Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Update time 2014-12-1418:42:08 Words: 3098

Ling Qingyu accepted the letter. There were only a few words in the letter. It was written: Brother Fang, the Lin family fleet will sail in five days, and the Fengshen ship where it is located must not retain one person. The signature is a thank you.

Ling Qingyu clenched his hand unknowingly, crumpled the letter paper into a ball, took a long breath, and Ling Qingyu slowly said, "It's the group of people who attacked my father and brother... It really is not ordinary people."

"This is the badge of the Xie family, but we and the Xie family have never had any grudges. Why would the Xie family act on the master?" Zheng Xi puzzled.

"Yes," Ling Qingyu turned around, looked at the Fengshen ship docked on the dock below, and whispered softly: "It's okay, you will know the reason someday."

"The master," Shi Fang came out of the house with a bitter face, and said: "You help, Yang Zhao refuses to take the medicine. If this goes on, don't blame me for my bad medical skills. No matter how good the doctor is, The patient must also cooperate."

He smoothed the letter paper, put it in his purse, took the medicine and the cloth for dressing from the stone who was still talking, Ling Qingyu walked into the house.

The main house is actually a large courtyard with a dozen rooms. Depending on the severity of the injury, starting from the room with the best sunlight, the wounded person of the war lived here. Yang Zhao naturally lived in the first room.

"I said, I'll do it myself." Yang Zhao said impatiently when the door rang.

"You come by yourself? Can you put medicine on your back?" Ling Qingyu closed the door and closed the curtains at the same time to block all the gaze from outside. Then he walked to the bed, where Yang Zhao was crawling on the bed, a mess on his naked back. The drug is applied.

Yang Zhao was in a coma for three days before he woke up. After waking up, Shifang was not allowed to give him medicine. Ling Qingyu came to the main house and was pulled by Shifang to persuade him. Okay, Yang Zhao didn't speak when she was there. He thought he had acquiesced, but she was still like this when she left.

Hearing Ling Qingyu's voice and the sound of closing the door, Yang Zhao's face flushed, but he buried his head in the pillow and stopped making a sound.

Ling Qingyu washed the clean cloth in warm water, and gently wiped the medicine residue and blood stains on his back. The wound on his back was actually not as much as the front, and it was not deep. After Ling Qingyu applied the medicine, he did not tie it up. Bandage, let the wound dry naturally. Then he frowned and looked at the two blood-stained gauze on his waist.

Ling Qingyu took a breath and told herself to be calm. In the past few days, Shi Fang was really too busy because of too many injured people. She also helped Yan San and Lu Yao change the dressing. Now the two have been **** by her. Like rice dumplings, they were thrown in the next room.

Spreading the gauze lightly, a puff of blood rushed out, and at the same time Yang Zhao also snorted lightly. Shi Fang said that the two swords had been specially treated. Not only was the blood groove opened, but there was also a hook at the end of the sword. In order not to damage Yang Zhao’s kidneys, the stone cut the outer skin and flesh before taking out the sword end. This caused the wound in front of Ling Qingyu to be deep and wide, which came out like a hole. Black blood.

Ling Qingyu wiped the blood, the cotton cloth touched the wound, making Yang Zhao's body tremble unconsciously, Ling Qingyu hurriedly sprinkled the medicine powder in his hands on it, spread a thick layer, and then covered the gauze, and then tore the other side. When the medicine was finished, Ling Qingyu was already sweating profusely. Seeing that the blood no longer came out, he breathed a sigh of relief, and put his finger on his waist, trying to wipe off the excess powder, but saw Yang Zhao Ling Qingyu's body shook suddenly, Ling Qingyu quickly retracted his hand, think about it, and ran his hand to wipe it again, when her finger touched Yang Zhao's waist, Yang Zhao's body shook again, Ling Qingyu felt depressed, could it be that my finger touched It hurts like that? Then what should I do after bandaging?

"You can bear it, it may be very painful, but it's not enough." Ling Qingyu said softly, then picked up the bandage and wound it from the left. When it was about to go around his body, Yang Zhao also lifted his waist. , But as soon as he raised his waist, the wound was a sharp pain, which made him groan *unconsciously. Ling Qingyu lightened his movement, leaned close to his back, leaned his hand under him, and then accidentally bumped into a hard body. Ling Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, then his face turned red, but his hand still wrapped the band around. If it was strapped down several times, Yang Zhao groaned in pain every time he lifted his waist, and Ling Qingyu felt that after he groaned, the things underneath became even bigger. Suddenly his brain brightened. Could it be that this waist is his sensitive zone And, our killer Yang Zhao is actually an M?

Yang Zhao didn't know that Ling Qingyu's head had already developed, but he felt that the body pasted on the back was warm and soft, and the two masses of flesh were rubbing against the wound on his back. He originally had a strange feeling of pain. Now it was even more out of control. The wound on his body was painful, but when the gentle hand touched it, the pain turned into pleasure again. Then, more gentle torture came, and Ling Qingyu's hand came again and again. The top was swiped, bringing more intense stimulation, so Yang Zhao finally couldn't help it, grabbed the culprit, and pressed to the place where his pulse was already pulsed.

what's the situation? Ling Qingyu's hand was pressed towards that guy, even though he was pressed underneath, the little guy still looked very lively and couldn't hold a hand. Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and saw Yang Zhao stuffing his head into the pillow, but the ears and back of his neck were already red.

Ling Qingyu smiled, took out his hand, pulled the strap over and tied it, and then lay down on his side while supporting Yang Zhao. Seeing that Yang Zhao's exposed face still had the disappointment that he could disappear in the future, he whispered to himself: Ling Qingyu, If you do it at this time, it is a beast, a beast. Then another little black man jumped out and said: This is also his wish. Look at his desire and dissatisfaction. He was hurt like this to save you. How can you ignore his wish.

The movement of turning over affected Yang Zhao's whole body wounds. When Ling Qingyu saw him trembling with pain, the little guy actually grew up again.

Leaning down, pressing against Yang Zhao's ear, Ling Qingyu said evilly: "After you get better, we will play slowly, now." Ling Qingyu held the little guy with both hands and rubbed Yang Zhao's head up and down. Suddenly he lifted up, groaning finely, and then the gasping sound became heavier and heavier, his body became tighter and tighter, and he screamed, and finally couldn't help but shoot out from Ling Qingyu's hands.

After the panting subsided, Yang Zhao turned his head to the side, blushing and said, "I don't want others to give me medicine."

That is. . If others see this, they don’t faint directly? Ling Qingyu sneered, seeing that the wound in front of him had already been handled by himself, and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"I...usually don't...like this..." Yang Zhao's face turned redder, his voice humming like a mosquito. He doesn’t like other people’s contact with his body, not because of this strange feeling, but because of the sequelae left by the migration and distribution. Along the way, even when the seawall is being built, people are constantly watching his body, and his skill is Feng, unable to resist, is dependent on his subordinates desperately trying to save him from being violated by others. When on the ship, he did not want to allow his subordinates to sacrifice, he could only obey. As long as he could let his subordinates escape, he would commit suicide. He was rescued by Ling Qingyu, but at that time, although it was not deep, Chen Erhu's things had already entered his body, and the feeling of shame made him feel uncomfortable once a man approached him now, not to mention the intimate contact of changing the dressing.

"I know," Ling Qingyu's little demon has completely dominated her, with an obscene smile, Ling Qingyu leaned close to him: "You are mine. In the future, except for me, no matter how badly you are injured, you can't be touched by others. You know that!"

Seeing Yang Zhao nodded unexpectedly, Ling Qingyu suddenly felt that he was too evil, so he added: "It doesn't count when you are in a coma."

Ling Qingyu escaped from Yang Zhao’s room. Of course, he didn’t forget to close the door and looked around. There was no one in the courtyard, so Ling Qingyu, who felt his face was feverish, walked through the main house like being chased by a dog. He entered the forest behind and walked a long way out before stopping by a stream. He poured cold water on his face to reduce the heat on his face a little, and his heartbeat slowly eased, Ling Qingyu’s head Finally awake.

"Although Yang Zhao is the adopted son of the Yang family, his biological father, Yang Yan, was also known for being brave and good at fighting, but Yang Zhao went to the battlefield at the age of fourteen and was promoted to the general of the Ranger four years later. Come out, this person is more reliable than Lu Yao."

Ling Qingyu turned his head fiercely and saw that Yan San, who was wearing a sloppy bandage, was leaning against the tree, eating a fruit, and his face that had already calmed down turned red again. Pointing to him, said: "You...you...you..."

"I don't know anything..." Yan San smiled.

"I haven't avenged my grievances, so I won't talk about these things!" Ling Qingyu rushed out, but he felt relieved. Yes, now the first priority is to go back and take revenge. The death of my father and brother is not as simple as originally thought. , My own future is actually very difficult, how can I really fall in love like a little girl.

"Well, I have to raise it for two or three years first. Maybe there is something better." Yan San jumped back after speaking, avoiding the stone thrown by Ling Qingyu, and yelled, "Auntie. , I am also injured, so don't treat it so differently." After three years, I don't have any problems with whom you marry at that time.