Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms

Zhou Hui snarled and kept patrolling beside Chu He, patting his face and neck with his paws.

Chu He made a very slight moan under the beat, this voice seemed like an invisible encouragement, which made Zhou Hui immediately excited. It rubbed and squeezed him hard with its huge furry head, and at the same time leaned down to press him with the thick fur on his chest, and gave a low and dangerous roar, his pupils eerily erected at the bottom of his eyes.

"..." Chu He opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound, and a slightly painful expression appeared.

This is my thing, Zhou Hui thought. The long-lost animal instinct burned in the blood vessels, and the heat made it extremely excited, and every subtle nerve ending shivered.

This is mine, completely mine.

I have all sovereignty over him, and I am the only one in this territory.

This recognition made Zhou Hui very excited. The separation and depression of the previous years turned into more intense stimulation at the moment, just like the whole bottle of alcohol suddenly poured into a fire, and it was like a pot of cold water suddenly splashed away. Let the whole brain explode in the pan.

It opened its mouth and licked Chu He's neck and chest vigorously, greedy and insatiable, and did not let go of an inch of skin. The long, barbed tongue made Chu He immediately curl up in pain, sending out intermittent gasps, and subconsciously reached out to try to refuse, but was immediately stamped on by the male beast and forced his whole body to show a kind of Open gesture.

"Ah..." Chu He was so licked by that long tongue that he was alive and dead, and finally struggled hard: "No... no, Zhou Hui..."

Warcraft paused and looked down from the top.

Chu He opened his eyes slightly, and was a little cramped by the severe pain. After turning over, he was too late to speak, and there was choking bleeding in the trachea. He fell to the ground and began to cough. Every sound was very dull and hard. His hair was tied to his pale cheeks and his clothes were messy and uncomfortable. From Zhou Hui's perspective, he could see his trembling bare back and shoulders.

Warcraft can't bear it, a heavy gasp between his fangs, and its thick tail flapping on the ground extremely anxiously.

It wanted to pounce on the fierce and thorough violence|violent him, so that the softest and most secret place of his whole body was forced to contain himself tightly, let him scream and gasp until his throat was dumb, and let his legs fill up His own sperm|liquid; but all it can do in a cough is scratching the ground with claws, leaving dozens of white smoke marks.

"Zhou Hui..." Chu He finally managed to stop the hemoptysis, turned around exhausted, and realized the danger at a glance in the trance, and immediately used all his strength to move backward.

The World of Warcraft roared violently, slammed it down and pressed him hard, buried him in the fur on his chest, and squeezed hard at the same time. It squeezed a dozen times before it came to a halt, staring at Chu He with his hair loose and his hair loose, like a beast looking at a very fat piece of meat that was not allowed to sip when it was extremely hungry, and his eyes were full. Not reconciled.

"Let me go... Zhou Hui," Chu He shivered, but his expression was very calm: "You let go first..."

The roar of Warcraft "Oh--!" shook the whole hall several times.

It has no choice but to retreat half a step. After a few seconds of stalemate, it is another half step. The muscles of the forelegs are tight like a rock. It is actually a prelude to the attack.

Chu He lost even the last trace of blood on his lips, but his expression was unusually calm, and he kept staring closely at its strange and violent green vertical pupil. Until it finally exited three or four meters away, the moment the hind paw landed, the bone slowly changed and shrunk, turning back into a human form.

Chu He leaned tiredly against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.

"... Don't be bitten by a snake for ten years and be afraid of the well rope," Zhou Hui squatted on the ground licking his fingers unwillingly. This action should be subconscious. It looks like a beast licking its paw before killing its prey: "I can I didn’t plan to do anything. Look at me being obedient..."

"So what did you want to do?"

Zhou Hui's eyes rolled around and said, "Oh, my hair is soft or not," he said, asking, "Is it soft?"

Chu He: "..."

Chu He pushed away the handsome face in front of him with a blank expression, trying to stand up against the wall with difficulty, but the place where the waist was hit solidly by the lowering pestle was so painful that he just sat back as hard as he could. Buddha blood's direct attack is no joke. If you change yourself, the entire abdominal cavity may now become a mass of red bean paste.

The puncture wound under the right rib of Zhou Hui's black clothes was not conspicuous, so he blocked the bleeding mouth and said, "Don't move, I will deal with it."

He flipped through his jacket pocket, found a bottle of throat drops, poured a small pill-sized pill out of it, and after a while in the mouth, it spitted out and rubbed it in his palm. Then, he lifted Chu He's clothes corner and began to massage the injured area on his waist. This panacea is just an emergency treatment, but it can really relieve the pain very quickly. After rubbing for a few minutes, Chu He let out a long breath: "OK, almost... Where did you get it?"

Zhou Hui said: "I'm not your undead line of heaven, as a devil, I naturally want to get some souvenirs of hell."

Chu Hexin said that I was so adapted to the souvenirs of Hell Road... Probably because his expression unabashedly revealed this idea, Zhou Hui immediately placated and said: "Marry chickens and chickens and dogs and dogs, people can adapt to the environment. It’s always good."

"..." Chuhe mouth twitched slightly and asked, "How are you?"

"These weak chickens, Ashura, haven't been squeezed to death one by one, just because you are still being tempted by a few days of demon bells | dying, utterly sad for you, I have never seen the world." Zhou Hui came over and smirked with a small whisper: "If you really like this, get a few to give you next time, and I promise to make you more like..."

Chu He said blankly: "No, keep it for yourself. I can support you with friendship if the hands are not long enough."

"You do not understand……"

Chu He quickly interrupted him: "--How to deal with the curse?"

"Oh," said Zhou Hui, "Tian Dao knows that there is an answer saying that Buddha seals can purify curse corpses. I will use the uncle's palm to use it. To be honest, our uncle is really timid, not just following the curse. Did the corpse dance a veneer dance? It was like calling me to find someone to turn him, and he felt distressed for him."

Zhou Hui briefly said that the discovery of the corpse is not Yang Jinpingcuo, said: "This shows that the old Yu was indeed replaced by someone, damn, I said that Yu Jingzhong was strange at this time, looking at It's like taking the wrong medicine."

"You can't say that people are strange because they are unwilling to go blind to the girl you introduced..." Chu He sighed and suddenly remembered another thing: "--Zhang Shun?"

Zhou Hui was stunned.

Although the expression flickered, Chu He was keenly aware that it was wrong: "--Are you rushing from Dongcheng with Zhang Shun? Zhang Shun?"

Zhou Hui stared straight at him, suddenly covering his right rib for a while, and said painfully: "It hurts, it hurts..."

Zhou Hui's face was pale, and sweat was cold, and that expression was so real that Zhou Run had to be willing to worship the wind. Chu He didn't doubt that he was there, immediately rushed up to support him and slowly sat on the ground, unbuttoned his clothes button to check, and saw an arrow with a big index finger wound **** under the ribs, because the arrow pulled out in a hurry, took half The flesh and blood of each palm looks quite scary.

Chu He immediately realized that he had done it himself and said angrily: "Why didn't you say it early!"

Zhou Hui grabbed his hand and gasped: "Hurry, go and see if the arrow has been wiped..."

"Your head was wiped!" Chu He quickly turned out a bottle of throat lozenges from his pocket, but it was empty, and the last pill was just used on himself. He had no choice but to tear a piece of cloth from his clothesline and wrap it up with Zhou Hui, but somehow, the wound that had almost stopped bleeding started to bleed again and again, and it took only two rounds to soak the cloth. .

Zhou Hui gasped and grabbed Chu He's hand and said, "My dear, leave it alone. I have to tell you something, yes..."

"What are you talking nonsense? Is there any medicine?" Chu He broke away from Zhou Hui, immediately got up and turned over in the messy ICU monitoring hall, and found half a box of analgesics and one in the medical cabinet. Opened syringe. He also wanted to find medicine powder with no hemostasis, but the hospital bed and all expensive medical equipment were smashed by broken bricks and stones. The medicine was scattered all over the place. With the lights off, he could barely see the full Shattered glass.

Zhou Hui leaned against the corner and hummed: "My dear, my bones are hard. Go and see if the arrow is damaged—"

Chu He said angrily: "Don't move! Wrap the bandage tightly!"

"It doesn't matter, leave me alone, there is a very important thing..."

"--I said," suddenly came a voice not far away: "Can you control me? If you let me go, it will naturally cool down."

Zhou Hui and Chu He looked back at the same time, only to see Shen Wantiansi lying on the floor, turned his neck like a zombie, and looked at them faintly.

"Is it really okay to flirt in front of the monk? And boss Zhou, I feel that the use of the bells you said is different from what I understand... I'm already frustrated with that kind of thing, don't let me fall The psychological shadow is good."

Zhou Hui covered her bandage and even forgot to shed blood: "When did you wake up?"

"Since I was bitten by a snake for ten years and I was afraid of Jingsheng-my pure thoughts were simply broken by you two, Comrade Zhou Runhui." Shen Wantiansi's expression was very numb, and he lifted his still-good right arm to block it Closed his eyes.

But this is his only body part that can move. His abdominal cavity is penetrated, his left arm is burnt black, the skin is open and the flesh is unbearable, and the smell of protein is cooked after a little movement; fortunately, the burn stopped before the heart, otherwise it is already It's cool.

Chu He used to help him bandage and treat his wounds, and gave him another shot of epinephrine. He asked: "Why did the fifth group all betrayed? When were you caught and turned into a puppet?"

"I was originally different from their denomination. The Huangjiao doctrine was very radical. Yang Jinpingcuo was their spiritual leader... It's too complicated, let alone say." Shen Wantiansi breathed in pain and said intermittently: "If not This matter, Yang Jinpingcuo has also been planning to kill me. He pretended to be Yu Fu and called me to this hospital, deceiving me that there was an injustice here, calling me to overdo it. As a result, I came across that as soon as I came A few Ashura's gray robes using Tianmo Ling, Mom's resistance is not at all...ah!"

He bounced in pain and pumped his head in Chu He's arms for half a day before he managed to slow down. He trembling and asked, "Well... What about Yang Jinpingcuo? What's wrong with that dumbass?"

Chu He shook his head and said he didn't know. The two looked back at Zhou Hui together.

Zhou Hui was pale, cold and sweating, shaking his head weakly covering the wound. His current state is not much better than that of God Wan Tiansi. He is curled up in a dark corner, like a bruised beast licking and licking alone.

"I just wanted to tell you..." He paused and said in a deep voice: "I took Zhang Shun from Dongcheng District here, but I met Yang Jinpingcuo who pretended to be you downstairs. I was anxious to come up to you And think that the bones of Buddha are more than enough to deal with Deputy Chief Yang Jin, so he left Zhang Shun alone..."

He coughed twice in pain, adding: "Zhang Shun also agreed."

Chuhe's forehead jumped suddenly.

Zhou Hui immediately covered her right rib and fell to the ground, struggling to bow her body into a shrimp and buried her face in her knees □□: "Ah-pain, why is my wound so painful -"

"Go," Shen Wantian, who sympathized with Chu River, said, "Just leave two epinephrine, I can take care of myself."

Chu He nodded: "I'll remember to call Zhou Hui later." He said, grabbing the silver and white, barely got up, and walked out of the icu monitoring hall from the overturned instruments and broken bricks.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared outside the door that Zhou Hui crawled up and pulled off the bandage, sighing and said, "Damn, I was so excited that I forgot my uncle, I didn't even think about it without asking him. "

Shen Wantian lay lying on the ground motionlessly: "Normal, you even put your comrades on the side to cool naturally."

"Lao Tzu hasn't taken care of your responsibility to make the whole group treacherous. Shut your mouth and rest!" Zhou Hui kicked him to the side, leaned over and picked up the stone he had just fallen in, and was still stained with blood Pure green bone arrow. As he said, the arrow was indeed scratched. It should have been rubbed on the rib when he stabbed into his body. A small piece of the sharp arrow sharply collapsed.

Zhou Hui touched the long arrow and sighed: "I know..."

"It's just an arrow, don't be so small." Shen Wantian maintained the posture of being kicked and grabbed this case as a pillow, which made me feel more comfortable. "I heard that this is the bone of the **** sea monster you have killed, is it a nine-headed baby? If so, I still have a few in Tibet, and I will give you two ribs in the morning."

Zhou Hui smiled and walked in the direction that Chu He had just left.

I do not know why God Wan Tiansi thought his smile was very strange, but in the dark he could not tell what was wrong. I saw his black shirt cuffs rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular arms; one hand was inserted in the pocket of his trousers, and the other hand grasped the pure green arrow, and he massaged his back carelessly.

"--Not nine infants," he said.

"This is my own bone."