How to break into a demon leader?

Every time I saw Mo Zhan, Mo Zhan would hug him, and he would resist at first, but his little struggle didn't even stir up any ripples, and then disappeared.Yang Ye was desperate to find that he was getting used to it. If there was some strange smell in the air that caught his attention, "Why does it smell like blood?"

Yang Ye was sure that he was not injured, and that was the one next to him.

"You are hurt?"

Mo Zhan hugged Yang Ye who was about to get up, "A little injury, just hold it for a while and it will be fine."

Yang Ye choked speechlessly. Does this mean he is treating him as a human-shaped pillow with the functions of sleeping, sachet and healing?

"Then take some medicine to stop the bleeding first." Yang Ye found a wound on his arm, the sleeve was cut, and blood flowed out from the wound, because it was black, even if it was bleeding, he couldn't tell it was bloody. The taste cannot be concealed.

This time Mo Zhan didn't stop him, watching Yang Ye get up and light the oil lamp, fetch a basin of warm water and put it in front of the bed, exuding a little bit of heat.

"Sit up." Yang Ye took out Song Bai's wound medicine from the bag, and asked the waiter for a pair of scissors. He carefully cut off the fabric near the wound, "The wound is so big, you're actually in a good mood to talk to me."

The wound on the arm was 2 inches long. Yang Ye cleaned the wound with a clean cotton cloth dampened with water, "If it hurts, bear it."

Such a small injury is nothing to Mo Zhan. Compared with his own illness, this little pain is almost negligible.He didn't explain, but just quietly watched Yang Ye deal with the wound with a serious face.

After a while, when he was applying medicine to the wound, Mo Zhan couldn't help teasing him, "Hiss, it hurts."

Yang Ye concentrated all his energy on his wound. Hearing this, he coaxed him gently, "I'll blow it to you and it won't hurt anymore. Just bear with it."

"It still hurts."

"Now that you know it hurts, what did you do?" Yang Ye moved more gently.

"It hurts so much, I can't bear it."

"Then what do you say?" Yang Ye was quite speechless. Fortunately, he was still a master of martial arts, so he couldn't bear the pain.

Yang Ye's jaw was suddenly pinched and raised, and then his lips felt a touch of coldness, and the cold touch made people tremble in the heart.The lips rubbed against each other, and the warmth spread, and the next moment, his lips were pried open, and a slight coldness invaded him.

He was stunned, a strange feeling filled his chest, an inexplicable excitement trembled from his soul, he instinctively wanted more.Yang Ye tightly grasped the opponent's arm, and his response instantly ignited the opponent, and the two sides began to plunder and entangle each other.

The window of the room was open, the night wind blew the candlelight, the flame flickered, and the shadows of the two overlapped and intertwined and blurred together.

Once the other party's lips left, Yang Ye couldn't help entangled them. When he became conscious again, the positions between him and Mo Zhan had changed a lot.

Mo Zhan's hairpin was pulled away, his long hair was disheveled, and he wrapped his arms around his waist, supporting his body.

Yang Ye straddled Mo Zhan's body, inserted his five fingers into Mo Zhan's fine black hair, and pressed his head against him, with their lips still sticking together.With the rapid breathing and the lips touching from time to time, Yang Ye's eyes were blurred, obviously he has not recovered from the kiss just now,

It was obviously not started by him, but he not only responded later, but also took the initiative to stick his tongue into...

If I remember correctly, he was the one who pulled out Mo Zhan’s hairpin, and he also untied Mo Zhan’s clothes. What is even more speechless is that one of his hands was still inserted into Mo Zhan’s clothes. On firm abs.

The scene was so embarrassing that Yang Ye had to close his eyes and pretend to be dead.

"Get up first." Mo Zhan's voice was deep and hoarse, not tempting.

Yang Ye's blushing face turned even redder because of embarrassment, and more because he actually wanted to continue. When did he become dissatisfied with his desire?

"So reluctant to part with me? Am I easy to touch?"

Mo Zhan's scorching breath surrounded him, his heartbeat became faster and faster, Yang Ye's face became hotter and hotter, just when it was getting harder and harder for him to control himself, he bit the tip of his tongue, the pain made his brain clearer .

Getting up from Mo Zhan, Yang Ye lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him.

He covered his eyes, why did he lose control?

His hands were wet, and Yang Ye realized that his hands were covered with blood. This was the wound where he accidentally held Mo Zhan when he was forgetting his feelings.It was originally a simple treatment, but how did it develop into this in the end? Is it because I have been single for too long and my body is too hungry?

"I didn't expect you to be such a beast that you wouldn't even let the wounded go."

He spoke teasing words in his mouth, and his tone was the same as usual, but at this moment, Mo Zhan's eyes were deep, so dark that they couldn't be opened.

"Obviously you were the one who was rude to me first, you deal with the wound yourself."

The word beast made Yang Ye's head lower.

"I took advantage and ran away. As expected, I got out of bed and put on my pants. I didn't admit it. Just now, I was pestering me passionately. I turned around and thought it was the yellow flower of yesterday. It's really ruthless." Be a heartbreaker.

"You...don't talk nonsense," what does it mean to wear pants and not admit it?He never took it off, did he?It's like what happened to them.

Mo Zhan stuffed the wound medicine into his hand, but Yang Ye didn't refuse. This time applying the medicine was even more embarrassing than before. Under Mo Zhan's gaze, the blush all the way down his neck, thank you for him Now the poisoning is as black as a block of carbon, and I can't see my blush.

The wound was more serious than before. The wound that had stopped bleeding opened again. Yang Ye couldn't face it. Was it his own doing?It's kind of... beastly.

The difficult and long period of taking medicine is finally over.

"It was your first kiss just now?" Mo Zhan asked after finishing his clothes.

Yang Ye, who was washing his hands, almost knocked over the basin, "Of course not."

"Then I'm at a loss again." Mo Zhan pulled his arm, his face full of displeasure, "Who is that person?"

His hands were strong, and his arms hurt a little. Yang Ye was very helpless. Didn't he take away his first kiss?Before he could answer, he heard Mo Zhan continue: "No matter who you were in the past, don't think about it in the future."

Knowing that this kid might be so enthusiastic towards others, Mo Zhan couldn't help but kill that person.

That night Yang Ye rolled over fifty times on the bed, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

When he rolled over again, the little gray pigeon who had been listening for a long time couldn't bear it anymore and gave him a wing, and Yang Ye finally calmed down.

Why a wing instead of a paw?

This person smells like the master, so he dare not.

The next day, Yang Ye was in a daze. Song Bai and the others thought he was worried about his poisoning, so they comforted him well and took him to a big meal.In the present of delicious food, beauty and so on will be forgotten.

Yang Ye, who was full of food, touched his chubby belly, and took the little gray pigeon with the same bulging belly to go for a walk to digest food.

When passing by a courtyard, an arrogant voice stopped him. Not far away, two groups of people were confronting each other. On one side were eight strong and strong men, who looked aggressive and hostile; on the other side, one of them was sitting On the wheel ride, it should be that his legs and feet are inconvenient. Standing beside him is a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

The two looked clearly at a disadvantage.

"I thought how capable you are, aren't you just a cripple?" A burly man in his 30s spit at the person in front of him. I want you to look good."

"My master is also a rough man like you, who sent you here?" The boy who was twelve or three years old was not taller than a big man's shoulders, but his tone was not small, "As long as you say it, I will reluctantly interrupt your conversation." Your legs, blind your eyes, and save your life."

Those words were very arrogant, and none of the tall and burly eight people took the young man's words to heart, "Little devil, is the hair in the crotch all grown? If you are so big, you are not afraid of blowing yourself up."

Everyone laughed loudly, and the young man laughed too, with a sinister and terrifying laugh, before he could make a move.

A string of firecrackers was thrown over and exploded between the people and horses on both sides. The dust flew up and the sound of firecrackers continued. There was chaos for a while. When the dust settled and the smoke cleared, the big men realized that the two men had disappeared.

"Brother, they are gone, it's not easy to explain to the boss."

"A team of two or two, spread out and look for things. We must get the things today." The one who spoke first spat out, and everyone scattered to look for them.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Yang Ye pulled the boy and pushed the wheelchair out of the narrow alley. Everything went smoothly.

"I said, who are you? Don't touch my master." The young man snatched the wheelchair like a little leopard whose hair was fried.

"I was just pushing the wheelchair, and I didn't touch your master." Yang Ye was innocent, "At any rate, I also saved you from the bad guys."

"You don't look like a nice guy either."

"I don't look like a good person?" Yang Ye asked back.

"You are so dark."

Yang Ye's face was covered with black lines, and his already dark face became even darker.

People are hard to tear down, and he is not willing to be black, let alone judge a person's good or bad by his black face!

"The wheelchair is also my master's, you can't touch it." The young man looked coldly, his tone was still very bad, "Who wants you to save me, only those bastards can hurt me? It's because you are meddling, otherwise I will know now Who is going to kill the master."

It's hard to be a good person, and Yang Ye didn't plan to pester them, he planned to leave after sending them out of the alley.

"Cuckoo"

The little gray pigeon stood up at this time, staring at the young man with his head held high, dissatisfied that his host was being bullied.

Anyway, it has been raised for so long.

"This is..." The boy realized that there was a gray pigeon standing on Yang Ye's shoulder, his pupils dilated suddenly, and he pointed at the little gray pigeon with an expression of disbelief.

Yang Ye smoothed the little gray pigeon, and the little thing rubbed his fingers comfortably, with a smile on his lips, "This is my little gray pigeon. Although I have a dark face, I am definitely not a bad person. I am black because I am poisoned."

This explanation not only didn't change the young man's opinion of him, but the young man showed such an expression, "I knew that the idea of ​​saving my master was not the same as that group of people."

Seeing that the young man was about to attack, Yang Ye was so angry that he quickly backed away.

At this moment, the man who had been sitting quietly in the wheelchair finally spoke, "Ah Yue, don't be rude."

That voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, cool and smooth, it was obviously a very gentle sentence, but it made Yang Ye's heart beat like a drum, and he was involuntarily attracted.

The moment the man raised his head, Yang Ye's breathing was stagnant, and all the colors around him faded away, only the man in front of him was the only color in the world, lighting up the light in the world and illuminating everything.

At that moment, Yang Ye knew that love at first sight really existed in this world.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Master Shigu: I didn't expect you to fall in love with me at first sight

Leader Yang: I only hate that I was blind back then, knowing people and faces but not my heart. Is it too late to regret it now?

Master Shigu: hold the finger and drag the child away.