The snow was misty, and he carried Wen Sheng on his back and ran in the heavy snow.

This is the street of Jiatong, it is the Zhuangyuan Bridge, it is the Fuya Street, and it is the small courtyard they rent.

The faces of the pedestrians were blurred, and her crisp laughter spilled all the way.

Her breath hit her ears gently, which was the most itchy, and Thirteen frowned, tossed and turned between the futons, rubbed the pillow, and muttered: "Wen Sheng! ”

The soldiers who were keeping vigil outside fell asleep one after another, and as soon as the curtain was lifted, a figure came in from outside, bringing in a cool breeze.

Thirteen was caught in a lot of illusions, and according to his skill and alertness, he didn't even notice that someone had entered the tent.

He called out again: "Wen Sheng." ”

The visitor paused and followed the sound closer. The curtain fell, cutting off the bright moonlight outside, and restored to the point where he could not see his fingers, and the person who came had already prepared, worried that he would light the lamp and attract the attention of others, and reached out to take out a night pearl from the bottom of his sleeve.

The faint glow illuminated the situation in the tent, and the person who came put the night pearl aside, squatted down, reached out to touch Wang Thirteen's face, and called softly: "Thirteen, wake up." ”

Wang 13 didn't wake up, I don't know what I dreamed of, blood surged on his face, his breathing became rapid, he put one leg on the quilt sideways, "hehe" laughed twice, and the dimple on the right side appeared deeply, making people want to stretch out their fingers to poke it.

The man sat down and touched his cheek with pity.

Thirteen is really much more haggard than half a year ago.

Wang Shisan's breathing became more and more rapid, the green tendons on his forehead bulged, and he was tossing and struggling like a patient with a fever, trembling all over. Suddenly let out a muffled snort, and cold sweat oozed from his face and neck.

Thirteen looked in pain, unlike what she had heard before. The visitor looked at him worriedly, gently brushing the wet hair from his forehead with one hand and placing a piano horizontally in front of him with the other.

She gently wiped his sweat and rubbed his frowning brows, while playing the guqin with only her right hand.

The seven strings trembled lightly, and it seemed that it was just a few plucks at will, but it sounded so gentle and delicate. The tune is like "Branches", "Exploring Flowers", and "Logging". Wang Shisan's breathing gradually calmed down, the heat went down, and his brows slowly relaxed.

For a long time, his eyelids moved. Slowly open your eyes.

Just relieved. Wang Shisan's eyes were still a little confused.

"You,...... Wen Sheng? His eyes widened.

"Well, it's me."

Wang 13 raised his hand to rub his eyes: "This hellish elixir, I said why didn't I feel guilty tonight, it turns out that it's not over yet." When his palm touched Wen Sheng's hand, he held it, stared at Wen Sheng without blinking, and smiled slightly. I've never dreamed that you came to this barracks to see me, like the real thing. ”

Wen Sheng casually let go of the piano. threw himself into his arms, grabbed Wang Thirteen's neck, and touched his cheek: "It's true, Thirteen, I'm back." ”

Thirteen immediately felt a wetness on his neck, which were Wen Sheng's tears.

This dream is so real!

He slowly hugged Wen Sheng, put two big hands around her back, and began to touch from the fragrant shoulders, touching the slender waist, Wen Sheng was wearing a cotton jacket in the cold winter night, his hand slipped into it from the waist, touched the underwear, and then inside was the smooth skin with coolness.

Wen Sheng began to be honest and let him touch it, until he felt the warmth of his palm, his cheeks were hot, he was embarrassed to lie on his shoulder and laugh, paused, Wang Shisan's hand became more and more unruly, Wen Sheng couldn't help but twist his body, and said coquettishly in his ear: "Little color embryo, what do you want to do?" ”

Wang Shisan's eyes widened, he sat up "Teng", and retracted his finger and pointed at Wen Sheng: "Who is the demon, dare to calculate General Ben?" ”

Wen Sheng was stunned for a moment, laughed out loud, leaned on his cheek and kissed him lightly, and whispered, "Fool." I came back from Shunjin Mountain, don't you know, I am a ghost who borrows a corpse to return the soul, how can a ghost die so easily? ”

Hey, these words sound familiar, and they don't say it's an illusion?

But immediately after Wen Sheng hugged him, with so much force as if he wanted to turn into a person with him, tears fell like rain: "Who let you come back alone to deal with Baiyunwu, and you also took that pill, did you confiscate my letter, thirteen, you fool, scared me to death." ”

Wen Sheng was crying for him, Wang Shisan's heart was sour and sweet, mixed with pride from nowhere, grinned, and responded randomly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's good for you to come back safely, Wen Sheng, you are my life." ”

He picked up Wen Sheng's tear-stained face and kissed it tremblingly.

Sweet and salty.

Well, it's not like a dream. He tentatively opened his mouth and parted Wen Sheng's cherry lips, and the moment the tips of his tongues touched, from the tips of his hair to the soles of his feet.

The body was tense, he turned over, asked Wen Sheng to lie between the futons, looked and looked, kissed and kissed, and it took a long time to relieve this momentum, helped her wipe the tears on her face, and said uneasily: "Did you come by yourself?" There is still Baiyunwu's eyeliner in this barracks, it's too dangerous. ”

Baiyunwu's martial arts path is a little strange, like the Baiyunwu Lord, Dongfang These people can resist the influence of the sound rhythm, Wang Shisan wanted to get this exercise in his hands before, but the Baiyunwu Lord obviously didn't trust him to that extent, and only passed on a few sets of inconsequential kung fu, and the ability to press the bottom of the box was not revealed at all.

The two minions in Baiyunwu don't know what to practice, in case "Tanhua" can't affect them, wouldn't Wen Sheng be dangerous?

Wen Sheng spoke in a thick nasal voice, and raised his hand to caress Thirteen's face: "I'm worried about you." ”

This sentence alone is enough, and any risk is worth it.

"Wen Sheng, where have you been during this time, they said that you and Tan Lao Thief Doule both fell off the cliff, is it true?"

Wen Sheng nodded: "It's true." ”

That battle was really difficult, Tan Mengzhou had all kinds of stunts in Miaoyin and Eight Methods, she only fought one song "Lianzhi" to be undefeated, and later "Pounding Clothes" was also used, "Broken Jade" was also used, and even the strings of Taiping were broken five, which is still fortunate that she had a breakthrough in retreat before going to Shunjin, otherwise the seven strings would be broken together, and she would definitely lose.

Wen Sheng and Tan Mengzhou were both injured, her last blow was all based on the idea of victory, almost all her potential, and when she fell off the cliff, her eyes were dark.

To live, she promised Thirteen in the letter that she would go back alive!

The body is roaring and falling, and there is an abyss below, all her hands can do is hold the piano tightly so as not to lose it, but she still has a singing voice, and at the moment of life and death, she hummed the tune of "Sailing".

The invisible barrier enveloped her like a transparent ball, which collided with the cliff wall, weakening her ability to fall until she fell into a pile of rubble at the bottom of the cliff.

"But it hurts?" Wang 13 said nervously.

Wen Sheng bowed slightly, such a high cliff fell, she was not only injured, but also seriously injured, fortunately with the life-sustaining elixir given by Jiang Xianyan.

(To be continued.) )

PS: After splitting it into two chapters, it's really a flying stream of 3,000 feet.,Or change it to 4000 big chapters.。 Next chapter, tomorrow night.