Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

The finishing touches of the first battle are in full swing.

Chen Zhou led his men out, and the elder of Wuxiang Peak, Qu Yiran, was already waiting outside: "Sword-wielding elder."

The elder of Wuxiang Peak was the one who spoke for him in the temple last time - Yao Qi's master.

"After receiving your message, the sect leader ordered me to leave immediately, so I caught up in time."

"I wonder if what you said in the letter is true?" She looked a little worried.

Although Chen Zhou brought his disciples out, he himself did not gain any advantage.

I was so nervous just now that I didn't notice anything, but now my blood and energy are surging, and all the meridians in my body are trembling.

"Yes……"

The ground behind him began to shake and collapsed layer by layer. Thick smoke came out, followed by a sudden fire. In just a few breaths, everything was burned to ashes.

Shen Zhou: “…”

He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“Master…!”

Cen Jianshen's expression changed slightly, and he quickly supported him: "I will take Master back to Yixiantian to heal his injuries first."

"Yes, let me heal your wounds first." Qu Yiran nodded.

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After leaving here, the disciples finally felt relieved. They first returned to Yixiantian to stay, and the people brought by Qu Yiran helped treat the seriously injured ones.

Chen Zhou did not go and declined directly.

He staggered into the room, and within half an incense stick of time of healing himself, his consciousness began to blur.

There was a rustling sound in my ears, like whispers or gasps, and my heartbeat suddenly quickened.

The body temperature is rising silently.

He thought he was dreaming, but the sound did not decrease, but became louder.

Chen Zhou groped his way onto the bed, feeling extremely uncomfortable all over. He couldn't explain what it was.

The heat rushed through his meridians like a mad wave, sweeping over him and submerging him completely.

heat.

His body was restless uncontrollably. The fatigue from his injuries and the onset of his furnace constitution made him dizzy and he couldn't muster any energy.

If there is ice water...

Enough.

No, not really.

He would pounce on anyone who came at this moment.

Chen Zhou gave up the idea of ​​asking Cen Jianshen to come over. He curled up on the bed, letting his clothes be soaked with sweat.

Suddenly, there seemed to be some movement.

He shuddered, opened his eyes with a flushed face, and saw a shadowy figure sitting in front of him.

Her hand lightly touched Chen Zhou's exposed arm, and Chen Zhou shrank back, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

The man looked down at him. Chen Zhou's eyes were red and misty behind his glasses. His face was like the most beautiful spring flower in full bloom, extremely beautiful.

!

Chen Zhou finally saw the person in front of him clearly: "You——"

Where did this stalker come from!

The masked man directly covered his mouth and nose.

There was a noise outside, and Cen Jianshen knocked on the door loudly: "Master, Master, you didn't rest, did you—"

Chen Zhou trembled and struggled for a bit, but before he could sit up he was pushed back down.

"Elder Qu asked me to bring you some medicine—"

“Master…?”

There was no movement in the room. Cen Jianshen looked a little puzzled. "Could something have happened?"

She pushed the door open and was about to come in.

There was a crash.

It sounded like something falling. Cen Jianshen stopped moving again and said, "Master, shall I bring the medicine to you?"

"……No."

The person on the bed said coldly: "Get out of here."

The person outside the house was a little confused. After hesitating for a while, he bent down and put the medicine bottle at the door before leaving.

After a while, the door was opened and the masked man took the medicine bottle on the ground into the room. The person on the bed had his back to her, his black hair stuck to his body, and the exposed white neck was already soaked with sweat.

The struggle just now made him sweat more, and a very faint fragrance slowly wafted out from his body.

"Brother, how did you get yourself into this state?"

She put the bottle of medicine on the table.

His eyes fell on Chen Zhou and he looked at him for a while, then he pulled out a chair and sat down beside the bed: "Is it because I was too heavy-handed?"

There seemed to be a voice in his ear, but Chen Zhou didn't quite understand what she was saying. His mind was a mess and he had no extra energy to think about the problem.

The thirst in his body tortured him, and he clenched his teeth and said nothing.

The masked man stretched out his hand, pinched his chin and turned it around. His palm touched his neck. Chen Zhou shook violently, and it felt like an electric current ran through his body.

Ling Yun helped him up, and the corners of his lips curled slightly behind the mask: "Brother, why don't you speak?"

Chen Zhou really wanted to curse, but he was afraid that he would burst into tears once he opened his mouth.

That would be great for her.

His palms were soaked with sweat, hot and damp, and the masked man's fingers were on his wrists, and she explored them calmly.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was a little surprised.

Just a light touch from her fingers caused Chen Zhou to tremble violently.

He reached out and pushed the other person away, but his legs went limp and he fell back onto the bed.

"...After awakening, the furnace cauldron physique will be even more violent if you endure it once. It seems that my brother can only find someone to share the love with."

She leaned her knees against the bed and leaned her upper body over, a dim shadow moving with it.

The hem of the other person's clothes fell on the back of Chen Zhou's hand. He unconsciously grabbed it tightly, raised his head to get closer to her, and tried to untie her clothes that were in the way with trembling hands.

He wanted to stick close to her, as if the fire in his body would disappear completely if he just touched her.

The masked person did not dodge, and even let him pull up her collar.

"Do you need help?"

Chen Zhou was unconscious and didn't hear clearly what the other person said. He just kept rubbing his cheek against the other person's shoulder.

It seems that this can alleviate the problem.

want to.

Ling Yun saw that his face was flushed, his eyes were unfocused, his lips were slightly open and trembling, and his hands and feet were so soft that he had no strength at all. He knew that he had endured to the limit.

She stopped talking and picked up Chen Zhou's glasses with her fingertips, and his sweaty face was finally completely exposed.

She used her arms to lift the person up and put him inside, then lowered the curtain.

Chen Zhou pushed away her approaching body and rolled inside.

At some point, the white rainbow in his hand was summoned and placed in front of him.

There was no extra expression on his face. He gasped violently, but the words he uttered were ruthless: "...Get lost."

Ling Yun pondered for a moment, a little curious, as if savoring it: "...I think this word is what I often say to others."

Shen Zhou: “…”

Are you still envious of others?

"Brother, why do you have to endure so much pain?" The masked man coaxed softly, "It's just a good time. I'm wearing a mask, so just pretend you don't know who this person is."

"If you don't want to face it, I can also help you block your vision. This way, my brother should be more sensitive..."

"Coming or not?"