There's something wrong with the general.

Wen Yuxi was sweating all over, with large beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks to his chin and neck, then flowing down to his collarbone and chest.

It’s really hot.

How many kinds of fire are there under this spring?

Wen Yuxi felt like a long time had passed.

His body was almost soaked, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the vines on his body.

To his surprise, at some point, the brown vines slowly turned green and sprouted many green buds.

what's the situation?

Wen Yuxi hurriedly asked the spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness, "Why did this vine sprout after being soaked in the spring water? Is it going to grow grass on us too?"

"Huh?" The spirit lying on the bed opened one eyelid and couldn't help but make a surprised sound when its eyes fell on the willow-like vines wrapped around the two of them.

"It actually sprouted! The legend is actually true!"

Wen Yuxi asked doubtfully, "What legend?"

The spirit of the weapon said slowly, "Legend has it that the Cang Yin Vine sprouts anew every ten thousand years. I never thought it was actually true."

"Don't you think it's strange that it didn't sprout earlier or later, but only at this time?"

"I don't know that."

"It's been several hours, why haven't you let go yet?"

The spirit of the weapon waved its hands: "Don't worry, it will be soon."

Wen Yuxi was as hot as in a sauna. He frowned and looked at the gurgling spring with a feeling of resentment.

She hugged Zhiming and rested her head on his shoulder.

The two of them pressed tightly together, feeling the coolness flow through every corner of their skin and into their hearts.

The hot and fiery heart slowly calmed down.

Perhaps the spring water was too hot, and Wen Yuxi gradually found a way to relieve the heat.

So, regardless of whether the unconscious Zhiming agreed or not, he directly hugged the person in his arms and pressed him tightly against him as much as possible.

So their current posture is that their chests are touching, their shoulders are touching, fitting perfectly.

The hotter the spring water, the cooler Zhiming's body becomes.

Sometimes Wen Yuxi would shudder at the coldness of his voice.

When the heat in his body subsided, he moved away slightly and inhaled the warmth from the spring water.

The two of them were entangled by vines. Wen Yuxi was awake and changed his posture every once in a while. After a while, his body became numb, so he switched to the other side and supported himself on the lotus leaf, twisting his body like a snake.

Occasionally straighten your back, stretch, and yawn.

When your body feels warm, apply it to Zhiming's body.

Wen Yuxi rubbed her chin against his shoulder, freeing her hand to push his wet hair aside.

The long, jet-black hair is smooth and thick.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but mutter to herself: "Even her hair looks good."

Zhiming was sleeping soundly, but suddenly he moved and his handsome eyebrows were twisted together.

Wen Yuxi quickly patted his back: "Be good, go to sleep."

It was like coaxing a child, and I felt a chill in my heart.

"Junior brother?"

Zhiming slowly opened his eyes, held his forehead and frowned, "Where is this?"

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Wen Yuxi was so happy that she clasped his shoulders tightly with both hands.

"Brother, you're finally awake! We're now below the crevice in the Infant Crying Valley."

"Is Junior Brother injured?"

He pulled Wen Yuxi's hand and placed it in his palm, staring at him intently.

Wen Yuxi squinted his eyes, smiled and shook his head.

"There's no injury at all, look, brother."

Wen Yuxi stretched out his arms and showed them to Zhiming.

He pursed his lips and was slightly stunned.

When his gaze fell on Wen Yuxi's shiny collarbone, he lowered his eyes slightly and said.

"It'll be fine if nothing happens."

Wen Yuxi raised the corner of his mouth: "I hope you're okay, Senior Brother."

Zhiming smiled when he heard this.

He slowly turned his head and looked around.

Wen Yuxi explained to him that it was the lotus demon who put them into the pond.

Just then, Wen Yuxi suddenly felt an itch in her ankle.

He felt so uncomfortable that he quickly wanted to bend down and scratch it with his hand.

When he looked down, he found that the green bud of the vine had grown a little bigger. It was because this thing had rubbed against his ankle that it caused the itch.

I reached out to push aside the green buds.

But my arm wasn’t long enough, it was just barely reaching there.

He was so itchy that he scratched his ears and cheeks and was very anxious.

So he twisted his lower limbs, put one hand on Zhiming's shoulder, leaned sideways to reach his ankle, and his feet moved around non-stop.

With a bang.

Wen Yuxi didn't care what he kicked, and continued to bend down and scratch it.

Zhiming's body suddenly stiffened, and he grabbed his hand, his eyes dark and his voice low and hoarse.

"Don't move."

Wen Yuxi's wrists were locked.

The itchy one was sweating all over his face, and anxiously tried to pry his brother's hand away: "My ankle is itchy, please let go, brother."

Zhiming put one arm around his waist and held Wen Yuxi's hand with the other and placed it on the side of his body.

He said slowly: "Don't move, I'll do it."

???

Wen Yuxi was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, he felt a large, cool hand slowly grasping his ankle.

A low, inquiring voice came from my ear: "But here?"

Zhiming's fingers stroked the skin on the side of his shin.

His fingers had fine lines on them, and it felt itchy when they touched him.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but let out an "ah" and suddenly straightened up.

When her eyes met Zhiming's handsome face, she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Ah, I'm too embarrassed to face anyone. The sound he made was so shameful.

Wen Yuxi buried her head in Zhiming's arms with a look of despair, acting like an ostrich for a while.

"I was just itchy."

Wen Yuxi struggled desperately and explained in a whisper.

"Ok, I know."

Senior brother's voice sounded seriously in his ears, and Wen Yuxi was so annoyed that he wanted to beat his chest and stamp his feet.

Let you think wildly!

Her slender fingers were placed on her ankle, and her thumb was pressing on the position he mentioned, massaging it again and again.

A cool feeling flowed down his ankles into Wen Yuxi's heart.

He was so comfortable that he forgot about his shame: "A little higher."

Someone who found it interesting was giving orders like a big boss.

"A little further up."

The cool hands moved half an inch upwards.

"here?"

There was a soft questioning voice above my head, and even the breath I exhaled was cool.

"No, a little further to the right."

Zhiming's hand moved a little further to the right.

"Yes, right here."

Zhiming's fingers seemed to have magic. Wen Yuxi felt all the muscles in her body relax in his arms.

His hands are also very well-behaved, like an AI, they hit wherever he points, very obediently.

Wen Yuxi was so happy that his eyelids started to droop, but he was still ordering people around.

"A little higher up, yes, towards the thigh."

The movement of his hands suddenly stopped.

Wen Yuxi urged impatiently: "Go on."

The hand hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved forward and massaged with moderate force.

Yes, I just wanted to relieve the itch.

After feeling comfortable, someone let himself go and directly asked his senior brother to give him a massage.

Zhiming is hardworking and never complains, and works hard without saying a word.

Wen Yuxi, on the other hand, would occasionally say a few words, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, sometimes a little down, sometimes a little up.

But Zhiming soon found out what kind of strength he liked, and Wen Yuxi kept silent.

"Wen Yuxi, you feel comfortable."

The spirit of the weapon sneered in its sea of ​​consciousness.

Wen Yuxi hung her hands on Zhiming's neck, stretched herself lazily, and sighed.

"I can't help it. You can't envy me. I'm lucky!"

The weapon spirit had a cold expression on its face and taunted him: "Don't forget my spiritual energy, humph!"

Wen Yuxi suddenly came to his senses!

The massage doesn’t feel good anymore, damn, I forgot about it.

This, this, this, how do I start this?

Zhiming saw him suddenly raise his head from his arms, his eyes open, and his soul had disappeared.

He asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yuxi stared at his cold white skin, handsome face, and worried eyes.

Too spineless to say it.

Otherwise, wait a little longer?

Wait until the vines are untied?

Anyway, the spirit of the weapon is not in a hurry!