Chapter 49: Unique hair (3)

Qin Jun's footsteps approached.
The closer you get, the more you can feel Jiang Yinghe's slightly confused breath. He glanced at Li Huanhan and saw his eyes coagulated like blood.
"This is the reason why Master should be afraid of you." Qin Jun said, "Since there is a problem with the brain, stay away from him, can't you learn."
There was nothing in the hall, only the words spread.
Li Huan looked at him indifferently, and the dark red under his eyes became more and more deposited. When the atmosphere was thick and tight, almost suffocating, the people in his arms pulled his shirt and his voice was dull.
"It's still cold ..."
Not only Li Huanhan, but Qin Jun's gaze also returned to Jiang Yinghe. Hearing that he took a deep breath, the words still sounded somewhat uncomfortable.
"……I will do it myself."
Jiang Yinghe let go a little, didn't notice that his palm was soaking the other's shirt wet, but leaned his head and eased his breath, saying: "Let me come, you two ... stay away from me."
Li Huanhan was silent for a moment, just when Qin Jun thought he couldn't make sense at all, he saw him stretch out Jiang Yinghe's hair, wiped it on his slightly sweaty forehead, and then seemed to want to bow his head Kiss him, but seeing the frowning black eyebrows stopped again halfway.
Qin Jun's gripped fingers were loosened again, unaware of how tight his mentality was. He can clearly perceive the things that suddenly burst into his heart-such as desire
desire, such as jealous fire, such as the idea of ​​taking the master back to him regardless of everything.
But he also clearly felt how he endured. Jiang Yinghe's eyes were red, and his voice was a little trembling, but the words clearly rejected both of them.
If it is really necessary to take advantage of people's danger, it has already started, and will not be suppressed to today.
Qin Jun let out a breath and took a step forward, reaching out to Li Huanhan and saying, "Give me, I will bring Master into the bedroom."
Li Huanhan raised his eyes and stared at him. The blood (color) between his eyes was like a knife, and his movements were motionless.
Qin Jun raised his eyebrows, and his angry anger burst into flames. His hands squeezed his phalanx: "Perhaps I should try it. Can you get your brains up and down? Will not be confused at a critical moment. "
Li Huanhan was very careful in holding Jiang Yinghe's movements, but he was also the most aware of the current situation of the Master. He glanced at Qin Jun up and down and said, "Where? I hold him."
The Ghost Hall is only the main hall, and the sleeping hall behind it must be led by Qin Jun. Qin Jun squinted at him for a moment, and finally took a half step back. He didn't (Qiang qiang) to take the person from Li Huanhan.
The two walked through the Nether Palace all the way, without any verbal communication, but they all heard Jiang Yinghe's depressed and fine low
yin, which seems to be a kind of torment to some extent.
This bedroom Jiang Yinghe has been here, but it seems that a lot of magic spells have been rearranged. The large bed was covered with gauze and there were several layers of light ash (color) curtains.
Li Huanhan placed him on the bed and slid his fingers through the other person's hair with reluctance. He seemed hesitant and asked in his ear: "Need jade? Is it necessary?"
After all, if you ask Master to solve it by yourself, his mentality may not be sober. If it is tossed for a long time, it will be more difficult.
The silver ring was put on by him when he was obsessed with it. Although it has been removed, the effect of those magic patterns is still a little bit of his own.
Jiang Yinghe's eyelashes were a little wet, and even the joints of his fingers and phalanx were a little red when he gripped. He didn't have the urge to scold others, but he still talked angrily on Li Huanhan's collar, his palms were sweaty, and his breath seemed to be drilled into his ears: "... No need, get away."
Li Huanhan's throat rolled a little, and then when he saw the fingers pulling the collar loosened, he slowly got up, and when he wanted to say something more before leaving, he was pulled away by Qin Jun.
The three layers of tents were put together, and even the figure could not be seen.
Qin Jun stood in front of the gauze for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.
The gauze is not soundproof. Even if the sound inside is very low, it can still be heard.
Qin Jun turned around, glanced at Li Huanhan, and then sat on the chair on the side of the bed, staring at the celestial demon whose brain was not normal.
In fact, after the curtain was closed, Li Huanhan's condition seemed much normal. His dark red eyes (color) that condensed blood gradually returned to the original state, and after half a tea time, he completely recovered to the original appearance.
It's just that the heart demon pattern is still flourishing as the heart beats.
Qin Jun sat next to him, while (qiang qiang) forced himself to stare at him with full concentration and hostility, while pouring a cup of cold tea.
The only consolation is that he is not alone.
The sound of tea slipping into the cup was unusually clear.
When the sound of water stopped, he heard Li Huanhan's (gangan) astringent inquiry.
"Long Night Man?"
"I don't know." Qin Jun drank his tea. "Maybe go back to the demon clan and go to Uncle Yun."
"Huh." Li Huanhan was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Your mattress ..."
"Yinxu Silk." Qin Jun replied slightly faster, "It's very soft, it's the same model used by Baihe Yuyu ... the one you picked, the same material."
This is probably the most peaceful time for the two of them.
You can't do it without peace of mind, you can't hesitate, you don't dare to go.
Both people's hearing is too sharp, and listening to the sweetheart "solve the problem" by themselves, this voice is simply unbearable.
After being silent for a while, Qin Junmo held the teacup wall and hesitated for a while before saying: "Is it too long?"
Li Huanhan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and did not answer immediately. After a long while, he was low.
"... It sounds a bit overwhelming."
"How many times do you need that thing?" Qin Jun glanced at the silver ring in his hand, and looked at the man's face without changing (coloring) with a heartbeat.
"... twice."
"Twice ..." Qin Jun took a breath and finally couldn't sit still. He walked over to the bed and walked aimlessly back and forth, asking, "Master, are you ... how are you?"
There was a moment of silence inside, and the sound that sounded was slightly soft, but still (strong qiang) supporting tone.
"... It's okay."
... It doesn't sound like it's okay.
Qin Jun was uneasy and walked around the tent, unable to stop. After a while, Li said coldly, "You sit down and shook me. ... Instead of waiting here, it's better for you and I to go out."
"Huh," Qin Jun was a little surprised. "You still have time to talk."
Li Huanhan raised his hand and tapped his forehead against his forehead. The tone of voice was unpredictable: "You and I went out to fight, it's better than now."
Just when Qin Jungang wanted to sarcasm that he would only do this, he was suddenly held by his hand stretched out of the gauze.
The hand was slender and thin, with clear bones, and it looked terrible. But the palm of your hand is wet, and when you hold it, it is a bit slippery. The shape of the joint is clear and clear. Under the thin and fair skin, there are faint traces of blood vessels.
Qin Jun immediately grabbed his finger with his backhand and said nervously, "What's wrong?"
"……clothes."
There is no change of robe in his storage ring.
Who would have thought that within a short period of time, his robe ware was either lost or destroyed.
Jiang Yinghe let go of his hand slightly and shrank back, glancing at the soiled clothes ...
Another thing is Li Huanhan.
Although things like the Dust Mantra can completely solve the dirty place, he still has some troubles in his heart, and ... I do n’t know if I should praise him for being a trick by Moxiu. He felt it for the first time. I have the talent to be the protagonist of Xiao Huangwen.
He felt that he couldn't hesitate anywhere, and he could shed tears everywhere. Although it wasn't his intention to shed tears, he didn't want a big old man to cry with red eyes, but this was not something he could control.
Especially the tail that was installed before the long night ... especially hinders (fuck cao).
Jiang Yinghe still has some troubles, and feels that there is still a little residual effect to fail to vent (fa), but he is very tired, (gangan) just let it burn like this all the time, and do n’t want to move his own shen) body.
Thousand years of being single, clear-hearted, and technologically conceivable ... it's really hard for you.
And he was also a little sad.
He cast aside the dirty clothes and put them aside, and then changed the clothes Qin Jun handed over again. Sitting on the bed, facing the darkness in front of him, he walked for a while, feeling that his mind was blank at times, and some disturbing thoughts came out from time to time.
This kind of thing has happened more than once.
Jiang Yinghe raised his hand and tried his best to stabilize his mind. Then he raised his hand and lifted the yarn account. He said to Qin Jun outside: "This, give him back."
Qin Jun took the mysterious cloak and stared at Jiang Yinghe for a while, then suddenly said, "Master."
"Ok?"
"Face is a little red." Qin Jun raised his hand and touched the other person's red cheek with a finger, feeling the temperature under the finger was a little hot. "Isn't it uncomfortable yet?"
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him, not knowing what to say, and felt as if it was a shame to say anything, even though Qin Jun did not plan this, he even prevented a worse thing from happening to a certain extent.
He shook his head and retracted it silently, even the breathing he felt became suppressed and slow.
Qin Jun's anxious heart turned into ice all at once. He seemed to pour a pot of cold water on his head, and his mind suddenly became sober. He threw this cloak back to Li Huanhan with a chill in his tone.
"Li Huanhan."
Li Huanhan caught the cloak and looked up: "What?"
"I really can't figure out why he would treat you so well."
Qin Jun turned around, and the gray (color) eyes narrowed slightly: "Do you know how jealous I am?"
Li Huanhan looked back dumbly and asked, "How is he?"
"Do not bother you." Qin Jun laughed ironically, "... brother."

When he woke up the next day, the candlelight and phosphorus fire outside was still burning, and the feeling of (body) feeling like a fever receded a lot.
Jiang Yinghe sat up and slowly awakened his mind.
Outside the gauze, the phosphor fire shook like fireflies in the night sky.
He tried to calmly and calmly think for a moment, and then tried to communicate with the system that had been mechanically like a small program in his mind.
"My apprentice is spoiled. Can I ... don't care about them?"
The system that has been silent for a long time is slow to respond.
"Don't give up, there is no feeding, there is hope."
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyebrows: "... Is there any hope, do you not know they want (sleep Shui) me? Are you not a master system? Then what did I experience, what is it?"
The system was silent for a while, and continued to reply rigidly.
"If you teach them on (bed chuang), you can count as a good teacher."
Jiang Yinghe: "..."
"Your apprentices also have no experience in this area." The system is well organized, "This is also one of the teaching tasks."
Jiang Yinghe: "..."
"(Sex xing) education, love education, (dead si) education." System said, "This is a noble and great cause, Teacher Jiang."
Jiang Yinghe couldn't bear the name system, and slowly sighed, "Although you are so quibble, I still feel that I have no room for myself."
The system was silent for a short while, and continued: "This is not only your task, but mine."
"What is your mission?"
"……save."
Jiang Yinghe was sensitively aware that this was a simple but worthy analysis, and immediately asked: "What rescue?"
The system didn't answer anymore, and returned to the previous state of dead.
Jiang Yinghe lowered his head and thought for a while, but did not get a more definite answer. He got up and washed (more geng) clothes, trying to replace the clothes borrowed temporarily from yesterday. He was clearly prepared to face the two men, but found that the golden boys and jades were in the bedroom.
The two children didn't dare to sleep (sleep Shui), a little bit wronged, it seemed that Qin Jun was held accountable, one was worse than the other. When Jiang Yinghe woke up, Jin Tong stepped forward and presented the washing utensils that Qin Jun had ordered before, and a pale blue (colored) Taoist costume.
Jiang Yinghe asked: "What about Qin Jun and Li Huanhan?"
"Sovereign Lord," Jin Tong deflated his mouth, "Working on the Stygian River."
"The demon is also there." The girl said, "I went early in the morning."
Jiang Yinghe nodded and saw that the two of them were wronged. Although they knew that according to Guixiu, they couldn't judge people by appearance, but in order to distract their attention, don't always think about what happened last night and asked: Why are you so wronged, how old are you? "
Jin Tong was already wronged. When he asked him this question, he felt even more pitiful. He wiped his tears and cried sobbingly: "I am only 841 years old. The great beauty let me suck, take a sip Do not cry……"
Jiang Yinghe: "..."

Frontier fortress.
Sanqing Yaojun swallowed and carefully looked up at the ancestor. After a while, he shivered a little: "My brother, he ... he didn't come back ..."
The boy in red was playing the flute, and there was no special expression on his face. He just tapped his palm with the verdant flute and said, "No? Wu Chengyu is not here, what about my uncle?"
"This, the subordinates don't know." Sanqing said with a bitter face, "I have sent a letter to Cheng Yu long ago, let him let go. Just Cheng Yu said ... Say they, already ... For the companion, the uncle Xiaoyun has eaten something bad ... needs cultivation. "
There was a click.
Long night just tapped lightly, and the corners of the table case were neatly cut off. The long night seemed unconscious, and smiled coldly.
"You don't know." His words paused, "Then draw (dry) your blood and use the blood to trace the source, you can always find Wu Chengyu."
Sanqing did not dare to show up. He could only tremble his fingers to present the communication between the two. He whispered: "He, he is a tiger, I am a bird, this younger brother recognizes it, Venerable, I The two are not related ... "
Long night glanced at him, took the token that can carry the voice message, and carefully felt the source of the demon on the other side.
... a lot of herbal flavor.