Han Yu paused, frowned slightly, and turned to look at the hazy girl in the night.
"Brother, wait for me..."
Lin Xiaocha doesn't have an older brother, but Lin Wu does.
She said that she flung herself into Han Yu's arms completely.
Han Yu turned sideways, avoiding her.
Lin Xiaocha flew into the air and fell to the ground.
The fall was so solid that Han Yu frowned slightly.
He looked down at the girl lying on the ground.
"Are you OK?"
She struggled to stand up, bit her lip and shook her head, tears falling on the gray slate.
I feel pity for the appearance.
When she got up halfway, she covered her face with her hands and sobbed softly, "Brother, do you really want little tea?"
Han Yu had never encountered such a thing before, and he didn't know what to do, so he just stood aside quietly...
Watch her cry.
Lin Xiaocha was also speechless, because crying also took a lot of energy.
Moreover, she was afraid that he would see her flaws when she fell just now, so she fell down for real.
The palm of the hand is burning hot, it should be that the skin has been worn out.
She regretted throwing herself into his arms, but any normal man would at least give her a hand, but he avoided it perfectly.
Seeing that he was indifferent, she could only continue to cry, crying with sincerity and attention to her image.
so tired.
After crying for an unknown amount of time, Han Yu said flatly, "You have misunderstood the person."
Only then did Lin Xiaocha put her hands off her face, and looked at him in confusion with a pair of watery almond eyes.
Han Yu found that her small face was covered with faint blood.
He found that the skin on her palm was worn out.
There are still two scratches on the left palm that have faded.
In fact, it is common for those who practice martial arts to wear their skin. These scars on her untrained hands always make people feel a little glaring.
"Get up." His voice was cold and calm.
"Pull me, I can't get up." She said and stretched out two white hands to Han Yu.
Han Yu thought about it, if she hadn't drifted away, maybe she wouldn't have fallen like this.
He gently held her wrists.
In an instant, his heart trembled slightly.
Her wrists were small and slender, and she couldn't bear his grip at all, as if she was not careful, she would break these slender wrists.
So when he pulled her up, he didn't even dare to use force.
As soon as she stood up, she broke free from his hand,
Turn around and continue walking towards the banquet hall.
He grabbed her wrist again and asked coldly, "Where are you going?"
"Go back to the room." After that, he continued to walk towards the banquet hall.
He sighed and pulled her back.
"Oops." She set her feet one by one, leaned back, and fell into his arms.
He froze, and was about to push her away, when she murmured while leaning against his chest:
"Brother, do you know that I was almost sacrificed to the sky by monsters, I was so scared at the time."
Han Yu recalled the situation at that time.
She was escorted out of the prison van by four fox spirits. When the foxes began to strip her clothes, she panicked. She lost her previous calmness and seemed extremely helpless.
Before the sacrifice cut its throat, when the priest performed the ritual, it was the best time for him to sneak attack.
But in the end, she couldn't help it when the fox took off the last piece of her underwear.
"That man saved me. I think I should save him too. He was freezing to death. I saved him. Why is he still angry?"
She looked up at herself, her beautiful eyes twinkled, misty, with fog in her eyes, enduring her grievances.
She doesn't seem to be pretending to be drunk, and she can't pretend to be in this state. It seems that she is really brooding about this matter, so she has been angry with herself all the time.
But Lin Xiaocha found that the other party was still silent. It seemed that he hadn't completely dispelled his doubts about what happened that night.
So she closed her eyes, leaned against his chest, and stopped talking about it.
"Brother, I'm so sleepy."
Han Yu remembered that she slept on her chest like this that night...
The touch seemed to be engraved into his bone marrow, which he could not forget.
He looked down at the girl who was quietly leaning against his chest.
Her eyelashes are not very thick, but they are very long and distinct, with one or two drops of water condensing on them.
In the end Han Yu didn't push her away and let her lean on him.
The firmness of his chest reminded Lin Xiaocha of her surprise when she took off his clothes in the Boneyard.
I didn't expect such a hormonal figure to be hidden under such a fairy face.
Either the kind of exaggerated muscles, or the kind of lean lines where everything is just right.
It is indeed a stunner in the world.
No wonder the original heroine was abused like this, and she still wanted to have sex with him.
Possibly a masochistic dog.
Lin Xiaocha is different. In her eyes, the hero is like a walking bank, a dazzling gold mine.
It's a billion-dollar project.
It doesn't matter whether his heart is black or white, she likes it no matter what she sees.
"Go back to your room and go to sleep." His cold voice was a little deeper.
Lin Xiaocha half-opened her eyes and nodded obediently.
It doesn't matter if you nod, but she is sticking to his chest, this nodding is equivalent to rubbing against his chest.
It made his chest numb.
Just about to move her away, she left his chest by herself.
"Brother, you take me home."
The girl under the moon is well-behaved, with a little bit of coquettishness and a little bit of weakness.
He was afraid that she would run towards the banquet hall again, so he grabbed her slender wrist again, and led her, who was overwhelmed, towards the guest room.
When he was approaching the door of her room, he thought that if Feng Ziying didn't give up, it would be dangerous to leave her alone in the room tonight.
He turned and took her back to his room.
As soon as she entered the room, she walked around the spacious room a few times, found Han Yu's bed, and sat on it.
"Brother, I'm going to sleep."
Han Yu wasn't going to let her sleep on the bed, but now it's not easy to drag her down.
He poured a cup of tea and handed it to her to sober her up.
The girl took the teacup and drank it down, then passed the empty cup over, "Brother, I still want to drink."
Without a word he poured her another glass.
"I still want to drink."
…
"I still want to drink."
…
"I… "
"enough."
He finally couldn't help it.
Everything is so out of control, no wonder he is so drunk.
"Oh~" She obediently hugged the empty teacup to her chest.
For the first time, Han Yu felt helpless. With a wave of his hand, he cast a sleeping spell.
Lin Xiaocha tilted her head and fell down.
Han Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
Holding the golden sore medicine given by the pharmacist on the table, she sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her hand out, and sprinkled the medicine powder on her scratched palm.
Looking at the two wounds on the palm of her hand, cut in the Boneyard
…
His back injury healed faster than expected.
The purpose of going down the mountain this time is to destroy the demon king's eggs.
Because once the demon king's eggs hatch and the new and old demon kings join forces, it will be difficult to control.
But now the sacrificial offerings were destroyed, the demon king's egg withered and died, and the demon king was seriously injured by him. The demon clan would not be able to stir up trouble within ten years.
He has no reason to stay in Dongling City.
It's just that those refugees are really unbearable.
Although the girl in the room exchanged her life for Feng Ziying's promise to give porridge to the refugees for a hundred days.
But he always felt that Feng Ziying would not honor it.
Only then did the sky light up.
The two city guards chatted while walking.
—I heard that at the banquet last night, Colonel Zuo and Chief Wei quarreled again over the matter of giving out porridge.
—When did Captain Zuo beat Chief Wei in an argument? Let's just listen to the porridge. Immediately building the Phoenix Terrace and arresting strong laborers, let's worry about our relatives.
— This is what I want to talk about, the city lord asked the refugees to repair the Phoenix Terrace. We don't have to worry about catching hard-working men anymore, do you think it's the best of both worlds
-what! ! What a way! How did we not think of this before
- Let's think of a fart! Even if you think of it, who dares to say it
—That’s right, the city lord hates refugees, and doesn’t care about our people’s life or death. Why did it suddenly change this time
— Shhh! You can keep your voice down and don't mind. (lowering his voice) I heard it has something to do with the girl who volunteered as a sacrifice.
—It's her again
-is not that right
——I heard that she is even more beautiful than Tao Ji, and they say that beauty is a disaster. I really think this girl is different, and she is thousands of times stronger than Tao Ji.
—Yes, she was able to come out of the Boneyard alive, I think it was Suzaku who protected her.
Suzaku shelter
Hearing this, Han Yu slowly opened his eyes.
When people are suffering, they always give their hope to the gods in order to appease their distress.
And Zhu Yunguo has a saying: Zhuque appears and Yunguo is born.
This cloud country is Zhu Yun country.
The gods worshiped by Zhu Yunguo, from the royal family down to the exiles, are Suzaku.
Little did they know that Suzaku was not as gentle and kind as they thought.
He looked at the girl who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, her sleeping posture was restrained and well-behaved.
He leaned back on the chaise longue and closed his eyes.
Lin Xiaocha woke up naturally in the morning, and instinctively opened her eyes wide.
She never drank to get herself drunk. She was instinctively afraid of the feeling of being out of control, but she didn't expect him to make herself dizzy.
And his own clothes were well dressed, and the dusty man was lying on his side on the chaise longue, sleeping with his head propped on his hands.
The cold sunlight in Dongling City shone on him, making him even more like an ice sculpture.
Although she is not gorgeous now, she is elegant and gentle, and she can be considered a rare beauty in the world.
He was still unmoved by the way she teased her last night.
He didn't respond to the two of them sticking together so intimately before.
If it weren't for the indescribable descriptions of him and the heroine in the article, Lin Xiaocha would have suspected that he was dead.
Thinking about it, this male protagonist is quite firm.
Thinking of how hard he had performed last night, Lin Xiaocha couldn't help but confirm his attack rate to the system.
System answer: 0%
Lin Xiaocha: ...
At this time, she found that the man on the chaise longue had woken up and opened his light-colored eyes.