Faraway Wanderers

The two were entangled in the fragrant warm quilt. The room was full of lascivious / extravagant atmosphere. The scorpion sat on the side, watching without any movement, like a ghost.

The two people on the bed seemed to be getting more and more engaged, and the call was getting louder and louder. If you look carefully, this time he chose two youngsters. It took a while for the two youngsters to calm down from the aftermath of love / lust. , The two looked at each other, draped in clothes, came to the scorpion half-covered, kneeling on one knee.

The scorpion put down his glass discerningly, glancing around the flushed faces and bodies of the two teenagers.

At this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, a gust of wind blew in, and a young man kneeling on the ground flinched, and a tall masked man stood at the door.

The scorpion didn't look up, as if he didn't know that someone was coming. He reached up and pinched a young man's chin, forcing him to raise his head and look carefully—the young boy was born with pink carvings, a pair of eyes blinked, Actually, there was a flood of water, a sharp chin, a tender little face, a boy and a girl.

The scorpion shook his head and sighed in disappointment: "It's not good, I'm so feminine, I can pinch the fat powder."

The masked man strode in, as if not completely taboo, and heard a glance at the trembling pair of teenagers and said, "It's just two rabbits, aren't they all such piss, what's the matter? Bizarre? "

The scorpion waved his hand, and the two boys made a ritual like amnesty and crawled away from his room. The scorpion slowly poured himself a glass and said, "It's boring not to be a genius. If this man is the same as a woman, why should I play with a man? It's a pity ... the last time they were called away."

The masked man sat down and asked, "Oh, can you run these little things by yourself?"

The scorpion glanced at him with a smile and continued to say slowly: "Not my people, but two unscrupulous guests-speaking, you probably know one of them, I look at him like you A big man. "

The masked man froze, paused, and asked, "Is ... he?"

Scorpion said: "Who knows?"

The masked man was silent for a long while, and couldn't sit still. He stood up, walked a few steps in the room with his hands on his back, and muttered to himself: "He disappeared a while ago. This would come here ... he said that he would Come and catch Xue Fang, recover the keys, and try not to get the attention of the martial arts, but you're out of control again, what does this man mean? "

The scorpion thing repeats itself: "Then who knows ..."

The masked man stopped suddenly, raised his hand to interrupt the scorpion, and asked, "Don't say this, have you solved Sun Ding?"

The scorpion responded, kicked out a box from under the table, and rubbed the ground in front of the masked man. The man tossed the box away with his toes, and there was a human head inside, which was already a little rotten. The piece on his cheek The red birthmark can still be seen. The masked man breathed a sigh of relief and laughed: "One is solved, this is good, and the other is easy to handle. Haha, happy zombie ... Zhao Jing released the news of fake Xue Fang , No one else is okay, but this fool got hooked and just made me wipe out. "

When the scorpion heard the words "the rest is easy to handle," there was a faint flash of light in his eyes. Do n’t laugh deeply: "Yes, the others do n’t need to worry, they will always solve them one by one. . "

Suddenly, he put the wine glass on the table, his eyes cleared, and said, "Nothing else to say, where are Zhen Xuefang and your so-called 'key'? Are there any clues now?"

The masked man shook his head and asked, "Neither do you?"

Scorpion frowned: "It's weird ... this man seems to have evaporated from the world. Where can he go?"

The masked man groaned for a moment and said, "I'm not busy looking for him, I'll get all the glazed armors before I say, Zhao Jing's heart is getting bigger and bigger, he seems to have realized that I hid the 'key'- I'm sure that his next step must be to plant the whereabouts of Liulijia on the head of Guigu, and then make a secret Chencang, and then consolidate his power. At the moment, the Central Plains martial arts are noisy, and everyone doesn't know what is going on. After hearing his encouragement, it was hard not to follow him. He was going to use Ghost Valley to start the operation. "

The masked man snorted and said, "Cooperating with Zhao Jing, I already knew that there would be such a day, nothing, just ..."

The scorpion raised his eyes and looked at him, and asked, "Why, you got the idea of ​​your family's owner?"

The masked man laughed: "But a lunatic, at best, has the ability to fight and kill with a thick skin and thick flesh. It is finally useful to him, so let him fight with that Zhao Jing. Since he has arrived in Luoyang , I also met you, but I have to work harder, 'Please' his old man is coming out to work. "

Scorpion nodded and said, "It's easy."

At this time, the group of people being calculated was still at ease.

Zhang Chengling said that he wanted to go out with Gu Xiang and went to Zhou Zishu. Zhou Zishu rolled his eyes and gave a two-word reply: "Fart."

Zhang Chengling opened his mouth and decided to study like Senior Wen, stubbornly chasing him, chasing Zhou Zishu like a cockworm for a whole day, and chasing him until the night when he returned to the room. Zhou Zishu took the door and he stretched out a foot Stuck there, holding the door frame, looking up at his master stubbornly, begging: "Master, let me go, I can't do nothing, I ..."

Zhou Zishu's eyes sank. He didn't have much patience. Right now, he was in a good mood. He let the little entangle all the way. It would be annoying. He lifted his feet and darted to his chest. Zhang Chengling thought he was trying his own kung fu. , Flipping back in a measly manner, avoiding this, and just when he was about to speak, Zhou Zishu "touched" and closed the door.

Wen Kexing didn't know when he was behind Zhang Chengling, Mochizuki sighed: "Well, this time the door is not accessible."

Zhang Chengling shook his head, Frost's eggplant stood aside, listening to Wen Kexing's tone, as if he was too tired to get in. Wen Kexing sighed again and said quietly: "Man, always staying alone on the vacant room, easy to desire dissatisfaction, desire to be dissatisfied, easy to do something that loses his mind, loses his reason ..."

Although Zhang Chengling's reaction was a little slow, but after all, he was not stupid. There was an illusion of murderous steamed buns popping from the top of Wen Kexing's head. He was immediately shocked, jumped up, and disappeared into his sight. in.

Wen Kexing looked at his back, as if he was still a little confused and quite confused. He raised his hand and knocked on the door while holding his hand against the window, ready to break into the window at any time.

Who knew that the door opened from the inside, and Wen Kexing, who was going to do bad things, was wrong. Until Zhou Zishu turned his side and let him in, he still rarely said stupidly, "You ... let me in?"

Zhou Zi gave him a glance, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do not come in, don't come in." When he raised his hand, he would close the door. Wen Kexing quickly pushed away his hand, got in, and smiled.

Zhou Zishu turned on the light. He didn't mean to rest at all. He bent down and poured two cups of tea. He sat down at the table and lowered his eyebrows. He didn't mean to be joking. There was something serious to say. Like.

Wen Kexing looked at him for a while with a smile on his face, and slowly, the expression on his face also converged, holding a tea cup, but holding it in his hand instead of drinking, he leaned on the back of the chair and stretched. With their legs folded, they looked at Zhou Zishu side by side and asked, "Why, do you have something to tell me? Did you decide to make a promise in the future, or ..."

Zhou Zishu Shu interrupted him with a smile, looked up at him and said, "Don't you have something to tell me, Lord Wen Gu?"

Wen Kexing's voice got stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth, half a moment, shook his head, and said, "The great witch in southern Xinjiang is a very powerful person. You can follow him, I'm relieved."

Zhou Zishu dipped his fingertips on the table and drank tea on the table, and asked, "Gone?"

Wen Kexing looked up and looked at him. Looking through the eyes, this man softened his handsome face under the lamp, thinking of a lot-he felt as if he had known this person for a long time, and when he saw the bones behind him, he was very moved, and later, he liked it His identity, thinking ... The leader of the skylight was originally such a person. He suddenly felt that the other person was like another self in this world, all lonely wolves trapped by beast clips, desperately unable to escape. , Would rather bite his leg severely.

He couldn't help but follow him all the way, looked at him, then suddenly, knowing for the first time in his heart that he can live like this, can he also live like this?

After thinking about it, I got stuck, and I couldn't get out. Wen Kexing unknowingly reached out and touched Zhou Zishu's face last time, his fingertips were slightly curved, but he was only holding it gently. The man's not delicate skin and his cocoon covered with the wounded palm touched slightly. He suddenly said, "Don't you die, if you die, wouldn't I be alone if I live alone?"

Zhou Zishu held his wrist, but did not shake him off, and smiled: "If there is a line that can live, I can't die. The life is mine, the martial arts is mine, God gave me this way It's not so easy to take my things again. "

Wen Kexing could feel his breath with his fingers, and he narrowed his eyes, seeming to say foolishly: "That year, an owl flipped the red water in the hands of a villager ..."

Zhou Zishu looked at him, and asked the question that he had asked softly without changing his face: "Why do the villagers hold a bowl of red water?"

Wen Kexing smiled slowly and said, "Water has no color, but if human blood falls in, doesn't it turn red?"

Zhou Zishu looked at him, no longer speaking, Wen Kexing seemed to return to God suddenly, his free eyes came clear, and he smiled and looked at him and said, "Axu, why don't you sleep with me once, so Once you and I are concerned, you will not die easily, nor will I die easily. Do you think so? "

He seemed to be joking, but Zhou Zishu didn't answer the question. He just looked at him with a strange look. After a while, he asked, "Are you genuine?"

Wen Kexing laughed, leaning towards him, almost rubbing his lips and saying, "Is that sincere, can't you see?"

Zhou Zishu froze slightly, and whispered, "I ... I can't see it. I haven't seen it sincerely in my life. I can't tell. Are you?"

Wen Kexing's fingers climbed up his shoulders, pulling down his bun, and a black hair fell away, instantly making the tough man look a little more fragile. His laughter converged and his voice returned. Light, but landed and said, "Yes."

Then close her eyes and stick to Zhou Zishu's lips, sinking the turbulent heart to the bottom, no longer worry.

Zhou Zishu slowly raised his hand. It took a long time before he landed on his shoulder, and his fingers grabbed the cloth on his shoulder.

Suddenly, a scream exploded in the night, and Zhou Zishu's gaze was immediately clear. Wen Kexing's actions stopped, and the two of them fell to the ground together in this ambiguous posture at the same time.

Wen Kexing hung his eyes expressionlessly, pulled the placket folded between himself and Zhou Zishu, and whispered softly, "At this time ... you said, should I steam the come or braised it?"

The author has something to say:

Sorry, everyone said that it was updated in the morning. It was too uncomfortable to get up this morning. There is really no way to sit. I can only get up and write a few words, and then I ca n’t stand it and lie back, intermittently ...

Forgive for incoherence