Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

The cave was pitch black, and the surrounding Gu worms were restless.

A few scattered stars in the sky were blocked by distant green hills and cumulus clouds, like a layer of black veil, making them blurry.

There is a lot of grass growing outside the cave, almost half the height of a person. From a distance, it is black and endless. There are also a few flowers dotted in the sea of ​​grass, shining brightly in the dark night.

The climate on the mountain is cold, and the wind is even stronger in the middle of the night, blowing through the cave one after another with howls.

As soon as the wind blows, it falls down, and the grass leaves rustle together with the forest leaves on the distant mountains.

If it is an ordinary mortal grass, it will definitely not be able to withstand such a strong wind.But fortunately, these grasses are not ordinary grasses, they are tough and tenacious, even if they fall over, they will quickly stand up again.

Wu Tang usually uses this kind of grass in alchemy, but this time his goal is not it, even if it is full of caves, Wu Tang has no time to pick it.

A gust of cold wind blew in the cave, and it was freezing to the bone, and the Gu worms seemed to be shivering under the cold wind as their master's emotions ebbed and flowed.

Wu Tang's reaction to Wen Yanke's sudden increase in strength was a little strong, her throat choked up, her brows frowned, her whole body was groggy, and her body was scorching hot.

"Brother?" Wen Yanke called him in a low voice.

Wu Tang's body trembled violently, and he suddenly began to struggle. He not only pulled Wen Yanke's hand away, but also wanted to get up from him, but his waist was held tightly by Wen Yanke, and he couldn't move at all.

After struggling like this for a while, as if he had reached a level he had never experienced before, Wu Tang froze but trembled slightly, and stopped struggling.

After Wen Yanke let go of him, Wu Tang leaned his head on Wen Yanke's shoulder, panting heavily.

After a long time, Wu Tang refused to raise his head.

Even Wen Yanke told him not to move, he only let out a strange muffled groan, and stubbornly curled up in Wen Yanke's neck.

It wasn't until Wen Yanke pinched the back of his neck and raised his head that he realized that something was wrong with Wu Tang. Not only were his ears red and bleeding, but he also closed his eyes tightly, and his eyelashes kept trembling.

"What's wrong?" Wen Yanke's voice was hoarse, and he lightly touched the back of Wu Tang's neck.

Wu Tang immediately blushed even more, and closed her eyes tightly, refusing to open them.

"They all signaled for you to let me go." Wu Tang closed her eyes, and all her breath was blowing on Wen Yanke's ears, as if she had done something bad and was exposed by someone, her voice was a little guilty but still arrogant.

Wen Yanke didn't expect it to happen so soon, and didn't care about the soiled clothes on her body. She was stunned for a moment, and the corners of her lips seemed to smile and then calm down again.

But this moment was caught by Wu Tang's eyes that opened the slits, and she was a little out of breath and wanted to get up from Wen Yanke's body.

But before he got up, the second round of snake venom came surging again.

This round seemed to be even more turbulent than last time, Wutang shrank back, fearing that Wen Yanke would dislike him because of the accident just now, so she blushed and begged: "Good junior brother, help me again, if you want to go back I will give you everything."

This time it was indeed more powerful than last time, Wu Tang's whole mind was confused, and the cold face of the person in sight gradually turned beautiful.

He hummed in a daze and kissed the man's lips, but after the kiss, the face changed back to that of his junior brother, and the strength of the arms on his back became stronger in an instant.

"You're strangling me, why are you so sick?" Wu Tang was delirious, and the words in his mouth were incoherent, "He's not as sick as you."

The joy and sinking in Wen Yanke's eyes was fleeting, and then the pupils shrank suddenly, restrained her actions, and relaxed a little.

Although he knew who Wu Tang was talking about, he still couldn't help asking: "Who?"

"His body is fragrant and soft." Wu Tang was in a daze, sometimes he could hear what Wen Yanke said clearly and sometimes he couldn't hear clearly, as if he was isolated from the outside world and said to himself.

"How do you know?" Wen Yanke's blood went cold, his eyes were icy, and his movements became slow, which made Wutang groan with his eyes closed.

Wu Tang couldn't stand this kind of slow and deliberate teasing, and wanted to struggle, but was restrained by Wen Yanke's arms, unable to move, and her anxious and angry voice sounded like tears.

Of course Wu Tang didn't know, because it was all based on his own imagination.

In his only impression of being close to Yu Ji, Yu Ji didn't seem like a woman, not much different from Wen Yanke.

But Yu Ji's body is a whip, so it's normal that her body is not as soft as an ordinary woman's.

But it was impossible for him to admit it out of his mouth, and he said anxiously: "I just know that I have a mutual affection with him, of course this kind of thing is clearer than you."

The consequence of being stubborn made Wu Tang suffer a lot, until finally he begged him in a crying voice, and he didn't know what he promised to go out in a daze.

Wen Yanke's eyes were filled with an indissoluble black mist, as if some strange beast was hiding in it, and the surrounding black mist was buzzing, just waiting to jump out at a certain time and devour the person in front of him.

Mingming watched him trembling in his hands, his vitals and weaknesses were firmly in his hands, as long as he wanted to, he could control Wu Tang's joys and sorrows as he wished.

It's just that in his heart, it's like a glutton with insatiable desires. Not only is it not satisfying, but it arouses his endless desires.

In the end, Wu Tang didn't know how long it took, the snake's venom finally faded, and he fell into a coma.

When Wu Tang woke up again, he was lying on his own cushion, and the thin blanket covering his body was also well covered.

The surroundings were still pitch black, and he didn't know whether he had just fallen asleep or had slept all day and night.

In the middle of the night, the howling wind in the mountains stopped at this time, and turned into a cool breeze that was warm and cool, and the wind passed by and the grass blades collided with each other in a rustling sound.

The Gu worm beside him was quietly staying in place at this time, occasionally making two rustling whispers with the unknown worm outside the cave.

Wu Tang covered her forehead and rubbed her painful temples.

The memory before falling asleep resurfaced in his mind, and Wu Tang froze.

His body and clothes were clean, it should be that Wen Yanke used the clear water spell on him.

There seemed to be movement around him, Wu Tang didn't dare to look back at all, he could only calm down and pretend that he was still asleep.