The Heavenly Soldier opened his mouth and wanted to say something, when he felt a strong sense of oppression coming from not far away.
"Mu Chen."
Sang Yu looked back and saw "Zi Chen" not far away, and a smile appeared on her face.
"This will heal your wounds."
She casually put a jade bottle into the hands of the heavenly soldiers, turned around and walked towards "Zi Chen".
But when she left, she seemed to see a mole on Tianbing's right middle finger from the corner of her eye...
Sang Yu didn't have time to think so much. She threw herself into "Zi Chen"'s arms and looked at him coquettishly: "Why are you here?"
"Zi Chen" smoothly grabbed her waist, completely ignoring the surrounding heavenly soldiers, and pressed her into his arms: "You haven't come back for a long time. I was worried about you, so I came out to look for you."
"Nothing will happen to me."
"But I miss you."
"Glib tongue."
"Whether it's slippery or not, we'll find out later when we try it."
They walked away together.
Tianbing looked at the jade bottle in his hand, his eyes darkening.
This jade bottle is the best elixir he hid in the dark room for healing...
Thinking of Sang Yu's unnatural smile when she faced "Zi Chen" just now.
Does she know that he is not him?
"What did that heavenly soldier tell you just now?"
"I didn't say anything." Sang Yu said, "I just saw that the injuries on his face didn't look like they were injured by a monster, so I asked out of curiosity."
"In the future, don't talk to other people of the opposite sex easily."
Sang Yu frowned: "Why?"
"I'd be jealous."
He stared at her deeply, his jealousy not concealed at all.
"Jealous." Sang Yu smiled and snuggled into his arms.
But when she thought of the mole between the fingers of the heavenly soldier, she frowned slightly.
Something seems not quite right.
"Here, take off your clothes and I'll give you medicine."
"Zi Chen"'s eyes were slightly dark, and he didn't take off his own clothes, but came to take off hers.
"do what?"
He leaned close to her ear and smiled softly: "Suddenly it occurred to me that dual cultivation can also heal injuries."
As he spoke, he clasped his fingers around her and squeezed slowly.
Sang Yu snorted and kicked him: "Rogue."
He easily grabbed her ankles, and his slender fingers pushed up the skirt of her skirt and piled it around her waist.
"Do you like my hand?" he asked her, raising his long, well-jointed fingers.
Sang Yu understood instantly and tilted his head stubbornly: "...I don't like it."
"What about the lips?"
Sang Yu blushed: "I don't like it!"
"Really?" He looked at her with a smile, "I'll verify it."
Later, he stared at the blush on her cheeks and chuckled: "It seems you like my lips more."
He really is a gangster.
Rogues who are getting wilder and wilder.
Sang Yu didn't want to pay attention to him, "I'm going to bed, don't bother me."
"It's okay, you sleep in yours and I'll sleep in mine."
Later, Sang Yu couldn't bear it anymore and started "fighting" with him on the couch.
She grabbed his hair: "If you dare to mess around before your injury is healed, I will kill you."
He chuckled in her ear: "You can die under peonies, and you can be a ghost even if you die."
Sang Yu tightened her grip: "I think you are not romantic, you are dirty."
"Yeah, I'm dirty." He nodded in agreement, "I can't help but be dirty when I see you."
Sang Yu gritted his teeth: "Cang Yuan, shut up!"
He stopped and looked at her with hurt eyes.
"Who is Cang Yuan?"
So, it's really not him?
Sang Yu looked at him with a confused look on his face, and a bit sad.
Better not him.
She played with his hair and laughed leisurely: "Cang Yuan is a dog."
