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"At that time, your wound was on your eyebrows, but at this moment, your wound is on your chest!"

I glared at him, annoyed.

Shameless!

"No, I just like you to blow it to me! Why are you blowing it......"

The boy was by my side, rolling around.

"Ahh

But he pulled at his wound again, and it hurt so badly. "Don't move!"

"No, you blow it for me!"

No matter how I tried to persuade him, he just wouldn't and stubbornly asked me to blow on him.

Eventually, I could only reluctantly lean close to his chest and blow softly on his wound.

"Autumn Confusion."

The boy laughed extraordinarily triumphantly.

I looked down at him, huh!

Frame 6: The sky is transparent

After Jin Yue fell asleep, I hid from him and secretly went to the battlefield.

This time, I was not tied, but by my side, General Chang, put a spear around my neck.

In Mu Guo's army, I saw that Wei Zitian's face was pale.

It can be seen that he was seriously injured.

General Chang threatened Wei Zitian and removed the weapon from his hand.

The moment the weapons in the hands of the soldiers of the Che Kingdom were thrown at Wei Zitian, I closed my eyes fiercely.

I don't know, is it scared? Or are you reluctant to let him get hurt?

However, at this moment, Jinyue approached my side, and the movements of the soldiers were forced to stop.

"Why are you still so stubborn?"

Jin Yue trembled and took my hand and led me out of the battlefield.

I stopped talking, feeling guilty.

He was so badly injured and still cared so much about me.

Among the ten thousand armies, Wei Zi looked at me stupidly, reluctant to turn his eyes away.

Unconsciously, I looked back at him, met him, obsessed with wounded eyes.

My heart began to tremble.

Fortunately, Jin Yue stopped their movements just now. Otherwise, is the Wei Zitian in my eyes still there at this moment?

But don't I hate him?

I turned away from him, and lowered my eyes fiercely, covering the complexity of my eyes.

In the middle of the night, outside the tent, what is fleeting.

Could it be someone from Muguo!

A moment later, I was once again imprisoned in the arms of a clear teenager.

"Wei Zitian!"

I shouted in panic.

However, the boy's soft hand choked my lips.

The people of Che Kingdom didn't know he was there!

His lips kissed me ambiguously and deeply: "Qiu Confused, I miss you." ”

Wei Zitian, I don't want you!

I slammed my elbow into his chest.

However, I fought, striking, but I didn't dare to be too ruthless.

He was badly wounded with a bandage on his chest.

But why am I reluctant?

Wei Zitian frowned fiercely, but he still didn't dare to exhale in pain.

This is in the army of Che.

The young man's lips were attached to my hair with deep affection: "Do you know, how painful it is for me to see you holding Jinyue's hand?" ”

I looked back at him deeply.

In the young man's eyes, what was turning aggrievedly.

I tried to speak, but he still gagged my lips.

Wei Zi tilted!

"Qiu Chao, you are mine, not Jinyue!"

I glared at him, my eyes lit up with hatred: I am my own! Not yours!

"Qiu Yu, you stare at me, I still like you, what should I do?"

"Besides, you stare at me, you are still mine, don't fight me, you know, Qiu Confused, you can't fight me."

The boy's lips wrapped around my lips fiercely......

In Mu Guo's military tent, I stared at the collapsed guard, but still didn't speak.

"You bandaged Jinyue, right? You'll have to bandage me. ”

The boy pursed his lips, stubborn and hateful.

Closing my eyes, I ignored him.

"Autumn confusion, autumn confusion ......"

The voice of the young man is innocent and innocent, and the affection is continuous.

I still pretended I didn't know.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of the crash forced me to look at him.

The boy's head slammed into the bed in pain.

I still don't move.

The boy was annoyed and kissed me on the lips.

"I'll bandage you, don't touch me!"

Helpless, I could only succumb to his persecution.

The boy didn't nod his head, but he had to get away with it, and look at me badly.

I gently bandaged his wounds.

Looking at the wound on his chest, my brow furrowed.

Can't bear to hurt him?

No!

"Blow my wounds."

The boy has to make inches.

I didn't even want to think about it, and ruthlessly refused: "No." ”

Wei Zitian, when did I get used to your bad temper?

The boy smirked and tried to kiss me on the lips again.

I reluctantly pushed him away, unwillingly blowing his wounds.

For a long, long time, I was just about to walk out of the tent, when he suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist, and imprisoned me fiercely by his side, and the young man's lips wrapped tightly around mine......

Wei Zitian, you lied to me!

The army of Mu and the army of Che have always been in a stalemate.

Other countries have judged the situation and begun to take sides.

In the middle of the night, outside the tent, the clear and bone-eroding sound sounded ambiguously in my ears.

It's Jingrong!

He wrote this track for me, and he would only blow it to me.

But didn't he fall off the wall that day!

Honor! Are you really alive?

My heart is about to blow up.

Holding back the excitement in my heart, I pretended to be calm and looked at Wei Zitian beside me.

In the night light, the appearance of the young man is clear, beautiful and flawless.

My hand, gently pulling away his fingers around my waist.

Silently, he climbed out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked out of the tent.

In the night light, a handsome young man, clear eyes, and a beautiful bully melt into the night.

Jing Rong, it's really you!

My lips wanted to call him, but I didn't dare.

I stood there dumbfounded, still not daring to move.

Jingrong, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of you in my eyes, it's not true!

Jingrong, I'm even more afraid, I'm afraid that it will alarm Muguo's army!

The boy ran to me.

The sadness in my eyes slid down.

However, just as the young man approached me, Mu Guo's army besieged him.

"Wei Zitian, you lied to me!"

Behind me, Wei Zitian held my hand tightly.

"Qiu Yu, don't go with him, okay?"

Wei Zi's clear eyes were full of injury, bitterness, and stupidity.

I turned my head and looked at the handsome young man under siege: "Jingrong, you run!" ”

"My autumn confusion, wait for me!"

The young man had no choice but to flee in panic.

In Wei Zitian's arms, I panicked.

"Jingrong, I'll wait for you!"

In the army, in the firelight, Jing Rong looked back and looked at me deeply, and each other's eyes were constantly entangled and lingering.

In Mu Guo's tent, the lights were brilliant again.

The strategy just now made the wound on Wei Zitian's chest tear open again, but he didn't cry out in pain, just looked down at me fiercely, and was imprisoned in his arms: "Are you so impatient?" ”

I raised my eyes and looked straight into the bottom of his eyes: "Yes!" I love Jingrong, I don't love you! ”

My eyes are so fierce that they hurt more than the most piercing dagger.

"Qiu Chao, I love you!"

The young man's eyes are deeply hurt but deeply affectionate.

"Let me go!"

I don't look at the boy's painful, furrowed brow, just playfully playing with my hair.