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In the depths of the bamboo forest there is a stream with no source and no end, and they have to come here with saponins to wash their clothes.

Long An sat on a rock and rubbed his clothes hard.However, he was a little strange: "Fenghe, didn't I do the laundry today? Why do you insist on doing it yourself?"

Feng He's ears were a little red: "Wash it if you want." I don't know who came here first this morning, which made him want to wash his obscene pants.

Long An saw that he didn't seem to like to talk to him, so he didn't say much, humming an unknown song while washing clothes.But he couldn't bear the silence, and said again: "The God Realm has gradually been restored, and the area has expanded a lot. Yuan Zhao said that he is going to plant a peach grove."

"We don't know when we will be able to leave the God Realm. If we only rely on the supplies of mortals, it will not be safe."

"Oh." Long An said somewhat expectantly: "But he said he wanted to make peach wine. Is the peach wine delicious?"

Fenghe: "...If you want to drink, ask Yuanzhao, but the mortal gave him a lot of wine."

Long An: "I just want to know what he can't do. He can cook, wash clothes, wash dishes, clean...and make wine." He counted a lot with his fingers, and finally said with emotion: "I always thought that emperors were all golden branches and jade leaves, but I didn't expect Yuanzhao to be not."

Fenghe: "I can't see through him. The first day is like stagnant water, but the second day you can joke with Teng Snake. It makes me a little worried."

Long An: "Doesn't he look good?"

Feng He gave a rare sigh: "That's just 'look'. Silly dragon, you are too dull."

Long An: "... Who are you calling stupid, old Phoenix?!"

Feng He raised sharp eyebrows and eyes: "What, fight?"

Long An rolled up his sleeves again, revealing his toned arms.He said: "Who is afraid of whom! My dragon bloodline is only a few days away from being fully activated!"

Feng He was taken aback for a moment, the corners of his eyes held back a little smile, and he said, "Let's fight."

Suddenly, Fenghe's figure flickered!

Long An immediately caught him: "Hey, old Fenghuang, are you poisoned again?!"

Feng He's face was pale, and he spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood, which dyed Long An's light blue skirt dark red.

Long An: "..." Well, I have to do some laundry again.He habitually slashed his wrist, handed the golden-red blood to Fenghe's mouth, and said, "Drink."

This time, the poison had been lurking for a long time, and suddenly the poison broke out, almost taking away all the strength in Feng He's body!Even now, he is hanging on Long An's body.

Long An looked at the blood dripping with distress, and said, "Drink it quickly."

Feng He moved his lips several times, and finally said weakly: "I have no strength."

"Ah?" Long An looked around, but didn't see any container to hold blood and feed it to the "weak" Feng He to drink slowly.

Fenghe's eyes turned black for a while, and he spat out another mouthful of poisonous blood.In a blur of consciousness, it seemed that something stroked his lips, and after that, his chin was lifted, and a mouthful of blood flowed into his mouth along the hot tongue!

Feng He's mind became clear in an instant, he could see clearly, Long An closed his eyes, the eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, crashing into his heart one by one.

Long An supported Feng He's limp body with one hand, pinched his chin with the other, and passed the blood to make sure he had finished drinking before quitting.He also fed the medicine in this way before seeing Yuanzhao, and he didn't think there was anything wrong.He looked at Fenghe and asked, "Are you all right?"

Feng He felt the blood rushing to his face all over his body: "Okay, okay..." No, he immediately changed the subject: "No."

Long An had no doubts.

Feng He watched him put the honey-colored wrist to his lips to suck, his cheeks puffed up a little, then he focused on his own lips, printed it lightly, and then pried open his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and passed the blood over.

Feng He boldly licked the tip of his tongue.

Long An's body froze, but he still didn't back out. After making sure that the blood would not be spit out, he separated from Feng He.Long An felt that something was wrong with him, didn't he just give him some medicine, why did he feel so strange?

Yuan Zhao, who happened to pass by in the bamboo forest, was amazed, wow, did Long An take the initiative? !This kid is a plastic talent.He didn't look much, and walked away to the distance with the peach sapling in his arms.Don't ask the prince why he put peach saplings in the storage bag, he doesn't know either.

Long An let go of Feng He, helped him stand up, and then bent down and washed his blood-stained hands in the stream.

Feng He's heartbeat kept beating, and he asked, "What did you just wipe my mouth with?"

Without turning his head, Long An answered naturally, "Hands." Otherwise, use the washed clothes?

Feng He touched his lips, then realized what he was doing, immediately put his hands behind his back, and responded indiscriminately.

Long An looked back at him: "Aren't you taking off your clothes?"

Take off, take off what clothes? !The phoenix and the long orange-red hair fluttered in the wind, like a blushing cloud.

Seeing Fenghe standing still like a straight long knife, Long An looked at him suspiciously: "Do you really like washing your own clothes?"

Feng He looked down, only to find that the front of his clothes had been stained with poisonous blood.Looking up, he saw that Long An had already taken off his outer robe. In late spring, the climate was warm, and he was wearing thin clothes with only a white middle coat inside.

Feng He seemed to be able to see his looming abdominal muscles through his shirt.He immediately took off his outer robe without changing his expression, threw it into Long An's arms, and said, "You are the one to wash today."

Long An took it, threw the robe into the almost empty tub, and resigned himself to washing the clothes.

Feng He stared intently at him washing his clothes seriously, feeling an inexplicable shame in his heart, but he couldn't bear to look away.

When did you have this feeling?

In the beginning, after his whole family was arrested, Long An carried himself on his back.At that time, he thought, this man's back is so comfortable.

Later, lying on the bed, I saw Long An's expression came alive, with pure eyes.He has lived for tens of thousands of years, and has become alienated and numb to this world.But seeing that look after a long time, he was very envious.

During the fight, Long An's viciousness of "If you can't beat me, I will fight again" made him look sideways.

After that……

Feng He immediately forced himself to stop thinking, and then Long An's vivid and clean smile came into his eyes.It was so tempting, Feng He couldn't help but secretly sighed.

Long An picked up the wooden tub filled with clean clothes, and thought, I've finished these clothes.With a happy expression, he said: "Old Fenghuang, why are you in a daze, you're going home."

Long An didn't know which words he said to please Feng He, but Feng He, who was always fond of ridicule and sneer, actually raised the corners of his lips and gave him a shallow smile.

A gust of wind blows the phoenix and orange-red hair, softening those sharp eyebrows and eyes.There seemed to be shimmering waves in the depths of Feng He's eyes, as if a thin layer of sunlight had been sprinkled on the smooth jade in the stream, and the water was shining.

Long An: "..." What's the matter with being a little good-looking? !For some reason, he coughed and didn't dare to take another look, as if something would happen if he took one more look.He pretended to be impatient and said, "Go back!"

"Go home." Feng He and Long An leisurely went back to the small courtyard in the bamboo forest with their hands behind their backs.

After a few days, Long An was very surprised: Why is the old Phoenix so changeable these days?Laugh at yourself for a while, and talk sarcasticly at yourself for a while, too much has changed, right? !

He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Feng He was really quarreled by him, so he said wearily: "Don't turn it over!"

Long An didn't listen and continued to flip through.

Feng He covered his head, and after a while, he said, "It's too noisy!"

Long An casually found an excuse: "The bed is uncomfortable!"

Feng He was so quarreled by him that he said in a fit of anger, "Then you come to sleep on my bed!" Immediately, he realized what he said, and he became sober.

Long An: "..." I have to finish the excuse I made while crying.So he hugged the quilt and got into Fenghe's bed.

Feng He: "..." He really came up...

Long An didn't dare to act presumptuously on someone else's bed, and stopped turning over.He smelled new saponins.

Oh, Fenghe seems to have replaced a new piece of saponin today, and the taste is quite pleasant.Long An lay on Feng He's bed, and fell asleep very quickly.

Feng He: "..." Long An unexpectedly just fell asleep.However, Feng He looked at his sleeping face by the moonlight, and was inexplicably a little happy.

Tonight, it was a good dream.

However, Fenghe was woken up again in his sleep.He covered his head with the quilt irritably, and said in a muffled voice, "What are you doing?"

Long An pushed Feng He, and Feng He let out a "tsk", resisting the thought of knocking his head, turned over and continued to sleep.

Long An pulled Fenghe's quilt.

Feng He really couldn't stand him, so he lifted the quilt covering his head, and shouted: "Are you going to sleep?" But when Feng He opened his eyes and saw a face that was close to Chi Chijun, he thought, he couldn't fall asleep. .

Extremely helpless, Feng He opened his hand pulling his quilt: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Uncomfortable."

Feng He: "..." His face was a little hot.

Long An came over, and the space between the two of them was instantly cramped.Long An said: "Help me."

Like the intimate whisper of a demon.

Feng He bit his lip, hesitated for a while, and touched himself with one hand!He was agitated, and wanted to scold Long An for what he was doing, so he heard him say: "Help each other." His breath gently brushed his cheeks, warm and itchy.

It's not that Fenghe didn't respond, after hearing this, he let him decide.Feng He said comfortably, then help each other, you like me anyway.

The early morning light is warm and harmonious, which is very gratifying.

Today's breakfast is the noodle soup that Yuan Zhao called "Yangchun Noodles".

Long An felt that his desire to eat all over the country would come true here in Yuanzhao.

When Yuan Zhao heard what he said, he laughed and said, "I'm not that good, I just know how to cook some home-cooked dishes."

But Long An changed the subject: "Yuan Zhao, my bed is not comfortable, please change it for me." It's not that it's uncomfortable, it's just that excuse, so it has to be completely corrected.Otherwise, he really has to go to Old Phoenix to sleep every day?

No, he was afraid that Old Fenghuang would beat him up while he was asleep.

Feng He frowned slightly.

Yuan Zhao looked at the two of them, and after a while, said meaningfully: "Okay."

Today Long An came back from the stream, finished drying his clothes, was admiring the fluttering robes, feeling how great the fruits of his labor were, when Feng He beside him suddenly became ill!

Long An helped the weak-footed Feng He back to the room to lie down, cut off his wrist, put his hand to Feng He's mouth, and said, "Drink."

Feng He glanced at him with a pale face, lowered his eyes and said, "I have no strength."

Long An blinked: "Then you wait."

Feng He closed his eyes expectantly, and raised his chin slightly.But he heard the sound of trotting footsteps, he opened his eyes in doubt, and the man who was going to feed him blood disappeared!

Feng He couldn't help but turn dark.

But Long An came back soon, Feng He looked at him with a slightly relaxed expression, as if accusing him of where he went.

Long An came in with a bowl. He sat on the side of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of dragon's blood, and said, "Here."

This will be in the small courtyard in the bamboo forest, and there are bowls and dishes nearby, which can be used to fill up the dragon's blood for Feng He to drink slowly.Long An was lamenting his wit, but he saw Feng He's complexion was suddenly extremely gloomy.

Long An was puzzled, and passed the spoon: "Old Phoenix?"

Feng He snatched Wan from his hand, rolled his sexy Adam's apple, drank the blood in one gulp, then threw the bowl back to Long An, turned his back to him, covered his head and said, "Take it!"

Long An scratched his head in doubt, thinking, didn't he say he had no strength?How strange.

He stood for a while, thinking about it, could it be that Fenghe couldn't wait to get rid of the poison, but he didn't break through for a long time, and wanted to urge him but couldn't hold back, that's why it's so strange?

He clapped his palms and sighed, thinking that he was really smart.

Therefore, Long An said: "Old Phoenix, there is good news. I will break through in seven days, and your poison will soon be cured."

When Feng He heard this, he felt even more upset, and ordered sullenly, "Get out!"

Long An didn't care about the patient, but murmured softly: "Isn't this also my room?" After speaking, he left the bedroom and went to practice alone.

Lying on the bed, Feng He pursed his lips, thinking, that guy really pissed me off.However, in a dream for a while... Feng He couldn't help but turn a little red.

He had listened to the Dragon God Tao before, saying that his whole body is a treasure, and the blood of the dragon alone can not only cure all poisons in the world, but also strengthen the yang.

He thought it was a joke, but after drinking it, it seemed that Long An had the blood of the nightmare-eating tapir on his body, and he actually... actually had a sexual dream!

It was the first time he had such a dream.And the target is... still Long An.At that time, he was ashamed and only wanted to fight Long An a few times, and then strangle that guy to death.

After that, every time he drank dragon's blood, he had to have a dream.For a while, I don't know what kind of dream it is.Feng He was a little angry in anticipation, while angry at that guy Long An's weakness, at the same time looking forward to getting close to that guy...

bother.

After Long An came back from practicing, the moment he entered the guest bedroom, he was completely dumbfounded.He pointed to the bed, and confirmed to Feng He who was in a good mood: "A new bed?"

Feng He had just finished taking a bath, when he saw the bed, he felt extremely light, so he pretended to be indifferent and nodded: "Yeah."

Long An's face changed drastically: "No way. I'm going to find Yuanzhao's theory!" After speaking, he left the guest bedroom.

Upon hearing the word "No", Feng He immediately lowered his face.He took a deep breath and followed.

Yuan Zhao opened the door, saw the emotional Long An, and guessed what he was going to ask.Seeing Feng He with a cold face behind him, Yuan Zhao pretended not to understand and asked Long An to speak first.

Long An's voice was extremely high: "Why is there only one bed in the room?!"

Yuan Zhao pretended to be innocent and explained: "Because there are no new single beds. And in that room, there can only be one double bed at most. I think your beds have been used for a year, and it's time to change them. gone."

"But, but..." Long An was in a hurry, he wanted to change the bed because he didn't want to share the same bed with Feng He!Who knew that Yuanzhao changed their bed into a bed!

"But what?" Yuan Zhao yawned deliberately, and said, "Go back to sleep if you have nothing to do."

Long An had an idea, and said, "You can give me the single bed in your room, and I'll give you the double bed, how about it?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhao raised his head to look at Feng He, only to see the terrifying sharpness in Feng He's eyebrows and eyes.He sighed, Long An, a silly boy.Yuan Zhao said bitterly: "But if I exchange it for you, your room will only have a single bed."

Long An wondered: "Where is the single bed between me and Fenghe?"

Yuan Zhao smiled and said, "It's burned."

Long An: "..."

Yuan Zhao said: "You two are so close, what does it matter if you sleep in the same bed?"

Long An didn't have the strength to deny Yuan Zhao's words, and muttered helplessly: "Who is getting better with Old Phoenix."

Yuan Zhao saw that Feng He's face softened a lot, so he patted Long An's shoulder and said, "Sleep well. The bed is very firm, no matter how you shake it, it won't make any noise, just don't worry."

If you want me to help you coax people, you tapiron really have no nerves.

Long An thought then he could turn around as much as he wanted.Thinking of this, he said, "That's good."

Not far away, Fenghe's ears were reddish, and he couldn't help cursing, what was that silly dragon answering nonsense.

Back in the room, Feng He climbed into the inner side of the bed and lay down to sleep, as if he didn't care whether Long An would come up or not.Until he felt the soft bed pressed down, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised.

The bed was really firm, Long An turned over a few times, confirmed that it was really quiet, and then fell asleep contentedly.

It was said that there was no sound, but why couldn't Feng He, who was lying beside him, feel it?

Feng He thought, what a fool, but he likes it.