The third uncle always wants to elope

Hua Chen who was standing not far away nodded in agreement.

"Master! You're bad!" the festive-looking girl shouted coquettishly, and softly punched Bai Yilang with her fist.

Bai Yilang's eyes were full of tenderness, and he said slowly: "Okay, let's stop making trouble, Yuexi, and Huachen, go prepare some hot water and food."

Yuexi, who was acting like a baby next to her, heard this, she immediately put away her naive attitude, and dragged Huachen down bouncing down.

"Do you like it here?"

Bai Yilang's magnetic voice rang in his ears, the boy didn't seem to hear it, and still hugged him blankly.

Bai Yilang didn't hear his response, and was not in a hurry, he held his hand tightly and walked slowly into the room.

As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a seductive aroma from the tip of his nose. The young man sniffed hard, and then began to struggle violently. The man in white didn't pay attention for a while, and was kicked in the wrist. The young man looked thin, but his strength was as strong as Buffalo, Bai Yilang immediately felt a little numbness on his wrist.

"Hey! Brat, why are you kicking our master!" Yue Xi's face was full of anger.

The young man turned a deaf ear to it, and as soon as the man in white put him down, he started to sweep the table like a hungry wolf.

He doesn't know how to use chopsticks, so he can only grasp it with his hands, which are still stained with mud and dried blood. Yuexi saw with his own eyes that the rice in his palm was turned into a ball of dust, and the boy swallowed it in one gulp.

The little girl naturally loves to be clean. Yuexi's almond-sized eyes were instantly filled with disgust, and she moved a little further away from the table. Huachen also seemed to be frightened, but she didn't exaggerate like Yuexi. A little stunned.

Bai Yilang rubbed the center of his brows, covered the flash of sadness in his eyes with his slender fingertips, sighed softly, walked forward slowly and grabbed the boy's two wrists.

Seeing that his hands were charged, the young man's eyes froze, his eyes became fierce, and he opened his mouth, revealing his small fangs, wanting to bite.

Bai Yilang didn't seem to be flustered, he controlled the boy in his arms with ease, and said to Hua Chen: "Get me a rope."

Hua Chen nodded immediately, but Yue Xi who was next to him was dumbfounded by the situation, and when he realized it, he wanted to catch the boy too.

"Don't come over here," Bai Yilang snarled, with unprecedented severity in his voice, which scared Yuexi to the spot.

Hua Chen quickly found the rope and wanted to come over to help him, but Bai Yilang also stopped him.

Bai Yilang: "Throw me the rope"

Hua Chen hurriedly threw the rope in his hand to him, Bai Yilang moved very quickly, while the young man struggled and resisted fiercely, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was ferocious, and he looked very manic and restless.

But no matter how he broke free, his wrist seemed to be clamped by iron clamps, and he couldn't move an inch.

The action of the white-clothed man looked refined and elegant, his slender fingers seemed to be juggling, but his speed was unambiguous, and he quickly tied up the struggling young man.

The boy's angry red eyes stared at him closely, as if he wanted to eat people.

Bai Yilang carelessly stroked the boy's knotted hair, "Go and wash first, it's not too late to eat after washing."

The boy still didn't seem to hear it, and continued to twist his body, trying to break free from the rope.

Yuexi gradually couldn't see it anymore, and persuaded loudly: "It's not that I won't give you food, you will have a stomachache if you eat like this!"

The young man also turned a deaf ear, looking at Bai Yilang with resentment for a while, and looking earnestly at the food on the table for a while.

But Bai Yilang didn't talk to him any more, put him on his shoulders, and walked to the back room separated by the screen.

The angry young man opened his mouth and wanted to bite the white clothed man's neck, but seeing the fair and moist skin glowing smoothly under the light, like a piece of fine white jade, the young man couldn't help closing his mouth again.

Put the boy on the ground, next to a large wooden barrel with hot water, steaming and steaming, and there are many unnamed medicinal materials in it. The unique bitter fragrance makes people relax their tense nerves.

"Take it off yourself, or I'll take it off for you"

Bai Yilang smiled at the corners of his eyes, and the heat lingered around him, which made his facial features feel unreal and hazy. Although his tone was gentle, there was an undeniable deterrence in his words.

The young man stood beside the barrel blankly, neither speaking nor moving.

Seeing his appearance, Bai Yilang paused, and stepped forward to untie his rope.

As soon as the rope was loosened, the young man ran outside like a wild horse, but as soon as he touched the screen, the young man was bounced back like a slingshot, and fell to the ground fiercely like a broken kite. Not feeling discouraged, he got up again and repeatedly slammed into the screen.

Bai Yilang sighed softly, sat down on the sandalwood armchair beside him, and watched him act like a monkey.

After bumping into it dozens of times, the young man finally got tired and fell to the ground panting heavily. The scabbed wound on his body began to bleed fresh blood again. He looked at the beam above his head, his eyes were like black jade, although he was beautiful but Dim and lacklustre.

Bai Yilang stood up from the chair, looked at him quietly for a while, and then said slowly: "Tired?"

The boy still raised his head and looked up, not knowing what he was looking at.

The man in white didn't speak anymore, he stretched out his hand, touched the belt around his waist, and began to untie it for him.

The wound on his body had already begun to inflame, his clothes were stained with blood on the wound, if he pulled it lightly, the wound would leave a piece of flesh and blood.

There was some haze between the brows of the white-clothed man, and there was some pain in his eyes. Although he felt pity in his heart, his movements were ruthless. He lifted the corner of the boy's clothes and was about to take them off. Before he took off half of the clothes, the boy's body reacted reflexively. When he froze, the man in white stopped his movements for a while, looked up at the young man, and found that his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was paler than white paper, but his eyes were still indifferent, and his body was as stiff as a stone statue.

Slowly put down the boy's clothes with his fingertips, and suddenly thought of the pain-numbing medicines in his brother's room, but although the effect was wonderful, I'm afraid the man's medicines were all poisonous.

I was not at ease, but looking at the young man's pale face, complexities flashed in his eyes, he looked at the palm of his hand, and finally sighed self-deprecatingly, "Forget it, if it's you, it's okay to break the precept."

After a while, a faint silver light seemed to pass through his white palms, and the palms were down, covering the young man's eyebrows. The young man paused, and a cold air flowed slowly along his mind. to every corner of the body.

Afterwards, the young man was a little surprised to find that all the sensations in his body seemed to have disappeared, and he could no longer feel any pain. His eyes flashed, and he looked at Bai Yilang's face dumbly.

Sensing his gaze, Bai Yilang smiled, "I blocked the pain, you won't feel the pain for a while, but the time is very short and can only last for an hour."

The young man looked at him intently, his eyes burning like fire.

Fortunately, this white-clothed man is not a big girl, otherwise I'm afraid he will make a big blush.

After shielding the boy's pain, Bai Yilang's movements became more agile, and he quickly peeled off the boy.

Rao is a man in white who has gone through thousands of vicissitudes, and his face is so gloomy that he is about to drip.

His body was full of knife wounds, marks of biting and whipping, bloody, and there was no good place to be found. Even if he took off the most carefully, there was still a layer of skin and flesh in some serious places, and some deep places could even see the roots inside. The white bones, the scariest part is not these, but the dark purple bruise on the neck, which is still very conspicuous on this bruised body.

He picked up the boy carefully and put him in the steaming wooden barrel. The boy who no longer felt pain was very quiet, obediently sitting beside the barrel, lost in thought.

The man in white took the water ladle and poured water on the boy's body one by one, and washed his hair carefully with soap horn, his movements were gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure in the world.

After washing, he took the washing utensils and began to clean the wound in his mouth. The blood on the boy's body was slowly washed away, leaving only a large bucket of bloody water, and Bai Yilang replaced it with a large bucket of clean water , put the boy in.

Seeing that the hour was approaching, Bai Yilang quickly wiped off the water stains on the young man, and carried him to the bed. The table had been cleaned up and there was a box full of medicine bottles on it.

duplicity little girl

Bai Yilang shook his head and laughed, took the medicine bottle and began to give the boy medicine.

Seeing that there were only these large and small bottles and cans left on the table where food was just placed, the young man was a little curious, and quickly took one of the medicine bottles, intending to pour it into his mouth.

Although Bai Yilang didn't look at him, his movements were nimble, his slender phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, he quickly covered the boy's mouth, and pulled the medicine bottle out of his hand.

The cold body temperature in the palm of the hand was imprinted on the warm lips of the young man, and the cool plum fragrance in the sleeves was poured into the tip of the nose at once.

The young man finally calmed down, and Bai Yilang felt a little relieved. No matter how strong his heart was, he seemed a little tired after being tense for too long. Lick, it seemed to taste good, and I started to bite lightly with my small fangs.

Bai Yilang's eyes moved slightly, he put his hand down, pinched the boy's cheek instead, and pulled it apart fiercely. In an instant, the boy with a dull face was pulled out into a weird look, which looked very funny.

"You can't eat these," he said towards the medicine bottle next to him. Seeing the boy nodded, he withdrew his hand and continued to take the medicine.

The slender fingertips danced flexibly in front of his chest, and the boy's eyes gradually dimmed.

"You can't eat this either." The man in white raised his head lazily.

The young man nodded dully, his eyes seemed to have flashed disappointment, and he returned to his usual dullness.

Finally, the medicine was given to the boy, and he was wrapped up heavily with clean cloth strips. After wrapping his body, the man in white took the boy over and began to check his face. The wound on his face was fine, except for some wounds. Terrible bruises, but nothing serious.

After rubbing some ointment on his face, Bai Yilang got off the bed, found a child's clothes from a corner, and dressed him carefully.

Finally, the young man who looked worse than the little beggar just now is now wearing clean clothes. Although his face is bruised and his original appearance cannot be seen, he is also much better than this morning.

The boy's eyes were like a newborn baby, very clean, with a little novelty, and a little naivety, looking straight at him.

Bai Yilang smiled lightly, with long eyebrows like willows, and tenderness in his eyes, "What's your name?"

The boy was still looking at him, his bright black eyes could clearly reflect the face of the man in white.

"Samcheong"

Bai Yilang's thin lips parted slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"How about this name?"

Seeing that the boy was still unwilling to speak, his dark pupils were fixed on him.

Bai Yilang didn't feel discouraged either, and gently touched the top of his head.

"Having Double Books"

The boy didn't respond from the beginning to the end, thinking of a piece of wood that could only breathe.

Bai Yilang smiled and retracted his hand, "This is my name."

Before going out, Bai Yilang turned his head slightly, and the young man could see his sharp side face.

When he thought he was going to say something, Bai Yilang walked away slowly.

"Hai...double...books"

After he left, the boy who looked like a stone statue finally spoke, his voice was very hoarse, like a child who had just started to learn to speak, and the babbling was not clear.