[Quick Transmigration] His arsenic and my honey

When Shang Xiuyun opened his eyes again, it was already the second day, and the pain in his body was almost negligible.The surging internal force in the body no longer needs to be appeased, it rotates in the meridians according to its established trajectory.Compared with before being poisoned, his meridians are wider and tougher, which also shows that he can go further on the road of martial arts.

The width of a person's meridians is a given, and if there is no adventure, then this person's martial arts achievements are also a given.Otherwise, in martial arts, how could there be such a thing as qualifications.People who can often become a generation of strong people must have excellent martial arts aptitude and temperament.Of course, there will be some surprises.

The martial arts practiced by Yan Long is obviously exclusive to the protagonist, and he can expand his meridians all the time. That is to say, his martial arts journey is endless, and he is destined to be the favored son of heaven in this life.

He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the bed, and after the internal force circulated in his body for a few times, his originally weak body also gained some strength, but his cheeks were still pale without the slightest trace of blood.Seeing the burden placed on the table, Shang Xiuyun walked over.The bamboo tube inside was obviously the medicine he made, and there was even a poison that could threaten Yan Long's life.

Should it be that Yan Long is too confident in himself, or that he is too assured of Zhong Yun.Put these things within his reach?

Pull out the stool and sit in front of the table, open the plug of the bamboo tube, and smell the fresh air inside.Who would have known that this spice-like thing would be a deadly poison?

The sound of the door being pushed open, Shang Xiuyun raised his head subconsciously.I saw Yan Long walking in with a medicine bowl in his hand, and the medicinal fragrance emanating from it made him easily guess that it was a tonic for the body without any adulteration.

"When you wake up, drink the medicine." Yan Long said naturally, making people think that the two are very familiar.A pair of star-like eyes froze for a while on the medicine cartridge in Zhong Yun's hand, causing Shang Xiuyun to tighten his fingers involuntarily. "I'll ask someone to bring you some porcelain bottles in a while, it's not safe enough."

"Okay." Shang Xiuyun nodded, but it was only a single syllable, but it made Yan Long a little excited.The corners of the lips could not help but curl up a little, melting the frozen face.

Shang Xiuyun slightly lowered his head, stopped looking at him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart how good-looking the protagonist is.It's no wonder that so many beauties would jump on it one after another, even if it's a moth to the flame.Whether it is his status, wealth, martial arts, or appearance, they are all attractive weapons.When these are concentrated on one person, the effect is naturally incomparable.

Yan Long stretched out his hand, took out the cartridge containing the poison in Shang Xiuyun's hand, put the bamboo plug back on it and put it aside.Shang Xiuyun did not resist beyond his limits, seeing Yan Long take out an extremely soft silk handkerchief, wipe his fingers one by one, and then put the medicine bowl in his palm.Even though he hasn't drunk it yet, he can still see that the temperature of the liquid medicine inside is kept at the temperature with the best effect.

This appearance of Yan Long made him feel a little strange, and he felt a little hairy in his heart.He always felt that something bad was brewing, but he could only wait for the result, unable to resist.

Drink the liquid in the bowl little by little without wasting a single bit.Only by raising this body well can we be able to cope with some upcoming things.

"I asked the doctor. If you want to get better soon, you should go out more often to get some fresh air. Don't stay in the room all the time." Yan Long was very satisfied when he saw that he had finished drinking the tonic.The tenderness in the eyes can almost drown people in it.

From Shang Xiuyun's point of view, he felt more and more that he had malicious intentions.How can weasels be kind when they wish chickens New Year greetings?

"Yes." Shang Xiuyun stood up and opened the door.Yan Long picked up the porcelain bowl and handed it to the guard who didn't know how long he had been guarding the door.Following behind him step by step.The house he lived in was still the one before he left the villa, and the courtyard hadn't changed much.Among the exotic flowers and plants, there are many rare treasures that can be used for medicine.He had inadvertently taken a lot.

"During the time you left, the villa hasn't changed much. If you want to come out for a walk, you can come out at any time. If you want to leave the villa..." Yan Long couldn't help but paused, but quickly continued Go on, "We have to wait for you to take care of your health. There are still many people outside the villa looking for your news."

Shang Xiuyun naturally sensed his momentary pause and left the villa, probably because he didn't intend to let him leave.His eyes were lowered slightly, and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, making it impossible to see a trace of thoughts.

Yan Long just looked at him beside him, compared to the appearance in his memory.He lost a bit of the taste of holiness and compassion, a bit more of the indifference of foreign things that he didn't care about, and the arrogance and vigilance that seemed to penetrate into the soul.It seems that it is easier to approach than before, but in fact it is getting farther and farther away.

With his long hair, his already exquisite face is more and more eye-catching, and he does not know how many women will be obsessed... But, there will be no women who can stand by his side.

Seeing an attic in front of him from afar, Shang Xiuyun quickened his pace.Now his body is indeed not suitable for staying in the room all the time, but it is not suitable for too much exercise either.Proper stop and go is a good pastime.

As soon as he walked to the attic, he came into contact with a scorching gaze.He was very familiar with that gaze of undisguised hostility and jealousy.One of the four guardians of the Demon Sect, Han Wu.It's just that her state at this time is obviously not right.When he saw the person behind him, he still had a bit of fascination, but more of it was fear.

Seeing Han Wu, Yan Long couldn't help frowning.Thinking of what this woman thought of him and the possible threat to Zhong Yun, he sentenced her to death without hesitation in his heart.She is indeed very skilled, but there are quite a few people in the Devil's Cult who are skilled.Now, he absolutely cannot let Zhong Yun's misunderstanding of him deepen.

Shang Xiuyun didn't know that he had unintentionally decided the fate of another person. He glanced at the person opposite Hanwu, and being able to face Hanwu face to face naturally had a high status in the Demon Cult.He seems to have come to a place where he should not go.

Han Wu and the man opposite him saw Yan Long behind him and quickly got up. "Master!"

Shang Xiuyun stopped in his tracks, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, the man sitting opposite Han Wu made an invitation gesture and offered him his seat.The corners of her lips are slightly raised, which looks extra friendly.He looked more like a scholar than a demon disciple.Even his attire is that of a scholar. "Young man Zhong, please."

"Thank you." Shang Xiuyun nodded, it would be a little ugly to refuse at this time.Sitting in the position that the man just took, Yan Long naturally sat opposite him, in the position that Han Wu just took.

Tang Guanyu cleaned up the unfinished tea on the table with a wink, and handed it to the waiter at the side.He asked, "Master, do you want to have a good altar of Zhuyeqing?" Zhuyeqing is strong wine with a faint bamboo fragrance, which is very suitable for the occasion.

"Have someone make a pot of tea and bring it here." Yan Long frowned slightly and waved his hand.But he is quite satisfied with Tang Guanyu, the protector.Compared with Hanwu's enchanting and pride who often can't see her identity clearly.Tang Guanyu is very good at examining time and knowing when he should do what.

Tang Guanyu understood, and had a clearer understanding of the importance of Zhong Yun in the heart of his leader.He glanced contemptuously at Han Wu beside him.Perhaps, he will soon become the head of the four guardians of the Demon Cult.

Shang Xiuyun didn't care about the turbulent tide among the few people, looking at the scenery under the pavilion.When the refreshments were served, it was indeed a kind of enjoyment to enjoy the refreshments carefully prepared by the kitchen.

However, before he finished drinking a cup of tea, he saw a man in black running towards him at an extremely fast speed, obviously he had brought his lightness skills to the extreme.Following the breeze, he could already smell the faint smell of blood.Obviously, the man in black was attacked.Then the most likely thing is that the righteous people attacked the Demon Cult again.

"Master, Mu Linqing has brought those so-called martial arts up the mountain again." The man in black breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "And he also said, let us hand over the 'demon monk' Zhong Yun who was sentenced to Shaolin, let us Shaolin will deal with it according to temple rules."

"Absurd, I really think that I can teach them to squeeze flat and round persimmons. Since they can't see their position so clearly, I don't mind teaching it myself." Yan Long's lips curled up slightly, and the words The chill in his eyes was particularly obvious, and the indifference in his eyes made people feel chills involuntarily.

As if aware of his gaze, Yan Long turned his gaze to Zhong Yun. "Don't worry, it's just little Luoluo. I'll ask Tang Guanyu to take you back to rest, and you'll be back soon."

That soft voice and tender gaze, paired with those scarlet eyes, are a bit weird.But people can't help but believe his words.Watching Yan Long's figure drifting away, the emotions in Shang Xiuyun's eyes became more and more complicated.What did he want to plan on him, so he chose to protect him when he was most difficult?

Shang Xiuyun listened to the sound of fighting outside the window, and it even seemed to resound in his ears.Looking up at the bloody traces printed on the window, he leisurely played with the porcelain bottle in his hand.

Yan Long said that the porcelain vase prepared for him had been placed in his room after he returned.Various patterns, colorful and diverse, so that he can not be picky.When he is really nice to someone, I am afraid that few people can refuse.

The sun moves west from due south until it sets completely.The fighting sounds outside the window gradually stopped, and Shang Xiuyun finally let go of his finger on the porcelain bottle.He took off his coat and lay down on the bed to rest.

While he was in a daze, someone entered his room.The bloody aura on his body dispelled all his drowsiness.But he adjusted his breathing rate, as if he was asleep.

He couldn't hear any footsteps, he could only feel that he was gradually approaching the bed from the increasingly clear smell of blood.Then, he felt another person's temperature on his lips.Breathing intertwined, he opened his eyes in astonishment.

The four eyes met, and he instantly recognized the other party's identity.Yan Long? !