Golden Stage

Chapter 48: Trap ┃ It's too early to come

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The room was not completely dark, there was a dim yellow light all around, there was no one inside, and there was no terrifying sight. Yan Xiaohan took a few steps inside, his nostrils opened, and suddenly he smelled a strange fragrance coming from nowhere. .

He was slightly startled, and then an indescribable sense of joy shot straight to the sky, making him instantly dizzy and unsteady. Then the aroma suddenly became strong, as if a spoonful of hot oil was poured on the flame, the flame exploded, and the heat was steaming. The blood in his whole body boiled, and several bloodshots climbed up in his eyes instantly, as if a fire was burning in his lower abdomen, and his lower body immediately raised his head.

"Dang bang", the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

His body was like a crumbling and broken cage, unable to contain restlessness and endless desire, Yan Xiaohan bit the tip of his tongue and staggered to the door, but the door that had just been opened just now was opened by someone. Firmly locked from the outside, his muscles kept twitching, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably, his body was extremely excited, but he didn't even have the strength to break through the door.

A complete trap... The "dumb kid" who leads the way is simply a trap laid out for him.

The aroma wrapped and entangled him as if alive, wandering around his limbs, and the darkness in front of him turned into frames of bizarre dreams. In the last trace of Qingming burned by the fire of desire, Yan Xiaohan suddenly remembered that in the last Jinwuwei case, the flying dragon guards in the yard were all hit. Shen Yice once said that that kind of medicine will make people feel "More bliss than bliss".

Jinwuwei... Bai Lu San...

Why is there actually Bailu San in this remote mountain village thousands of miles away from the capital? !

However, this horrific thought didn't last long. He couldn't think of it any longer. His thoughts were chaotic. He flew into the clouds for a while, and then fell into a fog. Finally, he slowly slid back against the wall and sat on the ground, closing his eyes. He closed his eyes, his chest rose and fell violently, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

He gritted his teeth and held back the groaning that he wanted to say, several sinister blue veins formed on the back of his hand, and a big sweat dripped into the corners of his eyes along his temples, but at the moment when he was defeated by Yuwang, he finally couldn't hold it back. Trembling and calling out "Jingyuan".

Meanwhile, on the other side of the village.

When Ren Miao woke up, he found that the group of King Qi next door had left, and even the people in the village had left. His hungry legs were weak, and dizzy, he went under the stove to find a steamed bun, and ate it with cold water. After eating, he slapped the dregs and went to the yard to lead the horse. When he was about to chase to Kuangfeng County, he suddenly felt One move.

It's hard to tell what that feeling is, it seems to be some kind of premonition, and it seems that there is an inexplicable tremor coming from a thread that is holding him somewhere.

He turned his head suspiciously, and hesitantly took a few steps toward the village. As soon as he walked out of the yard, he saw a child whose legs were not as long as him came out from behind the house.

When he saw him, the child was stunned for a moment, then turned around in a hurry, and ran away.

It's fine if he doesn't run, but as soon as he runs, he appears guilty of being a thief. Ren Miao's skills were indeed faster than Yan Xiaohan's. He picked up a small stone from the ground, without aiming, clasped it on his fingertips and flicked it, only to hear the sound of the wind breaking, and the child was hit in the knee. "Flop" and threw a dog gnawing mud on the ground.

Ren Miao pulled out the fire stick that he had made handy with his backhand, picked up the child with one stick, and dangled it in the air. He thoughtfully said, "What are you running for?"

The child trembled like a sieve, Ren Miao said with a smile: "Tell me, seeing me like a ghost, what's wrong with you?"

The child was speechless, and his eyes quickly filled with tears, which was quite pitiful. Who would have guessed that the hard-hearted man would not be moved at all. Seeing that he did not answer, he carried him to the nearby well and put the He hung himself at the mouth of the well: "Don't tell me? Then you go down and stay there. Anyway, there is no one in the village now. By the time they come back, 80% of you will be soaked..."

The child stared at him blankly, then looked down at the dark wellhead under his feet, and burst into tears.

Ren Miao said with satisfaction: "Now you're good? Where have everyone gone? Show me the way."

The child wailed silently, Ren Miao originally meant to ask him where the villagers went, but he didn't hear it clearly. He thought it was Yan Xiaohan's accomplice who was looking for him, so he led him all the way to that room. forward.

Ren Miao threw him off the fire stick, measured it against the door lock, and then pulled the stick down without saying hello. The sharp wind was accompanied by an earth-shattering loud noise - even the brass lock with half of the door panel. and was chopped to pieces by him.

The mute child's eyes are straight, and he suspects that his fire stick may be a peerless magic weapon that can destroy gold and jade.

As soon as the door was broken, the aroma in the room escaped. Ren Miao raised his sleeves to cover his nose. Out of the mentality of a dead Taoist friend not a poor Taoist, he grabbed the child and threw him in.

The half-old child couldn't bear such a large amount of rich white dew powder, and was immediately stunned. Seeing this, Ren Miao didn't dare to act rashly, and stood at the upper air vent with her nose covered.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a person curled up in the corner, in great pain.

The white gauze-like moonlight streamed in from the broken door, illuminating the mess. Yan Xiaohan was startled by the loud noise and raised his head slowly. The blood he had endured was burning dry, the skin from the neck down was glowing with abnormal warmth and ridicule, his eyes were not clear, and the cold sweat kept slipping from his temples, flowing down his cheeks, against the red The eyes were like spots of tears.

The visitor stood behind the back light, his face was hidden in the dark night, the slender figure actually overlapped with the shadow in his memory, he thought he had seen an illusion, and said in a trance: "Jingyuan..."

Ren Miao silently cursed and strode over.

Who would have thought that before his hand touched Yan Xiaohan, that person suddenly shuddered, as if he had suddenly recognized his face, and as if he had been awakened by the evening wind, his stray eyes refocused, and he did not know where it came from. With strength, he waved his hand away.

"Go away..." he gasped hard, hoarsely, "don't touch me..."

The knife that fell on the ground was touched by him at some point, and Yan Xiaohan held a silver light between his fingers and stabbed the knife into his right arm.

Between the light and the flint, Ren Miao finally understood what was going on in the scene in front of him. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and stabbed the acupuncture point on his wrist with one finger, grabbed the knife from his hand, and slanted the other hand on the side of his neck. With a slash, Yan Xiaohan tilted his head, lost consciousness, and fell into his arms softly.

The knife just now was about to pierce his heart, Ren Miao heaved a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, and bowed to carry Yan Xiaohan up. Something stuck.

"This fucking…"

He embarrassedly carried the man out of the room, threw Yan Xiaohan onto the horse's back, got on the horse himself, hugged him to his chest, and galloped away in the direction of Kuang Fengcheng.

Kwong Fung County, Yuelai Inn.

The old doctor, who was forcibly dragged out by Ren Miao from the house, finished the pulse diagnosis, and with his beard twisted, he said, "It's not a serious illness, or it's just taking too much medicine. You don't have to worry, go to Fireworks Lane and find someone to relieve him. , the medicinal properties are exuded, and it will naturally be fine.”

Ren Miao said, "Medicine? What kind of medicine?"

"Qiu Yebai," the old doctor shook his head, "I've seen this kind of patient a lot, and I just want to be refreshed for a while... This medicine will make you addicted, and it will be very difficult to handle in the future!"

What the hell is Qiu Yebai? Is it the same thing as Bai Lusan

He was full of questions and couldn't ask in detail, and he was still on the bed. Ren Miao didn't have time to listen to him sigh that the world was getting worse, and said with a big head: "Okay, I understand. Then... I'll do it tonight, and I'll take him to see you tomorrow."

The old doctor took the consultation fee and walked away tremblingly. Ren Miao glanced at Yan Xiaohan, whose brows were furrowed on the bed, and sighed tiredly. Sitting at the table, he took out a small bottle of potion from his inner pocket and carefully smeared it on the mirror. After a while, Slowly peel off a human'skin mask from his face.

The cold and handsome face of the young general is reflected in the bronze mirror.

He put the mask in front of the mirror, got up and walked to the bedside, raised his hand and brushed the acupoint on Yan Xiaohan's chest.

Fu Shen lifted up and sat down beside the bed, lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing a pair of black boots that reached the middle of his thighs. The boots are produced by the Beiyan Army Armament Division. There are special buckles on the boots, knees, and ankles. There are six black iron skeletons at the calf to support, and the soles of the feet are spliced with iron pieces. The hind legs are not strenuous, and walking below the knee can be replaced by machinery.

This was specially developed by the Department of Armed Forces for him after he was injured. Even if he is a disabled person who is completely unconscious below the knee, he can walk as usual with these boots on. Not to mention that Fu Shen has recovered from the half-disability. . He received the boots sent by Yu Qiaoting in the villa. He thought that he was also idle when he was idle. On a whim, he changed his face and chased Jingzhou under the pseudonym Yi Rong.

I should really thank the skilled craftsmen of Beiyan Iron Cavalry and his whims. Fortunately, he chased after him, otherwise, the family would be broken after finishing this imperial errand.

He opened a few locks, kicked off his boots, twisted a handkerchief from the water basin beside him, and stuck it on Yan Xiaohan's face: "Come on, quickly wipe away your tears, you're pitiful."

A hot, trembling hand grabbed his wrist.

Yan Xiaohan suspected that he was completely insane, and stared at him in disbelief, not even blinking, as if he was afraid that he would disappear in the next moment, he muttered: "Jingyuan..."

"Well," Fu Shen wiped his face, then wiped his neck and hands, and said warmly, "It's me."

"Am I dreaming..."

Fu Shen played a flick in an unspeakable place with malicious intent, causing him to shudder for a while, and said with a wicked smile, "Are you having a spring dream?"

It's also very fuckin' to talk about it, but fortunately, Fu Shen is by his side, and it's a kind of fun between husband and wife. Fu Shen wasn't very angry with Yan Xiaohan, but he was a little scared when he remembered the decisiveness he used to stab his arm with a knife, and it was mixed with unspeakable heartache. He even hated the entire Xishan Village.

"How did you come… "

Fu Shen threw down the bed tents on both sides, turned over onto the bed, and while unbuttoning his clothes, he said, "What time are you talking about these idle stories with me?"

His fingertips inadvertently touched Yan Xiaohan's exposed skin. The figure seemed to be scalded, and his whole body trembled. Then an invisible cage shattered, the beast roared, and Fu Shen's waist tightened. Being hugged and rolled onto the pillow, the messy and hot kisses pressed down overwhelmingly.

"Jingyuan, I'm going to go crazy..." Reason was dying, Yan Xiaohan leaned against Fu Shen's ear, breathing heavily, breaking the sentence into three pieces, "If I hurt you...you must remember to push me away..."

Fu Shen tilted his head and kissed his face, raised his hand and rubbed the back of his sweaty neck, and said in a low voice, "It's okay. Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The author has something to say: I sincerely invite you to appreciate this 82-year-old car exhaust.

General Fu's new equipment: thigh boots (very cool, great Zhou Dynasty fashion icon