A soft and warm mass against his chest.

From the wind with both hands honestly raised, not daring to move casually.

The scorching heat made him hot, and his fair skin was pink.

The hot blood surged rapidly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the smooth forehead.

The little hand pinched the ball, "Babble! With a thud, he jerked hard.

She pulled a white cloth bag out of the place where the two of them were close to each other.

Congfeng stared at the cloth bag in her hand, feeling the emptiness between the two, and suddenly understood something.

He thought, he thought......

He's thinking too much!

A little annoyed from the wind.

The kind that sulks at yourself.

Where did Qingyan know his thoughts, opened the bag, and happily took out a hot bun for him.

"Hmm, do you want to eat it?"

She took the bun and shook it on the tip of his nose.

Congfeng closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, but she couldn't calm down, and her big hands wrapped around her soft waist and controlled the little woman who was in trouble.

"Don't move."

Qingyan instantly understood, and avoided his scorching gaze in embarrassment.

Thinking that he was locked up in such a place, and there were beautiful women sent to the door, my heart was depressed.

She put the bun to her mouth and bit it, leaned over to his lips.

The man was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and took a bite, savoring it.

Just eat a bun, as if he was eating some delicacies from the mountains and seas, grinding and rubbing, causing Qingyan to roll his eyes.

From the wind chuckled, reached out to take the bun, pressed the back of her head, and kissed her directly.

What's he doing!

Aren't you afraid that people from outside will come in and see you?

Qingyan's face was not as thick as his, and he struggled hard to push him away, but his strength was no match, so he could only be trapped in his arms.

I thought he would let go when he kissed him, but I didn't expect him to stick out his tongue when he kissed him.

Qingyan's whole body looks like a boiled shrimp, and his whole body is so red that he can't speak.

She's going crazy!

The brain was kissed in a daze, and he was dizzy, and he was really going to disarm and surrender at this moment.

Fortunately, the man was still a little sensible, and he didn't go too far, and reluctantly let go of her.

Qingyan's brain was starved of oxygen, and he was panting in his heart.

Congfeng picked up the half-eaten bun and fed it to her, and said meaningfully: "It's delicious." ”

The clear voice was playful, and Qingyan was so angry that he hit him.

The sky slowly brightened, and there was a sound of handover outside, and it was time for breakfast, and no one would come in for a while.

Congfeng hugged her and didn't let her get up, and the two shared hot buns.

"I see that Du Nanxing's injuries have recovered almost completely, should you let him go back?"

From the wind, I still remember that the wild man is in the small building, and I don't feel at ease.

Qingyan nodded, "Hmm." ”

In fact, she also mentioned it, but Du Nanxing said that the internal injuries were not healed, and it was more dangerous to go out.

If he dies in an accident, she won't be able to get paid.

Qingyan makes sense to think about it, anyway, if he is not in a hurry, he will let him be.

"And Ye Xiao, you didn't leave him, did you?"

Fingers lifted her chin, and saw that the bruises on her neck had dissipated, and her fingertips rubbed slightly, "You shouldn't have hidden it at that time, so that I could just abolish him!" ”

Qingyan knew that he was a vinegar jar, "I didn't keep him, but Mi'er left him." ”

Without waiting for him to ask, she continued to explain, "Mi'er said that the night Xiao Commander Demon Clan can make the world peaceful, so he can't die. ”

Congfeng understood the purpose of the senior sister, "Then let her go to Kuang to help the world, you are not allowed to go!" ”

Qingyan just didn't want to, Xiao almost strangled her to death at night, which made her very disgusted.

"Well, I don't care, it's just Luohan, you don't know, he's sour now, and he feels like he has fallen into a vinegar vat......"

There was another sound outside, and it was not good for her to come in for too long, so she had to leave.

Not long after Qingyan left, Shen Lin and Yixiao brought breakfast over.

Shen Lin was holding the porridge and the steamed bun in a scoop, originally planning to put it down and leave, but he didn't expect the prisoner, who doesn't like to talk on weekdays, to take the initiative to say that the weather is really good today.

It really scared the two of them.

When something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and after Shen Lin went out, he specially instructed the disciples who guarded him to be more vigilant.

They had only been gone for a moment, and then they rushed in with a thunderous bang, kicked open the cell door, and shouted that they were going to die from the wind.

"You vile and shameless villain! I'm going to kill you to avenge Jiang Bi! ”

The guards were all partial to their own people, and they had long wanted to teach this arrogant and stinky boy from the mountains a lesson, but when they saw a scoop rushing in and beating people, they stood at the door like no one.

Let the ping-pong inside, booming, screaming, all as steady as Mount Tai.

After a long, long time, so long that they began to waver, and began to worry.

Are the people inside okay?

The disciples were poking their heads out of the door, and they heard the sound of something dragging on the ground.

Soon, someone walked out.

One side of his head was swollen like a big watermelon, and blood dripped down his head like watermelon water.

One arm hung lifelessly beside him as if it had been broken, and one leg might have been broken and could not be lifted, and the foot was dragged to the ground.

When the disciples saw this man's appearance clearly, their jaws dropped in shock.

"How could it be...... A scoop of senior brother was beaten? ”

Someone in the crowd asking in disbelief?

While others don't speak, they want to ask too.

What the hell is going on?

Senior Brother Yiluo's cultivation is so high!

Isn't it a little rookie who has been in Xiaolinshan for less than three years?

Unexpectedly, a scoop of senior brother in Dalin Mountain was opened!

There was a piercing pain in his legs, and he tried to stay awake as much as possible so as not to faint again.

"Look at what! Why don't you come and help me! ”

"Huh?"

It's really a scoop of senior brother's voice!

"Oh, here we are." The disciples realized it and ran over.

I thought that if Senior Brother Yi was injured like this, the people inside would definitely die.

Inevitably, people died here, and the people in the small Linshan wanted to make trouble, and the leader asked the others to send a scoop away, and he took two junior disciples into the dungeon to check.

In the dungeon, the man was lying on a quilt with a handkerchief over his face.

"You won't be beaten to death by Senior Brother Yi, right?"

A junior brother asked worriedly, and the leader walked over and knocked on the wooden railing, "Hey?" Are you still alive? ”

The lying man was motionless, and the leader was a little worried, and was about to open the door when he heard a clear voice.

"Since guarding the dungeon should be dutiful, cats and dogs should not come in."

Leader: "......"

A cat and a dog?

He's not going to be talking about a scoop of senior brothers, is he?

Yilai was put like this, and the people guarding the dungeon did not dare to report it to the elders, and Yilai lost face and did not want to make a noise.

They carried him back to the courtyard and tried to use some medicine quietly, and the matter was fooled.

But he was too badly injured to hide it.

Just the big hole in his head can't hide it from the elders, not to mention that he has a broken leg.

Early the next morning, someone came to Dalinshan again, saying that a scoop had been crippled by the wind.

"From the wind to stay honestly in the dungeon, he ran out to beat people?" She didn't believe it.

Qingyan saw that the messenger was hesitant, and knew that it must be a scoop of self-inflicted.

So she said to the messengers: "Don't pass on unimportant things, are you tired?" ”

The messenger: How does this call him to reply?

If he had said so, would the elders have killed him?