Hua Tingxuan's big hands were dry and warm, and the ointment was cool, soothing the burning pain wherever it touched. However, the application process inevitably touched the injured area, causing a new round of pain.
Even in his dreams, Chu Danfeng was deeply afraid of this grown-up Sixth Junior Brother. He dared not say a word, but just gritted his teeth and endured it until even his toes were tense.
In his memory, the second sister who brought him medicine was a little boy. What on earth was Hua Tingxuan trying to do? Hua Tingxuan should have hated himself at this time.
I don’t know when this fucking dream will end. He doesn’t want to take Yaolang Fujin Grass anymore. They even have the nerve to call it a rare treasure. Why does it have so many side effects!
But Hua Tingxuan in the dream was quite talkative. He looked at Chu Danfeng's tense toes, his eyes darkened, and when he moved his gaze back to the wound, his eyes were hotter. "Brother, you are too delicate. You can't even bear the pain of applying the medicine?"
Chu Danfeng wanted to say to him, "You should be beaten with a stick instead," but he didn't dare to do so. If he remembered correctly, Hua Tingxuan was only one step away from entering the Nascent Soul stage. It would be easier to kill him with a stick than with an ant. So he said dryly, "One hundred sticks, and there's no true energy to protect you."
"I don't know if it's because of my talent, brother, or if these 100 punishment sticks are watery." Hua Tingxuan said as his fingers slid up along his skin. His movements were gentle, but wherever he touched, it gave Chu Danfeng goosebumps.
… The feeling of being at the mercy of others is really terrible!
“The methods used by the Discipline Hall can at least take away half your life even if you don’t leave your skin torn into pieces. But you only have superficial injuries…” The bruises, swellings, and red marks made the skin look even whiter.
Bruise marks crisscrossed his fine muscles, his legs were straight and slender, his toes were curled up tightly because of the pain, and his body was covered with a thin layer of sweat. Hua Tingxuan looked at him and felt that his senior brother was even more attractive because he was injured. But when he thought about who he was injured for, he couldn't help but feel jealous. He was so full of emotions that he didn't know how to vent. He lost control of the action of applying the medicine on his hand. Chu Danfeng finally couldn't help but cried out: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
Hua Tingxuan quickly let go of his hand, but the next moment he snorted coldly, his tone even colder: "If you are so afraid of pain, why do you still want to provoke Seventh Junior Sister?"
Chu Danfeng tearfully endured the aftermath of the pain, and then hurriedly said, "I really didn't! Sixth Junior Brother, I swear to you, we were innocent that day, and we really didn't go on a tryst!"
Hua Tingxuan obviously didn't believe it: "What are you doing alone in the middle of the night?"
In fact, it was a good thing to ask. In his previous life, this person was like a taciturn person, and he didn't even have the chance to explain. Although it was a dream now, Chu Danfeng decided to speak out: "I'll tell you the truth. It was my junior sister who wanted to go to the Ghost Yue Lao to pray for your marriage in this life..."
"Ghost Yue Lao?"
Chu Danfeng: "It is a natural stone sculpture in the Hundred Ghosts Valley. Legend has it that if you make a wish to it on the first moon, you can find a lover for the rest of your life. In fact, these are all fictitious legends. Whether this stone exists is still a matter of debate, but I am not lying. If you don't believe it, you can ask Second Senior Sister and the others. Many female cultivators believe this."
"As for me... I was worried about my junior sister, so I followed her out. We really have nothing. She doesn't like me at all. She only has you in her heart. Really, we haven't even held hands."
Hua Tingxuan finally seemed to be half-believing this time, and his tone softened as he threatened: "It's better to do this, if you dare to touch her, I will chop off her hand."
Chu Danfeng was intimidated by the male protagonist's domineering aura and shrank his neck: "I dare not, I dare not." But something seemed wrong. Why didn't he chop off his own hand, but the hand of his junior sister? This jealousy was really strange.
No matter what, he still wanted to take the opportunity to express his attitude. After all, he didn't know when this dream would be fulfilled. A wise man would not suffer a loss in front of him, and it is prudent to suffer less.
Chu Danfeng: "Don't worry, from now on, I will give up the idea of my junior sister, and I will never have any improper thoughts about her in my lifetime." Anyway, the mission has been completed, and he doesn't like Lin Shuer, so this oath is justified.
Hua Tingxuan suddenly looked at him, with a complicated expression in his phoenix eyes, as if surprised, happy, and suspicious.
Chu Danfeng flattered: "Brother, you know that you two are in love with each other and are a match made in heaven."
"..." Hua Tingxuan exhaled, "Is this the truth?"
"It's more real than real gold!" Chu Danfeng said solemnly, "Although I can't win the heart of my junior sister, loving someone means that she should be happy. I wish you a happy marriage, a son soon, and a long-lasting marriage!"
Hua Tingxuan's face became even uglier when he heard that. The hand that was applying the medicine on him suddenly pinched it heavily. There was a purple bruise on the peak of his buttock. It had just been tortured and it hurt when the wind blew. How could he withstand such a pinch
Chu Danfeng almost jumped up from the spot in pain, like a red and white fish.
Hua Tingxuan held him down with his big hand, and said with a suppressed anger: "I don't want to be with her forever! Chu Danfeng, listen carefully, I want you!"
Chu Danfeng: "Ah?"
What did he say? What did he want? Why was Hua Tingxuan in his dream so perverted? This was beyond his comprehension!
"Ah, what?" Hua Tingxuan slapped him on the buttocks with a crisp sound. Chu Danfeng cried out in pain.
"Don't scream like a ghost, I'm not kidding you." Hua Tingxuan began to pinch the bruise again, "The bruise needs to be rubbed out, otherwise it won't heal."
Chu Danfeng was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't dare to resist. However, this time his fellow apprentice was not as gentle as before, and he rubbed the blood clots very vigorously. Chu Danfeng gritted his teeth and endured for a moment, but finally he could not help it and hummed rhythmically with the massage movements.
After a moment, the big hand that was rubbing the bruises on him stopped, unable to bear it any longer and asked, "Can you please shut up?"
Chu Danfeng turned his head blankly, and saw Hua Tingxuan's handsome face was red as blood, his breathing was heavy, as if he was very angry.
… Can’t you even scream? That’s not dough. How can you not scream when you’re kneading it with such strong hands
"…" Chu Danfeng felt wronged, "It hurts qaq."
He was really in pain and cried physiologically. His eyes were watery and his nose was a little red. His thin robe was mostly opened, revealing his tight and slender waist, which made his wounds look even more plump and swollen, and he looked pitiful in every way.
Brother looks so pretty when he cries...
Hua Tingxuan only felt his heart was numb and tingling, his blood was boiling, the demonic energy and true essence in his body collided with each other, and then went out of control. The next moment, this dream that was too real collapsed.
When Chu Danfeng opened his eyes, he was still confused and could not distinguish between reality and dreams, until he found that the little ball beside him had also woken up, with big dark eyes, staring straight at him.
“… … ”
It’s the five-year-old Xiaohua, not the weird and abnormal Dahua. Great, he’s awake!
The nightmare is finally over!
Chu Danfeng let out a long sigh: "Are you awake?"
The little dumpling version of Hua Tingxuan didn't answer, his eyes were glued to him with burning passion, which made Chu Danfeng feel uncomfortable. He inexplicably recalled the dream just now and said unhappily, "What are you looking at!"
The little girl finally woke up as if from a dream, lowered her long eyelashes obediently, and pinched the corner of the quilt.
Chu Danfeng: "…" He was really confused in his sleep. Why was he so mean to Xiaohua? He had a nightmare, how could he take his anger out on a child
But... it's really hard to pull himself away, the dream was too real. Apart from anything else, until now, he still feels a dull pain in his buttocks.
There were also those big hands that rubbed his bruises, and those vague words "I want you".
… Damn, what kind of weird dream is this!
"Brother, did you have a nightmare again? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Little Dumpling asked in a baby voice, his eyes calmly sweeping over his brother's buttocks.
"Nothing, I just woke up and I'm a bit grumpy. Sorry." Chu Danfeng scratched his head. "Thank you for dripping blood and applying medicine for me. Does your hand still hurt?"
Little Dumpling shook his head and said very obediently: "It doesn't hurt, how do you feel, Senior Brother?"
This question was about the progress of the golden elixir's repair. Chu Danfeng tried to mobilize the spiritual power around his body. With the help of Yaolang Fujin Grass, his true essence seemed to be more pure and thick, but he still couldn't condense it in his dantian.
So he shook his head: "It still doesn't work."
Hua Tingxuan: "Master said that there is a kind of late formation of the elixir because of the accumulation of a lot of experience, and once the elixir is formed, it can even challenge higher levels..."
"Forget it. It's not that easy to form a golden elixir. It's even harder to reshape it." Chu Danfeng collapsed back on the bamboo bed. Why was he so tired after sleeping? It was all because of that dream...
"By the way, did you have any dreams today?"
Hua Tingxuan remained calm and said, "I didn't dream." I just entered your dream.
For some reason, in recent times, Hua Tingxuan could feel that their dreams were connected, and he seemed to be able to gradually control and change his dreams.
But in the dream, he could not control his emotions, perhaps due to the inner demons that had been accompanying him for nearly a hundred years. When he saw his senior brother, he wanted to possess him alone, and even had an uncontrollable desire to abuse him. He liked to see him cry, and hoped to see that he only had him in his eyes and heart.
And the senior brother was also very different in the dream. He seemed to let his guard down easily. Hua Tingxuan felt that he might be able to use this to find some answers, such as why Chu Danfeng's temperament changed drastically.
"Xuan'er, Senior Brother is going out for a while. You can stay at home today, or go to Second Senior Sister's place to play with Shu'er, but you can't run around anymore."
Hua Tingxuan raised his eyes and saw his senior brother getting out of bed and tidying up his clothes.
"Where are you going, brother?"
Chu Danfeng said perfunctorily: "Go find your third senior brother and get the script."
Huang Changtian is the least talented disciple of Lixu Peak. He either lingers in Qinlou and Chuguan, or stays at home in Zhushe reading storybooks. Over the years, he has collected a vast collection of storybooks of countless types. Chu Danfeng has gone to pick some out several times. He borrowed some for himself and gave some to his children as a literacy tutorial.
Since his rebirth, Huang Changtian slowly discovered that his former fifth junior brother had changed his personality and turned out to be very similar to him. As a result, the relationship between the two of them made rapid progress.
But today, Chu Danfeng did not go to Huang Changtian to get the script. He finally made up his mind to let his third senior brother take him to "see the world."
... He still cared a lot about that dream. Chu Danfeng felt that he always dreamed about Hua Tingxuan because of the Yaolang Fujin Grass. However, the gay plot in the dream could not be blamed on the spiritual grass, but because he had not had any serious contact with a woman for many years.
For his own physical and mental health, he had to go see the girl.