The big hole on Gu Ting's back made Zhi Xi start to cry again, Xuan Yi stood aside and played with his sleeves with pain in his hands, looking at her for a while, and Yan Xia who was also silently wiping away tears, she had no choice but to remain silent.
"Is it because of Fuluo?" Zhixi asked softly, wiping away her tears with a handkerchief.
Yanxia silently nodded: "Senior Sister Zhixi also knows..."
Zhixi sighed, it was also because of a certain classmate reunion, she heard Gu Ting chanting Fu Luo's name after being drunk, so she knew that they still had a relationship. The words blocked her back: he is willing, I am willing, what does it have to do with you?
Yes, Gu Ting is willing, Fu Luo enjoys it, and her behavior really looks like meddling. She has always been unaccustomed to the unrestrained atmosphere in the God Realm, and she boasted that she must find a unique confidant in the future, but now that she thinks about it, she is actually the biggest fool.
It used to be Fucang, now it is...
She exhausted all her energy to prevent herself from thinking about that name, got up and said: "I should go back, Junior Sister Yanxia, take care of Junior Brother Gu Ting."
Slowly walking out of the Zhengzheng courtyard, looking at the golden and green sycamore trees intertwined with wood and fire, the scenes that made her liver and gallbladder torn as she saw before were intertwined in front of her eyes, Zhixi felt that her bones were countless, Xuan Yi Holding her arm, he said softly: "Senior Sister, can you stay for one night? I will live in my Baijia Courtyard."
Zhixi's expression was complicated, she paused for a while, then forced a smile and said: "I have to go back, the Wuchen Department is very busy, next time."
Xuanyi sent her to the gate of Yuhua Hall with regret, and watched her go away while shaking his hands. Zhixi looked so weird today, could it be that the Wuchen Department in her dream disappointed her? Or was it frightened by Gu Ting's injury?
She went all the way back to the Baijia Courtyard. It was rare that the female fairy did not go out to play wildly today. Seeing her coming, she came out with a smile on her face: "Princess, Emperor Qingyuan just sent the priests to send two sets of general costumes. Princess Do you want to try it?"
Xuan Yi glanced at the couch in the outer hall, on which there were two sets of general outfits, one green and one white. She should try it, but her right hand hurts like hell, she was so cruel to herself today, she immediately shook her head: "Try tomorrow. I'm sleepy and don't want to eat."
She walked into the bedroom, opened the gauze curtain and threw herself on the bed. The pain in her right hand was dozens of times worse than the previous few days, causing her head to start to ache. She would often be woken up by the pain as soon as she fell asleep, tossing and turning, until the sky was light and the severe pain was relieved a little, and then she fell asleep and her breath gradually became heavy. .
I don't know how long I slept, but in the deep sleep, I turned over and pressed my right hand, the pain caused Xuan Yi to tremble, and suddenly woke up.
The layered gauze curtains were suddenly lifted, one hand gently held her shoulder, and Fu Cang's deep voice sounded beside her ear: "Are you awake?"
Xuan Yi was so startled that he almost jumped up, turned over and stared at him suddenly: "...how about your Huaxu etiquette?"
Fu Cang couldn't keep up with her escaping thoughts: "What?"
"Which way of etiquette is it to trespass on the goddess' bedroom like this?"
Fu Cang didn't speak for a long time, but then he sat down on the bed and said calmly: "Since you are awake, get up and prepare to practice sword."
Originally, he couldn't come here so quickly. There are many things to be discussed about killing the Suihu Maharaja. The deployment of the generals and the tactical arrangement must be carefully prepared. Who knows that the Emperor of Heaven suddenly issued a decree yesterday to summon all the emperors of the God Realm , including those great emperors who were over thirty-three days old, went to Tiangong together to discuss some important matters, and Maharaja Suihu's killing plan could only be put on hold for the time being.
Xuan Yi's hands hurt badly, and he couldn't prove that he had a positive attitude towards learning, so he shrank back under the quilt again: "I don't want to practice today."
Fu Cang stared at her fluffy long hair spread on the pillow, and said in a low voice: "Then today's task is to lie down for another day?"
She immediately turned over, real tears streaming down her face: "...I really don't want to practice." But she wanted to eat.
Fu Cang paid no attention to her, grabbed her back by the collar and dragged her out of the quilt: "Get up."
Xuan Yi struggled in every possible way, and hit Chun Jun with his right hand on his waist, gasping for breath in pain, holding it for a long time and unable to move.
"What's the matter?" Fu Cang grabbed her arm and carefully inspected her right hand. There was not even a small cut on it. He gently pinched her hand bones with his fingertips, and there was no damage.
"Don't touch me." Xuan Yi struggled to break free, his head was covered by the quilt, "I don't practice today, you come tomorrow."
If this continues, she really won't be able to learn the art of swordsmanship in ten thousand years. But from his heart, he didn't really want to let these hands hold the sword to fight, so that he was taught to be perfunctory and tolerant from the beginning-if you can't learn kendo, you can't learn it well, it doesn't matter.
Fu Cang let out a sigh of relief, and covered her fluffy hair with his palm: "Then continue to sleep."
The quilt was uncovered, and she looked at him vigilantly with dark eyes: "Will there be something to eat when I'm hungry?"
There was a smile in Fu Cang's eyes, but he didn't answer. He gently stroked her cheek with one hand, brushing away the messy hair on her face. Xuan Yi pushed the hand slowly but resolutely, and his wrist was caught the next moment. Tucking it back into the quilt, the hand fell on the hair again, and stroked it twice: "Sleep."
The clean and clear breath filled the whole world. She wanted to struggle, but she was unable to struggle. It must be because her right hand hurt too much.
Xuan Yi tightly closed his eyes, his hands were still on his hair, and he stroked her like a cat from time to time, did he regard her as that stupid lion? She turned over to avoid his hand, but soon he caught up again and took her back into his palm.
His long sleeves fell in front of his eyes, and the cloud pattern embroidered with dark silver thread was elegant and simple. Xuan Yi stared at it for a long time, and suddenly felt his fingers touching her face and her trembling eyelids. He said softly: "No sleep?"
Xuan Yi shrunk down, trying to avoid his hand, but he pinched her face gently and turned her head away. Haitang was sleeping in spring, her cheeks were still red, and the skin touched by her fingertips began to feel hot again. She rolled her eyes Closed, the eyelashes kept shaking.
Fu Cang couldn't help leaning over to kiss her lips lightly, four lips touched, she retreated quickly as if frightened, he opened his arms to hug her, pressed the back of his head to him, and kissed slowly all the way along the chin. lips, and kissed her slightly raised upper lip.
"If you don't sleep, don't sleep." He held her chin with the other hand, and gently rubbed his thumb on the lower lip~www..com~ Parted that piece of plump and soft lips, bowed his head and kissed her again, this is This time, however, she was a bit fierce, searching all the evasions between her lips and teeth without any resistance.
She couldn't hide no matter how she tried, she was finally caught by the tip of her tongue, lingering and licking\\/lick deeply, it was the first time he kissed so deeply and intensely. She was woken up by the pain in her right hand time and time again, and again and again she was pressed down by him and sank. She tried to push him, but her wrist was caught and pressed on the bed, her fingers intertwined, and he stroked the most delicate skin between her fingers with his fingertips.
I don't know if it's itching/itching or pain, Xuanyi can't tell what kind of tangled state she is in now, and she is glad that the pain in her hand makes her wake up from time to time, and hates that this pain makes her unable to sink.
She felt that she was trembling, and the hand that was pressing the back of her head was down, passed through the long hair, and stroked the back of her neck. Then she opened the neckline, and scratched her collarbone very gently with her thumb. Fu Cang licked half of her panting lips, gradually rolled down, and kissed her hot and crimson neck.
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