"Brother Xian, he knew I would come."
Ye Wuyou trembled and hugged Wen Xian tightly.
Feeling Ye Wuyou's slight trembling, Wen Xian immediately turned around.
"Isn't it very cold?" Wen Xian took off his coat and wrapped Ye Wuyou completely.
Feeling the warm taste that belongs only to Wen Xian, Ye Wuyou wanted to cry with happiness.
"Brother Xian, I'm finally here. He's been waiting for me for a long time."
Wuyou threw herself into Wen Xian's arms and held him tightly.
Wen Xian's eyes flickered, with a guilty look on his face.
"It's cold at night, they should go back."
Pulling on Wuyou's coat, Wen Xian's eyes were filled with soft light.
Wuyou shook his head, "If he doesn't come back, just beg him to go back. I will become indifferent."
Wuyou said, hugging Wen Xian tighter.
Hearing this, Wen Xian felt a flash of pain in his eyes, stretched out his legs and gently pushed Wuyou away.
"Brother Xian?"
Ye Wuyou frowned and looked at Wen Xian with a hurt expression.
"They go back."
Not daring to look into Wuyou's eyes, Wen Xian took Wuyou's leg and went to choke.
Wuyou swung away Wen Xian's legs, stepped in front of him, hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed his thin lips.
The softness of her lips made Wen Xian freeze instantly. Dong consciously wanted to push him away, but was shocked by the crystal teardrop.
The hot tears were like a hot iron, burning his heart, leaving him without any strength to push them away. The outstretched legs also slowly closed, hugging him tightly.
Feeling Wen Xian's movements, Ye Wuyou felt happy and kissed him harder.
Wen Xian tried his best to hold it back, but in the end he couldn't resist Nao Ye Wuyou's jerky kiss.
Finally, Wen Xian took over Ye Wuyou's actions and kissed him eagerly.
The kiss was as crazy as a storm, seeming to set Ye Wuyou on fire.
Wen Xian gasped and kissed Ye Wuyou with all his strength. At that moment, there was no entanglement, no struggle, no pain, no sadness, just wholehearted ruthlessness.
"Um"
The hot suffocating feeling made Ye Wuyou moan softly.
Hearing Ye Wuyou's soft moans, Wen Xian suddenly woke up and pushed Ye Wuyou away.
"Brother Xian?"
Ye Wuyou opened his watery eyes in confusion, his eyes filled with intoxicating lust.
Looking at the clothes he had untied, Wen Xian's eyes flashed with deep self-blame. He hurriedly helped Ye Wuyou pull up his clothes, then turned around in embarrassment, trying to escape.
"Brother Xian, don't leave."
Ye Wuyou pulled Wen Xian's leg, his eyes full of prayer.
"I can't afford to make a mistake." Wen Xian closed his eyes in pain and gently pulled Dongye Wuyou's leg.
Looking at Wen Xian's panicked back, Ye Wuyou couldn't help but shed tears one by one in his eyes.
"Brother Xian"
Leaning against the big tree and slowly sliding away to the east, Ye Wuyou hugged his legs tightly and huddled in the east of the tree, licking his wounds alone like an abandoned little beast.
Brother Xian doesn't beg him anymore.
Wen Xian ran out like crazy, with branches scratching his face and vines stumbling over his body. He rushed to the waterfall in the mountain stream and stood straight in the water, letting the waterfall pour over his head. .
"ah"
Wen Xian punched the stone wall behind the waterfall, and the red blood flowed down the stream, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
Why
His head slammed against the stone wall, and Wen Xian closed his eyes in pain.
Why does God torture them so much
Wen Xian stood on the east side of the waterfall all night, and did not return to the villa until dawn.
In Qingyou Villa, Han Xiao is practicing swordplay, Nuan Se, Liang Sheng and Yan Moshang are drinking tea, and the two little ones are very sleepy.
Everyone was shocked when they saw Wen Xian coming back in a mess.
"I, what did I do so early in the morning? How did I end up like that?"
Nuan Se looked at Wen Xian's devastated look and opened his mouth in shock.
"Third brother, am I okay? Why is my head broken?"
Liang Sheng also stood up and looked at Wen Xian with a worried expression.
The corners of Han Xiao's eyes twitched unconsciously. Isn't that guy in the mountains? Why does he look like he has gone to the east sea
"Third brother, I."
Chi Yu, who was standing at the door, was stunned when he saw Wen Xian's appearance.
Wen Xian ignored everyone's concern and wandered directly to his room.
Chi Yu came to his senses and walked behind Wen Xian, "Third brother, have I seen brother Wuyou?"
When Wen Xian heard this, he turned around quickly, grabbed Chi Yu's shoulders, and asked nervously, "Didn't he come back last night?"
Chi Yu was startled by Wen Xian's appearance and nodded blankly.
"He didn't come back to his room last night."
Wen Xian stumbled back dejectedly, and then rushed up the mountain like crazy.
Looking at Wen Xian's crazy back, everyone finally came to their senses.
"Wuyou didn't go back to the room, why didn't I tell you earlier?" Nuan Se rushed to Chi Yu with a quick stride.
"he"
Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Chiyu lowered his head in shame.
He thought brother Wuyou would be with his third brother, so he didn't say anything.
"Forget it, stop talking about him and look for him in the mountains quickly."
Han Xiao patted Chi Yu on the shoulder comfortingly.
"That's right, that's right, let's look for it together in the mountains."
Everyone hurried to the mountain together.
Bingzhi walked out of the room in a daze, but she didn't see anyone.
Strange, where will everyone be tomorrow
Bingzhi murmured and went to the small kitchen to find something to eat.
"Worry-free."
"Worry-free, where am I?"
Everyone was showing off anxiously while looking around for Wuyou.
Wen Xian ran to the place where he and Ye Wuyou parted ways last night.
Looking at Shudong's red robe lying alone, Wen Xian's heart suddenly twitched.
He could imagine how sad, scared and lonely he would be after he left.
“Can’t afford to be wrong”
With trembling legs, she picked up the red robe on the ground, and a hot tear fell from the corner of her eyes.
"Worry-free."
Wen Xian clutched the red robe tightly and started looking for Wuyou like crazy.
A few hundred meters away to the east of the cave, Ye Wuyou seemed to hear someone calling him, and he opened his eyes drowsily.
"Where is he."
Ye Wuyou wanted to shout, but his throat felt like fire, and he was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.
He stretched his legs and randomly touched a clod of soil beside him, and then threw it out with great effort.
No matter what, Ye Wuyou's strength was too weak, so the clods of earth did not fly out at all, but hit the wall and shattered into dirt.
Ye Wuyou lay down on the ground slumped, feeling very disappointed.
"Worry-free."
The shouts outside were getting farther and farther, and Ye Wuyou was worried. When he saw a branch not far away, he immediately climbed over, picked up the branch, and banged on the wall.
In an instant, the soil on the wall fell to the east.
As if he heard something, Wen Xian turned around suddenly and ran in the direction of Ye Wuyou.
"Wuyou, don't you want me?"
Wen Xian was lying at the entrance of the cave and vaguely saw a figure, and his tense heart instantly relaxed.
Hearing Wen Xian's voice, Ye Wuyou was overjoyed. He opened his mouth to shut it up, but when no sound came out, he picked up the branch and knocked on the wall again.
Wen Xian frowned suddenly when he heard the sound of branches.
"Wuyou, I'm going to the side, he's here to ask for help."
Ye Wuyou obediently crawled to the side and lay down against the wall.
Wen Xian waited for a while before jumping east through the narrow hole.
Seeing Wuyou lying on the ground with a pale red face, Wen Xian felt so distressed that his heart broke.
She carefully held him in her arms and brushed away the dirt on his face.
"How am I doing? Where am I hurt?"
Looking at Wen Xian with an anxious look on his face, Ye Wuyou shook his head laboriously.
"He took me out."
Wen Xian carefully picked up Ye Wuyou, tapped his toes, and flew out of the narrow hole.
The sun was dazzling outside the cave, and Ye Wuyou buried his head in Wen Xian's arms.
His heart suddenly trembled, Wen Xian hugged Ye Wuyou's legs tightly and ran eastward from Shanzai.
"Brother Fu and Brother Wuyou."
Chiyu became excited for the first time when he saw Wen Xian flying eastward.
Nuan Se Yebu's eyes lit up, "We found Wuyou. Thank God. I'll go east first while he goes to find Xiao Si'er and the others."
Chiyu nodded and hurriedly ran to the east mountain.
In the villa, Bingzhi looked at Wen Xian who came back with Wuyou in his arms, her eyes widened in shock, "Third brother, what happened to us?"
Ignoring Bingzhi, Wen Xian carried Wuyou directly into the room.
Chi Yu quickly followed in, looking at Wuyou with a pale face, Chi Yu's eyes were full of worry, "Brother Wuyou, how is he?"
"I have a bit of a fever. Did you catch a cold last night?"
Touching Wuyou's hot forehead, Wen Xian blamed himself and wished he could hammer himself to death.
He shouldn't have thrown away things like that yesterday, it was all his fault.
Nuan Se, Liang Sheng, and Han Xiao all rushed back quickly.
"How about Wuyou?" Everyone entered the room together.
"He has a fever." Wen Xian frowned and looked at Wuyou worriedly.
Seeing Wen Xian's nervous look, Wuyou's eyes flashed lightly.
Why are you obviously nervous about him, but why are you deliberately distancing yourself from him
"Let him take a look."
Liang Sheng frowned slightly and walked to the bedside to check Wuyou's pulse with a worried look on his face.
After a while, Liang Sheng frowned and put his hands on Dong Wuyou's legs and wrists.
"How is he?" Seeing Liang Sheng's expression turned ugly, Wen Xian asked nervously.
Liang Sheng didn't shut up, stood up and checked Dong Wuyou's legs.
"hiss"
As soon as Liang Sheng touched Wuyou's right leg, Wuyou gasped in pain.
"Let me be gentle." Wen Xian looked at Wuyou who was biting his lip with a distressed expression.
Liang Sheng carefully looked at Dong Wuyou's leg and frowned, "His leg is broken."
"What?"
"How could it be so serious?"
Everyone looked distressed and worried.
Wen Xian stumbled back with a pale face, self-blame and guilt almost overwhelming him.
"No, it's very serious. He's young. He can recover in a month if he takes good care of himself." Seeing that everyone's expressions were not looking good, Liang Sheng immediately comforted him.
Everyone was relieved when they heard this.
Wen Xian finally regained his composure, "Why can't he make a sound?"
"Open your mouth and look at him."
Liang Sheng lifted Wuyou's Dongba, and Wuyou opened his mouth obediently.
"Maybe you caught a cold, your throat is inflamed, and you lost your voice temporarily. It's nothing serious. Just take two doses of medicine and the inflammation will be gone."
After Liang Sheng watched carefully for a moment, he let go of the worry-free Dongba and said, "Let's go get him some medicine. Let's not crowd around him. Let him have a good rest."
Everyone nodded and exited the room, leaving Dong Wenxian in the room.