Li Xingchen mobilized the thin spiritual power in the dantian to wash away the blood stains on Rong Tianhan's body. He buried the tip of his nose in Rong Tianhan's soft robe, and breathed deeply into Rong Tianhan's cold taste.

The seniors smell so good...... It's just that I don't know if the Buddha-figure in that distraction period will be like this. It would be funny if the predecessors didn't even show their true faces.

Of course, it's just him Li Xingchen.

He picked up Rong Tianhan, stepped on the flowing moon, and said softly, "Please." "Originally, the tunnel aura and its disorder that connected the various small worlds would be torn apart if you were not careful. What's more, now that the golden pill has been shattered, the pill he swallowed doesn't seem to have time to work...... I had to rely on Liuyue.

The moon roared softly, leading them into the tunnel like meteors. Liuyue's aura wrapped around the two of them in the form of a cloud of mist, passing through the tunnel at an extremely fast speed, and falling into the water with a pop.

"Poof-" Li Xingchen poked his head out of the water with Rong Tianhan in his arms, and Liuyue floated lazily on the water. Li Xingchen reached out and grabbed it, and whispered, "What are you doing?" ”

"Hum-" Liuyue shook out unconvinced. It has been fighting with Rong Tianhan for a long time, and it has consumed most of its aura, not to mention that it has escorted them through the tunnel safely, and it is good to be able to hold on to the sea and fall. fell to the ground, and with Li Xingchen's current spiritual power, he fell and fell with gold stars.

"Okay, it's all my fault." Li Xingchen grabbed it to prevent himself from sinking. He looked around, and the water was boundless. It was also night in the Cangmeng Realm, and the crooked crescent moon was reflected on the sea. "Did you fall into the sea? Otherwise, we'll swim to the island over there first, and then make plans. ”

Although this island is small, it is also considered to be full of organs, with trees and grass. Li Xingchen picked up some dry branches, gathered them into a small firewood pile, snapped his fingers, and the orange-red flames burned. Of course, he is not afraid of the cold, but he is worried that Rong Tianhan's injury is too serious and he can't heal himself, let alone maintain his body temperature.

Rong Tianhan lay on the side, still unconscious.

Li Xingchen carefully took him in his arms and untied his shirt with one hand. The soft white robe was taken off by Li Xingchen and placed on the beach under Rong Tianhan, he scratched his head, and slowly opened Rong Tianhan's obscene clothes, countless rose-colored scars on his white chest.

Li Xingchen closed his eyes, his cold and moist skin looked extremely delicate in the moonlight, and he could blow it, but what did he do? Li Xingchen took a breath, took out a wound healing pill from the mustard seed bag, and put it in Rong Tianhan's mouth.

…… But the seniors didn't swallow it. Li Xingchen was stunned for a second, hurriedly went to the woods to pick a relatively large leaf, poured the dew condensed by spiritual power on it, and brought it to Rong Tianhan's lips.

Most of the water ran down Rong Tianhan's delicate chin and slender neck, wetting the thin obscene clothes. The obscene garment turned into a transparent color and clung to his chest.

Fortunately, the pill should have been sent down. Li Xingchen patted his forehead in annoyance and half-took off his dirty clothes. A large piece of clotted white jade-like chest was exposed in front of his eyes, more dazzling than the moonlight.

Li Xingchen lightly tapped those wounds, took out some external medicine, and carefully wiped them on the wounds. However, the monk's injury, the dressing is basically useless, as long as Rong Tianhan can condense his spiritual power, he will be well in a few days.

It's a pity that Li Xingchen is also broken by Jindan now, and he can't convey spiritual energy to him.

Li Xingchen's fingers roamed over Rong Tianhan's body. The seniors are so slippery...... He vaguely thought that although the monk's body was clean, he had never seen anyone as good-looking as his predecessors.

Suddenly, he noticed a wound that was very close to the little light pink dogwood. …… Forget it, skip here. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Skipping is skipping, but it's always bad to fall a wound that isn't treated. With this excuse, the corner of his eye drifted to the lovely dogwood from time to time.

It seems to be because the night wind is a little cool. The naked little pitiful was blown by the wind, and actually trembled and stood upright, from a mediocre little pitiful to a sharp little pitiful.

Li Xingchen forgot how to breathe, and he stared at the pointy little pitiful in amazement.

He decided not to see out of sight, not to be upset, not to see and not to listen to incivility. He closed his eyes and smeared around. Rong Tianhan's skin was extremely smooth and tender, and he was reluctant to take it away as soon as he put his palm on it. Suddenly, he felt a small hard protrusion in the palm of his hand, and he froze.

His closed eyes opened a thin slit, and sure enough, it was a pointy little pitiful man under him.

Why, how can there be a wound left without wiping! Although the location is a bit awkward, everyone is a man, what's the problem! After cheering himself up, Li Xingchen confidently dipped the tip of his index finger in the ointment, and gently touched the light pink halo near the little pitiful.

As he pressed back and forth, the little poor also swayed from side to side, and saw that it was a little more swollen. Li Xingchen hurriedly withdrew his hand and decided to turn over his senior and wipe the wound on his back. His hot palm pressed against Rong Tianhan's slightly cool waist and carefully turned him over.

Rong Tianhan pillowed on Li Xingchen's knees, his beautiful shoulder blades slightly bulging, and his thin and powerful muscles slid back and forth. Li Xingchen tossed his long braids aside, put his hand completely on his back, and said to himself, "So cold? Seniors won't be cold? As he spoke, he moved in the direction of the fire.

The wound on the upper body is almost treated, and the next thing is the wound on the leg. Li Xingchen tied up his dirty clothes, tried his best to ignore the two small spikes that were pushed out in front of him, and reached out to pull off his senior's pants.

"Tick-" A few drops of bright red blood dripped on the sand, smashing into shallow pits. Li Xingchen hurriedly wiped his nose with the back of his hand and wiped out the warm nosebleed on his hand.

This, this, what's going on! He hurriedly tilted his head, pinched the tip of his nose, and breathed through his mouth. He's already a monk, how can he still get angry!

Rong Tianhan's two slender legs are overlapped together, and the muscle lines are smooth and graceful. The thighs are even whiter and glaring, and under the small and flat knees, it is good to see that the drooling calves are stained with a few grains of golden sand. The ankles are elongated, the instep is slightly arched, and the five fleshy toes are long with shiny and round nails. Unfortunately, the bleeding wound ruined this flawless beauty.

Li Xingchen suddenly remembered that he and his predecessor met by the Hantan for the second time, and the senior stepped on his face with this foot. Thinking of this, his hand involuntarily grasped the beautiful soles of his feet, and his thumb gently scratched the soles of his feet.

Rong Tianhan unconsciously twitched his feet.

The senior is so bad, he just wants him to surrender at his feet, and never thinks about what he is thinking.

- It's just a useful thing, as long as it's easy to use. That's probably what the seniors thought, right?

Li Xingchen lowered his eyes and applied the ointment to the wound on his leg. He plotted against his predecessors this time, and he regarded it as a tie with his predecessors. In the future, he treats his seniors sincerely, and hopes that his seniors will not disappoint him. Even if the seniors are just a distraction.

He dressed his seniors, taking care not to rub the ointment off. The seniors lost a lot of spiritual power this time, and in order to prevent the distraction from being seriously injured, the moon transformed back to the deity, and blocked the soul and the two spirits. It is not easy for the current predecessors to recover on their own. If his golden pill is repaired, he will be able to help his predecessors heal their injuries.

He sat cross-legged on the beach, concentrating on his dantian. Jin Dan, broken into several petals, was tragically corpsed on the ground. The elixir handed to him by the woman in the illusion was suspended in the dantian, slowly rotating and releasing aura, trying to make up for the empty spiritual sea. Li Xingchen mobilized his aura, wandered through the meridians, dissolved the fragments of Jindan one by one, and merged them into the spiritual sea. The spiritual sea flashed, and under the addition of the two compartments, it finally regained some waves.

Li Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes. Rong Tianhan lay on his side on the beach, as if he felt cold, and curled up to hug himself, like a wronged little shrimp.

Li Xingchen couldn't help but raise a smile.

He thought about it, and also lay down beside Rong Tianhan, reaching out to take Rong Tianhan into his arms from behind. His arm rested on Rong Tianhan's waist, and his palm hung down on Rong Tianhan's lower abdomen. Rong Tianhan probably felt that the embrace around him behind him was extraordinarily warm, and his chest was also very reliable, so he actually leaned back.

"Get a good night's sleep and wake up fine." Li Xingchen whispered softly in his ear, "Sleep in peace, I'm always there, I'll protect you, don't worry." ”

Perhaps really accepting his reassurance, Rong Tianhan relaxed his body, rubbed to find a more comfortable position, and lay in Li Xingchen's arms. His hair was tickling on Li Xingchen's arm.

Li Xingchen embarrassed his nose and resisted the desire to pull his arm back. Forget it, if the senior feels comfortable, what can he do if he gives him a pillow for the night? If you sleep well, you will recover faster.

He buried his face in Rong Tianhan's hair, immersed in the cold incense, and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

"Before, senior? What are you doing? Li Xingchen, who was asleep, muttered, "Senior, where is your bed...... This is my bed. Ha? Senior, do you want to squeeze a bed with me? ”