It was already dawn. After leaving Zhao Xiru's side, Murong Qiufeng returned to his small courtyard again, where Shangguan Ye now lives.
It happened that Youxiang came out of the house in a hurry. Murong Qiufeng looked at her expression, and his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't figure out what happened to Ye.
You Xiang raised her eyes and saw Murong Qiu Feng standing there with an ugly face. Her eyes suddenly lit up. She was about to go find him, "Ah haha, Master, you are back. Just in time, um, I need to make some medicine, Master."
I’ll leave you to take care of it.”
"How is he? Has the wound worsened?" Murong Qiufeng hurriedly stepped forward with a pale face.
Youxiang was stunned for a moment, then waved her hands quickly, "It's okay, ah, no, something is wrong, um, not really, the injury has not worsened, don't worry, oh, you are taking care of it anyway, I will make the medicine, eh, I will come back at noon
Look." Youxiang said a little incoherently, and finally curled her lips, said no more explanation, and left quickly.
Is there something wrong? That’s weird. His master is an extraordinary person. His body is comparable to that of a beast. His skin is rough and fleshy, and he heals like a monster. He can be alive and kicking this time. But... the poor master, isn’t Xiaoyou?
I'm trying to help you, but it's really not enough. Please take it seriously.
Murong Qiufeng didn't know what Youxiang was thinking in her heart. Seeing Youxiang's helpless look, she decided that something must have happened to Shangguan Ye. Immediately, her whole body became cold again, and she froze and ran into the room quickly.
Pushing open the door, he walked quickly to the bedside, only to see that Shangguan Ye was still sleeping as before, with nothing unusual. His eyes glanced at the white gauze on his chest, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at his exposed arms and
He frowned, stretched out his hand to pull the pin, but felt it was not enough, so he turned around and took out the spare brocade quilt from the cabinet, and covered him with it, almost covering him until only half of his head was exposed.
I reached into the quilt and touched his arm. I felt it was still as cold as ice. After thinking about it, I simply took off my coat, turned over and lay down in it. I carefully avoided the wound with my hand, put my arm around his waist, and came close to him.
When I fell asleep, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. I guess I was sure that Shangguan Ye didn't know.
As soon as she got close to him, she felt the coldness on his body. Her body couldn't help but tremble, and she was busy working on her internal energy. She secretly complained in her heart about how Youxiang took care of people, why she kept letting him dry without clothes, what to do if he was sick, and why he suddenly felt so so...
Careless.
If Youxiang heard this now, she would probably complain loudly, but the master did it deliberately and it was none of her business.
After a while, I felt that Shangguan Ye's body was no longer cold. Although he felt very tired, he was not sleepy at all. Listening to Shangguan Ye's long breathing, he couldn't help but feel dazed, thinking about what happened since he met Shangguan Ye.
Every bit of it, even though we only got along for three months, it feels as if it has been a long time ago and is as unforgettable as ever.
Looking back, he was suddenly surprised to find that it seemed that from the moment he met Shangguan Ye, Shangguan Ye had been making compromises and accommodating him. Even when he helped his sister deceive him, he never really blamed him in the end.
His temper remained the same as before, and he was even kinder to him.
He clearly understood everything from the big things in his future life to the small and hard-to-find details, and satisfied him every step of the way without making a move, without leaving him with any doubts.
But now, he suddenly discovered that he seemed to know nothing about Shangguan Ye. He didn't know what he liked, what habits he had, what he was worried about, and what he was happy about. In this relationship, he had always done everything.
Shangguan Ye is the one who receives, but Shangguan Ye is the one who gives.
He felt that he owed Shangguan Ye too much.
As I was thinking about it, I couldn't help but raise my eyes, stare at him seriously, and look at him carefully.
This was the first time he looked at him so carefully, quietly and seriously.
Looking closely, Shangguan Ye's facial features are actually not as sharp as usual, but rather soft. Perhaps he is more inclined to his mother and concubine, but because he has been fighting all year round, his whole body looks like a bloody Overlord's Sword.
Generally speaking, the sharp look in his eyes, with evil aura and intimidating severity, makes his eyes less soft and more violent. The whole person looks angular and angular without any softness at all.
Her hand unconsciously caressed his face gently, following her eyes and lingering on those beautiful facial features, her heart felt a little sore. He was supposed to be a pampered prince, but he suffered a lot of hardships and torture, and even always had trouble with the King of Hell.
Fight to survive from the edge of death.
He is the God of Death, a Shura on the battlefield, and his hands are stained with blood. But who is born to like having their hands stained with blood? They are all forced to do so.
He said that only on the battlefield can he release his true self.
He understood that this was not because he was truly bloodthirsty and cruel, but that only at that time could he get a moment of freedom, numb himself with the feeling of killing, and put aside those annoying thoughts and pressures.
Her eyes fell on his shoulders, and she couldn't help but reach out, gently lift the quilt, and look at the exposed skin with the faint light.
Just on the shoulder that was not wrapped by gauze, I could see several old and new scars.
His hands shook unconsciously, and his heart throbbed slightly. One could imagine what the rest of his body must be like.
The hand was trembling a little, and it slowly moved away from his chest and touched his waist and abdomen. Sure enough, although it was very subtle, the feeling was still so obvious, with various scars. The hand suddenly stopped and there was a trace on his abdomen.
Above the tiny dot, my breathing suddenly became heavy.
Although he is not proficient in medical skills, he has learned some. How could he not know how such a wound was caused? It was obviously penetrated by a small sharp instrument, and there were bifurcated marks next to it. No,
It's hard to guess, but it must be an arrow with barbs.
Chang Youxiang said in an understatement that when he went to the battlefield, he was almost always negotiating with the King of Hell, always wandering on the edge of life and death. He didn't feel that shocked at that time, but now, he imagines every wound carefully, leaving behind
It must have been so thrilling before.
He felt like he was suffocating, and his heart felt like a big stone was pressing down, and he could hardly get through it.
In a blur, my hand was covered by a big warm hand, and then held gently.
Murong Qiufeng came back to his senses and suddenly raised his eyes, only to see that Shangguan Ye had opened his eyes at some unknown time. Those midnight black eyes were looking at him seriously, with a bit of burning heat and a deep feeling in his eyes.
of tenderness.
Shangguan Ye squeezed his hand, rubbed his abdomen deliberately twice, and smiled teasingly, "Little guy, how could you do such unscrupulous things to me while I'm sleeping? If you really want to, you don't have to be sneaky, just
You said, I will definitely accompany you to the end."
As soon as Shangguan Ye's voice sounded, the four cats who had been squatting outside waiting to listen in the corner suddenly stopped yawning, became excited, and listened with their ears tilted.
Murong Qiufeng did not change his mood because of his teasing, although he knew that he always changed the topic and teased him, often to make himself happy and put aside those unhappy things, but at this moment, he felt
Her soreness only became more intense, and she couldn't help but bury her head into his shoulder, and asked softly, "Those injuries must have been very painful at that time."
Shangguan Ye's eyes became softer and softer. He raised his other hand and gently stroked his soft hair. A soft smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he said softly, "It doesn't hurt, because I have forgotten the feeling. It's all