The roof is not high.
For martial arts masters like Zhao Jiangui and Ji Han, it was really easy to climb onto such a roof.
They took the wine and turned up the eaves. The breeze was gentle on the house, and the moonlight was just right. The two of them toasted and had a drink together, which was not very interesting.
Ji Han looked at the warm water in the cup and sighed softly: "It would be nice if it was wine."
Zhao Jiangui said: "When you are healed, I will accompany you to drink."
Ji Han was about to speak when suddenly a firework rose and bloomed in the sky.
Both were attracted by the fireworks.
Zhao Jiangui has never liked watching fireworks very much.
He felt that this thing was too vain, and it was beautiful when it bloomed, but after all, it was fleeting and had ominous foreboding, not to mention that he always thought that fireworks were something that girls liked. Fireworks, somewhat girly.
But now he is sitting with Ji Han, looking at the fireworks in the sky, but he feels very happy.
He thought that no matter what, watching it with the person he likes, it will become extraordinarily beautiful.
Of course, this also includes people.
Ji Han was leaning beside him, and his face looked extraordinarily beautiful under the light of the fireworks.
Xu Shi noticed Zhao Jiangui's gaze, and Ji Han couldn't help turning his head to look at him.
"What's wrong?" Ji Han asked.
Zhao Jiangui said, "Nothing."
He felt like a little baby who was caught in his mind, he couldn't help but feel a little cramped, and turned his head hastily.
Ji Han called: "Zhao Jiangui."
Zhao Jiangui replied politely: "Yes."
Ji Han asked him, "Does it look good?"
Zhao Jiangui nodded.
He heard Ji Han laughed softly.
Ji Han called him again: "Zhao Jiangui, turn around."
Zhao Jiangui turned his head and Ji Han was looking at him.
Zhao Jiangui had never seen such a look on Ji Han's face before, a smile spread on his lips, his eyes were slightly burning, he grabbed Zhao Jiangui's shirt and slowly came up.
"Zhao Jiangui." He whispered, "I'm sorry for you."
Zhao Jiangui was at a loss, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he couldn't wait for him to ask, and Ji Han suddenly kissed him.
Between his lips and tongues, Zhao Jiangui had already embraced Ji Han and took the initiative to kiss back. His mind was a little dizzy, but he still thought that it was no wonder that the word book did not specify how to kiss. matter.
Thinking of this in his mind, he suddenly felt a dull pain in the acupuncture points on his waist.
Ji Han gently pushed him away.
"sorry."
He repeated again.
Zhao Jiangui was very stunned, his hands and feet were sore and weak, and his inner breath seemed to be stagnant in his dantian. Of course he knew the reason, Ji Han had just sealed his acupoints, and at that time he was indulging in the active kiss with Ji Han, unsuspecting.
Ji Han wrapped his arms around him and turned down the eaves gently and skillfully. His movements were light, and his injuries were obviously not as severe as Zhao Jiangui imagined.
In an instant, many people appeared in the hospital.
Elder Wen led the high-level guards of the Demon Sect to stand in front of Ji Han, and saluted him respectfully.
"The sect leader," said Elder Wen, "the traitor in the sect has been sent to the dungeon."
The smile on Ji Han's face was long gone, his expression was cold, and he nodded slightly.
Zhao Jiangui suddenly understood.
The traitor in the sect must be referring to Xiao Lin, and Ji Han seems to have... already discovered their plan.
Elder Wen said again: "Zhao Jiangui's internal strength is extremely high. Sealing the acupoints won't hold him for long. He needs to be fed some cartilage powder."
Ji Han did not make a sound to stop it.
The guard took the cartilage powder and forced Zhao Jiangui to eat it, and then locked his hands. Ji Han said coldly, "Put him and the traitor together."
Zhao Jiangui's body softened, but he still tried his best to turn his head to look at him.
Ji Han also looked at him expressionlessly, his expression was as cold as when he first saw him, and there was no wave in his eyes.
The guards have dragged the man away.
Ji Han turned around and walked slowly along the corridor behind him. The inside of the teaching was very cold, and there was no festival at all, and the lights were not lit under the corridor. He walked to the end of the corridor and gently opened the door in front of him. .
A single lamp was lit inside the house.
He walked in, walked to the lonely lamp, turned around, and it seemed like a person was sitting in the dimness of the room.
An old man with gray hair.
Ji Han paused on the spot and knelt down towards him.
he whispered.
"Father."