The Book of Troubled Times Chapter 327

  Chapter 327 things

   Not as lucky as Yue Hongling and Yue Hongling when they fell into the Xuanwu Secret Realm, being able to fall on the soft jelly bed.

   But it's not too miserable anyway, the bottom is not magma... after all, it's another independent space, not a volcano.

   Below is the soil, scorched, burned, but not clumped, fluffy.

  The two of them fell into the soil, and when they got up in disgrace, they both looked a little surprised.

  Although this is also a space without sun and moon, it is not dark because there is fire. A group of half-person-high flames are quietly burning not far in front, passing through the entire era, passing through countless times, and will never be extinguished.

  Zhao Changhe felt that the coffin boards of the Newtons could not be held down.

  Knowing that this is essentially a fantasy world, it's too exaggerated to say that I didn't think it was mysterious before. What is your fuel, and how do you maintain the air?

  But at this moment, he didn't want to think too much for the time being, and he didn't have the energy to get closer to have a look.

  He was injured so badly that he couldn't move half of his body. He was sweating profusely from the pain, and he still bleeds profusely. Not only did it hurt, but dizziness from blood loss began to strike. Zhao Changhe barely wanted to get up, but fell back into the soil with a muffled groan.

  Forget about the injury, I don't know if Huangfu has regained his sanity, if he is still so fierce, he will really die...

  Before she fell down, she still knew how to seal the breath of the space barrier with her fingers, so she must have recovered her sanity?

  Just as she was thinking this way, she felt lifted up and leaned against Xiangxiang's soft shoulder.

  Looking up, under the light of the fire, Huangfuqing's expression was peaceful, his brows and eyes were gentle, and he no longer had the strange and cruel eyes that were all in the shape of flames before.

  Holding the **** Zhao Changhe, she didn't have any taboos, letting the blood dye her beautiful sable fur red, just like restoring the inherent red sacrificial robe...

  Use blood as a sacrifice to dye my red clothes.

  She took out a elixir and stuffed it into Zhao Changhe's mouth, then gently tore off the clothes on Zhao Changhe's shoulders, and then hesitated: "Is there a clean bandage?"

  Zhao Changhe secretly thought that the central government was willing to use bellybands back then...

   Forget it, I'm afraid I'm going to be beaten to death if I mention this. At this time, the gentle and gentle sister Winged Fire Snake, don't blacken your words.

  Anyway, before entering the mountain, I threw all the luggage and parcels left at Yang Qianyuan Station into the ring, which is much more complete than when he and Yue Hongling survived on the deserted island. Zhao Changhe barely used his last bit of strength to **** out the medicinal package from the ring, and the wound was so painful that he almost passed out.

  Huangfuqing lowered his head, applied the wound medicine on him, and wrapped the bandage carefully.

  Zhao Changhe looked up at her.

   It can be seen that she has never taken care of anyone, she is as clumsy as Yang Yang, and her hands are used to kill people.

  However, such a brutal murderer turns into a big sister in seconds, and the fierceness between her brows turns into gentleness, which makes people itch to see, and I really want to hug her.

  So he really put his arms around her waist.

  Huangfuqing's waist stiffened, and the bandaged hand subconsciously tightened, causing Zhao Changhe to groan in pain.

  Huangfu said in a bad mood: "Don't push yourself too hard, or you will be strangled to death!"

  That's what she said, but she didn't try hard to earn it, fearing that if she tried harder, it would make Zhao Changhe more painful.

   So Zhao Changhe put his arms around him and didn't let go.

  Huangfuqing pursed his lips, left him alone, continued to wrap the bandage, and said in a low voice: "If I really kill you, do you regret it?"

  Zhao Changhe couldn't help laughing: "That depends on whether there is a **** in the world, and whether I can turn into a ghost and regret it."

   "Don't be poor, you know what I'm asking."

"Someone asked me before, would I not be afraid of death when faced with vultures hunting their teeth? I answered her, I never thought about it, and once I thought about it, no one would do it." Zhao Changhe whispered: "I never thought about myself What will happen... I just thought, if I hide in by myself and seal the space barrier, I will be safe, but you may fall into madness and cannot recover, or you may hit Ye Wuzong or even real Yuxu, and die in Kunlun... I can't let you go outside alone in that state..."

  Huangfu wanted to say that even if I ran into Ye Wuzong, I would beat him up, so why would I die in Kunlun... But the words didn't come out of my mouth.

  Whether you can beat Ye Wuzong or not is meaningless. It is difficult to avoid all kinds of traps and back arrows in a crazy state, and the possibility of dying at the hands of Xiaoxiao is very high.

  The meaning lies in his heart.

  He was worried about her, and he didn't even care that he was going to be killed.

"Between you and me..." Huangfu held back and held back, and finally said: "There is no such friendship between you and me, you don't think that I have teased you and touched your back on horseback , what kind of relationship do you have with you? I am a demon girl, do you understand the witch, how did you survive until now with the virtue of being so desperate for being teased by the witch?"

  Zhao Changhe smiled: "You still want to hide it from me, Venerable Xuanwu interrogated you, and you admitted that you like me."

  Huangfu Qing's eyes widened.

  In the rocky mountains in the desert, Sanniang found a ball of jelly that hadn't been dug out in the Xuanwu Secret Realm, wrapped it in it, slept soundly, and laughed in her dreams.

  Hee hee, you are usually so fierce, you still dare to murder me!

   "So how could I just sit back and watch something happen to a woman who likes me." Zhao Changhe's arms around her waist tightened a bit, as if he wanted to kiss her.

   "Crack!" Huangfu covered his big mouth with a palm, and said angrily, "Ziwu... Your lord is talking nonsense, how could she have asked me such a topic!"

   "Yes yes yes." Zhao Changhe is not willing to believe such arrogant words, you don't like me, so what are you doing now? Hold me on your shoulders, I still put my arms around your waist, you didn't earn it.

   Obviously Sanniang is credible.

  Thank you, Sanniang.

  So instead of retreating, she pursed her lips and kissed her palm.

  Huangfu fell into a rage and was about to explode when he suddenly became dizzy and lost strength in his hands.

  After getting out of the berserk state, even if he doesn't completely collapse like Zhao Changhe, there will inevitably be a short period of weakness, and he won't be able to raise his strength for a while.

   It fell on Zhao Changhe's feeling. Isn't this obviously a loss of face, but is it welcome if you want to refuse?

  This is even more provocative, my sister is really good at it.

  Although Zhao Changhe was injured, it was a traumatic injury, but he wasn't that weak. Seeing the witch girl, he wanted to refuse and greeted him. How could he be polite? He tightened his arms and stretched his neck, and he really kissed Huangfuqing's face.

  He...he really dared to belittle me? !

  Huangfu Qing's mind was blank, he was powerless to earn money, he was speechless when he wanted to scold, and he whispered in his ears: "I like you too... Thank you Venerable Suzaku for sending you to my side."

  Who am I, who am I?

   That's right, in his mind this is the Winged Fire Serpent, not the Suzaku...

  Huangfuqing was in a daze in his head for a moment, still figuring out logic, and his lips felt warm.

   Seeing the kiss on the face, she did not dodge and push it away, and the aggressive man moved decisively from his face to his lips.

  It was as if an electric current had exploded into his mind and spread throughout his body. Huangfuqing completely lost his mind, and his mind went blank.

   I was kissed by a man?

  I, Suzaku, was kissed by a mere man who was eight or nine years younger than me at the eighth level of the entrance... How can I get a foothold in the Jianghu, how can I lead the sect, how can I see you late...

   Are you going to kill him?

  But he doesn't know.

   In his heart, this is a winged fire snake who likes him...

   But do I like him?

   How could I? I was just teasing him...

  How did it become like this...

   I don't know how long it took, until the man pushed forward again and tried to knock on the door, Huangfu finally got excited, and as if he had regained a little strength, he pushed him away suddenly: "Enough!"

  The two were panting slightly, Huangfuqing pushed his chest hard, wanted to say something but really didn't know where to start, his mind was in a mess. In the end, it can only be turned into this sentence: "You are seriously injured and weak, and you are soaked in blood, and you only think about this kind of thing!"

  Zhao Changhe blinked his eyes: "The one who loves is Huangfu's love; the one who does things is also engaged. Of course I want things..."

  Huangfuqing was almost laughed out of anger: "You learned to play with words from Tang Wanzhuang, right?"

   "No, no, just a moment of inspiration."

"You want to do Huangfuqing?" Huangfuqing found a good reason to refuse: "Although I am not a saint, I am also a high-ranking sect. Even if I can find a man, there is no reason to be friendly with outsiders. Why should I be taught by Sixiang?" People, if you have the ability, you can go to the Venerable to join the teaching."

  Zhao Changhe blinked his eyes again, reached out to touch the ring, and turned out a pig face mask again.

  It's not the original cute pig mask for the two of them. This pig's face is fiery red, its fangs are ferocious, its fire patterns are strange, its imposing manner is overwhelming, and it looks quite evil. The material of the mask is quite special, and it seems to have some protective effect and strength blessing.

  Huangfu's heart skipped a beat, why did he have this?

  Zhao Changhe shook his mask with a smile: "My room fire pig, is sister Wing Fire Snake's own person?"

  Huangfu Qing stared at the pig's face dumbfounded, and only one sentence echoed in his heart: "Yuan Sanniang, I'm not finished with you!"

  The next moment, the dead pig's head kissed him again, and Huangfu Qing watched him approaching, not knowing how to refuse him at all.

  The lips met again, this time it was not a sneak attack.

  The eternal flame lightly burns a few feet away, like a campfire warming up.

   Witnessing that the divine Suzaku in front fell into the scorched earth and fell into the mundane world.

  (end of this chapter)

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