take two preventive pills. That's when the accident happened.

Jin An was holding two pills and was about to take them when a cold wind blew by, and the oil lamp and the dry ice fire went out at the same time, and the temperature in the cave dropped several degrees in an instant.

"Ugh-"

Ethereal, similar to the muffled warning sound before the attack of wild beasts, came from the thick darkness...

The author says:

An An's diary (full of tears): Woohoo, they all said that the husband is dead;

National Teacher: Be good, don’t cry;

Thank you for your irrigation, friends——

感谢在2022-10-1016:28:19-2022-10-1117:37:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5948852910 bottles; Xiao Zhanshunshunli, Ziyu 2 bottles; Ning 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!