Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

Wutang's thick eyelashes were wet and condensed into wisps, dividing the narrow and cramped vision into pieces of broken neon.

The table was in a mess, and the pill bottles that he had taken out before were all in disarray, as if the people who took the medicine were in a hurry, many bottles were opened and the pills were scattered on the table.

Wutang's sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be boiled to a boil. He could barely tell that the elixir in his mouth was a small elixir refined by himself. It could strengthen muscles, strengthen bones and restore meridians. It was beneficial to the body without any harm. The only problem was taking It will cause short-term drowsiness after drinking, so Wutang usually takes it before going to bed.

Wu Tang noticed it, and used his tongue to push back the medicine that Wen Yanke gave him.But before it was too late, the elixir melted in his mouth, covering his already bewildered mind with a layer of veil. Wen Yanke's heavy panting sounded slowly from the sky as if separated by a layer of water.

His eyelids trembled, and he fell asleep completely.

When Wu Tang was half asleep and half awake again, he only felt that there was a voice in his ear that was constantly disturbing him, intermittent but rhythmic.

Finally, he was impatient with the noise, and a gap opened through his trembling eyelids, and he woke up.

What caught my eye was the gauze curtain on the bed, which was shaking slightly, in the same rhythm as the constant voice in his ears.

The window was half open, and the cool wind blew in, sweeping away the damp moisture on his body, leaving only a little bit of coolness.

"Senior brother..." Seeing that he woke up, the voice in his ear became more and more obvious, it seemed that he wanted him to hear it, and even leaned into his ear deliberately, calling him like he wanted to get into his bones, "Senior brother... ...Brother!"

Wu Tang shuddered and was completely awake.

It was only then that he realized that the voice that had been haunting him was the voice of his junior brother and his own unconscious panting.

"You finally woke up, I've been waiting for you for a long time, brother."

Pills, sleeping, windows, being woken up by the sound, a series of situations caused a chain reaction in Wutang's mind, which made Wutang instinctively feel familiar.

The memory was about to come out, and Wu Tang quickly remembered that this was the scene when he was just taken to his mansion by Yu Ji, and Yu Ji fell ill and said that he would give birth to an heir for him, and he woke up after feeding him medicine.

Except that the mansion was replaced by an inn, and Yu Ji was replaced by a younger brother, it was almost exactly the same as this time.

Wu Tang remembered for a moment, what his junior brother told him to do to him what he did to Yu Ji.

A ridiculous thought came to his mind, could it be that the younger brother had personally seen the scene of him getting along with Yu Ji, otherwise he couldn't figure out why the younger brother suddenly wanted to give him medicine.

Just put him to sleep for a while and wake him up again?It's too far-fetched.

"Senior brother, senior brother..." Wen Yanke kept calling him again, as if he was chanting some life-saving spell, and would suffocate to death after stopping for a while.

Wu Tang's unclear consciousness was also washed away by these few sounds, and he had no time to ponder over the doubts, leaving only one certain thought. The younger brother had seen the picture of him getting along with Yu Ji before. .

Soon there was no time to even think about this certain thought. Perhaps Wutang seemed indifferent after waking up. Wen Yanke lost control of her strength and couldn't tell whose strings broke first.

I don't know if the nightmare was finally satisfied, or Wen Yanke couldn't bear it anymore due to the raging hatred. He could no longer stick to recreating the previous scenes of Wu Tang and Yu Ji.It was a more restless and frenzied grinding together, and they could hardly tell each other apart.

……

Clouds and rain had accumulated outside the inn. I don’t know where the monks were surviving the thunder disaster. Many monks gathered in the lobby of the inn to avoid the thunder disaster. Cover up.

The business suddenly became lively, and the inn boy hurriedly went up to the second floor to tidy up the rooms one by one.

The window was half open, and there was no movement inside, but he didn't dare to look inside at all. He just knocked lightly on the edge of the window, lowered his head and asked, "I've disturbed Shangxian Qingxiu, if I dare to ask Shangxian if he will stay here today?" shop?"

A high-grade spirit stone flew out from the half-open window, just landing on the window sill.

The boy's eyes lit up, this place is desolate, a piece of high-grade spirit stone is enough to live in the shop for half a year, it is a rare good business.

What's more, the monks who can use high-grade spirit stones are not the children of the sect, but also the powerful people above the Nascent Soul stage, and they are definitely not the ones to offend.

The servant put the Lingshi back into his sleeve, not daring to bother him any more, he took three steps back, made a bow and left in a hurry.

The room is quiet, the sky is so dark that day and night can hardly be distinguished, the room is simple and there is no night pearl to illuminate it.

Wu Tang sat leaning against the scattered quilts, his face was pale due to the dark sky and the curtains, but his lips were extremely bright, even a little red and swollen.

Wen Yanke was lying on his lap as a pillow, and neither of them said a word.

The skin and flesh of the two of them touched each other, and a rich and sweet fragrance came out from their bones, which lingered in the room for a long time.

Although they all had their eyes open, it was hard to tell whether it was a dream or waking up through a layer of haze.

The movement of the young man just now was like throwing a stone into this pool of stagnant water, and the silence quickly returned after he left.

Wen Yanke lowered her eyelashes, her handsome features were expressionless, indifferent and inhuman, like a beautiful skin worn by an evil ghost.