Junior Disciple C

Chapter 110

The early morning sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves of the forest onto the four people lying in disorder on the grass. Although it was faint, it still dispelled the coldness of the cold night.

After a night of running and fleeing, lying on the grass and basking in the sun has become a rare enjoyment. It is so warm that you don't want to move.

Indeed, none of them moved, they were all lying on their backs, relaxing their limbs that were as heavy as lead.

No one spoke, I didn't feel it when I was running away with nervous tension just now, but as soon as I fell down, I felt tired like a wave of tide, at this moment, I felt tired even when I moved my fingers, and the same thing happened when I moved my mouth.

I don't know how long I lay there, the sun rose higher and higher, and it was a bit dazzling, so Feng Ye raised his left hand to cover his eyes.

This movement immediately caused the wound on his left shoulder. The pain made him finally wake up from the lazy and drowsy state. It was inconvenient to move his left arm now. The wounds on his shoulder and palm had not been treated, so he turned to lift it up. right arm.

Did not move.

Feng Ye couldn't help tilting his head, and looked at the person lying beside him. His right hand was being held by Hao Chen. Hao Chen pulled him up with the same force. Now that the crisis was over, he didn't let go.

He lay on his back on the grass, closed his eyes lightly, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.

Feng Ye looked at Hao Chen's profile. There happened to be a small flower growing between the two of them lying on the grass. It was a lavender mountain flower, exactly the same as the one the crow gave him yesterday.

The mountain flower was in front of Feng Ye's eyes. From his perspective, the mountain flower seemed to be pinned to Hao Chen's head.

A crow with a flower on its head is fluffy and cute, but a big man with a flower on his head looks nondescript.

But what Hao Chendai said, Feng Ye actually thought...not bad?

This fish is stinky, and it always wears a folding fan, no matter it is hot or cold, it has to be shaken, and it has brought out its coquettishness to the extreme.

But he does have the capital of smug beauty. His human form... looks really deceptive, and he belongs to the type that looks good no matter how he dresses up.

Dai Duohua didn't look feminine, but added a sense of beauty.

Strangely beautiful.

Wait, Feng Ye blinked, he suddenly realized what he was thinking.He actually praised Hao Chen for his good looks?

Although he was just boasting in his heart, he still felt a little baffled.

He took a breath, reminding himself that this fish is black and fat, and cannot be deceived by Hao Chen's human form.

After Feng Ye finished building his mind, he shook his right hand to signal Hao Chen to let go.

Hao Chen... didn't let go.

Not only did he not loosen, he even tightened his grip a bit.His brows and eyes were still closed, as if it was just a subconscious reaction of the sleeping person.

Feng Ye stared at Hao Chen motionlessly. If Hao Chen's thumb hadn't been fumbling on the back of his hand, he would have believed it.

Feng Ye tried to pierce the fact that the fish was pretending to be asleep with his eyes, but he just once again realized Hao Chen's unshakable thick skin.

Hao Chen was completely immune to the harmless attack of sight, Feng Ye could only do something that he couldn't be immune to.

He bent his right leg and gently pushed Hao Chen with his knee, trying to push Hao Chen away.

Hao Chen was indeed pushed away, but as soon as he moved away a little, he rebounded and rolled towards Feng Ye.One rolled over and landed on Feng Ye's body impartially.

Feng Ye: "..."

Hao Chen rested his head on Feng Ye's chest. A man's chest is not as soft as a woman's, but it has a different taste.

He really wanted to stay here for a while longer, but at the same time he felt the soaring anger of the dragon below.

Hao Chen had no choice but to seize the time to touch it twice, and then before Feng Ye's anger gauge was full, he pretended to be sleepy and woke up leisurely.

He rubbed his eyes vaguely, and asked blankly, "Am I asleep?"

Feng Ye: "..."

He glared at Hao Chen, but Hao Chen just pretended not to see it. He made up a complete logic chain for his behavior: "Last night, I fought and ran all night, and fell asleep accidentally as soon as I relaxed."

His voice woke up Fang Yang and Cao Zirui, who were both tired and drowsy, and they sat up from the grass. Fang Yang agreed, "I almost fell asleep too."

Feng Ye: "..."

Fine.

He was forced to accept this reason, and then, with a triumphant smile on Hao Chen's face, he mercilessly pushed Hao Chen away from him.

Hao Chen didn't hold back anymore, because he smelled the smell of blood again when he lay on Feng Ye's body.

Only Feng Ye's own, and some of the three-headed dog's.

When Feng Ye came out of Shura Road, the blood-soaked clothes and blood stains on the soles of his shoes were actually illusions.

The Eight Great Ghost Generals have long since perished together with Xiqiang, and this formation is just a false shadow.

When they completely escaped from the formation, the blood stains on Feng Ye's body disappeared naturally.

But Ling Yun is not an illusion, and neither is the three-headed dog, so the wounds and bloodstains they brought did not disappear after leaving the formation.

After Feng Ye sat up on the grass, he began to clean up his wounds. The wound on the palm of his hand was fine, and the wound was not bleeding much, but the wound on his shoulder was a little more serious.

Because the left shoulder was injured, he could only use his right hand to clean it up, which was very inconvenient.

Hao Chen looked at it for a moment, then cautiously suggested: "Shall I help you?"

He has already realized that it is difficult to get close to this dragon, so he adopted the most gentle way, first obtaining permission before approaching.

Feng Ye paused, and he glanced at Hao Chen.Hao Chen's expression seemed a little apprehensive, he didn't know if Feng Ye would let him get close.

Feng Ye pursed his lower lip. In the big formation, he first refused Hao Chen's approach, and then Fang Yang. He also knew that he was a bit sensitive and almost neurotic, but he couldn't control it.

In fact, under normal conditions, asking others to help deal with the wound, although Feng Ye doesn't like to get too close to others, but he will not refuse mercilessly.

But the Western Qiang Imperial City brought back too many memories for him, and later he saw the Eight Great Ghost Generals and Ling Yun one after another, which kept his nerves in a tense state, and any slight stimulation might arouse him greatly. rebound.

It's like a continuously tightened bowstring, the tighter it is, the greater the reaction force triggered.

That's why he refused to let other people get close to his wound, even though intellectually he knew that both Hao Chen and Fang Yang were just looking at the wound for him.

But rationality belongs to rationality, emotion belongs to emotion, his mind was very confused at that time, memories and the confused situation in front of him were spinning in his mind together, he had no time to use reason to judge the intentions of the people around him when they approached him, so he used it uniformly. The most instinctive reaction.

Don't trust anyone's instincts.

Some instincts are innate, and some are acquired the day after tomorrow, when you fall again and again and stand up while clutching the injured wound.

After lying on the grass for a long time, Feng Ye had slowly relaxed. He was no longer tense, nor did he stand up with scales all over his body, refusing others to approach him.

He nodded to Hao Chen and agreed to Hao Chen's proposal.

Hao Chen's eyes lit up, as if he had received some unexpected gift, he immediately moved over.

He helped Feng Ye tear off the clothes on his shoulders. The clothes were already glued together with flesh and blood, and the wound would tear if he touched it lightly.

So Hao Chen tore it very carefully, and his movements were very slow, so slow that Feng Ye couldn't stand it, so he directly grabbed Hao Chen's hand and tore it violently.

With a "stab", the clothes on his shoulders were torn out a big hole, and at the same time, there was also the flesh that was torn off.

Feng Ye clenched his teeth while doing it himself. He didn't cry out in pain, and his expression didn't change a bit. He just handed the torn cloth material to Hao Chen who was staring blankly with a normal expression.

Not only Hao Chen was dumbfounded, Fang Yang and Cao Zirui beside him were also dumbfounded, the wound was covered with blood, it looked serious, but Senior Brother Waste Chai didn't say a word, the big men in the story who scrape bones to heal poison That's all.

Fang Yang gave Feng Ye a thumbs up, and Cao Zirui also showed admiration.

Feng Ye's expression was indifferent, as if this little pain was just pediatrics to him.But Hao Chen who was closest to him still noticed some clues. Feng Ye's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and when he just tore off his clothes, his whole body trembled undetectably.

This dragon was just pretending, it was obviously in terrible pain, but he still had to act like he was fine.Hao Chen thought to himself.

If it was him who was injured, he would also pretend.But contrary to Feng Ye, Feng Ye was in a lot of pain, and he only showed a little bit of it. In his case, he had to show a little bit of pain.

You have to play around and pretend to be weak, in exchange for caring and warmth for the patients.

"Brother, I'll go to the river to get some water to wash your wound." Fang Yang suggested.

He had already forgotten about Feng Ye's murder of himself before, without Feng Ye's explanation, he just found a reason for Feng Ye himself, it must be that Brother Waste Chai couldn't be distracted in order to open the exit of the big formation, so he did it Don't let yourself touch him.

Now that Big Brother Hao has already helped Senior Brother Fei Chai clean up the wound, he can't help, so he wants to fetch some water.

"I have some wound medicine here, you can use it." Cao Zirui also said, he took out a few small porcelain bottles from the storage bag as he spoke, put them next to Feng Ye and Hao Chen, and then went to fight with Fang Yang water.

The two walked away together, the clothes had been torn, and the dust in the wound needed to be washed off before the bandage could be applied. It seemed that they could not continue to heal the wound until Fang Yang and the others came back with water.

But as soon as Fang Yang and Cao Zirui walked away, Hao Chen snapped his fingers casually, and a ball of water condensed in his palm.

How could he, a Kunpeng living in the sea, not gather water?But he didn't stop those two people from leaving to fetch water, because he wanted to be alone with Feng Ye.

Being alone is solitary, and Feng Ye's wounds can't be delayed. When Fang Yang and the others come back, he can just make up a reason to fool him, so Hao Chen used his spiritual power without any scruples.

The method of gathering water is not difficult, but it is not something that disciples in the Qi refining stage can learn.

Seeing this, Feng Ye deliberately joked: "Friend Hao Chen's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and he can even gather water?"

Hao Chen was busy with his hands, so he didn't bother to answer for a while.He guided the water polo to Feng Ye's shoulder. Because it was condensed by his spiritual power, it inevitably carried the unique chill of Beiming. The water polo was a little colder than normal temperature. The burning pain in the wound made Feng Ye feel the sourness of the two heavens of ice and fire.

"Hiss!" Feng Ye gasped.

He was mentally prepared when he tore off his clothes just now, so he didn't yell out, but this time he was not prepared, so he yelled out of defense.

Hao Chen managed to control the trajectory of the water, and only then did he have the time to reply. He was also joking: "No matter how fast I advance, I can't compare to fellow Daoist Feng Ye's superb swordsmanship. I can't beat the former head of the Lingxiao Sword Sect! It's a draw."

It's been a long time since this mutual confrontation.Feng Ye thought in the interval of pain.

He seemed to be fighting against each other when he and Hao Chen just met. At that time, he always thought this piece of brown sugar was annoying, but he didn't expect that today, he would grab Hao Chen's hand like a demon.

It can only be described as possessed, because looking back now, Feng Ye couldn't figure out why he chose to believe in Hao Chen, believed that Hao Chen would catch him instead of letting go, and let himself fall into the hell made up of eighteen stone gates .

The wound on the shoulder no longer caused such severe pain, and his body gradually adapted to the chill from Beiming. Feng Ye stared into Hao Chen's eyes, trying to see clearly what it was that bewitched him.

Hao Chen lowered his eyebrows, seeing that the wound was almost cleaned up, he picked up the porcelain bottle left by Cao Zirui and helped Feng Ye apply the medicine.

He carefully sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound, and then took out a set of his spare clothes from the storage bag. He tore off the sleeve robe of the spare clothes, and used it as gauze to help Feng Ye wrap it up.

"do you like me?"

While wrapping up, he suddenly heard this question.

Hao Chen's movements stopped suddenly.

After pausing for a moment, he resumed his actions. After wrapping up Feng Ye's wound completely, he tied a big bow tie, and then sat upright, widening the distance from Feng Ye.

He slowly raised his head, facing Feng Ye and staring into his own eyes.

"I like you." Hao Chen said with a smile.

It was Feng Ye's turn to be stunned. He didn't expect Hao Chen's answer, nor did he expect Hao Chen to answer it so easily.

So easy it's unreal.

It was not the first time that Hao Chen said that he liked him. He had said the words "I seem to like you more and more" before. At that time, Feng Ye didn't take it seriously at all, it was just Hao Chen's usual joke.

But this time... Feng Ye couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Hao Chen, let’s say he’s serious, sometimes he’s as dissolute as a hooligan, and he’s not serious, but he doesn’t seem to have done anything too outrageous, it’s somewhere between serious and not serious, which makes people elusive well.

In the same way, his words are also true and false, he just opens his mouth to say what should be said, even if he knows that it may cause the other party to misunderstand.

Just like when they first met, they obviously just lay side by side on the bed for a while, and after Hao Chen talked about it, it was as if they had done something indescribable.

Of course, what such a person says cannot be taken seriously. Feng Ye himself has a personality that is hard to believe in others. The two phases are superimposed. Feng Ye never listens to Hao Chen's words, but only listens to half of them.

But this time...Feng Ye looked into Hao Chen's eyes. The anxiety in these eyes was gone, and those half-hidden things finally surfaced.

Or maybe it was never hidden, but Feng Ye never noticed it.

It was the most beautiful thing in the world, so beautiful that Feng Ye was almost fascinated again.

He couldn't help raising his hand, as if he wanted to touch the eyes full of love, but just halfway through, his movements froze suddenly.

Almost like a conditioned reflex, he withdrew his hand.

The more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they are. When he relaxes his vigilance, what is coming is doom.

He tried to believe again and again, but was always deceived again and again.

So many times, he engraved distrust into his bones and became an instinct.

The scales on Yinglong's body that are so hard that swords can't pierce them are not so hard at the beginning, but become so hard as they peel off and grow again and again.

This is his way of protecting himself.

Feng Ye clenched his fists, thinking of words of rejection.

However, before he could really say it, Fang Yang and the others came back.

Feng Ye could only temporarily swallow the words on his lips.

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Egg shells will break, dragon egg shells will break too, don't panic~