Vicious female supporting role, gender male

After all, Jiang Wuqi still noticed it.

Feng Rugui felt his heart tremble suddenly, and the left hand that was close to Jiang Wuqi's fingertips seemed to be on fire, and it was unbearably hot.

He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Wuqi, and there was a hint of charm floating in his eyes.

He pursed his lips, and at the same time flipped his palm over, holding Jiang Wuqi's hand instead, and then unscrupulously sneaked into the sleeve of the old Taoist robe, caressing the soft texture hidden inside it.

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Wuqi was stunned, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Feng Rugui quickly tightened his hand the moment he realized his intention.

Feng Rugui's body temperature was much lower than his, and the shiny fingertips covered his forearm, which was as cool as jade, very comfortable in this scorching summer.

Suddenly, he felt that the skin on his forearm was slightly moist, and when he looked down, there was a deep red stain from the inner side of his Taoist robe.

He couldn't figure out Feng Rugui's thoughts, and he was afraid of accidentally hurting Feng Rugui, so he simply let Feng Rugui go.

"What am I going to do?" Feng Rugui didn't know what he wanted to do at all. Hearing this, he murmured, and suddenly let go of Jiang Wuqi's hand as if he had been burned.

His eyes were in a daze, and his eyes suddenly fell on Jiang Wuqi's clothes, and he saw clearly the bright red dots on it.

He immediately grabbed some of Jiang Wuqi's clothes, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I made your robe dirty."

"It doesn't matter if the Taoist robe is dirty or not." Jiang Wuqi stared at Feng Rugui's eyes, this Feng Rugui didn't care about the wound on his palm, and there was no pain in his eyes, on the contrary, he was full of apology to himself , is he really not afraid of pain?Or is it because of some other reason that the pain cannot be felt?

When he thought about it, Feng Rugui had already walked ahead, and what happened just now seemed to be just Jiang Wuqi's hallucination.

Jiang Wuqi caught up to Feng Rugui, and asked again: "Feng Rugui, why did you hurt yourself again?"

Feng Rugui turned his head sideways, looked sideways at Jiang Wuqi's concerned eyebrows, and said with a sweet smile: "Because I want the Taoist priest to bandage me again."

Jiang Wuqi was afraid that Feng Rugui's grueling addiction would come back again, and he hurt his palms again after desperately enduring, so he insisted on getting the answer. Unexpectedly, Feng Rugui's answer was not what he expected at all. .

He frowned: "If you want Pindao to bandage you again, you can just speak up, why hurt yourself?"

"Master Daoist, you are really a kind person." Feng Rugui's words contained sarcasm, but Jiang Wuqi didn't understand it, but he didn't mind, instead he showed a gentle smile: "Pin Dao is holding a girl right now, so it is inconvenient to bandage you, this girl You are seriously injured, we have to go back to the city quickly, your wound is not deep, so don’t stick your fingertips in it again, when you get back to the city, can Pindao bandage it up for you?”

The sweet smile on Feng Rugui's face faded away, but he replied irrelevantly: "It's up to you."

The two of them had no more words, and hurried to the city in silence.

This time, due to the fact that there is a strange living thing appearing in the spring city river today, the curfew has been enforced since dusk. Therefore, when the two of them arrived at the city gate, although the sky was not yet dark, the city gate was already tightly closed. .

Feng Rugui lowered his voice and said, "I'm afraid it's curfew, we won't be able to enter the city gate, so we have to use our body skills to climb over the city wall."

Jiang Wuqi nodded and said, "There are guards at the city gate, we..."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, a gust of dark wind suddenly rose, and rushed to the two guards on the city gate, surrounding them. The two guards were suddenly covered with cold and trembling, and had no time to pay attention to the movement below the city.

——It was Feng Rugui who summoned Yin Feng to distract the guards.

Feng Rugui was dressed in red, and crossed the city wall in the blink of an eye. After drawing a beautiful arc in the air, he was submerged in the gradually thickening night.

When Jiang Wuqi landed steadily in the city, he couldn't find Feng Rugui, he looked around, and finally saw some red clothes from a long and narrow alley.

Feng Rugui was leaning against the wall, when he saw Jiang Wuqi, he pointed to a shadow in the corner of the wall and said: "There is a severed wrist there."

There are no stars and moons now, and Jiang Wuqi has very good eyesight, so he can take a closer look at the severed wrist lying on the bluestone slab.

The severed wrist was broken at the same level, the knuckles were thick and short, the skin was rough and cracked, and there were no wrinkles. Judging from this, it should belong to an adult man.

Feng Rugui grabbed the severed wrist and looked closely, sniffed lightly for a while, and then said: "The time when this severed wrist was severed should be today's Shen time."

Shen Shi, that was an hour ago.

There was no curfew an hour ago, and the sky was broad daylight, so why did the murderer throw away the severed wrist here, so he wasn't afraid of being discovered?Or did the murderer do this on purpose in order to be discovered?

Jiang Wuqi thought about this, and suddenly realized something, his mind suddenly tensed, he immediately stretched out his hand, and patted Feng Rugui's severed wrist vigorously.

The severed wrist hit the bluestone board immediately, making a blunt sound, and then rolled away, until it touched the mossy corner of the wall before calming down.

"It hurts so much." Feng Rugui glanced at the back of his red hand, looked up at Jiang Wuqi with aggrieved eyes, and complained, "Jiang Wuqi, you hurt me."

This Feng Rugui never complained of pain, even if he was injured, he would only answer "it really doesn't hurt", why now he accuses him of hurting it with an aggrieved look?

Is it really painful?Could it be that his palm just now touched the wound in Feng Rugui's palm?

"I'm sorry, does it hurt?" Jiang Wuqi lightly stroked the back of Feng Rugui's hand, "It's all Pindao's fault."

Feng Rugui withdrew his hand, and said straightforwardly: "It is indeed your fault, you have to make it up to me."

Jiang Wuqi asked, "How do you want to compensate the poor?"

"I'll let you owe me the compensation first." Feng Rugui pointed to an inn not far away, and said calmly, "This woman's origin is unknown, and her injury is not yet known. It's too eye-catching for us to take her to the tip. If it brings trouble, I'll go there first."

Feng Rugui stepped into the Spring City Inn, asked for two upper rooms, and was warmly led into the room by the younger brother.

The room was facing the narrow alley. After the second brother left, he closed the door, opened the window, and poured himself a cup of tea. The tea almost wet his bright red lips, and Jiang Wuqi hugged him The woman entered the room.