Jianghuke

Jiang Wuzhou put down his pen, picked up a soft brush with a little powder, and swept it casually twice, then adjusted his expression in front of the bronze mirror, blinked his eyes, as if lightly wiping away a layer of mist, the red Butterfly's appearance suddenly came alive.

He said lightly, "Brother Fang likes being a thief?"

Fang Huaiyuan remained silent, threw the bundle in his hand to his feet, and motioned for him to open it.

Jiang Wuzhou was startled for a while, then untied the knot on the burden, took out a set of neatly folded red clothes from inside, and said, "This is?"

"Put it on." Fang Huaiyuan seemed to be trying to suppress something, staring at him with deep eyes, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Hurry up."

The faint uneasiness in my heart was instantly magnified to the extreme.Jiang Wuzhou pursed his lips, and refused: "I only promise to change into the appearance of a red butterfly, and I won't do unnecessary things. What about the antidote?"

"I'll let you put it on!"

The bronze mirror knocked over, the table shook violently, and a box of cinnabar fell to the ground, fainted by the dripping water dripping from the table, bright red like blood.

The back of Jiang Wuzhou's head hit the floor heavily, and the sound of porcelain shattering sounded in his ears almost at the same time. The strong smell of spices was accompanied by sharp tinnitus, swallowing people like a tide, and every bone in his body screamed in pain , and even the rest of the perception went away in an instant.

After a long time, he managed to regain some sense. After realizing what Fang Huaiyuan was doing, he was terrified and struggled desperately: "You...let me go!"

"Let go?" Fang Huaiyuan licked his lips, easily restrained his hands, and pinched his unhealed wrist fiercely. Seeing him frowning in pain, he smiled cruelly, "Jiang Wuzhou , do you really think that anyone cares who is behind this mask? No one will see you at all. When thinking of you, everyone only has those radiant deities in their eyes. And you, just secretly soaked in these lights, then Do you feel like a character?"

As he spoke, he tore a knot on Jiang Wuzhou's coat indiscriminately, opened the skirt of the coat, and groped in, kneading the soft spot on his chest, his eyes gradually became gentle and infatuated, and even his voice was She softened a little: "A Miao, I've been thinking about it day and night, and I finally got my long-cherished wish..."

Jiang Wuzhou felt his stomach churn, and he felt nauseated. The shame and humiliation he had never suffered caused him to generate strength for no reason, and he suddenly pushed Fang Huaiyuan down, backed away trembling, and scolded: "Bastard! You bastard... "

His eyes were blurred, many wounds on his body were cracked, and the bandages were stained with crimson blood. He was caught by Fang Huaiyuan before he could climb two steps, and he was roughly dragged back.

"Bastard! Let go... don't touch me! Xuanzong is considered the number one sect anyway, how could you be such a scum! You are shameless and extremely dirty! Fang Huaiyuan, you are simply unworthy of being a human... Ugh!"

Fang Huaiyuan was probably annoyed by the quarrel, he picked him up by his hair, knocked him hard on the corner of the table, and immediately saw profuse blood flow.

The cursing stopped abruptly, Jiang Wuzhou's consciousness gradually drifted away, his eyes became slack, and finally he stopped moving, and the whole person fell limply in his arms, and passed out.

"It's really troublesome." Fang Huaiyuan picked him up indifferently, threw him on the bed, tore off the last piece of underwear, pressed him down, kissed his collarbone and said in a low voice, "A Miao, I miss you It hurts to think about it."

With tears in the corners of his eyes, he lay unconscious on the bed, like a white pear flower that was about to wither in the wind and rain.

"A Miao, A Miao..."

Suddenly there was a loud bang, which was close at hand.

Fang Huaiyuan froze instantly.After a while, he slowly slumped to one side and rolled off the bed, revealing Cen Xi who was holding up half a broken vase behind him with a terrified face.

Cen Xi fell to the ground, his legs were so weak that he could barely move, he stared blankly at Fang Huaiyuan whose head was full of broken porcelain, and after a while, he remembered that he should go and see how Jiang Wuzhou was doing first.He got up tremblingly, and the black hand was straightforward, and he smashed the remaining half of the vase on Fang Huaiyuan's head, stepped over the dead pig that was dizzy like a corpse, tremblingly picked up Jiang Wuzhou, and touched it. Blood in one hand.

"Wu, brother Wuzhou...you wake up..."

Dr. Cen was so flustered that he didn't know what to do. It took him a while to realize that he knew medical skills. He stumbled back to the room to get the needle pack, found the thread, and barely managed to sew up the bleeding wound on Jiang Wuzhou's head.

Water, bandages, styptic powder...

The movements in Cen Xi's hands became smoother and he gradually calmed down. He didn't even forget to search Fang Huaiyuan's body.It's a pity that the bottle of familiar pills was found, and there was no so-called antidote.

"Break your word, scum!"

Gritting his teeth, Cen Xi found a hemp rope from the utility room. While Fang Huaiyuan was still awake, he tied him up firmly and dragged him to the dungeon. Then he brought a basin of cold water and poured it over his head and face.

Fang Huaiyuan shuddered, moaned and chirped for a long time, but did not wake up.

"Love never dies." He said so, and was afraid that the person would really die. After hesitating for a long time, he hesitated for a long time, but he still squatted down reluctantly and picked out the relatively large tiles. He came out and rubbed two handfuls of hemostatic powder into the wound.

That technique was rougher than kneading dough, and Fang Huaiyuan was completely dizzy.

Little Doctor Cen put three locks on the iron door seriously, and then he went back to the house and continued to take care of Jiang Wuzhou.

He stood by the bed, propped his chin, gently touched the light red butterfly imprint with his fingers, and said to himself: "It really looks like that. If it was really Brother Chidie, I wouldn't dare to touch it like this. I have to be touched by Brother Chi." You can't break your hands. Heck, just with a guy like Fang Huaiyuan, he also matches Brother Xiao Xiangchi Chidie?"

so close.

He just realized that something was wrong when he was about to light the incense at the back of the house. In such a short time around the front door, such a big thing happened, and he was almost caught by him.

After a moment of silence, Cen Xi became depressed again: "Whether the escort agency is reliable or not, why didn't Brother Chi come? Fang Huaiyuan is the nephew of Xuanzong's suzerain, I beat him up, will he cross Chidie tomorrow?" Brother became the top of the reward list in one fell swoop? Ah, then I am the best to get the top of the list? There must be many people who want my life..."

The sky was getting darker, like blood on the floor.Fine and light snow fell outside the house, and the winter in the south of the Yangtze River was as cold as ever.

Dr. Cen was lying on the edge of the bed, having nightmares again and again, and when he was half awake and half asleep, he was suddenly patted lightly on the shoulder.

"Wow! Don't! Don't kill me!"

"... Zixi."

"Brother Wu Zhou? You're awake!" Cen Xi was overjoyed, "Are you thirsty? Hungry? Does your head still hurt? Brother, I failed to find the antidote from Fang Huaiyuan, this guy lied to us..."

Hearing the three words "Fang Huaiyuan" suddenly in a daze, Jiang Wuzhou's fingertips trembled slightly, and tightened suddenly.

"Hiss, brother, you scratched me."

Jiang Wuzhou let go of him, closed his eyes, and murmured dreamily: "Zixi, there is a blue peach blossom porcelain box on the table. You measure a bowl of clear water, pour the powder inside, and bring it for me."

Cen Xi didn't know, he went in, and soon went back and said, "It's done."

Jiang Wuzhou reluctantly sat up, and with the help of the bowl of water, peeled off the human skin mask on his face little by little, and threw it on the ground.

"Brother Wuzhou, you, why did you throw away the mask? Don't you need it?" Cen Xi hurriedly picked it up, but when he looked up, he saw Jiang Wuzhou's blank eyes and cheeks flickering slightly in the candlelight of a tear.

"No...disgusting." He grabbed the skirt of his clothes tightly, turned his head, his voice was soft and trembling, but he couldn't suppress the faint cry, and repeated, "It's so disgusting."

Outside the house, snowflakes seem to spread the world clean and flawless.

There has never been such a heavy snowfall in Pingweizhou.