who's medicine

People who have served in the army are different. Their muscles are clear and powerful, with distinct bumps. They are completely different from those ducklings with thin skin and tender meat.Maybe because the body is always wrapped under the clothes, maybe Kan Qi only focused on repairing Mingming before, never thought that there is such a beautiful body hidden under a thin cloth, he was a little confused after being amazed.

Minglang lay on the ground curled up into a ball, the unbearable itching made him scratch himself out of blood, his fingers dug into the skin, and then pulled out a series of blood-red marks, now he can only relieve pain all over his body like ants. Erosive itching.

The continuous heat from his body made him start to sweat. He couldn't tell whether it was his body temperature rising or the burning caused by the tearing of his skin and flesh. In short, he only had one feeling now, that being in water and fire, life would be worse than death.

Faintly, Mingming seemed to hear someone calling his name, he raised his head in a daze, and saw a person squatting in front of him, his facial features were blurred, he couldn't see who it was, but... behind this person grew a pair of huge This pair of wings is full-fledged, snow-white and snow-white.

God... he actually saw a fairy?Isn't he dreaming?

"You...you..." Minglang stared at the god in front of him in disbelief, tongue-tied.

Kan Qi squatted in front of him, looking at those eyes that were so foggy that they were out of focus.Since he knew each other, these eyes have conveyed all kinds of information to him, surprise, doubt, firmness, hatred, contempt, anger... only they have never looked at him like they are now.

Probably because of the medicine, those eyes looked wet, with a reddish mist in them, without any sign of resistance or resistance, just looking at him with a little curiosity and flawless eyes.If it is said that Qinglang opened him in a resistance mode, now it is a pure compliance mode.

"Do you know who I am?" Kan Qi looked at him with complicated eyes.

"You are...you are..." Minglang was thinking seriously and hard, looking like a primary school student stumped by homework, tilting his head and thinking hard.

This expression was seen by Kan Qi, he took a deep breath and swallowed it with difficulty.

"Are you a fairy?" Minglang was a little excited.

Of course, Kan Qi didn't know what he saw in Minglang's eyes. When he heard him say that he was a fairy, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Yes, I am a fairy. Tell me what you want, and I can satisfy you."

"Really?" Minglang was overjoyed, and stretched out two fingers: "I only have two or two wishes."

"You said."

"The first wish is, can my mother be cured quickly?" Qingming looked at the god in front of him sincerely.

"What about the second one?"

"The second one is... my body feels... very uncomfortable, itchy and hot, can you help me?" Minglang continued to scratch and scratch his body uncontrollably.

The difference this time is that apart from scratching the itch, his other hand started to make some small movements through his underwear. I don't know if it was the itching or the hyperactivity of the organs caused by the medicine, but Minglang himself didn't seem to take this shocking behavior as a serious matter at all. One thing, to him, seems to be just scratching, and has nothing to do with the attributes of organs.

When Kan Qi was watching him close at hand as he pushed his brother from the normal size a few seconds ago to the current hot cannon state, he swallowed, and obviously felt his lower abdomen start to convulse... He, He reacted.

"You want me to help you?" His throat started to hoarse.

"Hey...it's too itchy, old god, hurry...help me." Minglang has lost his basic perception ability at this time, and any reaction of the body will be infinitely magnified by him.

Seeing Minglang twisting his body unbearably in front of him, Kan Qi's eyes were empty, his chest was twitching, and his head was short-circuited. He didn't know what to do...

Minglang felt that the old god in front of him seemed unwilling to help him, so he could only stand up staggeringly with one hand supporting his body, looked left and right, and walked towards a wool wall not far away.The people present didn't know what he was going to do, they could only watch him walk to the front of the fur wall with three steps and three steps, and then stuck to it.

When Kan Qi saw him sticking his naked body against the potholed wall without even thinking about it, he finally understood what Mingming was going to do. This silly boy actually wanted to rub the rough sand and stones on the wall to relieve the itching? !

Fine sand and stones scraped across Minglang's body. He didn't feel any pain at all. His back was close to the wall, rubbing up and down, left and right. He felt that this way of relieving itching was the most effective, and of course it would There is a pinprick pain, but the flesh is obviously not as hot and restless as before.

Looking at Minglang's relaxed and satisfied expression, he knew that the itching on his body was temporarily relieved, but I didn't realize that my back had been wiped bloody, and the blood had seeped into the cracks in the wall.

But Minglang never let go of his hand on the meat head, and his whole body was still in a state of confusion and out-of-control behavior.

Just when Kan Qi was watching without knowing why, Ming Lang suddenly turned over and pressed his chest and lower body against the wall, ready for the next move.

He is going to be together with Angry Birds...

Startled, Kan Qi quickly stepped over in two big strides, hugged Mingming by the waist, and pulled him over at the moment when he was about to destroy himself.At this time, Mingming was undoubtedly paralyzed, and fell into his arms after being pulled by Kan Qi.

Mingming looked at the god who was close at hand with blurred vision, and said with difficulty: "Old god... thank you, I thought you were unwilling to help me, I am really old, old and uncomfortable..."

Kan Qi looked at the blood stains on his clothes, then at the clean eyes of the man in his arms, and said softly, "Okay, I'll save you now."

He turned his head and called out to Zhou Guan and the others: "Pick him into the car and take him to my place."

"..." The three people in the back looked at each other, thinking they had heard it wrong.

"What are you doing standing there? Come here!"

A few people ran over and hurriedly carried Minglang into the car. Before driving, Yang Xiaohuan made sure once more: "Brother Qi, you said you would send him to your place?"

"Yes," Kan Qi sat on the back seat, and Ren Minglang leaned on his lap listlessly: "Do you want me to read the address again?"

"No, no need..."

After sending Minglang back to Kan Qi's residence, Yang Xiaohuan drove away. It was exactly twelve o'clock at night, and Lao Wu was also sitting in the car.

"Hey, why did Brother Qi bring Minglang home? Look at the blood all over his body, do you still want to continue sexing?" Yang Xiaohuan asked Lao Wu.

"Then why bother to go home, just let us avoid it just now."

"what do you mean……"

"Do you want to know why?"

"Appreciate further details."

"Hmph," Lao Wu smiled slyly, "Brother Qi took him home to heal his injuries."

Yang Xiaohuan nodded half understanding: "Healing..."

Yangshan Villa——

Kan Qi stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the sporadic night scenery outside, trying to calm himself down.The night was quiet, and the only thing I could hear right now was the sound of my own breathing, and the murmur of the person lying on the bed behind me, which sounded fragmented but eerily stirred someone's heartbeat.

Kan Qi turned his head, squinted his eyes and looked at Mingming, who was sluggish. As long as his body lay on the bed, there were mottled bloodstains. .

He brought a pot of hot water and put it on the bedside, and it took a lot of effort to turn the half-dead Mingming over and let him lie on the bed.When he twisted the towel and was about to wipe Minglang's back, he hesitated for a moment, took out his phone, turned on Du Niang, and entered a few words: Should we use hot water or hydrogen peroxide first to treat the wound?

After seeing full of professional answers, he put down the towel, ran downstairs to get hydrogen peroxide and povidone iodine, and began to clean Minglang's blood.

The cotton ball was stained with hydrogen peroxide and gently wiped his back. Looking carefully with the light, he found that besides the blood, there were also grains of broken stones embedded in the flesh on Mingming's back. How hard are you rubbing against the wall?

The skin that was originally smooth and dark now looked bruised and bruised, with nowhere intact.Kan Qi cleaned up the scratched place for him bit by bit. When he came to the bottom of the tailbone, he saw the pair of underwear that had been torn with holes, and he forcibly tore it off and threw it into the trash can without saying a word.

Ah... Even the round and plump buttocks are red, swollen and bloody. It's a pity that such delicate and powerful flesh are so honorably injured.He stretched out his finger and poked it on a certain inch of intact skin, um... What a piece of meat, it's so elastic!

Probably because the hallucinogen's strength started to wear off, and the stimulation on the flesh became clearer and clearer. Minglang gradually felt his whole body ache like being burned. He frowned deeply and twisted his body irritably.

"Hey, don't move..."

Kan Qi tried to stop Ming Lang, but as soon as his hands clamped his arm, he broke away violently, and slapped him backhand by the way.

"I'm cleaning your wound. Why are you beating me?" Kan Qi rubbed his face. This was the second time he was beaten by Minglang tonight.

"It hurts... it hurts it hurts..." Minglang yelled very unhappy, his hands fluttered in the air, and his two long legs kicked back and forth, which was completely the virtue of a brat.

"No matter how painful you are, you have to wash off the blood first. What if you get infected?"

Kan Qi bent down again as he spoke, and was about to clean Minglang's butt, when Minglang kicked him on the lower abdomen, which suddenly made him take several steps back, almost sitting on the ground.

"Damn it..." Kan Qi looked down and scolded, "This is the guy I eat, you want me to be the last one, right?" It kicked him right in the gut, and a circle of cold sweat broke out on Kan Qi's forehead.

Minglang didn't have time to pay attention to what he was cursing, he muttered to himself in a daze, it sounded like he was talking, but it was difficult to connect the jumbled words that came out.

Kan Qi could see that he was talking to himself, endured the pain in his lower abdomen, leaned forward and said, "What are you talking about? Louder!"

Mingming turned aside impatiently, and obviously raised his voice: "Old...old god, you said you would help me, you...you lied..."

Kan Qi finally heard it clearly, he snorted, is he still thinking about the old fairy at this time?Alright, old gods are old gods!

"How did I lie to you?" Kan Qi was surprised: "You are not obedient, how can I help you?"

Bright and foggy eyes stared blankly at Kan Qi, half-believing and half-doubting: "Then if I listen, obedient, will you help me?"

Damn, those devastated eyes are really... Kan Qi was almost overwhelmed by his bewildered expression.

"Then are you listening?"

"I...I'll listen." Qingming would never be obsessed in front of the old god.

Kan Qi smiled in satisfaction, "Then lie down obediently and don't move."

Sure enough, Minglang didn't resist any more, and threw himself on the bed obediently, while Ren Kanqi helped him wipe the wound bit by bit.

"Hiss...it hurts..." Minglang couldn't help but uttered, he felt his back was on fire.

"Hold on!"

"..." Minglang fell silent.

Kan Qi could see that his back was trembling slightly, he knew how much pain he had now, and also knew how much he was trying to hold back the pain.

good!Children can be taught, so they should listen to the old gods!

After another 2 minutes, Minglang spoke again: "Old Immortal, I feel, feel that I am lying on top of a ball of white clouds, very... very soft, and my whole body is almost... floating."

Kan Qi was amused by his simple and down-to-earth description. His bed was really big and soft, and it was covered with pink sheets, so it was normal for a delirious person to mistake him for Baiyun.

"Is it comfortable or uncomfortable?"

"...It's comfortable, it's always comfortable, I want to lie on white, white clouds for the rest of my life."

Hearing these words, Kan Qi felt an inexplicable soreness. He thought of the wooden bed at Minglang's house, which was at most 1.2 meters. He was at least [-] meters tall, and it was difficult for him to sleep on that kind of bed.

"Then obediently lie on your stomach and don't move," Kan Qi ordered, "I'll apply the medicine to you later."

"Rub, rub what medicine?"

"Centipede wine."

"Is it okay if you don't wipe it?" Although Minglang didn't know what the upper body of the centipede wine would do with Minglang's current IQ, he was too dizzy and didn't want to bother.

Kan Qi said solemnly: "You asked me to help you, but you are disobedient, so how can you tell me how to help you?"

"..."

In the end, Kan Qi wiped Minglang's medicinal wine again with half-push, and Minglang was already drowsy when the wipe was finished. Kan Qi straightened him, covered him with the quilt, and went out.

…………

The autumn morning is extremely dull, even if the sun is out, it is hidden behind the thick clouds, stingyly releasing its pitiful warmth.

There was no trace of sunlight penetrating the room, because the curtains were drawn so tightly that the sun was already high, and the room was still pitch black.

Minglang has always had the habit of getting up early, every day at around six o'clock, after washing up, he goes out to run around the nearby park twice, and then goes home to get ready for work.The only exception was today, because of what happened last night, he slept until after nine o'clock before opening his eyes in a daze.

My head still hurts, like a hangover, I can't lift it up, and my whole back hurts, as if it's been torn apart, hey...

Oops... must be late!Minglang was about to prop up his body, but when he stretched out his hand, he realized that his whole body was not in contact with his hard and narrow wooden bed. This bed was so wide that at least he couldn't touch the edge of the bed with his arms outstretched, and it was surprisingly soft. He has never slept on such a soft bed in such a big age.

where is he?

Minglang was startled, and some bits and pieces flashed through his mind. After sending Zhang Shujing home last night, he met Kan Qi and his group downstairs, and then those people took him somewhere , he clearly remembered that Kan Qi injected him...

Minglang's eyes widened, so he could be now... He ignored the headache, rolled out of bed, endured the inexplicable pain all over his body, and crawled to the window, opened the curtain .

At the same time, he saw the most representative artificial lake in Xijiang City, and the whole city came into view. This geographical location is the Yangshan Villa District, which is also the place where Kan Qi lives.

Could it be that he is really in someone's house...

At this time, Minglang felt a chill across his lower body, looked down, and saw that he was only wearing a pair of underwear, and this underwear was not his own!Who put it on for him?And who took it off for him?

The author has something to say:

Brother Kan Qi was officially captured here, hahahaha~~~~~