Quick Travel: The male supporting actor becomes cannon fodder and gets the heroine’s script

Lu Jiantang choked, not that he would not refute it, but it was the first time that he was preached by Si Shaochen so mercilessly, and he was stunned for a while.

It wasn't until the door was closed, leaving Lu Jiantang alone to blow the cold wind outside the door, that Lu Jiantang had a sense of crisis.

His master no longer treated him like before.

This realization made Lu Xiantang's heart tremble, he never thought that one day, he would fall here in Si Shaochen.

His heart twitched and hurt, and Lu Fangtang frowned. How could he be distressed because of Si Shaochen, but he hadn't rested well in recent days and was tired.

Taking a deep look at the closed door, Lu Jiantang clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

He wanted to see why these two people had gone in the past few days, and finding no one did not mean that he could not know the whereabouts of the two.

A few days ago, the thunder tribulation, I am afraid that the Demon Venerable has been born, it has been more than twenty years since the fall of the previous Demon Venerable, and this newly appointed Demon Venerable has not yet appeared.

Lu Jiantang lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was only one bed in Si Shaochen's house, and no one had ever spent the night here, even if there were guests coming, or the head himself came, they were staying in the guest room.

Si Shaochen is happy and quiet, likes to live alone, except for Xu Baimo, no second person has ever shared a bed with Si Shaochen.

Faced with such embarrassment, Xu Baimo was stunned in place and did not know how to speak.

Si Shaochen also seemed to be aware of this problem, but he didn't think as much as Xu Baimo. How many times have the two slept together, and there is something awkward at this time.

After changing into profane clothes, Si Shaochen found Xu Baimo sitting on the side, not knowing where to turn out an ancient book, and was watching intently.

He stared at Xu Baimo for a long time, this person is not stupid, the book did not take back, but who reads a book without turning the page? Is there money on that page? Can you still stare at flowers? Pretend to be a little more decent.

"White ink."

"Huh? What's wrong Master? Xu Baimo raised his head and looked at Si Shaochen. Seeing that the other party was wearing a white profane robe, the belt was not fastened, revealing a large chest, and silently lowered his head.

Great disobedience is not a big disobedience, how could he have such thoughts about Master Venerable again. It's daylight....

"Come and let Master Wei see the injuries on your body." Si Shaochen said lightly.

Xu Baimo put down the ancient book in his hand and walked over.

Si Shaochen patted the position beside him.

"Take off your clothes."

Undressing in front of Si Shaochen was already a light car, even if he was watched, he didn't feel embarrassed.

The clothes were pulled below the waist, Xu Baimo sat on the bed, and the moment he raised his head, his gaze was right on Si Shaochen's lips.

My mind involuntarily recalled that soft touch. The Adam's apple rolls back and forth, and the heartbeat is somewhat uncontrollable.

The rise and fall of his chest was more intense than ever, Si Shaochen took out the medicine, this position can obviously be medicated by himself, but the two of them tacitly did not mention this.

The cold ointment was applied to the hot skin, and the alternating feeling of cold and hot made Xu Baimo tremble violently, and his chest muscles bounced.

Si Shaochen paused, lifted his thin eyelids and glanced at Xu Baimo.

Xu Baimo: "..." "

The disciple didn't mean it."

"Hmm."

Si Shaochen was secretly worried, so Xu Baimo's chest muscles could shake, and he couldn't shake if he was replaced by his small body.

Si Shaochen's fingers intentionally or unintentionally wiped Xu Baimo's strong chest muscles, and after touching it a few times, Xu Baimo's body began to hide back, although the movement was not large, but it was obvious.

Xu Baimo glanced down, and then looked at Si Shaochen, who continued to apply medicine and eat his tofu with a calm face.

Maybe he thinks too much, how can the master have so many bad thoughts, and only he has those flowery hearts.

At this time, Si Shaochen, who was full of bad thoughts, was using the reason of massaging his muscles to rub everywhere.

"That scar on the back..."

"Does Master want to know?"

"You don't want to say it." Si Shaochen said thoughtfully, turning back to save enough experience points, he went to ask the system what was going on.

"It's not that I don't want to say it." Xu Baimo paused, "That is a thorn in the disciple's heart, and it is also a warning, a reminder." "

Remind him that if he's not strong enough, he can't protect the people he loves the most."

The scene of Si Shaochen vomiting blood in front of him was vividly remembered, and he still can't forget the master he regarded as a god, and in order to save him, he was beaten and spat out blood. Without him, Si Shaochen could completely retreat with his whole body.

"Okay."

Si Shaochen wiped his hands, pulled up Xu Baimo's clothes, and tied a bow with his hand.

The bow is loose, the collarbone leaks out, and the chest muscles rise and fall with the breathing.

Xu Baimo was stunned and didn't know what he was thinking, and Si Shaochen evoked a playful smile. He leaned over and leaned in.

Xu Baimo suddenly returned to his soul, subconsciously pressed forward, Si Shaochen fell on the bed, Xu Baimo pressed on him, and the posture of the two was indescribable.

"Master..."

"Uncomfortable?"

"Didn't... No. Xu Baimo jumped out of bed in a panic, and the words he wanted to ask were also held in his stomach.

The master was healing his wounds, how could he have such a dirty mind.

"Time to rest." Si Shaochen reminded.

"Then the disciple will go back first..."

Si Shaochen interrupted Xu Baimo: "I still have to heal your injuries after a few hours, internal injuries are not like external injuries, you can't cope with them yourself." Although

the trauma was not handled by Xu Baimo himself, Si Shaochen's words obviously let Xu Baimo stay.

Xu Baimo couldn't ask for it, the bed was half empty, he lay silently on the other side, and he could see Si Shaochen's face as soon as he tilted his head.

It is rare to sleep face to face, and most of the time Si Shaochen will turn his back to him.

Si Shaochen thought to himself, anyway, he closed his eyes and couldn't see anything.

Reaching out to tuck the quilt for Si Shaochen, Xu Baimo turned over and turned his back to Si Shaochen.

He was afraid that he couldn't help but hold it, and the abnormality of his body would expose him.

I closed my eyes and silently recited the Qingxin Sutra a few times before suppressing the fire qi.

An arm suddenly came on his waist, and Xu Baimo paused.

"Master?"

"Master?"

It's a little louder.

Si Shaochen closed his eyes, he couldn't hear or hear, he couldn't hear anything.

Xu Baimo confidently and boldly put his hand on the back of Si Shaochen's hand.

The corners of Si Shaochen's mouth quietly hooked, and there would be a story on the initiative.

Accustomed to having people around him, Si Shaochen listened to Xu Baimo's breathing and gradually fell asleep.

Xu Baimo couldn't sleep, he silently took Si Shaochen's hand and put it on his chest.