The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

Wu Zhi's room.

There was about two meters between the bed and the wooden table.

For normal people, this distance is only a few steps, but for Wu Zhi who is a little crippled, it will take a relatively long time to walk there.

In the plot, Wu Zhi experienced a fire in his early years, and the fire burned his face. When he was escaping, he was crushed to his right leg by a falling beam.

At that time, Wu Zhi's right leg was not very serious. If he went to the doctor in time, there would be no sequelae at all.But at that time, Wu Zhi's family was poor and had no money to see his leg injury. Over time, the muscles and bones of Wu Zhi's right leg were damaged, and he became lame later.

Although his lameness is not severe, compared with ordinary people who walk normally, he is still not as agile and fast.

Ever since he experienced that fire, Wu Zhi has become accustomed to the sight of everyone over the years, and is used to the sympathetic or mocking eyes of others when they look at his masked face and then move to his right leg.

However, at this moment, when walking towards Pan Jinlian, Wu Zhi found that the other party just glanced at his right leg lightly, and then looked away.

There is no pity and regret, let alone contempt and irony.

The other party was very calm, so calm that it could be said to be a little indifferent.There was no emotion in the look that swept over him, as if in this person's eyes, he was no different from a normal person.

Wu Zhi couldn't help thinking, was Pan Jinlian like this in his previous life after discovering the deformity of his legs?

wrong.

In her previous life, Pan Jinlian used harsh words to mock his ugliness and lameness, making him useless.

The memories of the two worlds kept overlapping in Wu Zhi's mind, and Wu Zhi's eyes were filled with deep thought.Things have developed to the present, the difference between this life and the previous life is that he suddenly fell into a coma in this life.

Because he was in a coma, he couldn't go to meet his relatives.

Perhaps there is some connection between Pan Jinlian's difference from what she remembered, and the deviations and changes in these things.

He needs to figure something out.

During the short distance of two meters, Wu Zhi thought a lot in his heart.

But when he walked in front of Fu Zhenhong, all the coldness and undercurrents in his eyes were gone, replaced by a look of restraint in a naive manner.

Fu Zhenhong raised her chin, motioning for Wu Zhi to pour the wine.

Wu Zhi nodded, and after humming in a low voice, he slowly poured the wine that symbolized harmony into the cup.

Fu Zhenhong picked up one of the glasses.

Seeing this, Wu Zhi lowered his eyes and looked at another cup: "Do you want a drink?"

Fu Zhenhong was amused by Wu Zhi's nonsense words, and he asked back, "Otherwise?"

Wu Zhi heard the words, did not speak any more, and silently picked up another glass of carnival wine.

In the last life, he and Pan Jinlian did not drink this Hebei wine.

It's not just because Pan Jinlian hates him and doesn't want to go through these procedures with him.It was because of himself that he didn't have that kind of affection for Pan Jinlian.

He married Pan Jinlian and regarded Pan Jinlian as a responsibility.

At that time, his thinking was also very simple, Pan Jinlian was his wife, and she would treat her well.However, in the end, his tolerance and care for Pan Jinlian got him to be poisoned to death by the other party.

Right now, drinking this Hejiu wine means that there is an extra bond between him and Pan Jinlian.

Do you want a drink...

Wu Zhi asked himself in his heart.

Fu Zhenhong saw that Wu Zhi was just looking at it with a cup of wine, and asked indifferently: "Are you hesitating?"

Hearing Fu Zhenhong's voice, Wu Zhi raised his eyes to look at him, the bride in red wedding dress. After his eyes met the other's, Wu Zhi smiled and replied: "No."

After saying that, Wu Zhi stretched out his hand actively, and passed Fu Zhenhong's wrist with the hand holding the cup.

In addition to superficially representing the eternal knot of newlyweds, this henjiu also represents the harmony of yin and yang between the bride and groom, and has an obvious sexual symbolic meaning.

It is precisely because of this that the alcohol content of Hejiu wine is higher than that of ordinary wine, and it is easier to get intoxicated.

The body of Pan Jinlian that Fu Zhenhong is using now doesn't hold a lot of alcohol.

After drinking a glass of Alcoholic Wine, a trace of drunkenness gradually came up.

However, it may be because it has just been drunk, so the degree is not deep yet.

The scent of Hejin wine lingered between his lips and teeth, Fu Zhenhong subconsciously licked the corners of his lips moistened by the wine.

Wu Zhi, who noticed Fu Zhenhong's small movement, paused slightly, his eyes fell on Fu Zhenhong's lips, and quickly looked away again.

At this time, Fu Zhenhong, who put down the cup, walked to the bronze mirror used for dressing up.He sat on the stool, looked at the hair ornaments on his hair in the mirror, and said to Wu Zhi: "Come here, help me take all these head ornaments."

Although there are not many ornaments on Fu Zhenhong's hair, nor are they complicated and fancy, and it only takes a short time to take them all off, but with Wu Zhi who can order things around, Fu Zhenhong is naturally too lazy to do things by herself to move.

Although she wanted to attack Wu Zhi, but most of the time, Fu Zhenhong still planned to act according to her own mood.

[I know, you are just lazy. ]

Ever since Fu Zhenhong became Pan Jinlian, the weak chicken system, who had been silent all this time, made his first speech after coming to this world.

The real name is San'er, but the system that is actually useless and has no sense of existence is called the weak chicken system by Fu Zhenhong.Ever since Fu Zhenhong worked in the Space-Time Administration, the weak chicken system has followed him through one world after another.

Although it was useless, as a tool for Fu Zhenhong to chat and relieve boredom when she was bored, the weak chicken system was barely qualified.

[You have been following me for so long, you should know that some strategies are in some small details. ]

[Ah, so you asked Wu Dalang to help you get the headgear, there is a mystery in this. ] The weak chicken system murmured in Fu Zhenhong's sea of ​​consciousness.

As for Fu Zhenhong, who was not going to pay attention to the nonsense of the weak chicken system, he directly blocked the system and turned his attention back to the current situation.

After he finished that sentence, Wu Zhi had already walked behind him step by step.

Wu Zhi is tall, although he may be a little lame when walking, but his figure is strong and straight.At this moment, he was standing behind Fu Zhenhong, and his figure fell, covering the sitting Fu Zhenhong in his own shadow.

His face was hidden under the gray mask. Because of the movement of lowering his head, the broken hair on his forehead fell down, and the shadow at the end of the hair covered his eyes with a layer of darkness.

He stretched out his hand and first took off the light golden hairpin on the far right.

Looking at the tip of the hairpin, Wu Zhi couldn't help but think for a moment, if he used this point to directly stab Pan Jinlian's neck, as long as he used some strength and skill, he should be able to kill Pan Jinlian in one blow. Life.

In this way, the hatred in his heart can be completely eliminated.

Killing intent emerges deep in Wu Zhi's eyes.

Just when he was thinking about whether to do it now.Feeling something strange, Fu Zhenhong pretended not to notice, and urged in a tone of impatience because he saw him not moving: "Why are you standing there?"

Fu Zhenhong's words instantly interrupted Wu Zhi's thoughts.

Wu Zhi retracted his eyebrows, tightened his grip on the hairpin in his hand, and then loosened it again. After repeating this once, he also calmed down completely, and began to get other headgear for Fu Zhenhong.

These headdresses were not complicated. Although the colors and patterns looked very vulgar and cheap, they were brought out by Fu Zhenhong with a kind of youthful beauty.

Soon, Wu Zhi took off all these accessories.

After Wu Zhi put the last hair accessory on the dressing table, Fu Zhenhong said again, "Come and comb my hair." He spoke in a calm, natural tone.

Wu Zhi replied, "Okay." Finally, according to what Fu Zhenhong said, he picked up the wooden comb on the side and prepared to comb Fu Zhenhong's hair.

Fu Zhenhong in front of the bronze mirror had black hair hanging down, and her jet-black hair was scattered behind him, only a few strands fell on his chest.

But it's the simplest and casual way of exuding such a natural and lazy beauty that complements Fu Zhenhong's whole body.

Wu Zhi lowered his eyes, and quietly combed Fu Zhenhong's black hair.

The faint fragrance from Fu Zhen's red hair wafted out and slowly lingered to the tip of Wu Zhi's nose.It's a nice smell, not a very elegant fragrance, which cannot be ignored, but it's not too strong, everything seems to be just right.

The candles on the table were burning slowly.

In the swaying candlelight, a warm halo shrouded the air, dyeing the surrounding red silk with a layer of ambiguous light and shadow.

The combination of red silk, wedding candles, incense, and half-drunk wine made the new house linger in a charming atmosphere on this early spring night.

Wu Zhi's gaze shifted from Fu Zhenhong's hair to the bronze mirror.

Looking at herself in the bronze mirror and Pan Jinlian in her wedding gown, perhaps because of the angle, they looked very close to each other in the bronze mirror, and there was even a feeling as if he was hugging the man from behind.

I don't know if it's because the atmosphere in this room is so good, or because the fragrance permeating into the tip of his nose is so pleasant, Wu Zhi feels that he seems to be a little bit drunk.

Otherwise, why for a moment, he actually felt that they were really like a loving couple who just got married.

outrageous.

How could he have such a ridiculous and ridiculous idea.

Is the lesson from the tragic death in the previous life not enough?

Pan Jinlian was his enemy.

Wu Zhi reminded himself in his heart that if he couldn't control it, the strength of combing his hair would subconsciously increase.

And because he just combed to the position of Fu Zhenhong's neck, the increased force caused the teeth of the wooden comb to scrape the back of Fu Zhenhong's neck.

Wu Zhi's strength is not too small, and Fu Zhenhong's skin is more delicate than ordinary people.With this sudden movement, a burst of pain came, and Fu Zhenhong hissed lightly.

He pulled all his hair to one side, exposing the back of his neck, and asked Wu Zhi to check: "Is it red?" He asked.

Wu Zhi didn't speak, his eyes fell on the back of Fu Zhenhong's neck.

Because Fu Zhenhong lowered his head slightly and pushed all his hair to the side, the back of his neck was completely exposed in Wu Zhi's sight.

This snow-white neck has graceful and smooth lines, like a beautiful swan's neck.

This should have been perfect.

But because of a row of marks, this innocence was messed up.

However, the red mark fell on the delicate and smooth skin, adding a kind of abusive beauty.

People want to destroy and make more traces.

Wu Zhi's lips were tightly closed into a sharp and cold straight line, and a fierce light like a knife's edge flashed in his dark pupils.

At this moment, he was like a vicious lone wolf, staring closely at his prey.It is also like a poisonous snake crawling out of the wet and dark mud, with resentment and destructive desire in its waist.

At this moment, looking at the fragile back of the neck, Wu Zhi wanted to just bite down, pierce his skin, and devour his flesh and blood, so as to relieve the abnormal, even somewhat morbid feeling in his heart. Mood swings.

[Xiaohong, I feel that Wu Dalang wants to eat you. ]

There was a bubble in the eating melon system.

Fu Zhenhong ignored the weak chicken system.

He didn't look back either, but looked at Wu Zhi in the bronze mirror, frowned and said, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Hearing Fu Zhenhong's voice, Wu Zhi paused for a moment, pursed his lips, suppressed his emotions calmly, and said to Fu Zhenhong: "Sorry."

His tone sounded sincere and apologetic.

After saying this, he put down the wooden comb, and stroked the red mark on the back of Fu Zhenhong's neck with his hand.

His original intention was to rub Fu Zhenhong to relieve him.

However, due to working all year round, Wu Zhi's hands are not smooth, and there is a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips.Although it's not particularly rough, compared with the overly delicate soft flesh on the back of Fu Zhenhong's neck, it looks a little rough.

So his rubbing, not only did not make Fu Zhenhong feel relieved, but also made the back of Fu Zhenhong's neck look redder because of the friction between his fingertips.

Seeing the marks he created with his own hands, Wu Zhi's eyes gradually deepened.

The emotions in the depths of the eyes also became obscure.