Chapter 49: trap

The room was not completely black, there was a dim yellow light everywhere, there was no one inside, and there was no horror scene. Yan Xiaohan walked a few steps into it, his nose fluttered, and he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance from nowhere. .
He hesitated for a moment, then an unspeakable sense of joy straight into the heavenly cover, rushing to him instantly dizzy and unstable. Then the aroma suddenly became strong, as if a hot oil was poured on the flames, the flames exploded, and the steam was steaming. The blood in his entire body boiled, his eyes climbed up a few bloodshots instantly, and there seemed to be a raging fire in his lower abdomen, and he looked up immediately.
With a bang, the knife in his hand fell to the ground.
The body is like a crumbling broken cage, and can no longer stop the restlessness and endless desires. Yan Xiaohan bit his tongue and rushed to the door, but the door that was only opened as soon as it was pushed was at this moment. Locked up from the outside, he couldn't keep his muscles convulsed. He couldn't even listen to his fingertips. His body was extremely excited, but he didn't have the strength to break through the door.
An outright trap ... the "dumb kid" leading the way is simply a trap for him.
The aroma wrapped him around, twisted, and walked around the limbs as if there was life, and the darkness in front of him turned into a strange dream. In the last trace of Qingming that was burned by the fire, Yan Xiaohan suddenly remembered that in the last Jinwuwei case, Feilongwei in the courtyard was hit. Shen Yice once said that the medicine would make people feel "More bliss than bliss".
Jin Wuwei ... Bai Lusan ...
Why is there Bailu San in a deserted mountain village thousands of miles away from Beijing? !!
However, this creepy idea didn't last long. He soon couldn't think about it anymore. His thoughts were chaotic and confused. He flew up into the clouds and fell into the mist for a while. The upper eyes and chest swelled violently, and the wheezing sound became increasingly rapid.
He gritted his teeth and endured a few groans that he wanted to leave. A few mottled blue tendons appeared on the back of his hands. A large amount of sweat flowed along the hair into the corner of his eyes, but at the moment when he was defeated by desire, he finally couldn't hold back. Trembling called "Yuan Yuan."
At the same time, the other side of the village.
When Ren Miao woke up, it was discovered that Qi Wang and his party had left, and the people in the village were gone. His hungry legs were soft and dizzy. He went to the stove to find a bun, and then he drank in cold water. After eating, he patted a handful of dregs and went to the yard to lead a horse. When he was about to chase to Fengfeng County, he was unsure. Move.
It's hard to tell what kind of feeling it was, as if it was some kind of hunch, and it seemed as if an inexplicable tremor came from a line holding him.
He turned his head suspiciously, and hesitated to take a few steps towards the village. As soon as he walked out of the yard, he saw a child who hadn't got his legs coming out of the house.
As soon as he saw him, the child froze, then turned hurriedly, and ran away.
It was okay for him not to run, as soon as he ran into a guilty conscience. Ren Miao's skill was indeed faster than Yan Xiaohan. He picked up a small stone from the ground without aiming. He snapped it at his fingertips and listened to the sound of the wind breaking. The child was hit in the knee. "Flop" and slammed a dog mud.
Ren Miao backhanded out the handy burning stick that he had made easy, picked up the child with a stick, hung it in the air, and thought and said cheerfully, "What are you going to do?"
The child was like a sieve bran, Ren Miao smiled and said: "Say, see me like a ghost, what did you do?"
The child was speechless, and two tears burst into his eyes, which was a bit pitiful. Whoever expected the iron-hearted man was unmoved. When he saw that he didn't answer, he walked around to the nearby well, and He hanged to the mouth of the well: "Don't say? Then you stay and stay, anyway, there is no one in the village now, when they come back, you eight Chengdu have already burst out ..."
The child looked at him dumbly, and looked down at the black wellhead under his feet, wow crying.
Ren Miao said with satisfaction: "Now good? Where have everyone gone? Show me the way."
The child murmured silently. Ren Miao intended to ask him where the villagers had gone, but he did n’t understand, and thought that Yan Xiaohan's accomplices had found him, and then he took a ride to lead him to the room. before.
Ren Miao threw him off the burning stick and weighed it according to the door lock. Then he drew a stick without saying hello, and the sound of sharp wind was accompanied by a loud noise-even a brass lock with a half door panel. It was smashed by him.
The dumb child's eyes were straight, and he suspected that his burning rod might be a peerless soldier who destroyed gold and jade.
As soon as the door was broken, the fragrance in the room followed, and Ren Miao raised her sleeves to cover her nose. Out of the attitude of dead friends and immortal, she grabbed the child and threw him in.
The half-old child couldn't bear such a large amount of rich Bailu San, and was immediately fainted. Seeing this, Ren Miao didn't dare to act lightly, stood at the wind vent with her nose covered, and waited for the taste to dissipate before stepping on the door carefully and walking in.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw a man in a corner, in great pain.
Moonlight like a white gauze flowed through the broken door, illuminating the mess. Yan Xiaohan was startled by the loud noise and raised his head slowly. The blood he endured was all dry, and the skin from the neck was glowing with abnormal warmth and ridicule. His eyes were no longer clear, and cold sweat kept falling from the bun, flowing down his cheeks, lined with redness. The eyes are like tears.
The comer stood backlit, his face was hidden in the dark, and the slender figure coincided with the shadow in his memory. He thought he had seen the illusion, and said, "Jingyuan ..."
Ren Miao silently cursed swear words and strode over.
Who knows that his hand hasn't met Yan Xiaohan, the man suddenly had a spirit, as if he suddenly recognized his face, and as if he had been awakened by the wind by the evening wind, his gaze reunited, and he did not know where The strength of his hand, he waved his hand away.
"Walk away ..." He gasped hard, hoarsely, "Don't touch me ..."
When the knife that fell on the ground was touched by him, Yan Xiaohan held a little silver light between his fingers and waved the knife to his right arm.
Between the electric light and the flint, Ren Miao finally wanted to understand what was happening in front of the scene. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and poked at the acupuncture point on his wrist, took the knife from his hand, and slanted the other hand to the side of his neck. After a split, Yan Xiaohan turned his head awry, then lost consciousness and fell softly into his arms.
The knife was just about to pierce his heart. Ren Miao breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hands and wiped the sweat on his face, bowed and carried Yan Xiaohan, but his body suddenly touched, and his shoulder was suddenly This thing topped it.
"This ..."
He embarrassedly walked out of the room, threw Yan Xiaohan back on his horse, turned himself on his back, put him on his chest, and drove the horse towards the city of Fengfeng.
Yuefeng Inn, Howling County.
The doctor who was dragged out of the house by Ren Miao finished the diagnosis, shaved his beard, and said, "It's either a serious illness or a lot of medicine. You don't have to worry, go to Fireworks Lane to find a personal relief for him." , The medicinal properties emanating, naturally just fine. "
Ren Miao said: "Medication? What medicine?"
"Autumn night is white," the doctor shook his head. "I have seen this kind of patient a lot, just for a moment ... It's addictive when this medicine is touched, and it will be very difficult in the future!"
What the is Qiu Yebai? Is it something with Bai Lusan?
Full of doubts can not wait to ask carefully, terribly still in bed. Ren Miao didn't have time to listen to him lamenting the world, and she said, "Okay, I know. Then ... this way tonight, I'll take him to see you tomorrow."
The old doctor took the consultation money and left tremblingly. Ren Miao glanced at Yan Xiaohan with a frown on the bed and sighed exhaustedly. Sitting at the table, she took a small bottle of potion from the inner bag, and carefully applied it to the mirror. After a while, Slowly peel off a man's leather mask from his face.
The bronze mirror reflects the young general's cold and handsome face.
He put the mask in front of the mirror, got up and walked to the bed, raised his hand and flicked on the acupuncture point in front of Yan Xiaohan's chest. The person who had previously been stunned whistled twice, waking up slowly.
Fu Shen curled up and sat down beside the bed, leaning on his clothes, exposing a pair of long black boots in the middle of his thighs. The boots were produced by the Bei Yan Army ’s Armed Services Division. There are special organ buckles at the mouth of the boot, knees, and ankles. There are six black iron skeletons at the lower leg. The soles are stitched with iron pieces. Hind legs and feet are not strenuous, and all knees can be replaced by machinery instead of walking.
This was specially developed by the Armed Services Division for him after his injury. Even if it is a real unconscious disability below the knee, he can still walk as usual when wearing this boot, not to mention Fu Shen has recovered half of the disability. . He received the boots sent by Yu Qiaoting in the villa. He thought that being idle was also idle. When he got up, he changed his face, and Yirong changed his name to Jingzhou.
I really should thank Bei Yan Tieqi for his skillful craftsman and his unexpected ideas. Fortunately, he came after him, otherwise his family would be broken after this trip.
He opened a few locks, kicked off his boots, twisted the handkerchief from the side basin, and stuck it on Yan Xiaohan's face: "Come on, wipe your tears, pathetic."
A hot, trembling hand grabbed his wrist.
Yan Xiaohan suspected that he was completely insane, staring at him in disbelief, or even blinking, as if he was afraid he would disappear the next moment, muttering: "King Yuan ..."
"Well," Fu Shen wiped his face, and wiped his neck and hands, Wen said, "It's me."
"Am I dreaming ..."
Fu Shen fumbled somewhere in an unspeakable place, causing him a shudder and grinning: "Is it a dream?"
This thing is fucking too, but fortunately, Fu Shen is right next to him, and it's a kind of fun between husband and wife. Fu Shen wasn't very angry with Yan Xiaohan, but just remembered that the decisive one who waved his sword on his arm was a little scared, and mixed with unspeakable distress, he even hated the whole village of Xishan Village.
"How did you come……"
Fu Shen lowered the bed tents on both sides, turned over on the bed, untied him, and said, "What time is it, do you still talk to me about these idle stories?"
He accidentally touched Yan Xiaohan's naked skin with his fingertips. The man seemed to be scalded and trembled. Then an invisible cage shattered, the beast shouted, and Fu Shen's waist was tight. He was stumped and rolled onto the pillow, and the messy, burning kiss was overwhelming.
"Jingyuan, I will go crazy ..." Reason dying and struggling, Yan Xiao chilled in Fu Shen's ear, and broke a sentence into three sentences, "if I hurt you ... you must remember to push me away ... "
Fu Shen turned his head to kiss his face, raised his hand and rubbed it on his sweaty neck, soothing quietly: "It's all right. Don't be afraid, I'm here."
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