The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

Lin Zijing sat on the side of Qin Mo, his eyes fixed on him, and the bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes. Who was it, he dared to hurt the master. His fingertips moved slightly, and some of them trembled toward the collar of Qin ink.

A white shadow slammed out from the arms of Qin Mo and appeared in front of him. Lin Ziwei blinked slightly, only to see that the little fox who had been with the master was standing in the master. In front of him, he blocked the hand he was going to be close to the master.

"Hey!" Lin Ziyu snorted, his cuffs lifted slightly, and a black light went in the direction of the little fox.

The little fox's body moved slightly, and the white light flashed, and he escaped the attack of Lin Zikai. Lin Zi’s eyes flashed a strange look, but he did not expect this little fox to escape his attack.

However, his mouth outlined a satirical arc, his hands moved slightly, and a fine black silk appeared, entangled in the fox's struggle.

Then there was some disappointment to catch the little fox. The forest brows slightly wrinkled and thrown it away, throwing it into the far corner.

The little fox stood up from the ground with some wolverines. His body was tightly tied by unknown black lines. His eyes looked angrily at the distant forest. If it was not its ability, it would not be restored. How could it be bullied by such a kid? .

Solved the inconvenience of the little fox, Lin Zikai's gaze once again concentrated on Qin Mo's body. Both hands did not hesitate to unravel the clothes of Qin Mo.

To see the inside, Lin Zikai’s hands couldn’t be tightly gripped, and the sternness in the dawn flashed.

There should be a scary blood hole in the white jade's innocent shoulder. It was the place where Qin Mo was injured by the spear of Meng Deacon, and the bright red blood continued to flow from the wound.

Lin Zikai’s eyes were dark and his voice was low. “Master...” As he said, his fingers slowly smothered the bright red blood. Immediately, it was like being burnt by the blood, and quickly retracted his hand.

Lin Zizhen looked at the red on the fingertips, his eyes could not help but flash slightly. This is the blood of the master. So he thought, he could not help but stick out his tongue and gently rubbed the blood on his fingertips.

The fingertips are as clean as ever, as if they have never been dyed. Lin Zikai’s gaze was once again concentrated on Qin Mo. In the dawn, there was a flash of blood, and Lin Ziqi slowly lowered his head, and his tongue slowly licked all the blood on Qin Mo.

After a long time, Lin Zikai raised his head again. The red blood on his lips made him look ghostly. He didn't care. He only ate them cleanly. The voice was a bit strange: "Master's blood. It’s hot!” After finishing his gaze, he fell on Qin Mo’s body again.

There is no trace of blood on Qin Mo, but the wound is still awkward. Lin Zikai took a green jade bottle from the Qiankun bag and poured out a golden medicinal herb.

There are only five Jindans, which he found in a mysterious cave in Xiaodongtian. As long as the monk has a sigh of relief, he can save him no matter how much injury he suffered.

The fingertips moved slightly, and the golden dan was turned into powder in his hand, and he was even sprinkled on the wounds of the master. Just touching the powder, Qin Mo's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, Lin Zikai once again took out a golden dan from the jade bottle, looked up and down at Qin Mo, and finally settled on the pale lips of Qin ink. This Jin Dan, or the effect of eating it is good...

Thinking this way, Lin Zi couldn't help but lick his lips, and he raised a look of hope in his heart. He took Jin Dan into the entrance and slowly lowered his head toward the direction of Qin Mo's lips.

The warm breath came from Qin Mo's lips, and Lin Zi couldn't help but blink his eyes. Even in a coma, the master is still so warm. Slowly push the golden Dan in the mouth to the mouth of Qin Mo, the beautiful feeling of the tip of the tongue makes him reluctant to leave for a long time.

The little fox on the side is red, and the **** dares to swear like this, really **** it! It violently struggled in place, but the black line was too tight to make it still unable to move.

Lin Ziqi looked up and looked at the red lips of Qin Mo. The corner of his mouth could not be raised slightly. His fingertips gently stroked his lips and rubbed back and forth.

His eyes swept over the wounds of Qin Mo, and the tenderness in the eyes of Lin Zi’s eyes suddenly disappeared. His eyes were sharp and full of **** taste. His tone was low: "Master, who hurts you?"

With that said, he lowered his head again and put his forehead and Qin Mo's forehead tightly together. The eyes are closed and the long eyelashes leave a faint shadow on the eyes.

In an accidental opportunity, he learned a secret method that can read other people's memories without hurting others, but this must be read without the opponent's resistance, and can only read these two days. Memory. But this is enough for him to know who the murderer who hurt the master is.

"It turned out to be them!" After reading the memory of Qin Mo, Lin Zikai's face showed a smile, and there were some **** horrors that could not be said.

"Please, I don't want to see them again!" Lin Ziyu said coldly, as if to say to himself.

As soon as the voice fell, a black shadow appeared on his side, and there was an old voice in it, and replied, "Okay!"

"Wait!" Seeing the shadow is about to leave, Lin Ziyu screamed at it. His eyes could not flash the picture of Jin Linger kissing Qin Mo. The eyes were condensed and the nails fell deeply into the palm of his hand. In the middle, I gave a few words to the low shadow.

Looking at the shadow disappearing into the air, Lin Zi's gaze once again looked at Qin Mo, and there was a complicated look in the eyes. The mouth whispered: "Master, I hope you don't blame me! After all, I..." That sentence slowly disappeared into the air, and no one else could hear it.

...

The sound of water continued to ring in his ear, Qin Mo's fingers moved slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

Just opened his eyes, he saw a young man standing quietly at the hole of the cave, and the shattered sunlight hit him, making him look extremely warm. When he saw him waking up, his face raised a bright smile and shouted: "Master!" Then he ran towards him.

Qin Mo held up the sour body, and it was only Lin Zikai who saw the person in front of him.

"Master is careful, your injury is not completely good." Lin Ziyu helped Qin Mo to stand up slowly, saying warmly.

Qin Mo looked around, and then remembered that he fled into the cave between the emperors. The sound that he finally heard was not an illusion, but the one sent by Lin Zikai.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo involuntarily ran a bit of spiritual power, and some surprised to find that his injury was already good seven or eight. Then I looked at Lin Zikai, who was on the sidelines. I couldn’t help but understand that he had used his excellent wounds after he was injured.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo’s heart could not help but warm up, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He said to Lin Zikai, who was on the side, low: “Thank you!”

Looking at the tip of the man's slightly reddish ears, the forest flashed a flash of light, his eyes swept over the thin lips of Qin Mo, and could not help but think of the previous beautiful touch. His face raised a bright smile: "Master, you are fine." it is good!"

Seeing that Lin Zikai did not ask about his injury, Qin Mo could not help but feel a sigh of relief. This is his own grievances. He has to solve it himself. Regardless of the identity of Lin Zikai, in his eyes, he has always been the child who did not grow up and needed him to take care of him.

The author has something to say:

I have to repent, the amount of today is small, and the time of sending it is late, it is because I am actually a card! Tears, spoiled and forgive!

There is also someone asking about the cp problem, the small attack is Lin Zikai, Qin Mo is subject to Oh! 1v1 Oh!