You are like a star, I am a businessman

The sleepy face completely lost the bohemian attitude when he woke up. An Yimo smiled, and slowly held the hand of the person on the bed that was exposed outside the quilt with one hand, propped his arm on the bed, and just watched quietly, keep watch.

Until the evening, Lin Qin came in and saw her second senior brother sleeping on Han Jiao's bed, and Han Jiao had woken up a long time ago, looking in shock at her hand being tightly held by An Yimo, He didn't dare to move, for fear of waking up the sleeping An Yimo, so he simply lay down and didn't move, just staring at the ceiling with his big eyes, with anxiety and horror in his eyes.

Lin Qin was puzzled, this person wouldn't be stupid.

☆. Daily life in Cangwu Mountain ([-])

Today is the third day of Han Jiao's lurking in Cangwu, the wind is sunny and cloudless, Han Jiao opened the door and walked out alone, stretched his waist, in order to heal his injuries, he has been lying on the bed without moving, his bones are all It's too late, it's a good day without Lin Qin who is chattering in my ear like a sparrow.

"Ah!"

Lin Qin, who was developing a medicine formula in retreat, sneezed unexpectedly. Feeling the cold powder blowing from beside her, she tightened up her clothes. It's been cold recently.

It was a day of high clouds and light clouds, and it was the time of autumn harvest and winter storage. Han Jiao was casually walking in Cangwu Mountain, holding a freshly picked dogtail grass in his mouth, with his arms crossed behind his head, and he had the image of a young man who is not doing his job properly. .

Ah squeak! ! !

Um? !What the hell?Han Jiao was taken aback. He lowered his head and took a closer look. There was something with a shell lying on his feet, with his head and limbs stretched out into the shell.

He squatted down and looked at the tortoise's shell, which was azure blue with delicate patterns. It was not an ordinary tortoise at first glance.

"Which Cangwu disciple raised this bastard?"

Han Jiao thought it was fun, rolled his eyes, thought from his heart, took the dog's tail grass in his mouth, then stretched the dog's tail grass into the shell, tickled it, and the scratched turtle shell messed up Shaking, but it just doesn't come out.

"Hey, you little bastard is quite ticklish."

You are a bastard, your whole family is a bastard, and I am a tortoise!Turtle!

The tortoise is not cultivated enough to open its mouth to speak, but it has been cultivated enough to understand people's speech. The tortoise can only complain silently in its heart. The tortoise is not a good temper. He stretched out, jumped forward vigorously, and bit Han Jiao's finger hard. Han Jiao was unprepared and grinned in pain. No matter how he shook it, the tortoise would not let go. It was the first time he saw such a stubborn tortoise.

"Little bastard, let me go! Did you hear me! Otherwise, Grandpa Han, I'll drink your stew!"

The tortoise bit harder, and Han Jiao felt that his fingers were about to break off.

"Oh, don't bite, don't bite, your fingers are going to break, Mr. Turtle! Please hold your mouth high!!"

If you don't let me go, whoever asks you to scratch me and say I'm a bastard, you will be the one who bites.

"Hey, I have a bad temper, okay, you are ruthless, just wait for me."

Han Jiao pointed at the tortoise that was still biting him with the other finger. He turned around and looked around to find a convenient stone on the side of the road. People in Cangwu Mountain are very particular, and there are no weeds on the side of the road. He couldn't see any of the rocks, so he finally found a more suitable one next to a rockery bonsai. He picked up the stone, squatted down, let the turtle touch the ground, and pointed the stone at the turtle.

"Little bastard, believe it or not, if you don't let go, I'll show you!" Han Jiao said viciously, and then drew a few strokes.

The tortoise stared at the eyes as big as mung beans, and gave Han Jiao a supercilious look. I am hard-shelled, so afraid of your broken stone?

The tortoise bit harder, Han Jiao frowned in pain and twisted his face, he lifted up the stone angrily, and was about to smash it down, when a cold voice came from behind.

"Ajiao, stop."

At the same time, the tortoise, the tortoise, and the tortoise immediately let go, and slowly crawled towards the source of the sound.Han Jiao stood up, turned around and saw that it was indeed An Yimo, he blew on the painful finger that was bitten by the turtle, almost bleeding!This little bastard is really ruthless.

An Yimo squatted down and picked up the turtle from the ground.

Han Jiao said calmly, "Hey, it turned out to be a tortoise raised by Master An, no wonder it bites people so badly."

An Yimo looked at the cynical person in front of him, and said: "This is the tortoise that the head brother has been feeding for many years. These days, the head brother went down the mountain to slay the devil and entrusted it to me for the time being. I accidentally hurt Ajiao today. Please help me." Ajiao forgive me."

Han Jiao: "You bastards have such a big platoon, the head of the house takes turns to serve you."

An Yimo explained: "This is the blue-striped tortoise from the East China Sea. It is born with spiritual wisdom. In the past few years, I have followed Cangwu disciples in Cangwu Mountain to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. If I practice diligently and increase my cultivation base, I will definitely be able to do it." Become a divine beast that protects one side."

Han Jiao pursed his lips, thinking in his heart, if he still wants to be a god beast just because of his virtue, he should reincarnate in his next life so as not to be a bastard.

On the fourth day in Cangwu.

In the early morning, Han Jiao didn't feel sleepy anymore after being woken up from the cold, so he simply put on his clothes and went out for a walk. After walking for nearly an hour, Han Jiao hammered his sore legs. Not to the end, but why are there so few people in this huge Cangwu Mountain? What about those disciples?Where are you going?He walked around for a long time, but only saw a few people.

I usually stay in the house and feel that it is very noisy outside, but when I come out, there is no one, it is really a strange place.

Han Jiao was alone, his stomach was growling with hunger. Usually someone would bring food to his room. He was about to go back to eat. He turned around and looked at the unfamiliar scenery, scratching his head. Where did this come from?Looking at the criss-crossing and forking roads, which one is the way back?He is lost, Han Jiao wants to cry but has no tears.

"I'm so hungry! Now that I'm out of the Ming Palace, where else can I go to eat? Where is Cangwu's back kitchen??"

Han Jiao was helpless, there was not even a single person who could ask the way, so he had to bite the bullet and walk forward. As he walked, what came into view was a huge and magnificent palace. He quietly pushed open the back door like a thief. Look to the right, no one is around, and dive in.

Entering the courtyard, pavilions, terraces and waterside pavilions are well arranged.

He has no leisure to enjoy the beautiful scenery now. At this time, the aroma of the food attracted him. He walked around the corridor and saw several stacks of delicate and light dishes on the stone table in the pavilion. Han Jiao, who was already hungry, had bright eyes and a big appetite. Open, rushed up to sit down, consciously picked up the only pair of chopsticks on the table, and started to eat.

Really fragrant!

Sure enough, everything is delicious when you are hungry.

An Yimo walked over from the corridor and saw Han Jiao, who was eating happily, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised on his elegant and dusty face, standing behind Han Jiao silently, just quietly looking at the old man in front of him. Gobble up the smoke.Han Jiao added another bowl of porridge for himself, took a sip, and was about to swallow it. He felt the chill behind him, turned around and looked back, and there was a person standing behind him, his deep and bright eyes were staring unblinkingly. Stare at yourself.

"Cough cough cough cough!!"

Han Jiao choked on the porridge and coughed violently.An Yimo stepped forward and sat beside Han Jiao, put his hand on Han Jiao's back and patted it gently, combing for Han Jiao.

"Why is there no sound when you walk?" Han Jiao complained, causing him to choke.

"Why is Ajiao so interested in running to my place? Why, is the food in the Ming Palace not to your liking? If others find out, they will think that I, Cangwu, do not treat guests well."

Han Jiao stopped coughing and waved his hands again and again.

"No, no, no, very thoughtful, very thoughtful, Cangwu Mountain is too big, I got lost accidentally. I was really hungry, I came here looking for the scent, and I ate your meal, I'm sorry." He said, Han Jiao continued to add more food into his mouth.

"It's okay, let's eat together."

An Yimo ordered someone to add another set of bowls and chopsticks, and ate on his own, eating without talking or sleeping. Cangwu Mountain has always been very polite, so he simply stopped saying a word.

Han Jiao silently picked up the bowl and continued to finish the porridge that choked on him. He touched his slightly full stomach in satisfaction, and then looked at An Yimo satiated. This person can look so good even when eating, He is upright and gentle, even a man can't move his eyes away, compared with him, he seems too rough.

After a while, An Yimo put down the bowl and chopsticks, picked up the square handkerchief stacked next to him, and wiped the corners of his mouth.A maid stepped forward to remove the bowls and plates from the table, and placed a pot of tea and several stacks of exquisite snacks.

"Can you tell me the way back later?"

"I'll take you back."

"Oh, that's great, then there will be Lord Lao An."

An Yimo smiled: "It's okay."

☆. Daily life in Cangwu Mountain ([-])

On the fifth day in Cangwu, Lin Qin broke into Xuandian in a panic and pushed open the door, startling Rong Zhen who was reading a book. Rong Zhen had just returned from the mountain.

Lin Qin yelled loudly, with an extremely angry expression: "Brother, you don't care, if you don't care about your savior, he will turn the world upside down!"

Rong Zhen put down the book and asked, "What happened to Mr. Han?"

Lin Qin complained: "It's not that something happened to him, it's because he played with fire and almost burned my roof down, if he keeps making trouble, Ming Palace will be razed to the ground sooner or later!!"

The corner of Rong Zhen's mouth twitched: "Playing with fire??"

Lin Qin continued to accuse: "You said he was irritating or not. The Cangwu Ming Palace is in charge of herbs, trees, medicine and stones. You also know that the medicine powder will explode when it fills the air. There is no spark at all. He doesn't listen to advice and is stubborn. You have to move a stove in! Then blow up the whole house to its face."

When other people heard the movement, they came to watch. At this moment, a man with a big black face, clothes torn into pieces, and hair standing on end also rushed into the hall. Everyone who watched was shocked. What kind of person is this ? !

The big black face spoke, and spit out a breath of black air from time to time: "I was blown up like this, what did I say!! How old are you and you still like to make small reports, do you think you are still a baby!?"

Lin Qin snorted and rolled his eyes: "You asked for it yourself, who is to blame, my Ming Palace was bombed beyond recognition, I can't find someone to reason with?"

Han Jiao pointed at Lin Qin who was standing next to Rong Zhen with one hand on his hips, and roared angrily: "It's late autumn, who made your Ming Palace so high and cold! Sleeping in it for a night can freeze people to death, I If I don’t find a stove, I won’t freeze to death, who knows that there are so many medicine powders floating in your room, look at me, I’m so handsome, Wushuang’s face has been blown black!” Han Jiao then pointed to his black hair. Into the face of the bottom of the pot.

Lin Qin had never seen such a thick-skinned person: "Damn! Praise yourself, shameless."

Han Jiao said: "Am I wrong? If this is disfigured, I won't be able to get a wife, and I will haunt you for the rest of my life."

Lin Qin said: "If you don't listen to the persuasion, you deserve to be bombed. You stay with me in the house!"

Seeing the heated quarrel between the two, Rong Zhen almost made a move. He hurriedly distanced the two of them, mediating: "Late autumn is approaching, the temperature is dropping sharply, the mountain is high and the house is cold, so Mr. Han's actions can be regarded as good." Within reason."

Lin Qin became anxious again when he heard this: "It makes sense? Does it make sense that he almost blows up Cang Wu? My Ming Temple is too small to accommodate his big Buddha!"

Han Jiao was not to be outdone: "It's really a little demon in the temple, and there are many kings in the shallow water. I can't hold it anymore!"

Rong Zhen raised his forehead, these two people really had a big quarrel for three days, and a small quarrel for two days, it was not worrying, he said: "Why don't Mr. Han change places to live? We have many palaces in Cangwu, and the remaining six halls, Follow your son's will."

Lin Qin echoed: "Tch! I think it's okay, I don't need to look at him every day, I'm still clean."

Han Jiao made a provocative expression to Lin Qin: "We two are tired of each other and can't get along. You should go and play by yourself. I won't serve you anymore, young master."

Lin Qin stared angrily, "You!!"

Han Jiao stared back: "What are you?"

Qin Xuan, who was watching the excitement, said, "Why don't Mr. Han go to my place, the terrain is low, and there are heaters in winter, so it won't be cold."

Han Jiao raised his eyebrows and said in disgust: "Your Jingdian is really as the name suggests. It is sparsely populated and full of books. Usually there are no people. It's too boring. I don't want to go."

Qin Xuan: "Ah..."

Lin Qin was in a hurry: "It would be nice to have you go, and pick and choose."

Han Jiao rolled his eyes: "It's none of your business."

Lin Qin was so stunned by Han Jiao that she couldn't speak: "You!!"

Han Jiao pointed to himself: "Me??"

Rong Zhen showed distress and said: "My mysterious hall is higher than Jingdian, and it's colder. The cold hall of the third junior brother can't come out, but junior brother He is currently practicing in seclusion. I'm afraid he didn't take good care of him. Please warm up and stay with junior sister Wen." The Ming Palace is just right, but I'm afraid it's inappropriate for men and women to live together."

"Go to my place." A cold voice came from outside the door. A person was wearing a silver-blue long gown, half of his hair was tied up with a navy blue jade crown, and a slender red tint between his eyebrows gave his delicate and indifferent features a hint of evil.

An Yimo stepped into the profound hall, and said: "My place is so lively, the terrain is low, and there is a heater in winter, so I will definitely not wrong Mr. Han."

The Qing Hall is in charge of the cultivation of disciples, and it is more lively than the other branch halls. The Qing Hall has a large number of people and is huge and spacious. It is the second largest hall after the main hall of Cangwu, the Xuan Hall.

As soon as Han Jiao saw An Yimo's indifferent and cold face, he became timid, waved his hands again and again and said, "No, no, no, it's too much trouble for Hall Master An, hey hey hey? What are you doing? Let go!!"

An Yimo stepped forward and grabbed Han Jiao's horribly bombed and tattered back collar, and involuntarily led him out of the Profound Hall and walked towards the Qing Hall.

Lin Qin looked at the figures of the two going away, and said, "Finally, there is someone who can restrain him."

Rong Zhen expressed his helplessness, as the head of the sect, he is not as majestic and intimidating as An Yimo, is he usually too approachable, he sighed and shook his head.

Cangwu, Qing Palace.

"An Yimo, let me go, I will go by myself." Han Jiao protested. He saw many disciples of Cangwu who were practicing sword competitions in the square of Qingdian looking at him curiously, and looked at himself in amazement. The hall master is holding a ragged "beggar" with a black face like the bottom of a pot?

All the Cangwu disciples: "...??" What did the master of the palace bring back? ?

Han Jiao's old face turned red, he still wanted face, the elders had to look like elders in front of the juniors, An Yimo let go of Han Jiao's hand, Han Jiao coughed a few times, straightened his collar , walked through the square confidently with head held high and chest high, and greeted the disciples of Cangwu who were watching.

An Yimo: "..." Did I make a wrong choice.

Walking to the place where the back hall lived, Han Jiao looked at the rows of rooms and asked, "An Yimo, which room do I live in?"

An Yimo said calmly: "This is where the disciples live, and the other rooms in the Qing Palace are also full."

Han Jiao was not happy when he heard it: "Ah? Then where do you want me to sleep? Here?" He pointed to the ground of the corridor, feeling that An Yimo wanted him to sleep in the corridor on the floor?It's dark and windy at night, and the cold wind is gusty, it's too harsh.

An Yimo replied solemnly: "Sleep with me."

Han Jiao looked astonished, looked at An Yimo in confusion, and said hesitantly, "This...isn't very good."

An Yimo smiled lightly and said, "You don't dare?"

Han Jiao looked at An Yimo's playful expression and joked, is there anything in this world that Han Jiao dare not?

He said arrogantly: "They're all men, why don't I dare." But he was just awkward, let alone a man since he was a child, he never shared a room or a bed with anyone else.

An Yimo turned around: "Okay, come with me."

The two came to An Yimo's bedroom, the decoration was not as magnificent as Lin Qin's Ming Palace, but classical and elegant, as light as orchid.Han Jiao nodded appreciatively, this An Yimo is quite tasteful, not as vulgar as Lin Qin.

Fortunately, the bed is big enough for two people to sleep, Han Jiao turned around, and then said to An Yimo: "Let me tell you first, I may not be honest when I sleep, every time I wake up, the quilt It's all under the bed, you should include it more."

An Yimo understood, no wonder he explained that the palace was cold, even the thick quilt would be kicked under the bed by him.

An Yimo said: "It doesn't matter."

In the middle of the night, An Yimo woke up from his dream, because a huge momentum kicked him from the bed to the ground, he didn't mind, picked up the quilt, covered Han Jiao, lay down on the bed, and continued to sleep.

The second time, less than a stick of incense passed, An Yimo was kicked out of bed again, he was a little angry, looked at the dancing people on the bed, his expression was slightly distorted, and he was still muttering something, he laughed angrily , picked up the quilt, threw it on the bed, hugged the man into his arms, restrained the restless body, and continued to sleep.

At dawn, when the sky turned white, Han Jiao was awakened by strangulation. He felt numb in his limbs and couldn't move. Seeing An Yimo who was still asleep, lying on his neck and shoulders, with his face close at hand.

Han Jiao was so frightened that he lost sleepiness, his eyes widened, and he yelled.

"what!!!"

boom! ! !An Yimo was kicked down by Han Jiao again, this time Han Jiao did it on purpose.

"An Yimo! Why don't you sleep well and hug me!! You can't be attracted by men who like me, you are too horny!!" Han Jiao hurriedly hugged himself, looking at me in horror. Implanting An Yimo under the bed.

An Yimo's eyes were sleepy, he looked at Han Jiao who was stretching his teeth and claws on the bed, but ignored him, hugged the quilt and walked to the bed to continue sleeping. He was tossed so hard by Han Jiao last night that he didn't sleep much all night.

Lie on the bed, cover the quilt, and fall asleep.

"Hello." Han Jiao poked An Yimo who was lying beside him.

"Don't move." An Yimo's voice was muffled, apparently not waking up.

"Oh, you...forget it." Han Jiao looked out the window, it was still early, so he simply lay down by himself and continued to sleep.

Han Jiao, who was full of sleep, naturally didn't want to be able to fall asleep with his eyes closed like An Yimo's. He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, lying on his side, so bored that he began to observe An Yimo's sleeping face.Fair skin, straight nose, thick and curly eyelashes, peaceful and peaceful sleep, without the feeling of indifference and alienation when waking up, this kind of An Yimo makes people feel closer.

"An Yimo's eyelashes are so long."

Han Jiao stretched out his hand from under the quilt and touched the slightly curled eyelashes. He was handsome but not feminine. The sleeping person seemed to feel it. He frowned slightly and hummed softly. Han Jiao immediately withdrew his hand and waited. After a while, seeing that An Yimo was still awake, he became more courageous.

Han Jiao thought, this person usually puts on a cold and indifferent appearance, keeps strangers away, and rejects people thousands of miles away, but the sleeping appearance is quite cute.

He continued to stretch out his hand, pinching that fair and smooth face viciously, hey, it's as tender as a woman's, how does this man usually take care of it, his skin is better than a woman's.Squeezing like an addiction, and three points harder.

An Yimo had endured him for a long time, opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head, and looked at Han Jiao who was lying next to him making trouble. Han Jiao didn't expect that An Yimo would wake up suddenly, the air froze instantly, and his outstretched hand was still awkward hanging in mid-air.

The Han family took the lead to relieve the embarrassment, silently withdrew their hands, and said embarrassedly: "That...um...it feels good."

An Yimo: "..."

Han Jiao blushed, what do you mean by that look in your eyes?despise me? !

An Yimo stretched out his hand to caress Han Jiao's face, and squeezed it gently.

! ! !Feeling the touch on his face, Han Jiao was taken aback. Is this An Yimo still a child?You were bullied, and you still have to ask for it back?Really.

An Yimo stretched back his hand, ignored Han Jiao, lost sleepiness, and got up, changed and washed on his own.

Han Jiao lay on the bed and looked at An Yimo. He was really a weird person, but the Qing hall was indeed quite warm.

☆. The daily life of Cangwu Mountain ([-])

He finally knew why he couldn't see any people when he was wandering around Cangwu Mountain during certain periods of time, because most of Cangwu's disciples were concentrated in the Qing Palace, and their main task every day was to practice swords, practice swords, nothing else Things are boring enough.

The sky was clear and the weather was sunny. Han Jiao and An Yimo sat on the raised platform in front of Qingdian Square. They had a wide field of vision. They looked from top to bottom, so that they could look at the people who were neatly arranged in the big square and were practicing swordsmanship. Cangwu disciple.

Han Jiao asked An Yimo who was beside him: "Hey, An Yimo, don't you find it boring to stay on Cangwu Mountain every day?"

An Yimo replied: "Every disciple who has gone through many trials and entered Cangwu Mountain has great ambitions. When they learn to go down the mountain in the future, punish evil and promote good, defend the righteous way, or establish their own sect, and become the guardian party. People of justice, they are always working hard for their own goals, so how can they feel bored."

After hearing this, Han Jiao silently gave them a thumbs up in his heart, and then asked: "Is it because they are particularly outstanding that they can stay in Cangwu Mountain and become the next hall master? Just like you."

An Yimo replied: "It's up to them to stay voluntarily. It's up to them to stay or not. Don't force them."

Han Jiao snorted, and said again: "Then do you want to go down the mountain? It's fun to go down the mountain. It's very lively and full of beautiful women."

An Yimo turned around and looked at Han Jiao who looked yearning, and asked indifferently: "You like the mountain so much, why do you still stay in Cangwu?"

Han Jiao was taken aback: "I, I don't have a place to go, besides, I'm gone, you are so boring by yourself, aren't you?" As he spoke, he slapped the arm of the person next to him, showing that he was showing his loyalty.

"If there are evil spirits and ghosts endangering the world, I will go down the mountain to quell the chaos."

"Then don't forget to take me with you when the time comes."

The late autumn sunlight shone on the two of them profusely. Han Jiao stretched his waist, lay back, crossed his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and looked cynical.Looking up at the sky, it is as clear as blue, dotted with white clouds, and the sky is clear. The mountains in the distance are piled up and green, like a painting in ink. Han Jiao glanced to the side, and a person who came out of the painting was sitting in front of him. Beauty, so comfortable.

Han Jiao asked in a strange way: "An Yimo, do you have someone you like?"

An Yimo replied: "Yes."

Han Jiao sat up immediately, he was very curious as to which girl could make such an extraordinary and talented An Yimo like her.He continued to ask: "Who is it? Tell me, which fairy is it?"

An Yimo remained silent, but turned his head and glanced at Han Jiao indifferently, then shifted his gaze to other places, and did not respond to Han Jiao's question.

Han Jiao looked at An Yimo expectantly, waited for a while, saw that An Yimo ignored him, felt bored, and lay down again.

"Tch, don't say it if you don't say it, how stingy."

An Yimo asked back: "Then, do you have someone you like?" His tone was a little cautious, Han Jiao didn't think too much, and simply replied: "Yes, she has liked me since she was a child, but she doesn't seem to like me. Like treating me as a brother, she is very tough, and when it comes to fighting, one woman is worth ten men, but I like this, not squeamish."

An Yimo's eyes darkened, he just hummed and stopped talking.

The air became quiet again, and Han Jiao had nothing to say to chat.

Han Jiao asked: "An Yimo, have you ever drunk?"

An Yimo "No."

Han Jiao was surprised that there are still people in this world who have never drunk alcohol.

"It shouldn't be, you Cangwu can't help drinking, a man who hasn't even drunk is considered a man."

An Yimo retorted: "If you don't drink, you can't be considered a man. What an absurd theory."

Han Jiao said again: "Let me tell you, there is a place in my hometown where pear trees are planted all over the mountains and plains. There is a kind of wine called Lihuabai in that place. It is made from pear blossoms. It is delicious. Brew this kind of wine, wait until the pear blossoms bloom in spring, I will make it for you to taste."

"Drinking is wrong."

"Oh, flower wine has no stamina, you won't get drunk, it's delicious, sweet, and delicious, okay?"

"it is good."

On the seventh day of lurking in Cangwu.

Han Jiao had nothing to do during the day, so he simply practiced swordsmanship with Cangwu's disciples. He knew he was not good at swordsmanship, so he might as well take advantage of this time to practice more, which can be regarded as mastering one more art of body protection.

At the end of the evening, Han Jiao followed his disciples to eat something casually in the dining hall, returned to the dormitory, took a shower, and was about to lie down and take a good rest, when there was a rustling sound outside the door, as if someone came to the door, But it was a long time before the door was pushed, instead there was a muffled sound, Han Jiao felt strange, he walked to the door, opened the door, and saw a person lying on the ground, his silver-blue robe was stained red with blood.

"!!! I'm going! An Yimo, what's wrong with you!!??"

Han Jiao hurriedly carried An Yimo, who was covered in blood and bruises, into the room and put him on the bed. An Yimo frowned and closed his eyes tightly. The blood flowed so much that his mind was no longer clear.

"Persist for a while, and I'll call a doctor for you."

Han Jiao was about to get up, but An Yimo held his hand tightly and said something softly.If you don't go, you will completely lose consciousness and pass out completely.

Han Jiao said anxiously: "You are so injured, what can you do if you don't call a doctor, and I don't know how to do medicine."

He pulled his hand out, but An Yimo still held it tightly, and An Yimo fainted, with such strength in his hand, Han Jiao had no choice but to say, "Okay, okay, I won't go, you Let go of your hand, and I will apply the medicine and bandage myself."

Only then did the strength in his hand decrease, so Han Jiao quickly pulled out his hand and searched around the dormitory for a long time before he found a medicine box. He opened it and looked, and it was quite complete.

Han Jiao looked at the person on the bed and thought, in the middle of the night, An Yimo didn't want to find a pharmacist after being so injured. Could it be that there was something else hidden?Or because he didn't want to say anything, and didn't want others to worry about him?You are so strong, I respect you for being a man, Han Jiao admires you.

The clothes stuck to the wound, bloody and bloody. Han Jiao didn't dare to move rashly. He carefully cut off An Yimo's clothes with scissors, and found a deep knife wound on An Yimo's shoulder blade and thigh. There was blood all over the place, and there were scars of different lengths and depths in other places. These were only superficial injuries. Han Jiao put his hand on An Yimo's wrist to test his pulse.

Han Jiao was startled when he saw it. A person with extremely high force value like An Yimo was injured like this. Could it be that he couldn't fight back and let others beat him?Or was it besieged by several top experts?I never heard that An Yimo forged any deep hatred outside.

Some scars have scabbed over, and some scars are still bleeding. Han Jiao sprinkled hemostatic powder on the bleeding wound, wrapped it tightly with a bandage, and evenly applied the healing ointment on the wound that had stopped bleeding, and then Putting on the bandage, Han Jiao gently, afraid of hurting An Yimo.When everything was done, he brought a basin of warm water from the outside. There was a handkerchief in the water to wipe off the blood on An Yimo's body. The water in the basin turned red.

Han Jiao moved An Yimo into the bed, covered the quilt with slight movements, sat on the edge of the bed, held An Yimo's hand, and slowly channeled his spiritual power to calm his chaotic pulse and protect his heart. pulse.

A powerful force bounced Han Jiao's hand away. It's really strange, why there is such a strong momentum in An Yimo's body to resist the spiritual power I sent, and it is still rampaging inside An Yimo's body.

Han Jiao took An Yimo's hand again, and continued to send more spiritual power to fight against that momentum, and it took a lot of effort and spiritual power to suppress that momentum.Han Jiao took a deep breath, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, put An Yimo's hand under the quilt, and covered it up.

Han Jiao was so tired tonight, he simply lay down next to An Yimo with his clothes on, closed his eyes, and had no dreams all night.

The next morning, Han Jiao woke up on the ground. An Yimo was lying on the bed and fell asleep, safe and sound, maintaining the posture of last night. He sat on the ground and scratched his head. How could he be on the ground? Sleeping dishonestly in the middle of the night, kicking yourself out of bed? ?

☆, Jiang Ku, the master of Nili Hall

According to the previous transaction, Jiang Ku and Wan Zisu led Jiang Yuan, the head of Nili Hall, out of Qingming Mountain.

On the edge of the cliff, a man in black and a man in white were besieged by hundreds of people. They fought bloody battles and were cornered. The man in white turned blood red. The man in black was obviously in a bad situation. The blade wound became tattered, and he covered his violently heaving chest with his blood-stained hand, panting.

The two leaned together, holding their swords tightly, looking defensively at the dark people in front of them. Those people were all disciples of Ni Litang, dressed in blue-patterned clothes, but they didn't have a familiar face, obviously they had been changed by the National People's Congress. .The besiegers approached little by little, and there was a cliff behind them, and there was no way out.

There was a path between the group of people, and in the distance, a woman in a dark blue dress and a woman in a purple robe were walking side by side, slowly approaching.The dark blue woman's two swords, one of which was in her hand, flashed a faint cold light, sheathed the other sword, and put it on her waist. She has a slender figure, a cold face, and no emotion. What Jiang Ku is going to do today, You must be ruthless, without the slightest emotion. The woman in purple has a pale face without a trace of blood, and her slender hands hang down by her side, pale and weak. They are not weapons training hands. Anyone who knows her identity knows that those hands Seemingly harmless, but in fact it is highly poisonous and will kill you if you touch it. This person is Wan Zisu, the master of Wanhuang Hall who is known as the "Poison Head" of the Qing Ming Sect. A wicked smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, which made people shudder.She waited for this day, but waited for a long time.

Before the man in black said anything, the man in white next to him became anxious. He was so angry that he said angrily, "Jiang Ku! You ungrateful white-eyed wolf. If there is no hall master, you would have died a long time ago. You are allowed to act recklessly here. , do such a rebellious thing today, you are a traitor to the entire Ni Li Tang!"

Wan Zisu joked: "It's not up to you whether to be a traitor or not. The winner gets everything, and the loser can only turn into a handful of loess. Right and wrong are decided by the winner, including the truth." On the thin chin, the long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, as if looking up and down at the two people in front of them, pondered for a while, and then said again: "Jiang Yuan, the master of Nili Hall, and his deputy Lin Shuang, have ulterior motives and mean rebelliousness, which is a crime. Zhu, just this one, there is no pardon, killing you now is considered a great achievement for me.

Jiang Yuan didn't pay attention to Wan Zisu's accusations of confusing right and wrong. Instead, he turned his attention to Jiang Ku who was on the sidelines. There was no sorrow or joy in his eyes, neither resentment nor hatred. He was very calm, as if this day He had expected it a long time ago, but it was Lin Shuang, who was different.

Lin Shuang glared at the person who smeared nonsense at will, her eyes were red, and said, "You have no evidence, the leader will not believe it."

Wan Zisu smiled contemptuously: "Oh? Are you sure it is unfounded? Now that we have reached this point, we have a perfect countermeasure." She reached out and took out a letterhead from her sleeve. Looking at Lin Shuang's face, he slowly opened it, and unfolded the letter inside, at a proper distance so that Lin Shuang could see the writing on the letter.

Wan Zisu said with a smile: "Vice Envoy Lin, do you look familiar? The words in black and white, how should you refute them?"

Lin Shuang was stunned. His handwriting was on the letter paper, but he definitely never wrote this letter. He even dared not even think about it. If the leader believed it, he would kill him [-] times. Can't be overemphasized.Even if you don't believe it now, Yin Bang is very suspicious, and he will never allow the disaster in his heart to live in this world.Wan Zisu took a fancy to this point, no matter what, as long as she took this step, her long-standing enemy would undoubtedly die.

Lin Shuang's eyes widened in disbelief: "This is... my handwriting, how can you imitate it?" His handwriting is peculiar, and he thinks that no one in the world can imitate it, but the letter is right there. In front of him, not only was it imitated, but it was also so similar, so lifelike that there was no flaw, even he almost thought that he had really written it.

Wan Zisu put away the letter paper, carefully folded it according to the creases of the original paper, put it into the sleeve, and said: "It was bought with a lot of money, so there is no reason why it is different. It is meaningless to say more, and it is not worth arguing about it now." , might as well think about how to die more happily."

Lin Shuang still didn't give up: "Right and wrong are right and wrong, people's hearts are free, I have never done it!"

Wan Zisu chuckled