Fan Fan was shocked by his own guess, and he was covered in a cold sweat, and tried to calm down and say in a somewhat trembling voice; "Prepare for war quickly and go to the left entrance of Spirit Snake Mountain to save people."

Even if he knows that it is too late now, he still wants to gamble, what if he wins?

Tonight is destined to be an uneven night, with waves and smoke and war. The coagulated and dried blood has frosted and stained the barren soil, and we look forward to a more brilliant blood-red flower next year.

Zhu San, who had been fighting alone in blood, heard the sound of the wind not far away, and faintly, he felt as if he had heard the sound of heaven.

His eyes had been blurred by the fact that he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the blood of a worm, and his hands were already weak, and he could only wave them with the instinct of the machine.

On the battlefield, to be able to harvest one more wriggling man's head is a supreme joy and badge for him, a supreme medal that belongs only to the warrior.

In the tent, the tall man carefully soaked her clothes in hot water to soften the stiff flakes of her clothes due to excessive bleeding.

Beneath the torn clothes, there were bloody and tumbling wounds, the most serious of which was boneless. What's more, he is still wearing only thin clothes against the cold wind, running and panicking on the grassland.

Even the most admirable thing is that he can hold on for so long, he doesn't know whether he should admire or feel distressed.

Qinghe sighed slightly, and then resigned himself to dealing with the broken and still shockingly beautiful body under him.

Even if the movements are gentle, the unconscious person is still frowning because of the pain. A pale lip has long lost its former color, and a fine cold sweat is showing on his face and the tip of his nose.

Looking at it, people can't help but want to stick out their tongues and lick them one by one, leaving their own taste.

Obviously, men think this way and do what they do.

God knows he wanted to do something worse, like that day when she stripped naked and naked like a shameless goblin seducing him. How hard he endured at that time didn't follow what he thought in his heart.

Completely tear her apart, possess her, break her.

He Dangli woke up after being in a coma for a day and a night, and his throat and mouth were filled with a fishy smell that could not be dissolved, but if he tasted it carefully, he could still taste a trace of sweetness. The fever had subsided, and she found herself on the bed of a small tent. Prosperous pattern. Underneath her was a soft bed, many times more comfortable than the hard bed in her barracks.

She didn't know how long it had been since she had slept on such a soft and clean bed, and the tip of her nose was even filled with a nice smell of Canaanite wood, and even the sound of long breathing came from the side of her???

Wait, no???

Where is the sound of breathing???

And the most embarrassing thing now is that she turned her stiff neck with difficulty, and found that there was really a man sleeping next to her, or a man with a beautiful face in the prosperous world.

The thick and curled eyelashes are like two small fans, like butterflies with wings ready to fly. The high nose bridge, the thin red lips, and the sexy Adam's apple and collarbone are below, and they are blocked and can't be seen!

What's more, she found that her whole body seemed to be fixed with wooden bars, and except for her neck, she could move, like a poor little worm with all the lower half of her body paralyzed.

The sleeping man seemed to notice that someone was watching him, and after a while he woke up faintly.

The dark obsidian-like pupils were cold, and the upper eyes were as light as amber.

"Master, it's early." He Dangli twisted his neck and wanted to turn his head, but he accidentally moved too much and twisted his neck to ???

"The donor is early." Qinghe had just woken up, his voice was hoarse and lazy, and his eyebrows and eyes faded a little of the usual alienation and coldness, adding a hint of warmth.

Seeing that people looked at him for a long time and did not speak, he asked and said loudly; "Is the donor hungry or do you want convenience?"

"Neither." He Dangli almost wanted to cry without tears, why was she so unlucky recently, and if she drank cold water, she would still stuff her teeth ......

"Really? Why did the donor keep staring at the poor monk? But the poor monk has something on his face? When he woke up, the man did not immediately get up from the bed, but looked at the person next to him. They were so close that they could kiss each other if the other partner took the initiative a little bit.

The air you breathe is filled with the smell of each other.

It doesn't look like an injured patient, a doctor, or a monk who is half an undisabled person, but rather like a couple who get up in the morning and say good morning to each other.

"I accidentally twisted my ....... in the lower neck." As soon as the words were finished, He Dangli felt that her face must be red, and she really completely lost her face and lining in front of other masters, even if she wanted to pick it up now, she would find broken dumplings that were broken and couldn't be put together.

"Really?" His tone was flat, his lips slightly raised, full of disbelief.

"Really, my neck is really twisted, if the master doesn't believe you touch it yourself, you'll know." Why don't you blink your eyes, the narrow phoenix eyes are like a thin layer of mist, and the eyebrows are smeared with the peach blossom powder on the spring branches because of nervousness.

The ruddy rhombic mouth opened and closed, so close that the man could see the pink lilac tongue inside, so much so that he didn't even pay attention to what she said.

"Master, I didn't lie to you, you have to believe that I really didn't spy on your beauty, because I look better than you!" He Dangli saw that the man never moved, thinking that in his heart he must have thought that he had peeped at other people's beauties and deliberately lied, and couldn't help but increase his volume a little.

The conscience of heaven and earth can be learned, she really doesn't have it, and even if she does, she doesn't dare to say it.

"The poor monk believes in you." Seeing that she was so anxious that she was about to knot her tongue.

Qinghe got up at this time, covered with a thick layer of cashmere blanket, and charcoal was burned in it. Even if you are wearing only a single clothes, you will not feel the slightest chill.

He Dangli thought that she would call someone to come in and apply ointment to herself or plan to go out, but who knew that after getting up, she put her head on her lap. The slightly cold fingers were gently massaging him, and the cold fingertips touched her stiff neck, like lighting clusters of flames, which made people uncomfortable.

As if what had happened before had never existed.

Not surprisingly, the man's craftsmanship was very good, and she could even feel the warmth of the neck that Fang had accidentally twisted. The chaotic brain, which she had just woken up, was once again unclear, and she suspected that there must be some unknown incense smoked in the tent, but which could make people drowsy and sleep.

It wasn't until her chest and back were cold that she woke up like a dream.

What made her even more embarrassed was that she seemed to be wearing pants that covered her shame except for the lower half of her body, and even the bandages that she had been wearing had been untied, and the man's hands stained with cold wood ointment were swimming like snakes on her naked/naked skin, like the ears and temples grinding between lovers.

One blushed even more thoroughly, almost as if it was cooked.

She couldn't tell whether it was the only shame that was doing the trick or because she didn't know how many unclear favors she owed him now, and even if she kept telling herself in her heart, color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. The master of the family is just to drug himself, not to take advantage of himself, and how can he have such a ridiculous/lewd/unscrupulous operation that is not conducive to the core values of socialism in his mind!!

Why the should you wake up Lao Tzu! Even though my heart is roaring a thousand times. But the body was still curled up like a shrimp.

Her chest, whether intentionally or unintentionally, happened to press under the man. was so scared that she didn't even dare to move for half a minute, but in such a slightly ambiguous and charming atmosphere, it would be even more embarrassing if she didn't say something.

"Master, where are we now?" This question has been asked since she woke up, and after thinking of what she said earlier, she will return to the Zhengyang military camp in twenty miles, and she doesn't know how long she has been in a coma, so it is difficult to guess where she is now, and how the others are now.

"Inside the Zhengyang barracks." The man's tone paused slightly, as if he was a little annoyed; "Please don't mess around."

“？？？” She obviously didn't use to move around, he was clearly spewing blood.

"Master, have you been taking care of me lately? Wouldn't it be too much trouble for you, and how is your friend now? "If it were a normal day, He Dangli would naturally not talk as much as he does now, and he would like to shut up if he can. But the current situation forced her to speak.

"Dead." It's so cold that it doesn't add half emotion, it's like talking to an inconsequential person.

"Dead ???" As if it was reasonable and unexpected, the man's hand touched her somewhere. made her can't help but twist suddenly like a twist, and she couldn't even control the laughter in her mouth.

"The poor monk is giving medicine to the donor, and please don't mess around." This time, even the words were full of gnashing of teeth.

"Yes.... I'm sorry... Guru..... I also.... I don't want to laugh.... After the hand left, He Dangli immediately bit his mouth and didn't dare to leak anything, honestly like a gourd poured with hot copper juice.

But once again, Qinghe's hand inadvertently touched the place that made people laugh. This time, she had learned her previous lesson and didn't dare to make a sound, but her body shook slightly several times, trying to escape from the place.

"Donor."

"I know it's wrong, but if you accidentally touch that place, Master, I can't help but want to laugh." Soon, He Dangli also discovered that something was wrong........

And she didn't laugh in front of her, at most she just twisted a few twists. And the position where she was lying on her stomach now didn't seem to be very good, and she silently swallowed a large mouthful of guilty saliva.

She felt that she was guilty, or a big crime, and Ling Chi's execution might not save her half a point.

The man's breathing was sprayed on her naked/exposed/back, tickling.

And the silhouette that can be felt through her pants even if she is pressed under her is constantly laughing at her. What kind of stupid thing did she do in front of her?

"Otherwise, I'll help the master." The ghost sent the gods, and this sentence came out of her brain. But as soon as the words came out, she wanted to bite her tongue and kill herself.

He Dangli felt that even if she couldn't twist her neck to look at it now, the master's face would definitely be as black as the pot they used to cook vegetables in the firehead camp. It was shiny black, and even light.

She was guilty, if time could go back to what she said earlier, she wouldn't dare to twist even if she bit off her neck.

"yes, I don't know what the donor will do." You didn't see the person above who helped apply the medicine, a playful smile appeared on his face, and even a little greedily stroked the delicate jade skin under his hands.