Jun You Ji Fou

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The machete was cold like a crescent moon, and it was cut straight in the air, blocking Chu Mingyun's footsteps.

Chu Mingyun clenched the sword in his hand, and glanced coldly at the black man who had come up again.

The man in black who was standing in front of the door screamed violently. There was a strange head, and the moment the head rolled down, he saw that Chu Mingyun had forced him to the front. At this moment, the speed was strange, and almost no one saw him clearly. How to act. However, in order to break through the encirclement, he broke open the obstacles in front of him regardless of strength, tore a gap in the encirclement and rushed out.

This is almost abandoning defense. A man in black drew a wink, and the rest of the people immediately understood it, waved the knife and cut it, and the shadow of the knife was woven into an airtight net in no time.

The knife was staggered in the staggered shape, and a heavy knife in the side slashed into the shoulder, seemingly no pain. Chu Mingyun raised his hand and grabbed the other person's neck without hindrance. He threw it on the knife that was waving behind him, and the edge of the heavy knife ran on the shoulder bone, and the blood was overflowing.

Chu Mingyun turned back indifferently, the sandalwood fan in his sleeve slipped out, the fan handle cracked at the moment of falling on the palm, the fan bone embedded with fine iron shot like a flying arrow, penetrated the throat sternum, he had no time to look at it more, turned around and cleaved with a sword The blade of the loud noise broke through the carved door, flesh and blood flew behind him, and sawdust fluttered in front of him. He stepped into the court in one step.

The world is still.

Fang Cai's strong wind blew away the heavy clouds, the clouds broke through the moon, and the moonlight fell across the ground. The body of the dead body broke the sword, and Su Shiyu stood in the center, back to him, black hair and white shirt, covered in coldness, even a trace of blood was not contaminated, only Junxiu's fingers flashed like a stream of light, He turned back into his sleeves.

Chu Mingyun stopped unaware, staring at his figure, he still heard his heart beat, only to realize that his fingertips were shaking, and suddenly he was silent.

Concern is chaotic.

The person in front of him, who was born in the home of a famous general, is the doctor of the history of Daxia. Above 10,000 people, the life and death of the judge is unpredictable. How can this danger be enough to threaten his life?

But the person in front of me... is a sweetheart.

It turned out that the life and death of the corpse and the bones had been so long, they would still feel afraid, and they might be afraid to look like this.

"I didn't find anyone following when I came. I thought they should be here. Although it is all resolved now, you and I should go back as soon as possible so as not to be detected well." Su Shiyu turned around.

Chu Mingyun returned the sheath, lifted his sleeves and wiped the blood from his jaw, and spoke for a long time: "...you are more powerful than I thought."

"What's the matter?" Su Shiyu walked in front of him, his eyes moved from his shoulder injury to his face, and he couldn't help laughing lightly, "How come this way, don't you think I die..."

"Shut up." Chu Mingyun interrupted his words in a low voice.

Su Shiyu stared at him in surprise for a moment, then raised his hand a little and wiped the blood stains on his face, and his palm touched a cold.

Chu Mingyun held his hand, and for a moment, pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Su Shiyu hurriedly sideways to avoid the injury on his shoulder, smelling heavy blood, frowning, and squinting, but he couldn't help but bent his lips slowly, Su Shiyu embraced Chu Mingyun and said warmly: "I'm fine ."

Chu Mingyun tightened his arms, silently with his eyes down, and finally said: "Your robe is dirty."

"Because you have blood on your body." Su Shiyu moved his finger, full of **** sticky touch, "Go back and change your clothes."

Chu Mingyun sighed for a long time, buried his head on his shoulder, "Uh."

The inn was still empty, and the lights in the guest rooms were soft.

Su Shiyu opened the bandage of the medicine bottle and looked sideways at Chu Mingyun who had unbuttoned his robe. The wound on his shoulder was pulled and overflowed with blood when he stripped his shirt. It was bright as a red line and slowly flowed along the fair skin. Su Shiyu's face changed slightly. Only then was the blood and flesh blurred at the wound, and the bone was almost visible. , "How could it be hurt like this, there are experts in the house?"

Chu Mingyun sat by the bed, wiped off the blood inadvertently, "No."

"Then how do you..."

Chu Mingyun lifted his eyes to look at him, and said with a smile: "It's anxious to rush, but not for you?"

"When did I use you to save?" Su Shiyu frowned, "It's hard to settle in the sword, you can take care of yourself, there is no need to distract me."

Chu Mingyun heard the words and moved his eyes, not to open his eyes for a moment, and then laughed casually again: "World reputation, I have been hurt, you still have to teach me, and I don't know how to be gentle."

Su Shiyu glanced at him, but did not answer, but only extended his hand. Chu Mingyun passed his arm to him. He glanced at Su Shiyu for a moment, and suddenly frowned, his face whispered reluctantly: "...pain, Shiyu, you light point……"

Su Shiyu slowly looked up at the coquettish man, still holding Chu Mingyun's wrist in one hand, and unscrewed the medicine bottle with the other hand. "I haven't touched you yet."

Chu Mingyun closed his eyes without a pause, slightly tilted his head, and his long hair slipped down, pale, and I saw pity, "It hurts, alas, so sad..."

Su Shiyu couldn't help laughing out loud, let go of the paper fan he had taken, and learned Chu Mingyun's consistent movements to provoke his chin without hesitation. He smiled and said, "Would you like to cry for a look?"

Chu Mingyun slowly opened his eyes, bit his lip, and raised the corners of his eyebrows, smiled and sultry, and said in a manly way: "Oh--? Master Su, is there such a hobby?"

The folding fan knocked on the head with a snap, Chu Ming Yunan sat quietly, rubbing his head while letting Su Shiyu bandage.

Candlelight swayed, quiet for a while. Chu Ming Yunding looked down at Su Shiyu's eyebrows and his long eyelashes fell on the fine shadow on his face. He suddenly whispered: "Shiyu, will you marry me, okay?"

Su Shiyu was stunned, raising his eyes in surprise, facing Chu Mingyun's eyes deeply, his expression was very serious, and there was no meaning to joke at all. The inexpressible emotion flashed through his eyes, Su Shiyu continued to wear bandages in his low eyes, and smiled lightly: "I am a man, what is it like to marry someone."

"Are you willing?" The tone was plain and dull, and there was no emotion, but obviously Chu Mingyun did not plan to let him perfume the problem.

Su Shiyu wrapped the bandage, paused, and said, "It's plain, why not mention this?"

Chu Mingyun held his hand, rubbing the back of his hand with his face, his eyes clear, and said slowly: "I have no family anymore, it doesn't matter, I'm used to it, but world reputation, if you marry me, You are my home."

Su Shiyu slightly stunned, subconsciously trying to stagger his eyes, Chu Mingyun suddenly raised his hand to touch his face, he could not move, can only watch Chu Mingyun's eyebrows bent a little smile, staring at him softly: "I will Don’t be afraid you’ll be gone.”

With a slight tremor in his fingertips, Su Shiyu strongly suppressed his emotions and asked with ease, "Why would I think I would be gone?"

Chu Mingyun didn't answer, but lowered his head and kissed his finger lightly, "Bring me in love, okay?"

Su Shiyu narrowed his eyes, still smiling with a careless tone, "Where are two men in this world who are married, you are not afraid of being criticized..."

"I don't care." Chu Mingyun cut off his words and looked at Su Shiyu, saying, "It doesn't matter that the world is of this world. If you care, whoever dares to gossip, I will pull out his tongue, and who dares to object, I killed him."

Su Shiyu gently withdrew his hand, desperately, "Chu..."

"...Will you not?" Chu Mingyun asked in a low voice.

Su Shiyu was silent, and Chu Mingyun looked at him quietly, waiting for his answer.

For a long time, Su Shiyu sighed softly, pulled his robe over him, put his hands around the neck tight, and then pulled him closer, closed his eyes and kissed him.

This is probably the most tender rejection Chu Mingyun has ever experienced.

The night wind wanders, the night candles sway lightly, and the moonlight shines like hoarfrost, which fills the window frame. At this moment, the inn reached the extreme silence, and the huge Shouchun City was extremely quiet, and there seemed to be only two of them in the vast world.

This man kissed the corners of his lips gently and tangled with the tip of his tongue, but in this way he ended his questioning, showing a refusal.

His sweetheart.

His sweetheart is so powerful that he doesn't need to rely on him, he can't fully possess it, he can't confirm it.

There is really no way.

Early the next morning, there was a vague noise coming downstairs. Good morning and sunny, I saw a lot of guests in the lobby of the inn, mostly chatting and joking in groups of three or five, from time to time there was a sound of laughter, a few small two shuttle between the tea delivery, busy feet do not touch the ground, can be described as extremely lively.

Chu Mingyun and Su Shiyu stopped slightly on the stairs and looked unpredictably. They glanced down from the top and could not see any difference between these people.

The shopkeeper looked up at them and greeted them: "Two guests, did you sleep well last night?"

Su Shiyu and Chu Mingyun glanced at each other, turned their heads and smiled lightly, responding, "Thank you for your care, very good."

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