Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

"So senior brother brought me to Xiaoyaozong?" After listening to Wu Tang's series of explanations, Wen Yanke was dragged back to the wooden bed by Wu Tang.

Wu Tang nodded, and checked Wen Yanke's pulse again.

"You shouldn't move too much now, just lie down."

"I still have senior brother's clean robes in my storage bag." Wen Yanke glanced over Wu Tang, frowned slightly, and pulled Wu Tang's wrist, trying to guide him to touch her storage bag.

Wu Tang naturally knew that Wen Yanke had always taken good care of him, and he could find both his robes and the utensils he used frequently from Wen Yanke.

But Wen Yanke's actions were stopped by Wu Tang in the middle: "The storage bag has already been thrown away..." He looked a little hesitant, "Now you and I are naked and penniless."

Only then did Wen Yanke lower her eyes to look at herself, only to realize that she was wearing the same plain clothes as Wu Tang, and fell silent for a moment.

Wu Tang knew that his junior brother had quite some savings, even though he had no choice but to feel guilty.

Seeing Wen Yanke's face change, she looked at her wrist.

"You still have the bell." Wu Tang explained.

Wen Yanke's body relaxed when she heard the words, and the wooden bed creaked under the weight. It sounded as if it was about to collapse in the next moment, and even half of Wu Tang's voice was covered.

Wen Yanke obediently leaned against the head of the bed and lay down, but her eyes still stayed on Wu Tang, looking up at Wu Tang without taking her eyes off it.

His complexion is still pale, but his eyebrows and eyes are dark. In this way, he is like a wounded young animal in the wild, fragile but not completely docile.

Wu Tang knew what he wanted to ask, and it was nothing more than why he entered Xiaoyao Sect but lived in such a dilapidated house, which couldn't even be called a cave, and why his clothes were still so simple.

For the past few months when Wen Yanke was in a coma, he had been whispering and complaining in his ears every night, and every sentence was ignored. Now the junior brother finally woke up, and was still silently waiting to comfort him.

Like a bullied child who finally has someone to coax him, he feels aggrieved and can't say anything.

Wen Yanke waited patiently for him, both of them were silent and motionless. After a long while, Wu Tang pursed her lips: "I followed them to Xiaoyaozong Mountain just for the sake of medicinal herbs..."

Once the opening was made, the following words became logical: "As a result, after they learned of the medicinal materials I wanted, they threatened that they were the treasure of their clan, and wanted me to copy the prescriptions I compiled, and then signed a contract to keep them for them to make alchemy." .”

"That medicinal material is for me?" Although Wu Tang didn't say it clearly, Wen Yanke was still keenly aware of it.

Wu Tang paused, nodded, and seeing that Wen Yanke didn't ask any more questions, he continued, "I said that the medicinal materials are urgently needed, and I can't wait. I promised to give them to me first. But they sent an elder to come Looking at your injuries, I said that you would not die even in a hundred years or so, so I got angry and quarreled with them."

"Senior brother, my life is very tough..." Wen Yanke lowered her eyelids, her lips curled up, but it didn't make people feel warm, "If there is another time, senior brother, don't worry about me, it will take a while I'll follow up on my own again."

Hearing this, Wu Tang became even more angry: "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not lying..." Wen Yanke raised her head, her eyes heavy, "Even if it's death, that sword must have been blocked for senior brother, otherwise senior brother can rest assured."

These words are like a promise, but also like a prayer.

Wu Tang was stabbed by that expression, his heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible big hand.

"I don't need anyone to protect me with my life." Wu Tang lowered her eyes, her palms clenched into fists, and the scene of Wen Yanke being bitten by ghosts in order to protect him flashed across her mind.

In the past, Wen Yanke just followed him silently, although she occasionally said a few shocking words, Wu Tang regarded it as pure admiration.

But since Yu Ji appeared, his words became more explicit, as if he was stimulated, he also became anxious, eager to confess himself and put it in front of Wu Tang for him to see, as if Wu Tang would disappear if he didn't say so.

Wu Tang knew that it was useless for him to refuse verbally, he had to use reality to show that he would not always be the one who was blocked behind.

He frowned slightly, breaking the silence, and continued: "I wanted to take you away later, but I was prevented from getting out of the mountain protection formation. I was so upset that I went directly into their Treasure Pavilion and stole the medicinal materials. Come out and refine the pill before they found it, but unfortunately they reacted too quickly, they searched for it as soon as they refined it, only had time to hide one, and the rest were snatched back."

The more Wu Tang talked, the more angry she became, she squeezed into the bed and sat down, complaining to Wen Yanke: "They are stingy, it's fine if they don't want to give me the medicinal materials, and they don't let me go to look for it elsewhere, how can there be such a reason."

Wen Yanke looked at Wutang's frowning brows, listened silently for a long while, and finally couldn't help it, leaned closer to his upper body, and kissed him on the lips, licking with the tip of her tongue, as if she wanted to taste the taste of those chattering lips.

"Brother, you've worked hard." The voice whispered between his lips and teeth.

Wu Tang was stunned, and immediately pushed him away and sat down, his ears were a little red.

"I'm done, it's your turn."