Beautiful lady, why not follow the thief

Yan Heng pretended to be dizzy for the first time. He was inexperienced. He planned to finish it. After scaring Xie Wuqiu, he "woke up leisurely" and asked, "What happened to me just now? Did I faint? It's all right, maybe I'm hungry."

Unexpectedly, Xie Wuqiu picked him up, sealed several big acupuncture points on him, and finally touched his sleepy acupuncture point, this time he passed out even if he didn't faint.

When Yan Heng recovered his consciousness, they had already returned to the Kuangyu Building.

Yan Heng woke up in his own bed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a young man sitting next to him, with picturesque features, handsome and peaceful, but very strange.He immediately touched the needle subconsciously to prick him, but the young man looked sideways at him, and the corners of his eyes and brows moved accordingly, with a bit of a flamboyant air, Yan Heng suddenly remembered who it was.

It's Xie Wuqiu.

His true colors.

Xie Wuqiu noticed that Yan Heng's fingers moved slightly, held him backhanded, and asked in a low voice: "Are you awake?"

He was wearing a raw face—even though it was his own original face—but Yan Heng was still very uncomfortable, propped his elbows and moved back a little: "You..."

"Huh?" Xie Wuqiu tilted his head in confusion, seeing Yan Heng staring at his face, he realized something after a while, and smiled, "What's the matter, Master Yan isn't used to it? Didn't he see it a long time ago."

Just saw that one time... most of the time was static.Yan Heng thought silently in his heart.

However, when Xie Wuqiu laughed like that, Yan Heng suddenly felt that the previous face and the present one were indeed the same person.

Same look, same voice, same look.

Yan Heng looked at him quietly and didn't speak for a long time, Xie Wuqiu let him watch, and even moved closer to let him look more carefully: "Why don't you speak, are you fascinated by me?"

Yan Heng snorted softly, turned his eyes away, took his hand out of his palm, and looked down for the boots under the bed.

"Hey, lie down, be honest, I am a big living person here, why can't I talk?"

Xie Wuqiu wanted to push him back to the bed, but Yan Heng stopped him with his arms across: "I'll walk down and try to see if I still have feeling in my legs. Get out of the way."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Yan Heng pushed for a long time but couldn't push Xie Wuqiu away, and looked at him inexplicably, but saw Xie Wuqiu staring at his legs, wondering what he was thinking, and tightly pursing his lips.

"Get up, what's wrong?" Yan Heng pushed him again, this time Xie Wuqiu finally let go of the hand that stopped him.

Yan Heng stood up, his legs were a little numb, so he trembled a little. He straightened his body without a trace, and just about to take two steps outside, his arm was suddenly grabbed by the person beside the bed, and he pulled him back.

Xie Wuqiu's force was extremely strong, and the force was sudden. Yan Heng was already standing unsteadily, but was dragged staggered and fell into Xie Wuqiu's arms.

He fell hard, and his chin hit Xie Wuqiu's shoulder, almost biting his tongue, but Xie Wuqiu didn't make a sound, Yan Heng covered his mouth and supported his shoulder to stand up again, but Xie Wuqiu's hand pressed tightly on his back Waist, do not give him a chance to get up.

Yan Heng turned his head while maintaining this awkward and ambiguous posture, and in front of him was Xie Wuqiu's cold and tense jawline.

"What are you doing?" Yan Heng glared at him, "Is there anyone who bullies patients like this?"

Xie Wuqiu seemed to smile slightly: "Patient? If all the patients in the world are like you, the doctor will have no way to survive."

"What do you mean?" Yan Heng patted him on the shoulder, "Let go, my leg hurts."

Xie Wuqiu really obeyed and let go of his hand, but only for a moment - the hand moved down slightly, dragging Yan Heng's leg to hug him up, so that his leg didn't hit the edge of the bed again.

But this posture is even more frightening, Yan Heng's knees were kneeling on the bed, and his whole body almost straddled Xie Wuqiu's waist.

After reacting, Yan Heng's face was quickly stained with blush, his eyes were full of anger, and with a movement of his fingertips, the "Red Crisp Hand" touched Xie Wuqiu's vital point: "Are you going to let it go? If you don't let it go, don't blame me for being cruel." hand--"

Before he finished speaking, what continued was a clear and crisp sound of a needle falling to the ground.

Hongsu's hand fell from Yan Heng's fingertips.

—— Xie Wuqiu leaned forward suddenly, and sealed his lips with a kiss.

The hand that was able to hold the needle without moving even if it was tortured by the witch hazel to the extreme, lost its reputation for such a sudden movement.

Xie Wuqiu licked Yan Heng's lips around his mouth, bit them hard, and then backed away, but just as he retreated a little distance, seeing Yan Heng's wet lips because of him, he seemed to be possessed again. It went up, but this time, without waiting for him to explore further, Yan Heng slapped his stomach heavily, and he immediately shrank while clutching his stomach.

Yan Heng took the opportunity to break free from his confinement, turned around and patched his foot again, Xie Wuqiu didn't dodge, but grabbed his ankle and pulled him back, how could Yan Heng get caught this time, he immediately used his strength to spin and escape up his hand.

Yan Heng wiped his lips with his sleeve, and looked at Xie Wuqiu with a complicated expression.

Xie Wuqiu, on the other hand, let you scold me as much as I want, and wiped my lips, and said with a smile: "The medicine tastes so bitter, but the host is very sweet."

The veins on Yan Heng's forehead twitched and he gritted his teeth and asked him, "If Xie Shaoxia's Chunmeng hasn't woken up yet, you can go to the Fireworks Lane on Yangliu Street. Don't just gnaw on someone. There is no distinction between men and women."

Yan Heng has often been ridiculed for his feminine face. If someone jokes about it and says something nasty, Yan Heng will often ask him to taste the most poisonous hidden weapon on the twelfth floor. Xie Wuqiu is usually not Being serious, Yan Heng almost guessed what he would say later.

However, Xie Wuqiu didn't say a single word about those imaginary dirty words, he just smiled with the corners of his mouth bent, looked up at Yan Heng and said: "I'm just asking for a reward in advance, Lord Yan has always been rich and powerful, this time it shouldn't be too much." Will it be too stingy?"

Yan Heng asked suspiciously, "What kind of reward?"

Xie Wuqiu stood up and walked towards Yan Heng, when he got to his side, he took out a stack of paper from his pocket, stitched the edges with thread, the handwriting on it was messy, and threw it into Yan Heng's arms.

Yan Heng caught it and looked down. The word like a dog crawling was really puzzling. Yan Heng had a strange expression on his face, only to hear Xie Wuqiu say next to him: "The real golden hazel song. You don't have to thank me, that's all. Once, burn after reading, check at night."

After leaving such a string of words, Xie Wuqiu missed him and walked back.

Yan Heng held the stack of papers in astonishment, turned around suddenly, watched Xie Wuqiu push open the door, and left without looking back.

He lowered his head again, and suddenly recognized the opening sentence.

That is also the first sentence of the mental method handed down by the Yan family.

"The way in the song is to follow the heart and not the track."

Witch hazel...

Xie Wuqiu actually gave it to him like this.

***

The white-glazed and secret-colored porcelain on the ground seems to be still yesterday.Before Ye Yin died, they had a negotiation to reach a consensus.

Xie Wuqiu said to him: Don't think about the true Fa.

At that time Yan Heng answered that it was impossible.

"I'm doing it for your own good."

Xie Wuqiu said so.

"For me? You for yourself."

"It's not bad for you. Your kung fu practice is too evil. If you stop early, it will be good for everyone."

It is indeed impossible, even if he is not the landlord of the twelfth floor, and without other various purposes, this matter is also impossible.Because the song of witch hazel is his continuation song.

"Young Master Xie is so naive. But, I can't stop, you, a disciple of Xinglin Valley, can't you see it today..."

"—I can't tell, am I a three-yin-jumping meridian?"

Xie Wuqiu's shocked face was still there yesterday: "You...what are you talking about, Sanyin...exhausted pulse?!"

This is indeed hard to believe.

Three yin and blood vessels, how could it be possible to live to this day?Even the doctor said that Yan Heng would not live past twenty.

But this year, he is already in his twenties.

That's the credit of the golden hazel song, and it's the purpose of Yan Shouwei letting Yan Heng practice the golden hazel song since he was a child.

Sanyin Juemai is a bloodline that is born to lose its qi and blood and die.He had to use the golden hazel to suck the blood of others to continue his life, and the side effects brought by the golden hazel, those reversed true qi, could not be tolerated by others, so no generation of the Yan family successfully practiced the golden hazel Qu, including Yan Shouwei.But when it came to Yan Heng, he succeeded, because his special blood was able to slowly dispel the reversed true energy in his body, and with the aid of medicinal baths, he managed to survive.

It's just that although you survived, you have to suffer from time to time.

"The only way I can save my life is to practice the golden hazel song and suck other people's blood. Now, if you abolish the mind method, you will die. If you don't abolish death, it will be slower. Since you still want to use my strength to find the next golden hazel song, why don't you let it go?" I die slower?"

At that time, Xie Wuqiu asked Yan Heng to abolish the witch hazel song, and Yan Heng told the truth.

"So, either give me the method of bending the heart with witch hazel, or help me nourish the pulse, you choose one."

Xie Wuqiu naturally chose the latter, because he is a descendant of Xinglin Valley, the fifth-generation successor who shoulders the prophecy of the master, and the one who came to end the song of witch hazel.

But now, why did he still hand over the upper mind?Yan Heng couldn't believe it.

And that ridiculous "reward".

Yan Heng said in his heart: That kid will never be so naive as to think that he was doing a good person for no reason by helping him clear his grievances in public at the sword meeting that day, and he was just taking advantage of his reputation as a "borrower" to attack him. Cangya Mountain just brought down Qin Duanyang.

Of course... There is also a little selfishness in wanting to help him.

But will this child soften his heart too easily?After suffering such a big loss, and suffering for another four years, do you still dare to believe that he is such a veritable villain?

The author has something to say:

(Forced to add drama to himself) Liu Shang: The one who is soft-hearted is obviously you, the young master, crying

Xie Wuqiu: This is love~~