【Xue Xiao】Prisoner in the deserted city

Xiao Su in Yizhuang was quiet and deadly.Stepping over the high threshold, walking through a few criss-crossing forks, and turning to the street, it gradually gained popularity.

Xue Yang strolled the streets with ease, wearing a black attire with tight necklines and cuffs, his long hair tied high with a hair tie, flicking it as he walked, quite nimble.The soles of his feet were brisk, and he held an apple in his hand, taking a bite from time to time. If he didn't know him, he really thought it was a handsome young man from some family.

Xue Yang turned unsteadily into one of the pharmacies in the market, and kicked open the door. The clerk at the door was dozing off, but when he saw who was coming, he woke up with a quick wit. Obviously, he had seen Xue Yang's wickedness before. I was so frightened that I almost overturned the chair, and screamed and ran to call Dr. Zhang.

It seems that Xue Yang is a frequent visitor to this pharmacy.

Every time he went to call someone, every time Xue Yang would not wait.He was tall and long-legged, and he walked faster than the short-legged guy. He reached the medicine table in two steps, grabbed Doctor Zhang by the collar of his back, and lifted him out, saying, "What kind of medicine was that last time, remember?" Come on. Bring me two more packs of the same, and it will be faster."

Doctor Zhang tremblingly said: "Well, that, if it was to treat the neck injury you mentioned, it should have healed already, there is no need to apply it again..."

"I said take it and you take it, so much nonsense." Xue Yang threw Doctor Zhang casually, rolled his eyes while sweeping the medicine box behind the counter, and muttered, "It's because your place is too small and your skills are too poor to kill you." I ran to Lincheng to treat my injuries like an idiot behind my back, I think you are a profiteer."

Doctor Zhang was ashamed, and carefully explained: "This is a pharmacy, not a medical center..."

Those broken clinics are even more useless!Xue Yang scolded in his heart, and crossed his arms and stared at Doctor Zhang. The latter hurriedly went to dispense the medicine, and the two apprentices also joined in to work together. When it turned into mud, the other one came to clean it up, and hurriedly knocked a medicine box that had just been taken off to the ground with a push of his buttocks.

For a moment, the Zhangjia drugstore was in a mess.

Xue Yang said coldly, "Give me another three days of tonic, I've finished the last one."

Xue Yang came out of the pharmacy carrying large and small bags of medicinal materials and supplements, but the money was naturally still not paid.In the previous month, he came frequently, almost every few days. Every time after his raids, Dr. Zhang complained again and again, but he didn't dare to resist.

In fact, since his identity was revealed, Xue Yang never paid for "shopping".He had been honest for a long time before, and that was just to cooperate with Xiao Xingchen. In fact, even at that time, he secretly snatched it for nothing, and warned the seller not to say anything, especially not to be known by the Taoist priest in white beside him.

Do you have to pay for your own things?It was a joke, Xiao Xingchen's little money was far from enough for him to spend.

In fact, now Xue Yang can completely occupy the fancy restaurant and inn, and have two servants order him around. This Yicheng is located in a remote place, and no one knows the identities of him and Xiao Xingchen, and how arrogant he is.

But for some reason, Xue Yang never left the Yizhuang, living in the dilapidated small courtyard was very comfortable.

Xue Yang ate the apple with the medicine in one hand and threw the core back casually.He flicked his hands twice, stepped over the threshold and walked inside.

There is no need to boil the medicine. Today's soup and medicine are made by others.Of course, how could Xue Yang wait patiently for such a troublesome matter of brewing medicine? He couldn't wait, knowing that there were wounded people going to see a doctor, so he took other people's medicine for himself.

Xue Yang got up too early and was a little tired after wandering around the street, but he still heated up the medicinal soup that had become warm on the stove, and went to the inner room with it.

They saw Xiao Xingchen lying curled up on the ground, the straw under his body was stained with blood stains, and the blanket that Xue Yang had covered him was casually left aside.Wearing only the tattered Taoist robe on his thin and thin body, he looked a bit miserable.

Xue Yang walked over and squatted down, put the bowl on the ground aside, and roughly swept Xiao Xingchen's injury.

In the middle of the night last night, Xue Yang sneaked over to bandage Xiao Xingchen's shoulder injury, and transmitted the continuous spiritual power to him little by little, so that he would not feel so uncomfortable.The rest of the place hadn't been treated yet. Under the torn clothes, the sword wounds and whips were clearly visible, and they were dark red.

Xue Yang's gaze stayed on Xiao Xingchen's wrist.

Xiao Xingchen rested his head on his arm, and a small half of his arm was exposed from the wide cuff. It looked particularly pale and conspicuous in the gray and gray. His wrist joints were clearly defined, with light-colored blue veins and scratched and torn wounds.

Xue Yang just stared at it, and for some reason wanted to touch it, and stretched out his hand out of nowhere.

When his fingertips were about to touch Xue Yang, he changed direction, pushed Xiao Xingchen's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Hey, don't sleep, wake up and drink up the medicine."

Xiao Xingchen didn't say a word, but shrank back uncomfortably.Xiao Xingchen didn't sleep well at night, but his body was extremely exhausted, and in the end he couldn't stand it any longer, and passed out in a semi-comatose state.

"Xiao Xingchen." Xue Yang thought that Xiao Xingchen was pretending to be asleep on purpose, so he pulled him up by his arms, squeezed his chin with one hand to force him to open his mouth, and poured the medicine bowl down his throat with the other hand.

Xiao Xingchen woke up no matter how reluctant he was, coughing until he was choked, and his mouth was full of the bitterness of the medicine soup. He hadn't eaten much in the past few days, but this time he almost coughed out his lungs.

"I'm just waking up now." Xue Yang was quite proud, and patted Xiao Xingchen on the back with extra graciousness.

Xiao Xingchen coughed and took a gap, vigorously waved Xue Yang's hand away, raised his hand to wipe the medicine juice from the corner of his mouth, turned over and sat there panting.

Xue Yang found it boring, but he didn't even get angry. Seeing Xiao Xingchen's face flushed from coughing, he thought it was quite interesting, and finally he wasn't a pale person anymore.

Xue Yang said: "I got some herbs for you to rub, you just hold back and don't move."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Xingchen's sleeves were rolled up, and something cold was rubbed on the wound on his forearm.

Xiao Xingchen flinched for a while, not only because of the sudden pain, but because he really didn't want to be so close to Xue Yang, and he didn't understand why Xue Yang came to treat him so kindly.

"Don't move, although it's all skin trauma, it's easy to get infected if you leave it alone." Xue Yang firmly grasped Xiao Xingchen's arm, which was obviously trying to break free, and warned slowly: "Don't forget what I said yesterday, you promised my business."

Xiao Xingchen didn't move.

It really works.Xue Yang thought it was funny, but what came out of his mouth was a disdainful sneer.He sprayed Xiao Xingchen all over where he exposed, and then went to untie his belt.

Xiao Xingchen shrank back, and said in a deep voice, "No need, I know my constitution myself, and I won't be infected."

"You're stupid." Xue Yang disdained, regardless of whether Xiao Xingchen could see it or not, he raised his chin towards his shoulder: "The bandage on your shoulder was only put on by me to stop your bleeding, there is no medicine at all, you are Do you want to lose your entire arm?"

Xiao Xingchen had no choice but to be more stubborn than Xue Yang, so he could only say, "I'll do it myself."

Xue Yang clicked his tongue, stuffed the herbs into Xiao Xingchen's arms, got up and walked out.

Funny, he didn't bother to bandage it, and he wasn't a servant.It's better to sleep a little longer.

When he reached the door, Xue Yang turned his head again, as if he wanted to check to see if Xiao Xingchen really knew how to bandage.

I saw that Xiao Xingchen's Taoist robe had already retreated halfway, the usual neat belt was hanging loosely between the thighs, and the neckline was open, and he was taking off the bandage and replacing it with a new bandage smeared with herbs.

The white skin and the darkness of the inner room formed a strong contrast. Xue Yang squinted his eyes, without the cover of his clothes, the wounds of different sizes were fully displayed, and there was even an obvious draw mark on the thin and protruding collarbone.

It's really too obvious, I don't know if it will leave a scar.

No matter whether there is someone or not, Xiao Xingchen doesn't seem to want to be too naked, so he lifts up the clothes while bandaging them, looking like he's struggling.

Xue Yang rolled his eyes, but finally he didn't turn back.

Although Xue Yang struck ruthlessly, all he inflicted were skin wounds, so he could recover after a few days of recuperation.Xiao Xingchen vomits blood because of excessive depression and has been injured in bed for a long time, so he needs to recuperate.

Xiao Xingchen really didn't look for death and life anymore, but he seemed to be a different person, became silent and unmoving, the gentleness in the past turned into a long silence, he never met Xue Yang, and never ran across the room .Of course, if Xue Yangfei told him to do something, he would do as he wanted, obedient and numb.When Xue Yang was not tormenting him, he would just stay in the corner alone, his eyes were covered by gauze and he couldn't see his expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing Xiao Xingchen like this, Xue Yang felt refreshed in his heart, as if he could finally escape from that manic resentment after so long.He worked hard at everything, and on a whim, he got a few chickens and put them in the backyard. He didn't know how to raise them, so he just scattered grains at random every day for them to peck.

One day or two, after a while, Xue Yang felt unhappy,

Xiao Xingchen is like this now, apart from being able to walk around and eat by himself, is there any difference from when he woke up, isn't he all dead.The two often came together "by chance", and Xiao Xingchen would automatically make way for him, acting as if he really didn't want to get in touch, and always regarded Xue Yang as air or the god of plague.

This cemetery is already boring enough, there is no need for another one.

That day Xue Yang found Xiao Xingchen, and saw him sitting on a chair weaving straw mats, a pile had already been neatly laid out at his feet, but he was still weaving.This is Xue Yang's picture every time he sees him in the past two days, and it hasn't changed. It seems that except for sleeping and eating, this person is constantly repeating weaving.

This was the task Xue Yang entrusted to him. In fact, the two of them used so many straw mats for what they didn't need at all, but Xue Yang asked him to make up ten large noodles.

Xue Yang just wanted to torment him, but Xiao Xingchen obeyed without thinking. Looking carefully, ten fingertips were already worn out, and he still didn't intend to stop.

Xiao Xingchen was blind, so he didn't realize that Xue Yang was not far away.

Xue Yang leaned against the door frame, looking at him strangely.

Xue Yang especially likes to let Xiao Xingchen cook. Seeing his white figure walking up and down in front of the terrace, Xue Yang will feel very satisfied.

But it was rare for Xue Yang to cook tonight. He has lived alone since he was a child, and his cooking skills are actually pretty good.After a while, a few side dishes and a pot of thick soup appeared on the small table.Without exception, it is all fish and meat.

Xiao Xingchen sat in front of the table, and the bowls and chopsticks in front of him remained untouched.

Xue Yang asked: "Why don't you eat, you won't be moved to tears by my diligence."

"I never eat meat."

Xiao Xingchen's voice was light, neither humble nor overbearing.Xue Yang snorted, and said calmly, "Then I insist on letting you eat."