When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

Does the devil cry too?

Or a blind man, can he still cry?

"I..." Bian Shao didn't know. He closed his eyes, feeling exhausted and aching all over his body as if being run over by a carriage, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, which surprised him a little.

"Go back first." Bian Shao paused for a moment, then continued, "Don't cry."

His words were not comforting, he was too tired, only helplessness and laziness remained in Bian Shao's voice.

It's just that the black-haired boy heard his words, leaned over slightly, groped and hugged his waist, lifted him lightly, and hugged him up.

Bian Shao was dumbfounded.

He was planning to lie on the ground and get up by himself...

The beautiful woman who had been so indifferent to him before, actually took him home so carefully. On the wooden bed in the thatched cottage, Bian Shao lay dead with his eyes open. At this moment, he was still flattered.

But what surprised him even more was the meticulous care the young man took for him.

The black-haired boy was a blind man who couldn't see his eyes. He bumped and bumped, and even almost hit the wooden table and fell several times. Although it was so difficult, he still insisted on making medicine, bandaging, and even comforting the young man on the bed.

When he lowered his head and unbuttoned Bian Shao's lapel to treat the wound for him, a cluster of black hair fell down on his shoulders, just covering Bian Shao's eyes. In the darkness and pain, Bian Shao could only hear his clear and uneasy voice when he spoke, Tremblingly said: "I only have you left, don't hate me..."

At night, when it rained in autumn outside the thatched cottage, the black-haired boy slipped into his cold arms, like two bruised little beasts clinging to each other, warming each other's wounds.

At night, Bian Shao tossed and turned insomnia due to the pain, and finally slipped down again while turning over. The black-haired boy woke up in a daze, and found that the warm embrace that was curled up was not there. Bian Shao hugged him to bed.

He treats this ghost the same way he treats immature children. When the ghost complains with sleepy eyes open, the young man carefully wipes the dirty and bloody wound with plaster, then bends down and leans closer. He coaxes him patiently. : "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, blow it."

It was blowing over, and it was a bit cold, the boy's hand that used to hold the sword was covered with calluses, the skin was tender and tender, and it hurt from rubbing the medicine.He lost his temper and pushed away the young man's face, trying to refuse, but the other party held his wrist, still groping and continuing to move.

Bian Shao had scratches on his legs after falling.

The cold fingers shifted their positions and reached a fatal place.

Panting low, Bian Shao bent down, just in time to meet the blushing ear tips of the black-haired boy.

If you can't see it, all other senses will be infinitely more sensitive. Xiao An can't see the appearance of this ghost, but he can imagine it when he hears his deep and hoarse voice——

How seductive is this ghost, and what a rare treasure it is.

So much so that the former devil will also stir up the stagnant water and make a pool of spring.

"It's almost done." Bian Shao couldn't bear to push away the hand that was stained with ointment, and he turned over and lay on his side, with his back to the boy.

When this kind of hazy emotion between you and me is sprouting, maybe Bian Shao would still be distracted in the past.But this time he was in too much pain, and he couldn't even think of charming.

The young man was silent, lowered his head, couldn't see his expression clearly, but when he was lying down, he gently took Bian Shao's hand and rubbed it lightly.

Bian Shao was too lazy to shake it off, he fell asleep soon after he closed his eyes, but the young man didn't sleep when he opened his eyes, his brows gradually raised.

He seemed to hold a stove.

The black-haired boy frantically poked Bian Shao's forehead, only to feel hot and fine sweat.

Bian Shao was dizzy from fever, grabbed his hand, closed his eyes, fluttered his lips, and murmured something.

That night, the black-haired boy was really afraid that he would die, so he boiled medicine for him by his bedside, covered his forehead with ice water, and even talked about his past, wanting to say something funny, but As he spoke, he fell silent again.

In his 18 years, it was too cold, like the rain falling outside the house and the wind blowing, making people feel cold all over.

Only when it is close to the forehead of this ghost can there be a trace of sobriety and warmth.

But in fact, as long as Xiao An gets closer and listens carefully, he can hear Bian Shao, who is unconscious, murmuring with his eyes closed, saying: "Beauty... Hehe... Tie Tie..."

In the end, Bian Shao woke up in the early morning of the second day.

After a night of high fever, he curled up on the wooden bed in the thatched hut and survived, but his first reaction was to suffocate.

The slender and bony hands of the black-haired boy behind him, like hemp rope, tightly encircled him.

Bian Shao struggled to break free, the boy's hand moved slightly, trying to catch him in the confusion, but it was still in vain.

He lowered his eyes, seeing the pale and sunken face of the black-haired boy, he gradually felt uneasy.

The corners of the eyes are crimson, like the rouge a bride put on when she got married.

Bian Shao's heart skipped a beat, he hesitated for a moment, he was grabbed by the sleeve, and his body fell forward uncontrollably.

"Don't, don't leave me." The young man half-kneeled on the bed, pressed his head against his waist, and heard a thin and fragile voice.

Bian Shao was stunned, and wiped the bottom, and it really wiped the tears in his palm.

A few days ago, the big devil who was still full of indifference put his arms around his waist, hiccupping from crying.

Bian Shao shook his head, unable to react a bit: "You, why are you crying?"

"I'm afraid you will leave me..." Xiao An said softly, "You said you would never leave me."

Before, he was too troublesome, too fragile and sensitive, so that he didn't treat this ghost well at all, and he often hurt this ghost.

Xiao An was afraid, afraid that the ghost would recover and leave.

amount……

"Don't think about it." Bian Shao felt guilty.

In fact, Bian Shao's life-and-death moment when he was thrown down by a wolf was exactly such a plan.

If he can survive, he will run away!

But last night he emotionally agreed to the boy to stay...

Bian Shao was still a little dissatisfied.

Whoever gives everything for someone else, only to end up crying, screaming, and dying, and almost marrying him...wouldn't be quick to accept living with this person, would they?

Bian Shao sighed, at this time, the 444 system suddenly appeared, with joy: [Host, do you know where you made the progress of the task last night? 】

"?" Bian Shao chose to remain silent.I guess it's not too high, right?

The 444 system took the initiative to say: [Progress of saving the love brain - 88%]

As soon as these words came out, Bian Shao was slightly shocked.

He was just thrown down by a wolf last night, and he developed a high fever under the shock and pain. How did he get 88?

"You said if I go to the mountains again, will I..." Bian Shao lost his mind because he was reluctant to let the child not be caught by the wolf.

444 system: [I predicted that in such a situation, the favorability will not rise or fall. 】

Bian Shao: Isn't that useless?

Bian Shao shook his head and said, "Okay, Tongzi, I know, you can go back."

444 system: […] Enemy.

It suppressed the burning anger, and calmly said: [I just came out to say that everything you did before was not meaningless, at least now the task target has a strong desire to live.Please don't doubt your behavior of saving the love brain. 】

Bian Shao was listless.

At this time, he was sitting on a big rock in front of the thatched house, basking lazily in the sun, admiring the roof slabs of the thatched house he had just repaired a few days ago.

The black-haired boy didn't lie on the bed like a puppet a few days ago, but took the initiative to touch the wall, stumbling over.Seeing that he was too slow, Bian Shao couldn't help but grabbed a long branch and threw it over. When someone grabbed the end of the branch, Bian Shao pulled him over with all his strength.

Then the boy fell into his arms unexpectedly.

Bian Shao: ...

The black-haired boy raised his head cautiously: "I didn't stand firm..."

"It's okay." Bian Shao said, "You can just stand up now."

Beauty, you should be jumping up like your ass is on fire, why are you moving around on my thigh to adjust your position?

Bian Shao also discovered that the task object seemed to be so different to him.Bian Shao is the best at climbing poles, and the moment the black-haired boy tried to talk to him again, he spoke.

"Don't you think we are a billion points shabby?"

Bian Shao thought that the person on him would show a sensitive and inferior look.

But the young man caressed the slender fingers of the man underneath, startled when he heard the words, and soon a thoughtful expression appeared on his face: "Yes."

A bunch of ways to make money quickly appeared in his mind, and all the ways were too restrictive for a blind man.But he still wants to raise this thin-skinned and tender-fleshed ghost...

Bian Shao saw the young man's thoughts and was slightly startled.

Sure enough, he no longer thinks about the person who seeks death, but has already started thinking about how to make a living in the mortal world.

But that's not what Bian Shao meant. He reminded the young man: "I remember what you told me about the past last night."

The boy's body against his chest stiffened immediately, and it took him a long time to say: "So?"

Bian Shao thought to himself, if he had gone through those 18 years of embarrassing and disgusting, he definitely didn't want people to know.But the boy not only said it, but also took the initiative to say it, and his heart must have been smashed like a scab...

But no matter what, it is impossible to escape for a while, as long as you escape, it proves that the scar still exists.

Bian Shao said cruelly and bluntly: "Don't you think it's very useless to stop abruptly in the middle of the great cause of revenge?" Isn't this like a fishbone stuck in the throat, can't get up or down?

The words have ended.

Bian Shao thought that his meaning was already very clear, and hoped that the young man would pick up the abolished martial arts, revive himself and take revenge, and let that hypocritical head of Yun Cangshan lead him.

In the realm of comprehension, there is a model of righteousness like the head, and it is almost over.

It is normal for Bian Shao to think so.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired boy turned his face slightly and leaned on his shoulder, his voice was very soft, as if he was sighing: "But I have lost everything. I can't even do Yinzi's behavior, and I don't know how to communicate with people."

"I'm blind, I can't see, I'm very scared. The night I was blind, my eyes hurt..." He was afraid that some enemy would come to him and kill him with a knife. He was not afraid of this before, and even felt it was a relief , but now with this ghost by his side, he began to be afraid, afraid that if he died, this ghost would go looking for other food...

For the first time, he expressed his fragility to others, his voice was hoarse and astringent, and his words were incoherent.

Bian Shao was stunned.

The scene of the boy wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with blood all over his face suddenly popped up in his mind yesterday.

"As long as you say you will never leave me, I can live."

"As long as you say you want me to live, I can live."

When he said these two words gently, the hoe was pressed against Bian Shao's neck.

Bian Shao realized later, he looked down at the young man in his arms who was close to him, with those dark eyes that were always empty and empty, he felt goosebumps everywhere, and was secretly shocked.

This is too abnormal, the boy seems to have cast some psychological shadow on that night of blindness.

He had to say something, to divert the topic of Yun Cangshan's revenge.

"Let's not talk about revenge for the time being," Bian Shao said, with a sense of shamelessness, "Anyway, I don't know how to make money, so you have to go out and make money to support me."

Independent male, full of self-confidence.

Beauty, go!

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