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Song Huanhuan: "..." Mr. Mu, I got you in trouble, and I'm sorry.

During lunch, Yao Wang hurried over again, and grabbed Song Huanhuan's hand in the surprised eyes.

"Senior Medicine King, you are..."

Yao Wang glared: "You are messing around, why don't you tell me you are not feeling well? If you don't tell me, how can the old man prescribe the right medicine?"

"Uh... I'm sorry..."

Yao Wang glared again: "In the future, you must tell me if you feel uncomfortable, you understand?"

Song Huanhuan nodded hurriedly, "Understood..." Yao Wang's aura is too strong, and he, a scum with negative combat power, can't bear it at all.

Yao Wang came and went in a hurry, waving his sleeves, leaving only a dizzy Song Huanhuan behind.

Qingzhu and the little assassin shrank their necks. It turns out that the most powerful of these people is Senior Yaowang~ After a short rest, everyone continued on their way.

Perhaps because everything was settled, they didn't encounter any imperial court pursuers along the way, but they were stopped by a few unknown sects and fought a few times, which wasted some time.

Five days later, Murong Ang, who had disappeared for a long time, finally caught up with the main force. At that time, Song Huanhuan was unluckily experiencing another bone-piercing pain.

Song Huanhuan, who was already unconscious, didn't notice Murong Ang's arrival at all, but the sudden warmth from behind made him feel more comfortable.

Murong Ang looked at Song Huanhuan who was rubbing into his arms with a pale face, and his heart tightened.

Heavy Qi flashed in and swung a shiny light bulb.

"Uncle Qi, how long can he last?"

Zhong Qi said in a low voice: "The medicine I took before can last as long as Tianchong Mountain. Master got the ancient prescription a few days ago, but I still haven't made the antidote yet."

"I see."

Chong Qi sighed softly: "Don't worry too much, Ming Huanji has his own aura, so nothing will happen."

Murong Ang said: "I know, I won't let anything happen to him."

Zhong Qi looked at him with a complicated expression, and finally went out without saying anything.

The author has something to say: I feel comfortable this afternoon, and I just coded a chapter, and it is expected that the chapter will end tomorrow.

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A month later, Murong Ang and his group finally rushed back to Tianchong Mountain. During this period, Song Huanhuan suffered from poisoning several times, and now she is getting weaker and weaker.

Song Huanhuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I used to be a piece of trash, but now I've become a piece of trash!"

Murong Ang patted his forehead and said: "What are you talking about?"

Song Huanhuan rubbed her forehead and smirked.

At that time, the two were sitting on the top of the mountain, at the request of Song Huanhuan to watch the sunrise.

Song Huanhuan was wrapped up like a ball, with a thick quilt wrapped outside, and was hugged by Murong Ang.

Song Huanhuan asked extremely jealously: "Aren't you cold at all?" Why is he wrapped up in three layers, four layers and five layers, while Murong Ang is wearing a white dress so chic? !

Murong Ang smiled and said, "What, it's cold again?"

Song Huanhuan is holding his breath, he should be the hardest traverser in history!

"The sun is coming out……"

Song Huanhuan blinked, watching the sunrise on the mountain is really spectacular!

Speaking of which, Song Huanhuan has never seen a real sunrise. In modern times, the city he lives in has no mountains, and he has been busy with school and work and has no time to watch the sunrise. Now he can finally see the mountains. Made a wish.

"Murong Ang, you are so happy."

"how do I say this?"

"Aren't you happy to see such a beautiful sunrise every day?" Song Huanhuan looked up at him, and opened her mouth to bite Murong Ang's chin. Of course, it was useless.

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows, directly supported Song Huanhuan's chin and bowed his head to kiss her. "Hmm..." Song Huanhuan was accidentally tricked, and was kissed completely by Murong Ang.

When Murong Ang let go of him, Song Huanhuan was a little out of breath.

"I saw the sunrise too, let's go back."

Song Huanhuan nodded: "Yes."

After going back, it was inevitable that Yao Wang and Zhong Qi would scold her ears. Song Huanhuan's expression was very innocent: "He is the one who wants to take me there, I can't refuse."

Zhong Qi sneered: "You are so good, have you learned to slander others?"

Song Huanhuan rubbed her nose in embarrassment.

After finally avoiding the verbal attacks of the two, Murong Ang entered the room with Song Huanhuan, who was chubby in his arms.

When she was put on the bed, Song Huanhuan stretched out her arms to wrap her arms around Murong Ang's neck, and cast a distorted wink at the latter's slightly surprised eyes, "Today's weather is nice, do you want to have a show?"

The corners of Murong Ang's eyes twitched, and he suddenly felt powerless.

Song Huanhuan continued to blink: "Really don't want to come here for a handsome guy? After passing this village, there will be no such shop~ Come here in the morning to keep fit~"

Murong Ang lowered his head and kissed Song Huanhuan on the mouth, saying: "Rest."

Song Huanhuan was dissatisfied with her mouth, and she murmured: "Could it be that the young master is old and unattractive? Sure enough, men are abandoned people who like the new and dislike the old, so pitiful..."

Murong Ang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What nonsense are you talking about? Have a good rest and stop thinking about it."

Song Huanhuan suddenly put away the funny expression on his face, and said seriously: "Don't think wildly, you know?"

Murong Ang was taken aback.

"The dark circles on your face are so heavy, it's because you didn't have a good rest." Song Huanhuan raised his hand to touch his face with difficulty: "I know you can't sleep at night, and no one knows what will happen in the future, so don't mess around anymore. Think about it... I will be fine..."

Murong Ang's expression was complicated, his uneasiness still affected him after all...

Song Huanhuan said, "Is there anything to do today?"

"No."

"Then lie down with me for a while, I got up too early today, I have to catch up on sleep." Song Huanhuan patted the place beside her, signaling Murong Ang to lie down.

After waiting for Murong Ang to lie down, Song Huanhuan consciously rubbed into his arms, seeking warmth and eating some hot tofu.

"Do you still remember what I said earlier, I will tell you a shocking secret when the matter is over?"

"Ah."

Song Huanhuan lowered her voice and pretended to be mysterious: "Do you want to know now?"

"Come and listen."

Song Huanhuan said: "Uncle Qi and I are fellow villagers, do you know that?"

Murong Ang responded lightly.

Song Huanhuan said again: "Do you understand Uncle Qi's background?"

"I don't know."

Song Huanhuan was surprised: "Eh? Don't you know this? I thought you knew..." If Murong Ang knew the origin of Chong Qi, it would save him to explain it again... It's so troublesome QAQ "Okay, okay , let me tell you." Song Huanhuan scratched his face and began to talk: "Uncle Qi is not from this world, he is from time-traveling, you don't know what time-traveling means, right? Let me tell you, time-traveling is From one world to another world through some kind of messy opportunity, do you understand that?"

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows and said, "You mean that both you and Uncle Qi are from another world?"

Song Huanhuan looked at Murong Ang suspiciously: "Why are you not surprised at all? Don't you think these are weird and scary?" He thought he could see Murong Ang showing a silly expression, it was really disappointing!

Murong Ang said indifferently: "Uncle Qi's appearance was very strange back then, maybe it felt a little unusual then."

Song Huanhuan was terribly disappointed, and continued lazily: "Uncle Qi has worn his whole body, but I have only worn a soul."

"What do you say?"

"I was crushed to death by a flower pot, and I came here as soon as I opened my eyes, and then took over this body," Song Huanhuan said, feeling suddenly astringent in his heart: "I am not the real Ming Huan. "

Murong Ang's expression was still very calm: "What was your name before?"

"Song Huanhuan."

Murong Ang touched his face: "Not bad."

Song Huanhuan: "..." If he had the strength, he would definitely grab Murong Ang's collar and let out a horse-like growl—Nima, why are you so calm!If you are surprised, you will be shi or you will be shi!By the way, it is the most exciting to shake while roaring and roaring!

Murong Ang tightened his arms: "Go to sleep."

Song Huanhuan buried her face in his arms: "...um..."

Song Huanhuan, who was completely devastated by such a toss in the morning, fell into a drowsiness, muttered a few times before falling into a deep sleep.

Murong Ang's ears are good, and he heard those words very clearly—Murong Ang, you Liu Xiahui, you don't even want me to take the initiative, there will be no next time!

Murong Ang suddenly had a strange idea in his heart, if there is really no antidote in the end, will he appear on another person again?Does that mean that Song Huanhuan will never leave him...

Murong Ang knew that this idea was ridiculous, but he felt that the future would not be so bad, and no one could take him away!

The medicine king's research was not going well, and the medicine that Song Huanhuan had taken before was no longer effective. Song Huanhuan went from being lethargic for six hours to a complete coma.

Murong Ang's face became darker and darker, and the whole Tianchongjiao seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds.

Yao Wang tried countless ancient prescriptions, all of which ended in failure, and everyone was frustrated for a while.

In the end, the angry medicine king showed his medical skills, turned out the last prescription, and said to Murong Ang: "Boy, this is the last prescription, if it doesn't work, alas..."

Murong Ang's face was indifferent: "Thank you, Senior Yao Wang, if you have any orders, just say it."

"This recipe needs a Tianshan snow lotus. I remember that guy from before is from the Tianshan sect? Let him send the plant over." The Yao Wang said without hesitation.

Murong Ang frowned: "Now that the Tianshan School is in chaos, Su Zhaoyou may not be able to get over it."

Yao Wang waved his hand: "You can just talk to him, he has his own way."

Other than that, they really had no other way, so Murong Ang quickly sent the news to Su Zhaoyou.

Su Zhaoyou also quickly responded to the news, saying that there was a snow lotus plant in his home, and he was on his way now, and he would be here in half a month.

After getting the news, Yao Wang stroked his beard and nodded: "Xiao Qi, you look at this kid here, old man, I will try again, I can make it through half a month." Then he called Qingzhu and the little assassin to fight , the three left without stopping.

Murong Ang had long since lost his mind to deal with the agreement that Murong Ang made with the emperor, and finally handed it all over to Mr. Mu.

"Uncle Mu, all the scattered branches of Tianchongjiao have been withdrawn, and the merchants have also moved underground. They will send 3000 million taels of silver to the imperial court in a few days."

Mr. Mu frowned: "Withdraw all?"

Murong Ang nodded: "This is a condition, but you should know how to deal with it." As for whether he really withdrew, who knows?

Mr. Mu understood, "I understand, I will deal with these matters."

"Uncle Mu, thank you very much."

"What to say..."

Half a month later, Su Zhaoyou and Jin Huan arrived with the snow lotus.

In the past half a month, Song Huanhuan has never been sober again, and she has lost weight rapidly, and everyone is also anxious. Now that Su Zhaoyou and Su Zhaoyou have arrived, they are finally relieved a little.

The medicine king took the snow lotus and rushed to develop the antidote non-stop. Three days later, the antidote was finally completed.

Song Huanhuan lost consciousness, so naturally he couldn't swallow the antidote, so in the end Murong Ang poured it down with his mouth.

Everyone was waiting eagerly, but a day or two passed, but Song Huanhuan still didn't wake up.

Yao Wang checked his pulse, and the pulse was stable. It seemed that the poison had been cured, but he didn't know why he didn't wake up.

Just when Murong Ang was about to despair, Song Huanhuan finally opened his eyes.

Murong Ang: "..."

Song Huanhuan's voice was inaudible: "Stupid? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Murong Ang hugged him, trembling all over, completely speechless.

Song Huanhuan opened her mouth: "I'm back..."

Three months later.

The taller green bamboo ran into Song Huanhuan's room, and said loudly, "Master, why don't you get up when the sun is shining on your ass?"

Song Huanhuan, who was deeply buried in the quilt, moved, and opened her eyes in a daze.

"Hiss..." Song Huanhuan couldn't help moaning when he accidentally pulled his waist and butt. Murong Ang was too noisy last night, and now his whole body is protesting.

Qingzhu leaned over: "Didn't you agree to fly a kite today? Young master, get up quickly, I'll be waiting for you..."

Song Huanhuan whispered: "Here we come..." Murong Ang, the bastard!Toss him like this as soon as the ban is lifted!Do you know if you will die?

Men are irresistible.Song Huanhuan decided to feed Murong Ang regularly in the future, so as not to be pressed down again.

Qingzhu took out the newly made clothes and put them on for Song Huanhuan, and said, "Master, you have gained a lot of weight, and your recovery has improved a lot~"

Song Huanhuan yawned lazily: "Really?"

Qingzhu nodded seriously: "Yes."

Song Huan laughed happily: "Well, you big-headed ghost, um..."

Qingzhu smirked.

After hastily eating breakfast, Song Huanhuan followed Qingzhu to the hillside of the back mountain.

Jin Huan and the little assassin had already started playing there, and Zhong Qi was sitting on the ground talking to Huang Ying, eating a small snack from time to time.

Qing Zhu felt itchy in her heart, and after talking to Song Huanhuan, she joined Jin Huan and the others.

Song Huanhuan looked at the morning sun, squinted his eyes, and suddenly felt very happy... Well, he has always been very happy~ "Are you up? Does your back hurt?"

Song Huanhuan looked back at Murong Ang who was standing behind him, and shook his head: "No, I'm fine..."

Murong Ang kissed him on the face, "Then continue tonight?"

Song Huanhuan's face darkened: "No way!!!"

Murong Ang chuckled, pinched Song Huanhuan's fleshy face and said, "It would be better if you get fatter."

Song Huanhuan rolled his eyes at him, shook his hand and said, "If I'm so fat that I can't walk anymore, you can't dislike me."

"Well, I don't dislike it."

"Never give up on it for the rest of your life."

"Well, for a lifetime..."

The sun is shining, and their days are still long...

The author has something to say: it's over

In fact, I can continue to write in the middle, but I don’t want to abuse it, so I jumped directly to Hapien and ordered orz. There is also a small episode of 2000+, so I won’t put it here, go to the mailbox to check it anyway, thank you very much I have been watching the last one, Bi Qun mua~

Small episode:

Song Huanhuan was soaking in the hot spring, lying on the polished smooth stone, narrowing her eyes happily, "It's so comfortable..."

There was the sound of water behind him, and Song Huanhuan didn't pay attention to it in a daze, until someone's hand touched him again and again, and then went to touch places that shouldn't be touched...

"Murong Ang, remove your paw."

Murong Ang chuckled, kissed him on the shoulder, and continued to touch.

If you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore. Just as Song Huanhuan was about to stand up to protest, Murong Ang silenced him, "Um..."

With one hand, Murong Ang pinched Song Huanhuan's chin and kissed him fiercely, while with the other hand he touched Song Huanhuan's upright gherkin along his waist.

"Heh... so energetic..."

Song Huanhuan's lips were red and her eyes were misty.

Murong Ang told him to turn over, locked him in his arms, and kissed him again.

"Don't be here..." Song Huanhuan reminded him to go back to bed with the only sliver of sanity left, he didn't want to have bad memories when he went to the hot spring again.

"No, I'm here today." Murong Ang refused firmly, and then dragged Song Huanhuan into the depths of desire without waiting for Song Huanhuan to protest again.

"Eh..." Song Huanhuan's whole body went limp from being kissed, her arms were wrapped around Murong Ang's neck and hung on him.

Murong Ang simply pushed him away, buried his head in sucking the little red bean on Song Huanhuan's chest, and with the other hand, he also grabbed and kneaded another little red bean.

Song Huanhuan only felt that her chest was numb and itchy, and wanted to refuse, but she blurted out embarrassing moans.

Murong Ang kissed enough, kissed him up along the neck, and said in a low voice: "Senior Yao Wang gave me a good thing during the day, do you want it?"

Song Huanhuan was confused: "What... what?"

Murong Ang laughed, with some malicious intentions.

Maybe Song Huanhuan was a little more sober because he had awakened his sense of crisis, but when he saw clearly what Murong Ang was holding in his hand, he would rather not be sober himself.

Song Huanhuan's face turned pale and red, "Murong Ang, you don't mean you want to use that thing on me, do you?"

Murong Ang blinked: "Of course this is for your use."

Song Huanhuan completely woke up from the desire, and said with a dark face: "You bastard! If you dare to use it on me, don't even try to sleep in my bed again!!!"

Song Huanhuan was really a little scared, her voice trembled a little.

Murong Ang kissed him, and said: "This jade is made of Nuanyu, soaked in medicine for a long time, it is good for your body."

Song Huanhuan roared: "The method that is good for my body is right, why do I have to use this?"

"You need to maintain it when you take it out later. Naturally, you need this thing."

"But..." Song Huanhuan bit his lip, but he still couldn't let go.

Murong Ang knew that he was not so repulsive, so he said: "Let's try it first, if you really feel uncomfortable, then you don't need it, okay?"

Song Huanhuan blushed and turned her head: "...um..."

Seeing him compromise, Murong Ang was both happy and distressed, but the movements of his hands were very quick.

Song Huanhuan was turned over by Murong Ang, her face was buried in her arms, her buttocks were pouted high, no matter how she thought about it, she was very shy.

Murong Ang leaned on him, starting from the shoulders, and kissed along the waistline bit by bit. His hands were also dipped in balm, and he was kneading at the small hole.

"Hmm..." Song Huanhuan moved his body a little, and a finger was stuffed there, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Murong Ang kissed him comfortingly, and then began to twitch his fingers.

"Mmm..." Song Huanhuan quickly got used to Murong Ang's movements, and unconsciously swayed with him.

Murong Ang quickly stretched in three fingers and thrust, Song Huanhuan lost all strength and vented his body not long after.

Murong Ang rolled over Song Huanhuan, hugged him into his arms, kissed his mouth, then parted his legs, and pushed the jade force inside.

Yu Shi was a little cold, and Song Huanhuan couldn't help opening his eyes wide.

"But uncomfortable?"

Song Huanhuan shook her head lightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Fortunately..."

Murong Ang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and slapped his butt: "Suck it well..."

"Hmm..." Song Huanhuan fell asleep.

Murong Ang took a blanket to wrap him up, got up and went back to the room.

Song Huanhuan didn't sleep for long, and soon, he woke up again under Murong Ang's harassment.

"woke up?"

Song Huanhuan's voice was hoarse: "Anyone who has been harassed like this and still doesn't wake up is a dead person..."

Murong Ang smiled in a good mood.

Song Huanhuan gave him a white look: "Take that thing out, it's uncomfortable." After leaving it for so long, Song Huanhuan only felt that his butt was going numb. It wasn't that he didn't want to take it out by himself, but that he didn't have any strength and couldn't move.

Murong Ang didn't refuse, separated Song Huanhuan's legs, put two fingers into the hole and stirred it, until Song Huanhuan protested and pulled out the jade.

"Hmm..." Song Huanhuan's body bounced, and she couldn't help but blush.

But before he closed his legs, Murong Ang, who couldn't stand it for a long time, rushed in.

"Uh..."

Murong Ang's movements were urgent and fierce, Song Huanhuan couldn't bear it at all: "You... Take it easy..."

Murong Ang kissed him: "Sorry, I can't help it..."

Song Huanhuan really wanted to curse, but Murong Ang didn't give him the chance.

This night, the two were floating in the sea of ​​desire.

In the afternoon of the second day, Song Huanhuan woke up slowly. Last night Murong Ang was tossing too hard, and she didn't let him go until this morning.

Just by moving, Song Huanhuan felt rusty all over her body, unable to move at all, her overworked butt was numb and swollen, as if something was still caught... No... No...

Song Huanhuan squinted her eyes, felt a little pinch of her butt, didn't it seem like something was really pinched inside...

"I @#￥%%￥..."

Just as Song Huanhuan was cursing in his heart, another protagonist appeared.

Murong Ang brought the porridge over in a refreshed manner, but he didn't care at all when Song Huanhuan glared at him angrily.

Waiting for Murong Ang to sit down by the bed, Song Huanhuan really wanted to grab his clothes, but he didn't have the strength, so he could only say angrily: "Bastard, why did you put that thing in there again? Quickly take it out for me." !"

Murong Ang smiled: "That is good for your health, if you want to take it out, wait until you have strength."

Song Huanhuan: "...Asshole..."

Murong Ang continued to smile: "Promise to praise."

Song Huanhuan was completely powerless, humming, the crushed silver is the most pitiful...

Murong Ang helped him to sit up: "Get up and eat something, otherwise it will be uncomfortable."

Song Huanhuan hummed: "Do you still care if I feel uncomfortable?"

Murong Ang blinked: "It's natural, for your own good, you should take that jade with you."

Song Huanhuan gritted his teeth in his heart, he must fight back, he must let Murong Ang, a bastard, have a taste of the stick in his ass!