Wu Yu said: "Go ahead." ”

Wutong began to clean up, he is really a necessary man for home travel, and cleaning up the room is called a clean and fast.

Wu Yu stared at the blood stains on the ground.

She commanded Sycamore, who was walking past her again, "Stop, your face. ”

Wutong stopped, lifted the hair blocking his face, Wu Yu only felt anger in his heart, Wutong is not ugly, not only is it not ugly, but also very beautiful, it is not right to describe a man with a beautiful word, but it is not the case for him, not using a beautiful word is an insult to him, it is such a beautiful face but there is a huge knife mark, a long scar runs through the face, the skin and flesh are turned out, and it looks like it was made today.

Wu Yu jumped up and slapped him in the face, scolding, "Who made you do this." ”

"Slave yourself."

"Yourself, so bold, you are my thing, you dare to do this to yourself without my permission." Wu Yu couldn't stop the anger in his heart, beautiful things are worth cherishing by everyone, but he made this appearance.

Wu Yu also said again: "I didn't wipe the medicine." ”

"Nope."

"Why don't you wipe it?"

"The master didn't let me wipe it."

Wu Yu sneered angrily: "Now I know that without my permission, what were you thinking when you just started." ”

Sycamore bowed his head and did not answer.

Wu Yu took out a bottle of holy medicine and said, "Wipe it." ”

Sycamore took it and pinched it in the palm of his hand.

Wu Yu glared at him and said, "Squat down, give me the medicine, and lift your hair." ”

Wutong obediently lifted his hair, and Wu Yu touched it for him little by little, a deep mouth. It was so deep that Wu Yu's thin fingers could be pressed in, and Wu Yu really wanted to try it like this, so he finally decided to forget it.

She couldn't do it. Even so, Wutong can be regarded as a beautiful city, this evil face-watching world.

Wu Yu said: "Why do you want to cover your face." ”

"The master let the slave cover it."

"Then continue to cover it, and you can't show it anyway without my permission."

"Yes."

"Your wounds."

"The sect leader won't let me show it."

Wu Yu's pupils flashed coldly: "Your master is still me." ”

Wutong took off his clothes, those wounds were too dense, and some of them were almost healed because of the medicine. Some of the wounds began to bleed pus, and the wounds were surrounded by carrion.

Wu Yu said: "Give me the knife." ”

Wutong took out a delicate Miao knife and handed it over, and Wu Yu used the knife to cut through the carrion. The sound of the knife cutting on the flesh is really heart-wrenching, Wu Yu doesn't know the doctor's set, whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, it is the original owner.

After Kureha rips out the carrion. And sprinkled it with powder. When approaching the piece on his waist, Wutong finally couldn't help but move, although this medicine is the best, the side effects are also the greatest, it will magnify all the sensations several times.

In other words, Wutong is an iron-blooded real man, and the pain has increased several times and can still be endured, and he can barely scrape the bones with Guan Erye to heal his injuries.

Wu Yu said: "This medicine is taken once every three days. ”

"Yes."

"Especially the face." Wu Yu emphasized.

The two lived in the mountains, and Kureha was very adaptable to life. As for Wutong, don't worry, the two of them haven't lost their hearts enough to let Zhixiu do things alone. It's just that Wu Yu won't do that, she has been pampered for many years, and she has long forgotten about these things.

Wutong will go down the mountain from time to time, just for Wu Yu's picking.

Wutong sometimes looks at Wu Yu and is stunned, obviously they are all the same bad, compared to the previous sorrow, she seems to hesitate a lot now, sometimes what she says is plausible, which makes people nervous.

Wu Yu said: "Do you think that a person follows another person all day long, how does he find time to establish his own power." ”

Wutong heart closed it for a moment, lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know." ”

"yes, I thought you'd know."

Sycamore did not answer.

At night, the light rain was dripping, making people inexplicably sleepy.

Wu Yu said: "Do you remember the scene when we first met?" ”

There was only the sound of even breathing in the room, and since the first few nights, when Wutong was drenched in the wind and cold, she had relieved him of the duty of keeping vigil at night, but the two of them were in the same room.

Wutong didn't answer, so naturally he fell asleep.

But no, he rolled over and looked at the man curled up in a ball on the bed, petite enough to be pitiful, but he wanted to kill her more and more.

and he who insults him will pay back a hundredfold.

Naturally, he remembered the scene when he first met, he was captured and sold as a slave, and she appeared in front of him in such an environment, pointing at him and saying, "I want him." ”

At that time, he was unruly, with a whip wound and skinny bones, and he didn't know why she took a fancy to him.

His guards were terrified of what he didn't understand, and she just said it again in official words: "I only want him." ”

The man who guarded him was swept away with a whip when he spoke again, and her whip struck the iron lock, and the lock that he could not do was easily opened.

So he took the shackles and shackles and went home with her, and he laughed and cried to find that he couldn't even beat a little girl where he wanted to eradicate with great interest.

He began to suspect that the tower in his heart had collapsed overnight with what his master had said, and that he had never been discouraged even if he had been taken captive, but he was terrified at the moment when the little girl appeared.

So he became her slave, and she became his master.

When he calmly learned their exercises little by little, and even the person who was called the Dharma Protector couldn't beat him, the person in front of him only needed to play the flute to make him feel painful.

She was an angel to him, and finally a demon who single-handedly buried him.

Because of the angel, he sued her for a qiē, and she turned around and sent her to the torture hall, where he was the only one who had come out in a hundred years.

She became the motivation for him to persevere, and if she didn't die, he would live by asking for her life.

Because of the demons, there is no Wudang Duxiu Tongwu in this world, only the slave Wutong, and only the Sect Master.

"Sycamore, have you slept?" The man on the bed couldn't help but ask again.

He sneered and closed his eyes.

The sound of instigation, there was only silence left, but he knew that she had gotten out of bed and walked in front of him.

Her hand kept rubbing against his neck, and he almost wanted to knock her hand off.

She spoke, "Wutong, sometimes I really want to kill you. ”

Sycamore's breath was not disordered.

"You won't know how much I have paid for the cultivation of the ** Sutra."

She sighed, then rolled over to the bed, her accessories clanging.

His mind fluttered for a moment, only for a moment, and then he strengthened his thoughts.

If this fang is not removed, how can it be human?

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

His heart was beating wildly, just because he remembered the legends on the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years.

The Rakshasa Sect used to be the Rakshasa country, just because a certain king was obsessed with cheats, so he buried the Rakshasa country, and one day, he sent troops to attack a country that was rumored to have a book of heaven, which was rumored to make people immortal in addition to obtaining the ultimate martial arts cultivation.

Immortality has always been the favorite of mortals, and the emperor is no exception, the king who was already obsessed with martial arts was attacked by another country when he attacked this country. (To be continued.) )