Rebirth: How to tease the leader of the Demon Cult

After settling these things, Shen Hanzhou and Shangguan Jinsa left the bedroom together.Duan Yange gently helped Mu Changfeng up, and put the pillow behind him to make him more comfortable.Then he brought the lotus seed porridge on the table and sat by the bed.He picked up a spoonful of it with a spoon and tested the temperature by himself before bringing it to Mu Changfeng's mouth.Mu Changfeng opened his mouth to swallow it very obediently, it seems that he is also very hungry.

The two of them spooned each other and drank it alone, and the atmosphere was considered harmonious, but after a while, the bottom of a bowl of porridge was exhausted.Duan Yange wiped Mu Changfeng's mouth with a handkerchief and asked, "Do you still want to drink?"

According to Mu Changfeng's past situation, he usually shook his head.Today was very abnormal, not only did not shake his head, but looked at him expectantly with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes.Duan Yange smiled in his heart, but said softly on his face: "Wait a while." Then he got up and handed the bowl to the servant at the door, asking him to fill a bowl.

It's not too far from the kitchen, and the servant's movements were quick, but within half a stick of incense, he brought back the lotus seed porridge.This time I also took some donkey-hide gelatin and red dates, saying it was to replenish Mu Changfeng's energy and blood.

Duan Yange nodded to him, took the tray, and fed Mu Changfeng one mouthful of porridge as before. Seeing that he looked tired, he took care of him to lie down: "If you are tired, sleep for a while, tonight There are still some to boil."

Mu Changfeng nodded, and said, "Go to sleep for a while, too."

The corners of Duan Yange's mouth curled up, and he gently brushed his forehead and said, "It's okay, I'll watch you here. My internal strength will recover quickly, so don't worry."

Mu Changfeng nodded, and slowly closed his eyes.Duan Yange turned around and lit the soothing incense in the censer, and sat on the chair by the window to flip through the book at will.It wasn't long before he heard a slight groan from the person on the bed.Immediately turned the book upside down on the table, ran to the bed in a hurry, and called softly: "Chang Feng."

Mu Changfeng slowly opened his eyes and said softly, "It's so itchy."

Duan Yange knew that this was the beginning, and quickly sat on the side of the bed, held Mu Changfeng's hand and said, "Be patient, bear it, and it will pass."

Mu Changfeng nodded lightly, squeezed Duan Yange's palm and said, "I know."

But Mu Changfeng couldn't help frowning again and again due to the increasingly heavy swollen feeling. The itchy feeling didn't mean to stop at all. It could only get worse every hour. Duan Yange was so anxious that he asked Shen Hanzhou if he could You can click his sleeping hole to avoid pain.But the answer is no, the removal of the Kuixin powder must be done with a clear mind, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

Mu Changfeng immediately said, "I can bear it."

Duan Yange looked at him sweating profusely and the corners of his eyes were slightly wet, and felt distressed. He wished he could replace him with his own body. Unfortunately, all he could do was talk to Mu Changfeng and try to ease his pain.Mu Changfeng had difficulty swallowing at this moment, and he was now wholeheartedly fighting against this painful itching and numbness.But how can I stand it without eating?

Duan Yange had no choice but to ask the kitchen to make some nourishing liquid food, and fed it mouthful by himself.The concentric Gu between the two of them had been completely unraveled, so there was no need to worry about these anymore, Duan Yange did it boldly, and Mu Changfeng had no intention of refusing.

Under all kinds of suffering, five hours passed slowly, and Duan Yange felt that these five hours were longer than ten years.Mu Changfeng couldn't bear this feeling any more, he took Duan Yange's hand and said intermittently, "Hurry up...use...a rope...to tie my hands...I can't take it anymore."

Although Duan Yange was very distressed, he was afraid that the rope would hurt Mu Changfeng's wrist, but he knew that if the silver needle fell off, the consequences would be even more unimaginable.With a slight twist in his heart, he turned around and fetched the veil, which was much better than the rope.He tied Mu Changfeng's wrists hard, because he was afraid that he would touch the silver needle if he tied it in front of his body, so Duan Yange could only choose to tie his hands behind his back before tying them up.

In this way, Mu Changfeng could only lie on a half-recumbent position. Sitting up directly might cause the silver needle to fall off, and sleeping on his side was afraid that the silver needle would touch the bed.This was even more of a challenge. Mu Changfeng was already weak, and his whole body was weak. Such a half-lying movement required a lot of abdominal strength, so he could only grit his teeth and stand upright.

I don't know how long it has passed, but at least the sky has darkened. Duan Yange turned on the lamp, and the room became much brighter instantly.He took the food brought by the servant and fed it to Mu Changfeng mouthful like noon, and it was finally eight hours later.The itching seemed to have subsided a bit, and Mu Changfeng's expression was not as painful as before. Duan Yange helped him remove the veil, and there was a scarlet scar on his white wrist, which was bleeding because of too much wear.

Duan Yange was very distressed, but he had no choice but to take the wound medicine immediately and wipe it on him carefully.Mu Changfeng just smiled and said nothing. I don't know how many times he has suffered such a small wound since he was a child. He has never been treated so tenderly.In those days, his wounds were just casually smeared with some wound medicine, and only when the wound was on his back and there was really nothing he could do, would someone come and apply medicine for him.It's just that at that time, he was just the unfavored son of the leader of Qianjue Sect.Even if he is already the only successor, there are still some people who don't take him seriously.

Thinking of those days, and seeing the way Duan Yange lowered his head and gently wiped the wound medicine for him at this moment, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Mu Changfeng's mouth.He lied to Duan Yange, and then Duan Yange and his tough posture entered his life.He entered his heart little by little with the tenderness that he devoted all his heart to. Today, he can no longer refuse such a person.An idea suddenly came to mind, it seems that it is not a bad thing to spend a lifetime with this person.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing Mu Changfeng looking at himself with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Duan Yange asked with a smile, "Do you think I'm someone worth entrusting to you for life?"

"Yeah." At this moment, the itching feeling is gone, and the pain that Shen Hanzhou mentioned has not hit yet. At this moment, Mu Changfeng is the happiest in the past eight hours, and his mood has improved: " The woman who marries you will be very happy."

The corners of Duan Yange's raised mouth sank in an instant. Although the movements of his hands were still gentle, his expression told Mu Changfeng that he was angry, and very angry.

"Okay," Mu Changfeng touched the back of Duan Yange's hand, "I was just joking."

How could Duan Yange really blame him, but after hearing those words, he really didn't feel good. Hearing Mu Changfeng's submissive words and looking up at his pale face, naturally he couldn't bear to show a cold face anymore.

Sighing slightly, Duan Yange gently stroked Mu Changfeng's cheek: "Don't talk nonsense in the future, I don't want anyone in this life except you."

Mu Changfeng turned his eyes away, looking at the pattern of mandarin ducks embroidered with gold silk under his body, he didn't know what he was thinking, but his pale face just now was slightly flushed now.

After the medicine was ready, Duan Yange fed him another bowl of lotus seed soup before helping him to lie down. It was almost nine hours, and the most difficult time was coming.Duan Yange always looked at Mu Changfeng with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Time passed slowly, and Mu Changfeng's brows that had just been relaxed just now began to wrinkle slightly again. Duan Yange knew that he was starting to hurt.But after a stick of incense, thin sweat appeared on Mu Changfeng's forehead, and Duan Yange immediately put on a warm handkerchief to wipe his sweat.But it was of no avail to Mu Changfeng, he was already sweating more and more, because of the silver needles, his middle coat was only loosely tied with a belt, and his fair chest was exposed.At this moment, sweat was dripping from his white chest, and Duan Yange could clearly see his chest heaving faster and faster.I know it hurts a lot for him.

Not wanting to tie his hands with the veil anymore, Duan Yange had no choice but to press his hands down himself, afraid of touching the silver needles, Duan Yange's gestures were pressed on both sides, so that his body was almost suspended in the air.The two of them suffered together, and when Mu Changfeng's tightly frowned brows slowly eased, it was already two hours later.

At this time, Yange realized that he was also sweating.At the last moment, Mu Changfeng obviously didn't want Duan Yange to behave like this again, so he insisted on letting Duan Yange tie his hands.Duan Yange refused, and Mu Changfeng said, "Being held down by you is more uncomfortable than being tied up with a rope."

Because it was difficult to tell the truth from what he said, Duan Yange could only believe it, and continued to bring a veil to help him bind his hands, but he couldn't bear to see the red marks on his white wrists.Finally he closed his eyes and tied his hands as loosely as possible.

"How can I be so delicate." Mu Changfeng couldn't help laughing: "When I was a child, I was hung from the beam with my hands tied for a day and a night. At that time, it was still made of coarse hemp rope, so how comfortable is this veil."

Duan Yange felt even more distressed when he heard the words, he stroked Mu Changfeng's face and said, "I just wish I didn't meet you sooner."

"It's a good thing you didn't meet me sooner." Mu Changfeng raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise I wouldn't be the leader of this Thousand Jue Sect."

"You like it very much?" Duan Yange asked.

"Of course." Mu Changfeng's eyes were frank and arrogant, "Why don't you like it? With power, those who have hurt me and harmed me can crawl under my feet; with power, we Only then can your decent people be terrified; with power, I can be famous all over the world, even if it is notorious or notorious, it is much better than being mediocre and unknown."

Duan Yange looked at him, and suddenly remembered that when he first went to Qianjuejiao, Mu Changfeng was standing on the top of Qianjue Peak, wearing a red dress that was blown by the wind, and there was a look of contempt in his eyes. , belongs to the aura of a king, and yearns for a life of ups and downs, which may be the most suitable life for Mu Changfeng.

"So, did you ever think about attacking the Central Plains?" Duan Yange asked, his tone softened a bit: "But now that you have met me, I will not allow you to have such thoughts again."

The author has something to say: Leader: You can eat it when your daughter-in-law recovers.

The leader is peerless and easy to attack, well, I believe him.

We will be together soon, and then reach the great harmony of life^_^