Yang Shu Mei Ying

Chu Feiyang Shi started his work and stole a pot in the village at the foot of the mountain. Naturally, he did not forget to put silver on the stove. Go back to the forest and set fire to the water. The flame under the pot is blown out by the wind in the mountain forest. I think he is a hero, and he has fallen into the iron pot of stealing the farmer's house. If it is not critical, I really want to laugh a few times.

Chu Feiyang looked at Jun Shuying again. Gao Fang felt his eyes and looked up, "Come and come and help."

Chu Feiyang walked over and stood aside. He didn't know where to start with this kind of thing.

Gao Fang let continue to give Jun Shuying the internal force. Chu Feiyang reached behind Jun Shuying, helped him to rest on his lap, grabbed one of Jun Shuying's hands, palms facing each other, and let the internal force flow into his body gently.

Chu Feiyang looked at the long, pale hand, and suddenly remembered the tenderness and tenderness between his fingers in his dream not long ago. He pulled Jun Shuying's hand to his lips and reflected it gently on his lips. Jun Shuying's face was pale and lifeless. Chu Feiyang knew that he was still awake.

"Don't die. It doesn't matter if you want revenge or whatever, you can do it with your life." Chu Feiyang whispered. His hand in the palm did not have the slightest resistance, Chu Feiyang didn't know whether he was out of strength or something else, he only allowed him to be close as a junshuying.

"The heroes of Chu may despise me too much." Gao Fang said. He didn't know where to take out a delicate and sharp knife, sprinkled some medicine powder, and crouched slowly by the fire.

"What do you do with the knife?" Chu Feiyang wondered.

Gao Fang didn't look back, saying: "The heroes of Chu are also martial arts practitioners. How can they not know what a knife can do."

"You, what do you want," Chu Feiyang said in surprise.

"Ask me knowingly." Gao Fang came over with a knife.

"No." Chu Feiyang stopped. "You can live a child like this, where is the life of Jun Shuying." Chu Feiyang said in an anxiety, straightforwardly. Suddenly, the palm of his hand was violently forced, and his nails got into the back of his hand.

"No more nonsense ... I ..." Jun Shuying's voice was as low as a mosquito, and the following words were not clear at all. Gao Fang raised an eyebrow at Chu Feiyang, squatting beside Jun Shuying: "You can rest assured, Lord Chu, how can I hurt the leader."

Chu Fei sighed, turned her head and couldn't bear to look again. Gao Fang took a deep breath, and the blade was steady.

Although Jun Shuying had taken the high-altitude medicine to relieve some of the pain, he still trembled with pain. Chu Feiyang felt that Jun Shuying's hand was so fast that he grasped it, knowing that his pain was difficult, but he had no alternative but to put his internal force into Jun Shuying's body without reservation. He also clenched Jun Shuying's hand, and with the other hand gently pulled away the sweaty hair on his forehead, brushed his bitten lips, and wiped off a string of blood beads. Jun Shuying opened his mouth and bit the hand that was sent to his mouth, and made a hard effort. Chu Feiyang frowned lightly and endured, let Jun Shuying release his pain and hate wantonly.

Gao Fang carefully and vigorously, his expression focused and sweaty. Chu Feiyang was worried, but did not dare to disturb Gao Li at this time.

Jun Shuying suddenly let out his mouth, opened his mouth and gasped, as if suffocating.

Chu Feiyang pushed the internal force more and faster, and he was sweating all at once. He put his hand bitten by Jun Shuying on his lips, licked the blood on it, and there was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.