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This **** smell was a little light, but because Song Ci had a sensitive nose, it smelled when Rong Bai was approaching.

After hearing this, Rong Bai let go of Song Ci's hand and just wanted to speak, but when he saw that Song Ci took a step forward, he reached out half of his body and showed a strong chest.

He said, "Are you injured?"

Rong Bai pulled back a little, and when he saw Song Ci was still climbing to the shore, he reached out and held his head, pressed him back into the water, and chuckled, "Wash well, and then come to the temple to find me."

After he said this, he turned away and left Song Ci a little uneasy.

Song Ci could not think of the reason why Rong Bai would be injured. Is it when dealing with fierce beasts? Or earlier?

His thoughts of soaking in the hot spring instantly disappeared. After guessing in the water for a while, he quickly landed, picked up his clothes and hurriedly put them on, and shouted a fairy servant on the way to Rongbai's dormitory.

In fact, it is also very easy to identify. Among the palaces, the one that looks the most exquisite and prosperous is Rong Bai's residence, and there is a row of waiting fairy servants at the door.

I wanted to come, but Rong Bai had ordered it in advance. When Song Ci entered the temple, no one blocked it. He gently opened the door of the palace, and saw that the room was surrounded by satin beams, blue lights fell, and a screen higher than people was standing across. In the temple, on the screen is a nine-tailed white fox who is looking up and screaming.

Song Ci watched the people behind him close the door of the palace, then tried to take two steps in, cleared his throat and said, "Rongbai?"

"Huh?" A faint voice came from behind the screen, "Come here."

When Song Ci heard about it, he bypassed the screen. When he looked back, he saw a bucket made of white jade, and Rong Bai sat in it. The white mist rising from the water entangled his distinct collarbone and blurred his face.

Song Ci's footsteps suddenly stopped at the screen.

When Rong Bai moved, he immediately turned his eyes away, but then felt strange. Everyone is a big man. What can we avoid?

He forcibly twisted his neck to force himself to look, but he gave up this intention when his eyes touched his sharp arm.

This feeling is very strange, obviously it is very frank, but Song Ci has some inexplicable guilty conscience.

When he was struggling with himself, Rong Bai had stood up from the bucket, wrapped in a spacious white robe, and walked towards him barefoot. Song Ci was wrong.

At the moment of the wrong body, he suddenly saw that the bucket of Rong Baibuo was turbid to a faint red, as if immersed in blood, he stayed for a while.

When Rong Bai passed him, he said, "There is something on the table, you take it."

Song's speech is unknown. So he looked around and saw a white table not far from the screen. The table was empty, with only two porcelain bottles and a stack of gauze.

He recognized at a glance that this was what was used to bandage the wound, and with a jump in his heart, Rongbai was hurt.

He couldn't help but speed up his pace, holding everything in his arms, his tone lowered, "Where did you hurt?"

Rong Bai's footsteps sat lazily on the white fur-covered seat. As soon as his robe fell, two appalling whiplashes on his back were exposed.

Two times staggered, the skin of the wound was fleshy, and the blood flow was overflowing. The lower part was soaked in water, so that the whole bucket of water was stained with blood.

At first glance, the scar was not caused by the fierce beast in the day, but Song Ci was still sinking in his heart, and wanted to ask what was going on, but he still resisted, and put the porcelain bottle aside without a word. Low asked, "How to apply?"

"Apply the ointment first, then sprinkle the flour." Rong Baidao.

The stinging whip scars spread to his waist, and the bones were deeply visible.

Song Ci locked his eyebrows tightly, first turned around in the room to find a cloth towel to wet, then gently covered the wound, wiped off the blood on it, and then unscrewed the porcelain bottle, cut out a stack of white ointment, and applied it On the white wound.

He was very light-handed and hardly dared to force it, for fear of grief, Rong Bai could not move, and did not seem to feel the pain caused by the lash.

After Song Ci touched the ointment, there was a thick layer of sweat on his forehead. He wiped it with his sleeve, opened another porcelain bottle, and sprinkled the fine powder on the wound. After doing this, he took the gauze for He bandaged.

Gauze passed through his arms and around his chest, Song Ci's body was almost attached to him. The heat of his body was transmitted through the robe. The ears of Song Ci's original origin became hot, and he moved the gauze quickly. Rong Bai tied a knot on his back.

"Would you like to stay in Tushan?" Rong Bai asked after Song Ci quit.

"Ah?" Song Ci was confused for a moment, "Did I not have been brought by you?"

"So I feel a little guilty now ..." Rong Bai put on his robe gracefully. "It's like a big cage."

Song Ci thought for a while, "Isn't this your home?"

Rong Bai turned around. At that moment, those beautiful blue eyes contained an inexplicable low, but with a faint cover, the mood was so invisible that "a home I want to destroy in my dreams."

Song Ci hesitated for a moment, and suddenly it became clear that the relationship between Rong Bai and the Tushan family was not like that of ordinary relatives. He didn't seem to like Tushan, so that he was kicked out of Tushan for some reason.

He looked at Rong Bai's eyes, and suddenly saw some hope in it, so he said, "I don't want to stay in Tushan, I just want to stay where you are."

This is also true, after all, he came from Rongbai.

Who knew that after saying this, Rong Bai's eyes flickered suddenly, staring at Song Ci for a long time, and then finally revealed a bright smile, "Can you sleep together at night?"

Song Ci: "?????"

"Why?" Song replied. "There is only one bed here?"

"No," Rong Baidao said, "I want to sleep with you." Peerless Tangmen www.jueshitangmen.info

Song Ci's heart jumped eagerly, eagerly rushing from the root of his ear to the top of his head, and his tongue was knotted, "Sleep with me, do we? Isn't this appropriate?

Rong Bai cast a puzzled look. "My bed is bigger."

"Even if the bed is big, you can't sleep together, so ... it doesn't make sense."

"Unreasonable?" Rong Bai said confused. "Where is unreasonable?"

Song Ci himself didn't know why the two men slept with each other. It just happened. He scratched his head. "I'm used to sleeping alone."

Rong Bai responded slightly, "Oh."

I thought this was going to be over. Song Ci just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but then listened to him, "But I want to sleep with you."

Song Ci looked at him very unexpectedly. He did not expect that he would cling to the matter, only to see Rong Bai's eyes became quite tame at this moment, without the alienated indifference and intoxicating smile,

He is like a coquettish fox, but his expression is very subtle, staring at Song Ci, waiting for him to promise.

With this kind of gaze, Song Ci didn't know what to worry about. Suddenly, he felt that he was too strong. It was clearly a candid relationship with friends. What about sleeping in the same bed?

So he laughed, showing his white teeth, "Okay, no problem!"

Unfortunately, this frankness did not last long. When the two lay down, Rong Bai slid sideways to Song Ci so as not to crush the back of the whip.

He fell asleep very fast, as if exhausted, the sound of breathing calmed down just after closing his eyes, but Song Ci kept his eyes wide.

He quietly touched his heart, only to find that his heart was beating fiercely, and he could not help cursing himself, thinking that he hadn't slept anywhere in the past few years. He wanted to sleep with a group of beggars instead of sleeping. React like now.

Song Cizheng was wondering, but suddenly felt a pair of warm hands touched from behind him, he widened his eyes and looked away, and saw that Rong Bai was still asleep, but he approached Songci unconsciously.

It was like the only heat source that appeared in the cold quilt in the big winter day, Rong Bai was always approaching.

After a small struggle, Song Ci did not dare to move, for fear of waking up Rong Bai, and fear of pulling his wound.

Only after he was not struggling, Rong Bai became more and more intensified. Finally, Song Ci's entire circle was directly in his arms, and his head was directly buried in Song Ci's neck. The hot breath sprayed out, making him instantly become a mallet.

"..." Song Ci said in air, "Rong Bai?"

However, Rong Bai didn't respond at all. He tried to reach out and pushed, and he heard Rong Bai impatiently squeeze a sound from his throat.

So Song Ci gave up the struggle.

He felt that Rongbai's hair was slightly itchy around his neck, and he twisted his neck, but did not want Rongbai's response. He held Song Ci tighter, took a deep breath between rubbing, and sighed extremely enjoyably .

Song Ci scrutinized his breath, fearing that he would wake up to Rong Bai.

He wanted to be surrounded by the warm fox fur. The breath exuded from Rong Bai's body was familiar and smelling good. Song Ci knew that it was the same blood as his blood. This recognition made him very relieved.

If it is true as Feng Zhuojun said, the blood in his heart is equal to the inheritance of blood, then he also has the ability to inherit the blood of Tushan, and I do n’t know how it will be related to Rong Bai in the future.

Is it to become father and son as people think? Or is it possible ...

Song Ci thought for a while and thought of a big red face for himself. He recalled the pair of men snuggled together and the men who were engaged in the marriage after seeing to the east. The long ears seemed to make him look bad. Thoroughly accepted between men.

Over time, his body gradually softened, slowly fused into Rong Bai's embrace, slowly calmed down in a warmth, and went to sleep.

When Song Ci was sleeping comfortably, his feet suddenly felt cold, and then the whole person was awakened from the dream. He suddenly realized that he was not lying on a soft bed but in a shallow beach.

The water only touched his ankles, his feet were biting cold, and he looked around in a little panic, only to find that he was in an extremely strange environment, and there was nothing familiar around him.

"Where is this?" Song Ci couldn't help but asked, "Anyone?"

"Who are you?" A response came quickly.

Song Ci turned his head sharply and saw a person standing in a calm water. When he looked away, he hit a pair of blue eyes.

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Sorry I was wrong.

It was too late when I came back today, and I quickly coded it out. This chapter still did not catch up to zero.

Little red flowers are gone

Thanks to the little angels for giving me the overlord ticket ~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [mine]: 1 Huai Jin, 1 glaze urn

Thank you little angels for irrigating me ~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Susu. 12 bottles, flapping 10 bottles, laugher -_- 10 bottles, 5 bottles of stone owe, 2 bottles of Mooooooooo

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