Riling Up The Jianghu

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The fierce palm was fierce, and the palm print left was terrifying.

The crimson was nearly purple, with a bulging layer, and densely covered with bloodshot, and it was dazzled on the skin of Rong Luoyun. Huo Linfeng's palms are attached to the sides of the palm print, and a stream of heat and energy is sent into the body to fight the severe pain in its body.

Rong Luoyun sat down, leaning back teeteringly, clutching the back of his hand in his hair.

In order to distract the pain, he forced himself to think of something beside him.

If Huo Linfeng didn't come to him, what would he be like at the moment? If it's good, you're picked away and run away. If it's bad, it's like Chen Mian said. There is no place to die.

He thought, how could Huo Linfeng be here to rescue him? It seemed to be mentioned when picking up the steps, the other party heard what her sister said in Chaomulou. With this in mind, he asked with a low face, "You go to Chaomu Tower to find your heart?"

Huo Linfeng was fully absorbed in this one. "Ah, yes ..." He thought hard, what was the name of the heart, and had to lie if he hadn't thought about it, "I haven't seen my heart for a long time, so I will miss it.

Rong Luoyun heard the words secretly and sent a fan to express his heartfelt feelings. He spoiled the other party's beautiful scenery.

Huo Linfeng was against the shoulder and back, and the skin under the palm became hot and sweaty, I don't know who they were. The time has passed, the sun is gone, and the tired birds have not returned yet, leaving only quietness in the mountains.

He was afraid that Rong Luoyun would chat with him again and again, and preemptively said: "Palace, close your eyes and sleep."

Rong Luoyun obediently closed his eyes, unable to curl up, and then shrugged his shoulders. When he was drowsy, he felt a damp and hot heart. He was horrified to wake up, the palm of his back was very hot, such as cooking with charcoal, and a sensation of hot liquid coming out.

Huo Linfeng said, "Don't be afraid, you will be happy if you get bloody."

It was really difficult, Rong Luoyun bit his lower lip to hold back the moan / groan, and the blood of the back heart flowed down the spine to the waist, soaking the only pants on her body. He was painful and embarrassed, afraid to be ridiculed, and then confessed: "Du Zhong, my pants are wet."

In a dead silence, he guessed the other side was laughing at him.

Unexpectedly, Huo Linfeng hesitated for a long while: "... Don't you ask me to wash it?"

Cleaning the table and sweeping the floor was acceptable, and making the bed was gritted, but washing the clothes was the job of the mother-in-law, and he did not die. There was another dead silence in the room, and Rong Luoyun was confused and unanswered. He noticed footsteps approaching outside.

It was a group, shattered quickly, but each foot was very light.

"Du Zhong?" Rong Luoyun called each other busy.

"Shh." Huo Linfeng also heard. The two snorted and held their breaths, listening to that footsteps getting closer and closer, outside the Zen courtyard, even breathing heavily. Hula la was admitted to the hospital, and was pacing outside the house, staggering, and the door was bumped.

A dozen mouths opened their mouths and said, "Wang! Wangwang! Wangwangwang!"

Huo Linfeng couldn't help cursing: "His mother ..." was actually a group of wild dogs.

On weekdays, there is no one in the Zen courtyard. The wild dogs in the mountains come to sleep at night. At this moment, they smell human and bark constantly. After the absurdity, the group of dogs accompany the house outside, and the time passed from the rush hour to the rush hour.

For four full hours, Huo Linfeng continued to help Rong Luoyun to heal his pain.

From when he was ugly to when he was ugly, it seemed as if he gave something back to the other party.

When the palm was closed, Huo Linfeng drew a dwarf candle, the light shone outside and there was a dog bark. Rong Luoyun lay down on his cymbal and said badly: "Don't make a noise."

Huo Linfeng Jun's face sank, and he turned back to his side, and was full of hard words but could not vent. In front of me, the old mattress was old, and the blood-stained blue shirt and robe were scattered in disorder. Rong Luoyun pressed on the white robe, panting because of pain, but looked at him with his face straight.

This is a weak sick cat, no wonder he is a brutal dog.

Sitting on the edge of the cymbal, he rubbed the blood on the back of Rong Luoyun, not light or heavy, but stained with two sphenoid cheekbones. Rong Luoyun exclaimed: "Be light, you hurt me."

It's really Jin Gui, he snorted coldly, but his hand was light. Rub it even more on the waist, Rong Yun was itchy and twisted his buttocks. He looked away and said bluntly, "Give me your hand."

Rong Luoyun had no consciousness in his left arm and could not give it, so he had to turn around and get closer to the other side. Just then, the ponytail loosened from the back of his head and fluttered, covering his back with a brain.

He sniffed and asked, "Can you sue me tomorrow?"

Huo Linfeng didn't want to work: "It's not dirty, it's fragrant."

Rong Luoyun said: "I will give you a silver moon after returning to the palace."

Huo Linfeng said: "Money is something outside of you."

Rong Luoyun lost his way and sighed, compromising, "I'm fine with bandaging." His shoulders were wrapped around his big hands, and he pushed hard along his arms to confirm that his bones were not broken. When Huo Linfeng tangled his hands, he whispered, "If my hands are not injured, I don't need to bother you. In fact, I want to cleanse my face, so why not use it."

The pitiful state of this pair of Baba was tight, pretending or true, all told Huo Linfeng to admit defeat. "I'll wash you tomorrow, and you don't need to raise your moonlight." He lay Rongyun down and covered the quilt. "Secretary, sleep."

Rong Luoyun asked, "How about you?"

Huo Linfeng pulled a futon and sat on the ground, leaning against the cricket.

Rong Luoyun pondered for a moment, squirmed closer, covered himself with the quilt half, and drew half to the other side. He was physically and mentally dizzy, closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy state. Huo Linfeng wrapped his quilt after he fell asleep.

In the past, there were no hot coals in the tent during the severe cold, and the armor did not leave in the heat.

Huo Linfeng hugged his elbows, which was hard work.

The two were exhausted, one suffered a serious injury and needed to recuperate, and the other suffered a loss of internal strength and injured vitality. By dawn, the wild dogs returned to the mountains to play, and they were still sleeping peacefully.

For a long time, the quilt on the bed collapsed and Rong Luoyun stretched out a leg.

Steeply exposed to the cold air, he opened his eyes doubtfully, the square table, stoneware bowl, broken window ... This is not an anonymous residence, but a Zen monastery on the top of the mountain. With a bowed head, wide shoulders, a narrow neck, and thick black hair, Huo Linfeng leaned on his back and slept.

Then someone knocked on the door, and Huo Linfeng woke up.

The little monk brought two monks to change clothes, and a scripture to pass the time. Huo Linfeng thanked him, stretched back to the house, and mumbled to the side again.

For three hours, he twisted his face sharply: "The palace master-"

For a moment, he was close to each other. Rong Luoyun's eyes shuddered, and he could almost see himself from the other side. He was lying on the edge of the waist, but he seemed to be on his shoulders.

Clear eyelashes, pale lips because of weakness, he looked at him, he looked at him.

Rong Luoyun quietly grabbed the quilt and asked, "What is it?"

Huo Linfeng returned to his mind: "It has been three hours since yesterday's healing. Let me explore my heart."

He got up and held Rong Luoyun's shoulders, lay it flat, leaned over and shrouded it, his probe went into the warm quilt. Then he touched Rong Luoyun's heart and covered it with his palms.

The ups and downs became fierce, and the faster the beat, Rong Luoyun put his hands in his ears, and seemed to be able to hear "plop thump."

Huo Linfeng pressed the palm of his hand lightly, rubbing his fingertips a little, and actually raised against his fingertips. Lifting his eyes to the other side, he asked casually but utterly badly: "Where did you run into it, eh?"

Rong Luoyun was stiff, and his warm, rough hands were like a soldering iron, which made him taut. He tilted his head and stared at the bleached wall, his heart burning and his face flushed red.

Probing well, Huo Linfeng pulled back, the major obstacles have been removed, and it will take some time to recover as before. He Shi Ran turned and left, and went to Laoquan after the bucket to get water. Yesterday, he promised to wash his hair.

Once I accepted the maid work, it was quite handy.

Huo Linfeng boiled the hot water into the house, soaked a cloth towel, and placed a small stool by the bucket. Rong Luoyun struggled, and left to take off his underwear, squatted beside the basin and scrubbed with water.

Right-handed, slow.

Huo Linfeng stood behind the door, and the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind was not stopping. He was calm, but the sound of water leaking inside was not allowed.

There were seventeen fallen leaves in the green trees in the courtyard, and the birds left the branches six times. He observed the trivial records around Bafang, and when the eighteenth leaf fell, the sound of water in the room stopped.

Ragged, grinds more than the sound of water.

He shouldn't twist his face, but twisted, looking at the mottled courtyard. It's time to stop, but twist again, and look at the moss in the corner. Eyes twisted again, followed by the waist turning, peering through the residual window.

In natural daylight, a section of jade's back was slightly bowed, and the palm print on it was lightened, and was covered by Ruqingsi. Rong Luoyun, wearing dark blue monk pants, was wearing grey and blue monk clothes, shaking his shoulders.

For a long while, he shouted helplessly: "Du Zhong, are you there?"

Huo Linfeng saw clearly, but pretended to be stupid: "What's the matter of the palace master?"

Rong Luoyun embarrassed for help: "Come and help me."

Huo Linfeng pushed the door and walked in front of the opponent, holding his left wrist in one hand and pinching the empty sleeves in one hand. Put on a good fit, lower your head to tie it, reach for the waist, and lift up the monk pants.

He opened two cloth socks and silently pointed at Yan Yan.

Rong Luoyun sat down with his legs down, Huo Linfeng squatted, supported his heels, and put on the socks. He looked down at the other side, and the fading red flush on his face made him dizzy.

What's more faint, Huo Linfeng got up and probed his hand, gave him the palm.

He turned up and looked up: "Do so ..."

Huo Linfeng said, "Hand."

The top of Rongluo's misty water cover, his face was crimson, like a boiled medicine pot, maybe he opened his mouth and would poke. He reached out and was held in his arms, walked slowly outward, and crossed the threshold to enter the hospital.

There was a basin of hot water and two small stools in the courtyard, and Huo Linfeng wanted to sue him.

The leaves did not know how many pieces had fallen, and the birds kept coming and going. Hot water poured over his head, and his whole body was numb and crispy. His medicine pot smoked with hot water.

Huo Linfeng held the scoop in his left hand and rubbed his wet head with his right hand. This piece of blue silk brushed his face, at this moment holding the knowing touch, soft, not slippery, like a ray of silk.

Washing up, Rong Luoyun sucked on a cloth towel to absorb water, without a word: "Will you comb your hair?"

Huo Linfeng was wiping his hands: "Gongzhu, don't get an inch."

The little monk who sent the monk's clothes came again, panting for two bowls of fast food. He hadn't seen three thousand troubles for a long time, and volunteered to stab Rong Luoyun for a long time.

As soon as the little monk left, Huo Linfeng picked up Zhaifan and hesitated to feed the "one-armed hero". Rong Luoyun stared at the bowl, vegetables, tofu, and oil. He couldn't help whispering, "Du Zhong, I want to eat meat."

Huo Linfeng died of grief. He saw that the princesses in Chang'an Palace were not so difficult to serve. The key is to make the other party so tickled. The maggots are moving, and he wants to chew maggots.

An hour later, the chimney smoked out from the chimney.

The Zen courtyard is quiet, Rong Luoyun reads the scriptures and asks for forgiveness of the Bodhisattva, Huo Linfeng calls game from the back mountain and cooks it in front of the stove. When the skin is cooked, the two close the window and hide in the kitchen to steal food.

The stools were sitting opposite each other, each holding a roasted rabbit leg, choked with oil.

Rong Luoyun took the meat in his right hand and was disabled in his left hand. His thin lips were full of oil. I took a sip of forgetfulness and sorrow, and grunted and sighed, and suddenly a drop of oil ran down the corner of his mouth, shaking his chin.

At this time Huo Linfeng raised his eyes, narrowed his eyes, and stretched out his hand. The palm rest of the little face is used as a towel, and the belly is slightly heavy on the fine-skinned tender meat, and the drop of oil to fall.

Withdrawing his hand, he snorted, and he sucked his abdomen.

Rong Luoyun froze, and the landscape in the evening tower appeared. The guest deliberately dripped while drinking, and the beauty onion swabbed and sucked into the mouth. After that, the lips were put on the face, and a jade was stolen to steal the fragrance.

He bowed his head in embarrassment, his brain buzzing and his heart trembling.

Feeling helpless, he said "Amitabha" to the rabbit leg.