Cool droplets of water dripped down the walls, and the sound of slow sound struck the deepest part of the human heart, adding a bit of dullness to the stone cave.

The smell of blood spread, and several men guarding the entrance of the cave kept pacing back and forth, glancing into the cave from time to time, their faces full of worry.

Since the ink was dyed into the cave, there has been no more noise, and this silence is even more unsettling. They would rather Mo Yi call out, but he has always been such a character. Ping Suri looks like a hippie smile with everyone, but when he is hurt, he will lick the pain alone, like a little beast.

They could trust the medical skills of dyeing ink, but Mo Yi's silence made them panic for a while.

"Although I was instructed by my master to be on guard, I never imagined that he would come up with such a trick, and it would be better for me to take that needle for Xiao Yi than to be afraid here. It was the bearded man who was leaning against the tree, and he angrily slapped the big tree surrounded by the two of them, eager to be the man in the cave for Mo Yi.

"Third brother, why don't we think like this. You can rest assured, there is dyed ink, and Xiao will be safe. Behind him was dressed in ink-colored clothes, with the cuffs and neckline embroidered with silver thread and simple patterns, and one foot was on the cascading leaves, although he was comforting the person in front of him, but the gloom on his face was not diminished.

"Little Five. After all the fallen leaves on the ground were trampled into slag by them, they saw the figure of dyed ink coming from the hole, and the tiredness on his face disappeared after seeing Mo Wu, and in the clear expressions of everyone, Xiao Wu walked towards him paralyzed.

Now that the ink has spoken, presumably Mo Yi is no big deal. With such a message, the restless crowd was reassured. They passed by Mo Wu, laughed and shoved him, and then walked straight to the cave to see Mo Yi.

changed the face of Xiao Wu, who had just warmed his heart, and looked at the fairy-like appearance in front of him, Mo Wu's face was full of coldness, and the two of them had been in such a state for a year.

"Little Five. The bitterness and exhaustion on the dyed ink face are superimposed, and the look at the past is more and more pitiful, and the person who thinks about it day and night is in front of him, and he wants to kiss his skin more. With such a close distance, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, how long had he not smelled him?

I have a thousand words in my heart to say to him, but what I say is just two simple words, for him, these two are the most beautiful love words in the world. He never called him the fifth brother, Xu felt that such a title would put the two of them in an equal low position, but in front of him, Dye Mo was always the one who compromised.

Before Mo Wu interrupted what he was going to say next, Dye Mo's body was in a trance and fell to the side, Xiao Wu couldn't care about showing him his face anymore, and hurriedly caught his fallen body.

When I got closer, I found that there was a circle of blue-black bruises under the ink-stained eyelids, the blood vessel music under the skin was visible, and the lip flap was dry and cracked, and there were some small openings slightly. This fool, how long has it been since he rested.

With some thin calluses in the palm of the perennial sword, Xiao Wu reached out and stroked the cheeks of the ink, and a trace of pity crept into his heart, he just didn't know how to face him.

Recalling the past, Xiao Wu's lips overflowed with a almost inaudible sigh. When they were young, they felt that dyed ink was too beautiful to say, and in private, the brothers also secretly wondered what kind of woman could be worthy of someone like dyeing ink.

They practiced martial arts, dyed ink and practiced medicine. He still remembered the day when his master brought him back, he timidly hid behind his master, causing his brothers to think that this was a female doll that his master had abducted from somewhere, and if it had not been for his brother's instigation to "verify his identity", they were afraid that they would not have continued to curry favor with him.

However, the brothers and sisters, Dye Mo was the only one who devoted his heart to him. He didn't hate the closeness of Dye Mo, but after learning Dye Mo's thoughts about him, he invisibly erected an impregnable wall between them. He also knew that this would make Mo sad, but he couldn't control himself.

Mo Wu never thought that one day he would be with a man. Even if he was an orphan picked up by his master, he had expectations for the future. The woman he wants to marry will surely be able to grow old with him, and he will be sent out every morning, and when he returns at night, he will feel warm when he sees her waiting.

When Dye Mo said what he meant to him, Xiao Wu only felt that the tight string in his heart broke instantly. Since that day, he has been avoiding dyeing ink everywhere, and the Mo brothers don't mind this, and they also thought about persuading Xiao Wu, but he avoided him with various excuses every time he came to a critical juncture.

Dye Mo was sad because of this, and his temperament was much more silent than before. Xiao Wu is not unaware of these changes, the skin under the palm is delicate and delicate, Xiao Wu hangs his head, and is facing the eyes of the ink and the dyeing of ink.

Feeling the warmth on his cheeks, the eyes of the dyed ink were unconsciously filled with tears, which meant that the embankment would burst, he rubbed it in Xiao Wu's palm, closed his eyes again, and muttered to himself, "Am I dreaming again?"

His almost murmuring words fell on Xiao Wu's heart, which was tantamount to poking a bloody hole in his heart, and somehow, he suddenly kissed the thin lips stained with ink, as if comforting and emotional.

The sudden warmth of his lips shook his body, tears slid down the corners of his eyes, wetting his sideburns. If it was a dream, he would rather be drunk and never wake up.

The tip of his tongue moistened his chapped lips a little bit, and the imaginary nausea did not come, but the softness under his mouth made him want to stop. Little by little, prying open his closed teeth, Xiao Wu wanted more.

Let him attack the city in his own mouth, and Dye Mo began to chase the tip of his dexterous tongue, this dream came so suddenly, so wonderful, he was reluctant to wake up.

The hand holding his waist unconsciously exerted force, looking at his intoxicating face, Xiao Wu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his face was a little dissatisfied, "Open your eyes and see the person in front of you clearly." As if he were a command, Dye Mo opened his eyes obediently, and when he fell into his domineering eyes, the torrent in his eyes suddenly burst the embankment.

Xiao Wu swallowed the salty tears in his mouth with pity, and his breath poured into his ink-stained nose, making him intoxicated and obsessed with it. A wet tongue slid over his eyelids, causing him to tremble slightly, and he gradually stopped crying.

Some rough palms rubbed against the delicate skin around his waist through his clothes, and the ink trembled and grabbed his sultry palms, and suddenly buried his head in his neck, and bit the bulge of his throat with some grievances, with some unwillingness, gently grinding.

"Oops!" a discordant voice fell, and the two were in love. Mo San hurriedly turned around and walked towards the cave, "I didn't see anything, you continue." ”

Dye Mo shyly let go, and his hands firmly tugged at the corners of Xiao Wu's clothes, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would lose everything. Grabbing his somewhat cold hand into his palm, Xiao Wu's face turned a little dark.

If you put aside the burden in your heart, you can only ask for more. He led the dyed ink and walked towards the cave, "Third brother." The elongated tail note seemed to be venting his dissatisfaction, but this voice was heard in the ears of Mo San who was walking in front, but he couldn't help but tremble, and his steps were two points sharper.