The villain can be teased but cannot be attacked

Xue Xun had quite a few wounds on his body, and they weren't very pretty. They were twisted and twisted, as if they were covered with centipedes.Among them, most of them are newly added, and they are left over from the battle of Houluya.

Fu Zisu's movements were very gentle, he carefully avoided the wound and wiped it gently.Maybe the water temperature was a little low in the middle, he even covered Xue Xun with the quilt, and waited until hot water was added before wiping again.

While he was doing this, Xue Xun kept staring at him.

He couldn't understand what the man in front of him was thinking.

Looking at it now, it was undoubtedly Fu Zisu who saved him.

For hundreds of years, the Immortal Dao and the Devil's Cult have been fighting to the death all day long. He and Fu Zisu have also fought many times. It's strange to say that this person always hits the mark every time.

In other words, Xue Xun never understood him.

He was thinking about it, but Fu Zisu said, "When you are able to speak, I will tell you what you ask."

Xue Xun sneered a few times in his heart, closed his eyes, and ignored it.

After a while, the rustling movements stopped, and then the warm fingers pressed against his belly, as if hesitating.

Xue Xun knew what he was going to do, his eyebrows jumped, but he didn't even lift his eyelids, so he let him go.

It was just a simple moment of brushing his body and changing his medicine, Xue Xun fell into a coma again.

After the wound medicine slowly soaked in, Fu Zisu put on the clothes for Xue Xun again, got up and washed his hands, then blew out the oil lamp, and lay down on the side of the bed.

Fu Zisu stared at the person in front of him for a moment, breathing weakly and intermittently, he was really afraid, really afraid that the person would disappear again when he opened his eyes.

Just like leaving without saying goodbye countless times before.

In the past few days, Xue Xun would always wake up at a certain time, and would fall asleep at an irregular time.

During the period, Fu Zisu would also talk to him about some outside things, but most of the time he would avoid the words "immortal way" and "devil religion", for fear that he would think too much.

Once, Fu Zisu boiled some medicine, hesitated for a long time before feeding it lightly to Xue Xun.Unexpectedly, Xue Xun's throat was very sore, and the sip of the medicine juice slipped down, like pouring cold water into a hot oil pan, Xue Xun's throat was extremely itchy, and he immediately coughed violently.

His cough sounded like it was coming from his chest, it was dull and dull, and it made people feel uncomfortable just listening to it.With his coughing, the wound on his body that had finally scabbed open, and blood oozes instantly.

distressed?

Xue Xun was sure that he saw the trance that just passed Fu Zisu's eyes.

Is he feeling sorry for him?

Immediately he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Who would "kindly" feel sorry for a big devil who has killed countless people and stained his hands with blood, and everyone wants to kill him?

Oh, he must have read it wrong.

For several days in a row, Xue Xun was seriously injured and did not drink any water. His originally pale face turned pale now. Fu Zisu had no choice but to sit by the bed and infuse some spiritual power for him every day.But he didn't dare to lose too much, for fear that Xue Xun's body would not be able to bear it.

It has to be said that Xue Xun's body's self-healing ability is also strong, and the itching in his throat has been much better within half a month. At least drinking some liquid food is no longer a problem.

"...What, what is this?" Xue Xun turned to the beginning, and refused to drink the concoction in the bowl with some resistance.

"You're hurt too badly, I'm here to heal your wounds," Fu Zisu paused, and then took a sip, "It's a little hot, wait for a while to cool before drinking."

"...I didn't mean this..."

"It should be ready." Fu Zisu picked up the medicine bowl, blew a few mouthfuls, then pinched Xue Xun's chin, and fed and drank a few more mouthfuls irresistibly.

Xue Xun still felt a little uncomfortable in his throat, and his consciousness was still a little dazed, so he drank it naturally.

Fu Zisu asked Xue Xun to lean in his arms, gently wiped away the water stains around his mouth with his fingers, put one hand on his waist, and seemed to whisper in a low voice: "Sleep, when you wake up, everything will be fine." alright."

Xue Xun only felt groggy, and in Fu Zisu's arms, the cool and pleasant sandalwood fragrance came in straight through his nose, and he couldn't help sniffing a few more.Maybe it was the effect of the medicine or something else. In short, Xue Xun tilted his head and fell asleep again.

In the past few days, every time Xue Xun woke up, Fu Zisu would feed him a bowl of concoction indiscriminately.

Xue Xun also wanted to resist, but before he could say anything, he was fed a mouthful of concoction.What's more, his current arm is convulsed and weak, as long as he moves, an almost numb pain will go up the meridians and penetrate into his heart.

Repeated this several times, once Xue Xun woke up, he would pass out again within a short time.

Drowsy, his complexion has improved slightly compared to the previous few days, but compared to ordinary people, it is still pale and weak.

This state continued for several days, until Xue Xun stared at the medicine bowl in his hand, and suddenly realized something:

"... What did you put in it?"

Fu Zisu lowered his eyes, and moved the bowl slightly to the side: "It's nothing, I just put some soothing things in it."

"Anshen?" Xue Xun sneered, "I think it's true that you don't want me to talk."

"……I do not have."

Xue Xun sneered again, he wanted to sit up, but because his body was really weak, he just held on for a while and then fell back down.

Fu Zisu had no choice but to help him lean on his shoulders, and sat up a little more upright.

Xue Xun really hated the time when he was weak and incompetent but had to rely on others.

Seeing Fu Zisu bring the medicine bowl over again, he tilted his head and said hastily, "Don't forget what you said before, no matter what I ask, you will tell me."

Fu Zisu froze for a moment, put the medicine bowl on the small table next to the bed, and gently blew his eyes: "You ask."

"...Where are we now?"

"Autumn White Mountain." Fu Zisu said.

Xue Xun closed his eyes, as if he was thinking, or maybe he was simply sleepy.

For a moment, Fu Zisu also couldn't understand what the man in his arms was thinking, but the more Xue Xun was like this, the more panicked he was.Rather, he was looking forward to what Xue Xun would ask.

The more Xue Xun asked, the more sure he was in his heart, and the more he controlled Xue Xun.

But now...

Xue Xun said, "I'm tired and want to rest."

He waited for a while, but seeing that Fu Zisu was also slow to move, he couldn't help but frowned. Just as he was about to open his eyes and say something angrily, he felt his jaw tighten, and the warm breath rushed towards his face.

The soft lips cling to the soft ones, gently but irresistibly tossing and sucking, as if to appease the anxiety in his heart, or maybe just to calm the uneasiness in his heart.

After Xue Xun came to his senses, he was about to get up and stretch out his hand to push away, but Fu Zisu grabbed both wrists and easily pressed it to his lower abdomen. With a little force, he pushed Xue Xun's straight body back.

"Fu..."

All the sobs were silenced, and Xue Xun was forced to hold his head up, enduring everything from the outside world.He only felt that the throat was dry and burning, as if it was going to burn his whole body.

In fact, when it comes to these aspects of love and love, Xue Xun really doesn't know as much as Fu Zisu.

Xue Xun has been a soul child for so many years, every time he came to a world, he was thinking about how to live, and thinking about how to make the mission goal go smoothly according to the life trajectory he stipulated.

There is no time to talk about love, not even time to read a few pornographic books.

Erotic pictures?Does he still have pictures of the summer palace, autumn palace and winter palace? !

Ah, bah, bah, what are they!

Besides, the love and love he has come into contact with in the outside world is nothing more than the love between men and women, and he has never tasted the feeling between two men.

When Xue Xun felt that he was about to suffocate, Fu Zisu kindly let go of him. He immediately turned his head and breathed in fresh air, his face also turned an abnormal blush because of this.

He clearly heard someone chuckling from above his head: "Axun, you should practice hard..."

"……Shut up!"

Xue Xun gritted his teeth and said.

After speaking, he coughed slightly again.

Seeing that he was a little uncomfortable, Fu Zisu immediately stopped teasing him, and immediately helped him lie down, stretching out his hand to gently follow his breath on his chest.

Only then did Xue Xun feel more at ease.

"You rest well, and I'll come back later."

Xue Xun listened to the movement of him getting up and leaving, as well as the sound of opening and closing the door, and he opened his eyes only after all the sounds disappeared.

There was a chill in my heart.

What he taboos the most in his life is close contact with people.

Over the years of doing tasks, there has never been an exception, let alone such a close contact.

Xue Xun felt the wetness on his lips, and just wanted to wipe it with his hand, but when his arm moved, he would feel unbearable pain and his fingertips would feel cold. After several repeated attempts, he had to give up.

What followed was the thing that had been suppressed in his heart for hundreds of years, which had always disgusted him the most.

In the next few days, Xue Xun never looked at him with a good face again. Either he opened his mouth with sarcastic remarks, or he didn't speak for several days, directly suffocating people to death. .

Fu Zisu knew that what he did that day was a bit out of line, but he also knew that once Xue Xun's temper came up, he could only follow the hair, and if it didn't suit him, he would blow it up, and he would be anxious with you.

If the medicine is cold, then reheat it; if the porridge is too weak, then go and make another bowl.

Everything is done according to Xue Xun's intention.

Within a month, Xue Xun's injury has improved a lot. At least the most effective thing is that he can walk on the ground. Although he still needs to use external objects, it is also a joyful thing.

But the joy that was built with great difficulty, just happened to be wiped out in one morning.

All previous efforts were for naught.

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