Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

Ever since Wu Tang confessed last time that he already knew that Yu Ji was a woman, he had tacitly agreed that this matter had become a tacit secret between the two of them.

Wen Yanke's absence at this time was the best opportunity.

The air seemed to be stagnant at this moment, fine dust floating in the beam of light coming in from the hole.

Wu Tang raised her hands, her heart beat faster.

Yu Ji's eyes stayed on the hairpin, and then moved up to Wu Tang's face——

Wu Tang's eyes were full of hope and apprehension, as if as long as he opened his mouth to take the hairpin, those eyes would shine and people would jump on him.

Wu Tang's eyes were wide open so that he could not miss any subtle expressions on his face.However, when meeting his gaze, it was the one who avoided it first.

Wu Tang's ears were a little unnaturally red, two strands of hair hung down on both sides of his neck, his skin was as thin as brittle glass, almost powdery from underneath.

Magnificent pictures flashed through his mind quickly, three parts memory and seven parts fantasy, all kinds of indescribable thoughts that were suppressed by him rushed out of his brain - even if it was fake, so what?

Wu Tang likes him, trusts him, and can let him do whatever he wants.

So what if he finds out one day, he has already warned Wutang that his things are not allowed to be touched by others, and it is Wutang himself who insists on coming over.

Wu Tang was deceived all by his own imagination, he never admitted a single word.

If he accepts this hairpin, as long as he uses some tricks, Wu Tang will not even find out that he is a man, let alone be inseparable from him.

As long as he wanted to, Wu Tang had no power to resist.

He can touch and kiss him at will just like in his dream...

"You don't like it?" Wu Tang held a hairpin in front of her, her voice couldn't hide her loneliness.

Wu Tang's voice was like a sharp thorn, with a snap, the twisted and absurd fantasy was burst by reason like a bubble.

Wu Tang didn't see Yu Ji accepting the hairpin after a long time, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and the beating became slower and slower, almost for a moment, he thought it had stopped beating.

It is a torment to please others, and every move of the mind will be led by the other party.

Is the hairpin ugly?Or does Yu Ji not like hairpins?Or is Yu Ji tired of him?

Wu Tang felt oppressed, his chest heaved and he took a quick breath to get rid of the feeling of suffocation.

His face was even redder, but it was no longer because of shyness, but because of the embarrassment of expressing wrong feelings.

He was about to withdraw his hand when he heard Yu Ji's voice.

"I never wear hairpins." Yu Ji said, with his hands hanging quietly by his sides, without any intention of taking it.

Wu Tang's misunderstanding of him is a secret that only he knows. The memory of Wu Tang telling him about this matter was sealed up by him. For some reason, Wen Yanke was very afraid of the memory of him and Wu Tang in the Fox Cave. , there is no intention to check it at all.

Originally brewing for a long time, I deliberately spared time to confide to Wu Tang at this time.

He stared firmly into Wu Tang's eyes, what would these eyes think of him after he said that——

Shocked, disgusted, disgusted?

"It's also..." Wu Tang comforted himself, it was indeed inappropriate for Yu Ji to wear hairpins in such a dress.

Even so, he couldn't help feeling sorry.

He took the hairpin back, but Yu Ji didn't like it, even showing him the hairpin wasn't as good-looking as it used to be.

After a quick glance, he put it back in the box and threw it back into the storage bag.

Wu Tang still wanted to ask Yu Ji what he liked to give him, but he heard a loud noise from the distant sky, and the towering mountain top was leveled by something, and the earth-shattering formation shook the ground under his feet, and the gravel rustled Fluttering down from the mountain in the cave where Wu Tang was.

Wu Tang came back to his senses and remembered Wen Yanke who was still outside, so he was so flustered that he used his consciousness to scatter to find Wen Yanke's trace.

However, before he could find it, Yu Ji's expression darkened, and he stepped out of the cave quickly, set up a restriction to wrap the cave completely, and said in a deep voice, "Wait here for me."

"Hey!" Wu Tang anxiously wanted to keep Yu Ji, but his back had disappeared from sight.

Wu Tang was trapped in the cave and couldn't get out, so she became more and more afraid of some earth-shattering danger.

In this powerless situation again, the feeling of panic and shortness of breath spread over Wu Tang's heart again, and he forced himself to calm down.

After all, even Yu Ji's face was downcast, if he also followed, it might not only be of no help but also affect them.

But fortunately, he didn't wait here for long, and Yu Ji soon brought Wen Yanke back with Yu Jian.

Wen Yanke was already in a coma, her eyes were closed tightly, her clothes were torn and her abdomen was torn, blood was gushing out, and the sweet and strong smell of blood immediately dispersed around.

Seeing him from a distance, Wu Tang's heart ached, and he lay down at the entrance of the cave and watched eagerly, and when he was helped in by Yu Ji, he moved closer to him.

"Why are you hurt so badly!" Wu Tang murmured.

Seeing Wen Yanke's injuries from a close distance became even more shocking. Wu Tang's hand that took out the elixir trembled subconsciously, and the porcelain bottle fell to the ground twice.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, squeezed Wen Yanke's chin, and finally fed the elixir into his pale lips.

Fortunately, Wen Yanke's body was covered with skin wounds. The wounds seemed to be bitten by wild animals, and there was a hint of evil spirit at the edges. He didn't know how much blood he had bled. The wounds were faintly white, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

Wu Tang's eyes turned red. If he had known this, he should have gone with Yu Ji at that time, and he would not have suffered such a serious injury.

After feeding the elixir, Wen Yanke's wound stopped bleeding, but the wound was too big and disturbed by residual evil energy, so it would heal in a while.

Only then did Wu Tang heave a sigh of relief.

"The mountain is really dangerous. He actually encountered a group of wolf monsters in the Nascent Soul stage. But don't worry, we have already dealt with it." Yu Ji explained.

Hearing this, Wu Tang took a quick glance at his face, and found that his face had also turned a little pale, so she couldn't help asking anxiously, "Are you also injured?"

Yu Ji shook his head and sat aside: "I'm not injured, you can heal him first."

Wu Tang glanced at him suspiciously. There was indeed no wound on Yu Ji's body, and the wolf monster usually only used itself to attack, and would not use the method of soul attack, which showed that Yu Ji was indeed not injured.

Wu Tang breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but think, in this case, why did Yu Ji look so pale?

As far as Wu Tang knew about Yu Ji, he had a high level of cultivation, he was a deep-minded person who couldn't show his emotions, not to mention being frightened by a pack of wolves and monsters.

Then the most likely reason was that Yu Ji was worried about his junior brother, and his face turned pale with worry when he saw that he was seriously injured.

Wu Tang couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, but the thoughts just passed by in a hurry without leaving any traces, the injury of the junior brother was serious and he didn't have time to think about it.Besides, he was the one who made the agreement with Yu Ji at this time, so he shouldn't be suspicious.

The night was getting darker, and the sky was completely dark.

Yu Ji meditated and adjusted his breath at the side, quietly making no sound.

On the other hand, Wu Tang gave up his soft bedding for Wen Yanke to lie on, and he kept guarding around, concentrating on observing the healing of his injury, wiping off the cold sweat on his forehead from time to time, and feeding him some spiritual springs to moisten his dry, cracked and pale skin. lips.

With intense concentration, after Wen Yanke's wound finally healed, Wu Tang also breathed a sigh of relief, and He Yi also lay down beside him to rest.

The cave is not big, and Wu Tang only brought this set of mats and quilts. The cave floor is uneven and gravel, so he had to lie on his side beside Wen Yanke. The little piece on the corner of the padded edge barely fits.

Wu Tang still remembered that Wen Yanke couldn't be suppressed, and she couldn't sleep peacefully with her hands tied.

Therefore, when the breathing in his ears became hotter and the panting sound became heavier, he was easily woken up and opened his eyes.

It was only at this time that Wu Tang realized that he had been wrapped up in the quilt at some point, and his body was also lying in the center of the cushion, while Wen Yanke, who was supposed to be lying here, was pressing tightly on top of him. He almost squeezed into the depths of the cushion.

Wu Tang woke up and went to see Yu Ji's reaction as soon as he woke up, and saw that he was still adjusting his breath with his eyes closed in the corner, and the paleness on his face had returned to its original state.

Although the cultivator's spiritual sense is more flexible than the eyes, when he saw Yu Ji's closed eyes, Wu Tang reflexively let out a sigh of relief.

Just at the moment when Wu Tang went to see Yu Ji, Wen Yanke bit Wu Tang's ear lightly, her breathing became heavier, and it was scalding hot on Wu Tang's neck, as if she was dissatisfied with Wu Tang's distraction.

The tip of Wutang's nose was filled with the clear scent of Wen Yanke's body mixed with bloody smell, and his neck was itchy from his hanging hair. He covered his bitten ears and glared at Wen Yanke. He really didn't expect Wen Yanke to be so rampant. She just apologized to him, but now she treats him like this again, she can't help feeling annoyed.

He stretched out his hand to push Wen Yanke away, but he was afraid of hurting Wen Yanke, so he only dared to hold Wen Yanke's shoulder and push back.

However, with this push, Wu Tang realized that Wen Yanke's condition was not right, the wounds had healed, but her body was hot and hot, the hair on her forehead was wet, and the corners of her eyes were red.

This scene was so familiar that Wu Tang instantly recalled the origin of Wen Yanke's state from the depths of his memory—he had gone mad again.

Moreover, Wen Yanke's madness seemed to be more serious this time. When Wen Yanke woke up last time, she regained her sanity.

At this time, his eyes were extremely bright under the shining light of the night pearl, and his wet pupils were fixed on him, as if he was expecting something, but there was no sign of sobriety in his movements.