All sentient beings are infatuated and drunk, and the south and the north are double dragons

*

Zhao Yun anxiously paced through the temple, only to feel that the thin book in his arms was as heavy as a lead block.

The rain fell from the broken beams of the roof and hit his tasseled white robe, and there was a sound, but he didn't realize it. The right hand is pounded heavily into the left palm. A vertical mark tangled in the center of his eyebrows, and he didn't feel the pain, and even his temples jumped suddenly.

Never in his life had he been so restless and ashamed.

When pacing, he always squatted down quickly, looking at Qi Han, or motionless.

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the hair on Qi Han's cheeks and brushed it well, but he could no longer be as calm as before.

Even his fingers trembled a little.

The young man's face was still pale, but his lips were a little red because of the golden talisman entering his body. The dignified and quiet beauty, and the visual contrast with the smelting, make him give birth to a peerless charm, which makes people breathe suffocating.

This person, even if he is asleep and his eyes closed, still has the magic power to sink people.

Zhao Yun's heart jumped, and he hurriedly took his eyes off his face, as if he was a thief. But when he dodged his gaze, he accidentally saw a new light pink wound on the young man's waist and abdomen. The mysterious golden talisman miraculously healed it, leaving a huge peach blossom that bloomed strangely on the smooth white belly, silently silently with color and fragrance.

As if he was stunned by the scar, Zhao Yun was stunned in his heart, and he actually stretched out his hand and stroked it, with a touch of pity flashing in his eyes.

He seemed to see the young man witty and fighting in the moonlight, chic and proud.

This wound should not have been stored in the first place...... The reason why it was engraved on the young man's body and almost took his life was because Zhang Yan made himself appear and distracted Qi Han's mind.

But why was he distracted?

Zhao Yun still remembers that when Qi Han misidentified others, the voice was full of excitement and dependence. I still remember the "Ah Yun" when he looked at himself and was stunned.

His stunned distraction is actually very abnormal. It seems that every time he faces himself and faces things that involve him, he will suddenly change from that clever and intelligent wonderful person to a mildly stupid idiot. This is also the reason why Zhang Yan was able to succeed in one blow and succeed in the sneak attack.

Thinking of this, an inexplicable throbbing and tenderness rose in Zhao Yun's heart: "All this, does it also mean that in Qi Han's heart, he is completely different from others?"

Before I knew it, there was a rush of warmth in my chest. Zhao Yun was so engrossed that he forgot about his fingertips and kept patrolling Qi Han's waist. When he finally came back to his senses, the warm body temperature under his hands, the smooth and soft skin, instantly burned his fingers. Zhao Yun's face was hot, and he was about to withdraw his rude hand, but he suddenly remembered Yu Ji's words. At this moment, my heart really fluttered, and my heart beat wildly like a drum.

Under the white armor, his broad chest rose and fell sharply, and although self-blame and contradictions suppressed his heart, an inexplicable and strong desire suddenly rose again.

Fingertips gently roamed back and forth over the man's waist and abdomen...... Seems to want to get something more.

Xiang controlled his steady breathing, followed by the touch of his fingers, panicked, and his heart gradually became irritable. Zhao Yun looked at the young man's exquisite face, as if he saw him smiling at him, and in an instant, the electric current passed, only to feel that his whole body was hot, his chest was hot, and the blood was accelerating.

Between the lightning and flint, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhao Yun's mind.

He suddenly felt that he and Qi Han seemed to be pitted by Yu Ji.

**

A simple house, with a canopy of grass and leaky windows, can only barely shelter from the wind and rain.

Before you know it, it's dusk.

The room was dark and dark, and someone lit a small lamp.

The lamp oil is very shallow, and the light is like a bean. A small layer of oil accumulated in the broken pottery pot, and the wick was gray and black and swaying.

Zhao Yun took off the small wood of the rafters, and the thatched window fell down, shielding the wind and rain from the wind and rain, and also blocking the light outside. The room became darker, and even the boy in the bed couldn't really see it.

Finding this remote and poor farmhouse to spend the night, Qi Han woke up once halfway, and when he saw that he was leaning on Zhao Yun's arms, he smiled very reassuringly. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Zhao Yun stopped him, took him half up and half left, and fed him some rough and thin porridge. With food in his stomach, Qi Han's body became more sleepy at first, and he soon fell asleep again.

It's just that this sleep is unusually unstable.

Zhao Yun asked the farmer for an oil lamp early, and paid him some five-baht coins, instructing him not to disturb him. This peasant family only has a half hundred widowers living alone, and seeing that Zhao Yunren is tall and big, with a silver gun, how dare he say nothing. Even if he doesn't give him money, he has to obediently shrink to the firewood and let the couch out.

Qi Han's sleep was like a fish in a boiling oil pot, moaning softly and endlessly. Zhao Yun knew that he was different, so he didn't say much, just filled hot water, kneaded up the cloth towel, and quietly helped him wipe the sweat on his forehead. His face was always calm, but his heart became more and more uneasy.

Twelve hours......

It's dusk. If you really don't understand it for twelve hours, there will be a risk of exploding and dying? Yu Ji's words were like a spell, stirring Zhao Yun's mind, chaotic like a ball.

Qi Han's face became redder and redder, and although he was asleep, his brows were still wrinkled. It seems very uncomfortable. The sound of rapid breathing, the soft moaning and whimpering in the throat, and the sound of constantly pulling the placket of the garment and rubbing the limbs against the bed board and shaking uneasily were particularly bewildering in the cramped, dimly lit room. Zhao Yun helped him close the torn placket again and again, and his fingertips touched his open chest, which was scorching hot.

"Akan. Zhao Yun leaned down and called him in a low voice, trying to wake him up. But the latter turned a deaf ear and did not respond. Only trapped in the confusion and chaos, he stretched out his white and slender fingers, impatiently probed into his neckline, and ripped his plain clothes apart.

The cover had already been kicked away by him, and Qi Han half-bent one leg and twisted his body.

Zhao Yun had already tied his robe very well, but the force he pulled was very strong, and the neckline was pulled two inches apart, just because of the belt around his waist, he could stop there, half scattered and half scattered. Zhao Yun stared at his open neckline, his neck was as white as jade, and the looming collarbone was like two pieces of beauty, his breath was warm, exuding an irresistible invitation...... His eyes changed, and his gaze gradually became hot.

The green silk spread out behind his back was scattered, and the sweaty hair hung down, and the strands were crumbling, dangling on the exposed reddish skin with his rapid breathing and movements.

They didn't seem to be shaking on Qi Han's body, but more like spring willow twigs in March, scratching the tip of Zhao Yun's heart. The swaying made his whole body like a lightning strike, numb and hot.

All day, he didn't dare to look directly at this person. Unexpectedly, as soon as he was stunned, his eyes were glued and locked by him, and he couldn't take them away.

Zhao Yun's eyes became inexplicably deep.

He finally leaned down and began to stare carefully at the gentle and handsome man in his arms.

Slightly calloused fingers, gently brushing his smooth cheeks. There was some light sweat on it, and it was very hot.

In fact, he often looked at Qi Han sleeping with motionless eyes without squinting.

But I have never seen him show such an emotional appearance, and I have never exceeded half a minute, and I have never thought of reaching out to touch his face.

Qi Han sighed because of his touch, closed his eyes tightly, and frowned even tighter. Suddenly he reached out and hugged his arm.

Zhao Yun's breath stopped.

But it soon recovered, and it became urgent and fast.

This man, he couldn't resist.

This person is a friend he is willing to accompany for the rest of his life.

This person is the person he sincerely wants to protect, and even never wants to leave.

He couldn't resist, but he chose to resist.

He's a friend, but he's not just a friend.

He never wanted to leave this man, but he seemed to have a reason to leave.

……

Now he had to do something to this man that he might never forgive. Whether it's Qi Han or himself. From then on, they ceased to be friends, and from then on, he ceased to be the brother of the man's mouth.

Zhao Yun's hand trembled slightly, sliding from Qi Han's thin face to his fiery neck, brushing his undulating chest, slowly crossing the placket, and handing over to the white belt embroidered with cyan stripes.

Yes, Qi Han likes to wear plain white clothes.

Faint and curling, such as the frost moon, such as dew, the son is flawless, elegant and natural.

Zhao Yun suddenly couldn't untie his own knotted belt.

His hands trembled, and he just instinctively wanted to do something. Before he met Qi Han, he didn't even have the idea of doing such a thing. And how do you know what to do?

The knot of the belt was tied too tightly, he tied it himself. What's more, Qi Han has been making trouble, constantly rubbing, constantly grabbing with his hands, lightly opening his thin lips and gasping, exhaling hot breath, all sprayed on Zhao Yun's face.

Zhao Yun's forehead was covered with sweat. It seems to be more than Qi Hanliu. I don't know if it's because of the heat, or because of the nervousness, or whatever.

He gritted his teeth, and finally untied the Bo belt that was in the way.

Wrapped under the white clothes is a slender and straight body, delicate but not weak. Now the narrow waist is sent slowly, tossing and turning on the couch, sometimes rising, sometimes falling slowly, it seems that he can't wait to invite someone, and like a willow and a green pine, he wants to refuse and welcome.

Up to now, Zhao Yun's gaze was only back and forth around his waist, but he didn't dare to look below his trousers.

It's ambiguous enough...... I didn't dare to move even the slightest thought, and even the fiery eyes only dared to be entangled in the wound on my waist, and I didn't dare to move.

Zhao Yun also warmed up, and he felt that there was a fire burning in his young body. In that fire, there was a lot of sadness, a lot of helplessness, both unbearable and passionate, both painful and powerless to resist.

As if he had finally made a decision, he reached out and slowly untied his shirt.

A cumulberry rain fell from the top of the canopy and landed on Zhao Yun□□'s shoulder, and the splash splashed on Qi Han's white cheeks, leaving a trace of thatched dirt. It is like the purest white piece of paper, which has been impregnated with a clumsy gray-brown ink, destroying the beauty and ruining the paper.

Zhao Yun was shocked by this scene, his pupils shrank, as if he had woken up in horror.

Then, like a frightened tiger and leopard, he jumped to his feet, took three or four steps back in succession, rushed to the window, and quickly and resolutely pushed open the thick thatched window.

The cold air poured in instantly, and Zhao Yun took a hard breath. He turned around and turned back to the bed, picked up the bucket of cold water that had cooled Qi Han, and poured it down on top of his head. In an instant, the heat on his body disappeared, and an inexplicable coolness rose in his heart.

It turned out that he couldn't do it.

If he wants to insult Qi Han in this way, he can't do it. To use this way, to lose this person forever, he can't do it!

……

Zhao Yun braved the light rain to bring cold water back from the well, and it was not hot, but directly screwed on Qi Han's face.

and pressed heavily on his hands and feet, Neiguan, Shixuan, Laogong, Yongquan and other acupoints.

Zhao Yun actually didn't know the air pockets of the human body, but these places were seen from the doctors, and the methods often used by doctors during first aid were used by doctors to stimulate patients who were in critical condition with sharp pain. He had already made up his mind at this time, and he was bent on waking up Qi Han.

After being so busy, the hard work paid off, and when he pressed the Hegu point on his palm, Qi Han's mouth trembled, and he slowly opened his eyelids.

Hot, hot.

Emptiness, stagnation, stuffiness, all kinds of sensations stimulate the senses, Qi Han frowned.

“…… Ah Yun?" his low voice was deep. Qi Han felt that the feeling on his body was very strange, and he grabbed the palm of Zhao Yunzheng's hand that was about to leave at the right time, his eyes full of doubts.

Zhao Yun said: "Yu Ji saved you with a strange talisman, but ......"

He paused slightly, as if he was a little hesitant, but he still briefly and concisely relayed the disadvantages of "ichthyosaurization" in the original words. Then, while Qi Han was still sober, he took out the essence of the book "Taiping Technique" from his arms and handed it to him.

"Akan, Yu Ji said that there is no solution to this talisman, you might think of a way?"

In fact, a large part of the reason why Zhao Yun decided to wake him up was because Qi Han was unexpectedly clever. He always felt that maybe Qi Han was awakened, and it would be much better for the two of them to find a way together than to rashly dismantle him and eat him in his belly. No matter what, he didn't want to do anything against his conscience to Qi Han who was in a coma, let alone this kind of thing, which would cause the two to finally part ways and resentment for the rest of their lives.

Qi Han's pupils widened, and his face was full of shock, as if he had heard strange talk.

“…… This Yu Ji, dead old man, this is too bad!" Qi Han said angrily. A pair of delicate eyebrows rose upside down, and the pupils overflowed with anger.

Zhao Yun lowered his head, and his heart was gloomy: "He really hates men, and he thinks this kind of thing is extremely bad!"

Qi Han didn't know what Zhao Yun was thinking, he just felt that his whole body was hot, and there was something wrong with him, and there was even that

Zhao Yun: "......"

Qi Han pursed his lips angrily, tilted his head and began to fantasize that Yu Ji was a shriveled old man, surrounded by a group of strong men with five big and three thick, and then like this, all hands and feet, nonsense, if you want to live, you can't die...... I can't help but be happy, I can't beat my legs and laugh wildly to vent my anger. Unexpectedly, this fantasy is just this, and the heat flow in the body is becoming more and more wanton.

Qi Han tore off the white robe on his body, like a dehydrated fish, frowning and lying on the edge of the bed gasping for breath.

Zhao Yun listened to his words, his cheeks were slightly hot, he raised his hand and touched his nose, got up with an unnatural expression, brought a bowl of water, and gave him a drink.

The lights in the room were dim, Qi Han didn't notice Zhao Yun's cramped face, and kept scolding Yu Ji, and he also said: Scolding him by himself can distract him.

So, he scolded from Yu Ji's ancestral hometown of Langya County, and then scolded him for his disciple Gong Chong, and even sat on his writings Taiping Qinglingdao, none of which could be spared. Scolding him for being in the Wu County Retreat is to propagate heresy, scolding him for preaching and reading Taoist books to confuse the people's hearts, and scolding him for burning incense and worshiping the soil is even more superstitious, and it really harms people.

Zhao Yun touched his nose again, listened silently, and secretly laughed in his heart: "Actually, what he scolded is not wrong." ”

But more than that, he was surprised, Qi Han seemed to know a lot about Master Ji, he was not a member of the Taiping Sect, but he could know so much inside information, which was really surprising. In particular, many of the things Qi Han said had never even been heard of by him, and he didn't know if it was random or true.

After Qi Han scolded Yu Ji, the feeling of heat on his body was still fierce, thinking that he might explode and die at any time, or that he would finally be crushed by a man and lose his chrysanthemum, so he was furious, and he turned around and scolded the world.

This time, he started from Pangu to break the chaos of Hongmeng, and scolded to the female snail to create a human Fuxi to draw hexagrams, the three religions of the congenital, the three Qing Daluo, the East China Sea Guanyin Cihang Master, the Jade Emperor Yama Burning Lamp Bodhi, but everything related to Taoism, he blindly scolded. Regardless of Lao Tzu Nanhua or Tai Xuan Ziyun, as long as they are the great sages and great patriarchs of Taoism, they are all scolded by him and are worthless.

Qi Han's scolding is completely different from the shrew's scolding on the street, it is by no means blindly abusive, and it is not up to standard. He is very talented in his chest, well-read and knowledgeable, quotes scriptures, and turns between his lips and tongue, but the words are like jade, sharp and sharp. At the time of acupuncture, he can often get to the point and express a lot of insights on the shortcomings of each family.

Zhao Yun listened and laughed, and was attracted by his words in the end, and listened to it with relish and found it very interesting. For a while, like Qi Han, he really diverted his attention and forgot about the heat and inappropriateness on the other party.

Every time Qi Han scolded for a while, Zhao Yun smiled and brought a bowl of cold water to drink with him, so he didn't have to worry about dry mouth.

Qi Han went from heaven to earth, scolding the generals, and finally it was the turn of the Taiping Dao Zhang Jiao brothers, just after saying a sentence "Just say that this Tiangong General is the most unkind thing" suddenly moved his heart, shut up and looked at Zhao Yun. said secretly: "Oh no, I actually scolded Ah Yun's previous boss, should he be angry with me?"

saw Zhao Yun's eyebrows stretched and he was looking at himself with a smile. The eyes are soft and gentle, and there is an indescribable pampering meaning.

That peaceful and joyful feeling touched Qi Han's heart almost instantly. Looking at Zhao Yun's smiling eyebrows, Qi Han's heart moved, and he escaped a gratuitous throbbing, but he was instantly scattered and couldn't be found.

"Are you tired of scolding? Zhao Yun laughed and helped him lie down. At this point, the embarrassment and embarrassment that had been in his heart before miraculously dissipated.

No matter how big the problem is, as long as Qi Han can face it with him, Zhao Yun will have a stable settlement in his heart. It's not so much that Qi Han relies on him on weekdays, but that this whole day is thinking about Qi Han's reliability in his heart. Although it was almost dawn at this moment, and there were less than four left from Yu Ji's so-called twelve hours, Zhao Yun was no longer as flustered as before.

Qi Han's mood was a little calmer, his body was still boiling, and his anger did not drop. As soon as my attention returned, I immediately felt uncomfortable. He was also tired of scolding, but his breathing was still muddy and hot, and his eyes moved to catch a glance at the shabby yellowed thin book beside the bed, and without thinking about it, he picked it up and looked at it.

Zhao Yun handed over the oil lamp and took a closer look.

Qi Han raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat, bent his upper body naked in front of the bed, and took advantage of the dim firelight to read with difficulty. But he reads books very quickly, and at a glance he almost sees ten lines.

"Craftsman", "Tibetan Easy", "Materia Medica", "Fu Zheng", "Yuben", "Qinglingshu", ...... In addition to the two articles of Craftsman and Zhou Yi, there are still many merits in detail, and the rest of the articles basically only have a brief introduction, and there is not even any content. The more Qi Han looked at it, the more dazzled and impetuous.

Damn, where did this old man pass on the essence of the Taiping Technique to him? Obviously he just passed a catalog to him! No matter, the next time I see that old man, I must give him a meal and help him find a man!

Qi Han turned the page and thought angrily, but his gaze suddenly stopped on the "Fu Gang Chapter", and he was inexplicably stunned.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yun's eyes moved.

Qi Han was stunned and looked at it a few times, to make sure that he was not mistaken, and suddenly threw the entire book aside, and laughed wildly-

"Ah Yun, do you know that the old man Yu Ji is lying to you!"

Zhao Yun looked confused, and before he could react, Qi Han had already recited the few words he had just read: "Ichthyosaurus, also known as Yin and Yang, gathers the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, and makes up for the lack of human body." Dead and white bones, reconcile the two qi, and benefit the damage...... Those who have recovered from injuries and have too much yin and yang are not worried, boiling blood for a week, dissipating heat and sweating, full of desire, and self-liberation at twelve o'clock is also ......"

Qi Han's voice stopped, and he laughed with tears. I feel that the hot sweat on my body is also comfortable, and although the burning desire in my body is strong, it is not impossible to suppress it with will. He has always been the best at this, and now that the demons in his heart are solved, he doesn't feel that it is too difficult.

But he felt more and more that Yu Ji, the old man, was hateful, and he actually talked nonsense and coaxed Zhao Yun. made him nervous, thinking that he was either going to explode to death due to heat, or to become a rabbit and condescend to others.

Twelve hours should be self-extricating......

Zhao Yun was completely dumbfounded when he heard this. remembered that he had almost done such a wrong thing to Qi Han, only to feel that his face was hot, the top of his head was numb, and his back was dripping with cold sweat. He also didn't understand what Yu Ji's move meant, and what good would it do him to deceive them like this?

Qi Han's mood was relieved, and the whole person was in good spirits. Touching the scar on his abdomen and studying it for a while, he came to the conclusion that the strange talisman of the demon path was really magical. The two chatted a few words, and when he saw Zhao Yun's eyes, he knew that he had not stopped day and night, and he was tired from running around in the rain, so he forced Zhao Yun to lie down.

The two of them hadn't slept in the same bed for a long time, and after those beautiful pictures, where could Zhao Yun still fall asleep lightly? Soon he stretched his eyebrows, smiled on his lips, and fell into a groggy sleep.

The farmer's earthen bed is wide enough for two people to sleep together. Although it is not very clean, Zhao Yun has already swept himself during the day, and he can barely do it.

Zhao Yun turned sideways, looking at Qi Han's peaceful sleeping face, and was in a trance for a while. If it weren't for the beads of sweat on his forehead, he would have thought that these encounters were just a bizarre dream.

……

Early the next morning, Qi Han woke up and found himself lying sideways with Zhao Yun, his body very close.

The whole body is warm and melting, and there seems to be no sweat, and I can't feel the coldness of autumn.

Zhao Yun's hand drooped on him, holding him in an almost hugging posture, inexplicably a little weird, as if he was still asleep.

He didn't know that Zhao Yun didn't sleep in the middle of the night last night, and he kept wiping the hot sweat with Bupa. It wasn't until the end of the night that the dry qi in his body gradually melted away, and the whole thing was settled, and Zhao Yun was completely relieved and lay down to sleep.

Qi Han let out a light "hmm" in a daze, feeling that the arm pressing on his body was very heavy and uncomfortable, so he gently moved a hand out of Zhao Yun's arms and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

He glanced back sideways, but found that Zhao Yun was still with his eyelids closed, his snort was long, and he was still asleep, so he swallowed the "Ah Yun" in his throat stiffly.

On weekdays, Zhao Yun was abnormally alert, but he should have woken up a long time ago, but today he slept so calmly that he must have been very tired. Qi Han thought like this, and was afraid of waking him up, so he didn't dare to move, and only let his arm press him.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that something was wrong behind him.

Hey, how can there be a hard object to hold on to yourself?

Qi Han was puzzled in his heart, and glanced at the head of the bed. Seeing Zhao Yun's fine armor and silver armor, the sword belt was all placed there, reflecting the blue-white sky light that came in through the window, glowing with a soft and faint light.

He squinted his eyes in surprise and saw that Zhao Yun was only wearing a thin layer of plain clothes and trousers, which did not look like he could hide weapons close to his body. Qi Han subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the hard thing behind his back, between his waist and hips.

Most of the middle pants in this era are thin, so much so that when he touched it, he directly integrated all the touch of Zhao Yun's body into the palm of his hand.

That's not a weapon at all!

It was so hard that the moment he held it, it was still beating slightly in his palm!

Qi Han quickly retracted his hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. At the same time, his heart was beating rapidly, and a light red appeared at the base of his ears inexplicably, and he felt a little ashamed.

He stabilized his mind, and couldn't help but secretly laugh, denying what he just thought - what is not a weapon, born so powerful, it is clearly a good gun!

"Zhao Zilong's spear is like a dragon, and he never stops practicing in the morning. If he is really young and vigorous, he is full of energy, he is a good man!" Qi Han slandered, and couldn't help but stick out his tongue secretly. In his previous life, he trained hard, was tired and tired every day, and had little sleep, and rarely had the desire to do so. Even in yesterday's situation, once he sobered up, he could easily restrain himself. After getting along with Zhao Yun for a long time, he didn't find that he would be like this, which was no different from other normal men, but it made him a little stunned.

Just now, it was precisely because he didn't expect to go there that he accidentally made a fuss.

Qi Han suddenly realized that Zhao Yun was not the martial god in his heart who was always on the high altar and did not fall into the ordinary, but also an ordinary man of flesh and blood-

Thinking of this, he looked back with interest, and for the first time, he looked at Zhao Yunlai carefully.

His tasseled helmet and armor were placed at the head of the bed, and his robes and capes were unfastened and neatly stacked underneath. He was wearing only a thin undershirt and trousers, and his white collar was slanted below his neck, setting off the contours of his light wheat-colored cheeks, which was extremely handsome and handsome.

A pair of eyebrows are very charming, straight and slender, oblique like flying into the sideburns, like a sword and like a blade. But there is a kind of Wen Run'an in it, just like him, he has never been arrogant and arrogant, but once he gets angry, it is extremely dangerous, and no one dares to attack him.

His eyes were closed at the moment. Qi Han imagined those dark and clear eyes, often glowing with a gentle luster, and involuntarily, he reached out and gently stroked his eyelids. Then, like a dragonfly, it swept over the straight bridge of the nose and the thin and well-proportioned lips. As if examining a work of art, Qi Han's fingertips stroked along the contour of his face until he saw the handsome face like a knife and an axe.

If he is an ordinary, flesh-and-blood man, but this man has such a perfect face like a sculpture......

Qi Han admired in his heart, but his fingers didn't stop. Continuing to slide down his neck, he touched the broad pecs and shoulders and arms. The man's tense and light muscles were unexpectedly thick and powerful, as if they hid the majestic and rugged energy of a cheetah. On weekdays, I look at his slender and straight posture like a Confucian general, and occasionally I feel clear, but I didn't expect that under the robe, there is such a material figure, no wonder he has strong strength, can open the bow and crack the stone, and lift weights lightly.

The white midpants were close to his waist and legs, and the thin and strong waist muscles supported the lines of his body undulating. Qi Han is not so obscene, he will not pay attention to the weapons protruding under others, but he is amazed that Zhao Yun's tight waist can contain such a magnificent and majestic power, and he sees him tossing like this on horseback on weekdays, bending forward and leaning back, and controlling like a dragon. I always knew that he had superior waist strength, but I didn't want to, under the thin armor, he actually looked like this.

Qi Han silently admired the miracle of the creation, and his fingers were lifted again, and he gently pinched the narrow waistline.

The person below him suddenly shuddered.

The initiator raised his head in surprise, facing Zhao Yun's black eyes that were still a little bloodshot. There is a faint glow, where does it look like it has just woken up?

Qi Han didn't have time to think about it, and in the next second, his wrist had been accurately held in the palm of his hand by Zhao Yun.

"Ah...... Han ......" lazy voice was extremely low, revealing an inexplicable meaning, Zhao Yun's eyes fell on his face hotly, and Qi Han's face was hot, like a thief who was caught red-handed, and he was speechless for a while.

Zhao Yun suddenly changed his normal behavior, turned around, and firmly pressed him underneath. Leaning down, he exhaled softly in his ear: "...... What were you doing?"

Qi Han's eyes froze, and a warm and ambiguous airflow poured into his ears, and his heart jumped wildly. He didn't like to be in close contact with people before, so he naturally understood his reaction as "no, appropriate, and appropriate!" He immediately came back to his senses, raised his right hand in shame, smashed a fist on Zhao Yun's shoulder, and said angrily: "Don't make trouble! Go down quickly, your gun is on Lao Tzu." ”

This time it was Zhao Yun's turn to be ashamed.

When he reacted to the strangeness of his body and his intimate behavior towards Qi Han, he let go of his hand almost as if he was fleeing, and then flew out of bed, put on his robe like lightning, and rushed out of the door with an arrow step.

At this time, I am afraid that only by taking a sip of the cold dew in the early morning and drinking the cold well water can I reduce the dryness and remove the fire!

"Tsk, Ah Yun, Ah Yun. Qi Han shook his head towards Zhao Yun's rabbit-like fleeing back, and snorted with a look of hatred that iron is not steel. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yun, who was full of courage, also had a day of running away. Even if he withdrew the army in a hurry, he didn't see him so panicked, but at this time, he was really embarrassed and ashamed.

Qi Han kept sighing: It turns out that Zhao Yun, who he respects like a god, is also a normal and ordinary man!

He didn't pay any more attention to the strange feather-like feeling in his heart, yawned, and got up to put on his robe.

Zhao Yun was really careful, and there were clean clothes on the head of the bed, although they were all change clothes in Zhao Yun's bag, Qi Han would also wear them. It's just a little wider, and it's just that he's thinner.

At this time, Zhao Yun really went to bring well water to drink. After a lot of grunting, I was a little more sober.

He raised his fists to his forehead, thinking about his confused actions just now, his heart still beating still.

In fact, the moment Qi Han reached out and touched him, he woke up. Then the man touched his cheeks, eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, all the way to his chest and waist. Zhao Yun woke up at the beginning of the year, facing the person he was thinking about, and after that strong stimulation yesterday, he had seen Qi Han's charming and seductive appearance, where could he withstand such a teasing?

The moment he grabbed Qi Han's wrist and pressed him down, he was really a little delirious. I wanted to gnaw down on his snow-white earlobes.

After that, there was the slightly open red lip......

Unexpectedly, that person coldly spit out icy words from his lips, like a blow to the head, and woke up Zhao Yun in an instant!

He frowned, picked up the yellow gourd scoop, and poured more cold well water into his throat. I felt the residual heat in my body fade little by little. And that wonderful reaction also subsided. These days, these days when I met Qi Han and accidentally integrated him into my soul, I would have this reaction every time I dreamed of him. He used this method of drinking cold water to sober himself and make himself clear.

And that person is like a □□, not only will it invade the essence of the mind and body, but it will even become addictive.

The more you want to forget, the more you want to escape, the more you can't get out.

Zhao Yun threw the water scoop into the wooden bucket, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds after the rain stopped, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Wow, rainbow! Ayun, look!"

Qi Han got up and washed up briefly by the well. Just as he was raising his arms and stretching his muscles above his head, he saw a faint rainbow shadow in the west, and shouted excitedly at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun looked down and saw a colorful rainbow bridge, although it was light, it was very charming.

Qi Han walked over and stood side by side with him, covering his forehead with one hand, and looking at the rainbow shadow reluctantly. Both were silent and did not speak until the rainbow disappeared completely.

Zhao Yun still looked at the sky for a while, and then looked back and smiled at Qi Han. The complicated feelings in his eyes had already been properly hidden: "Akan, I'm going south." "Chaohong should be raining, and if you don't leave, you will have to delay for another day. He promised Liu Xuande to go to help, and he would not lose his trust.

I thought that Qi Han would at least be stunned, but the other party couldn't see the slightest joy or anger, just bowed his head lightly and said, "I know." ”

Zhao Yun felt as if he had been stabbed by something in his heart, and he felt some pain inexplicably.

He turned away, thinking about how to say goodbye.

But at this time, Qi Han pulled the sleeve of his robe, walked in front of him, hooked the corners of his lips, and smiled: "I'll walk with you." ”

Zhao Yun's pupils opened slightly, looking at the young man in front of him who was wearing his robe and smiling lightly, and suddenly felt that something that he had been insisting on in his heart was completely cracked with a "click".

(Volume 2: Black Mountain Cloud Turns: The Soldiers' Anger Rushes, End)

Volume II: Soundtrack

The peerless duo - Xiao Lizhu

The wind thunders, and the changes are instantaneous

How to say the tears of heroes from the beginning

The dust is gone

Sigh back at the moonlight

The past is like a dream

In the blink of an eye, the years have flown by

Who waits for whom

Who's stumbling for whom

It's still vague at this moment

The joys and sorrows of the world are different fates

You own your time and your way

If I go along, what will be my fate?

Gather and disperse, who can predict

Don't ask if there are old dreams

In the smoke and rain, the heart is misty

The past is like a dream

In the blink of an eye, the years have flown by

Who waits for whom

Who's stumbling for whom

It's still vague at this moment

The joys and sorrows of the world are different fates

You own your time and your way

If I go along, what will be my fate?

Gather and disperse, who can predict

Don't ask if there are old dreams

In the smoke and rain, the heart is misty