Wu Ya went through layers of wind and snow, running and running tirelessly, from night to day. If it wasn't for Fan Wuxi's repeated wounds, maybe they could keep running like this.
They found a cave where they could avoid the wind and snow, and used dead branches to slightly block the cold wind. They lit a fire again, and their bodies that were about to freeze were recovering, and layers of tingling numbness came from them.
With the help of the fire, Xie Bian treated Fan Wuyin's wound. Sure enough, his wound was bleeding again, but it wasn't too bad, and his recovery ability was really amazing.
"I can't run so fast anymore." Xie Bian warned, "I also want to get to Mount Tai as soon as possible, but your injury is also very important."
Fan Wuxi smiled: "Understood."
Xie Bian glanced at Wuya standing motionless outside the cave, it was a speck of thick ink between the pale sky and the earth. He frowned and said: "I have Wu Ya, but Wu Ya still refuses to accept me, why does she just listen to you?"
Fan Wuxi yawned: "Maybe it's a first-come-first-served basis? I don't know. Brother, why should you care so much, as long as it can send us to Mount Tai?"
Xie Bian was still muttering in his heart, but he couldn't think of a reason. He said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that one day I would be able to ride the mount of the Demon Lord. That would be Wu Ya." Wu Ya in legends and history books is now controlled by them, it is really mysterious.
Fan Wuxi also looked at Wu Ya: "It went on a hunger strike and died for the Lord, and it has accompanied the Overlord in Wujiang for thousands of years. It is a bloody horse."
"But Zong Zixiao summoned it out to do evil." Xie Bian said disdainfully, "For his own selfishness, the living will not be in peace, and the dead will not be in peace."
Fan Wuxi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice became low and hoarse: "You are right. However, Zong Zixiao used to be the prince of the Zong family who was well-clothed and well-fed. He used to have a magnanimous journey to immortality. Who drove him into a demon?"
Xie Bian was silent for a moment: "I really can't blame him for the grievances of my father's generation, but he also failed to stick to his heart."
"Original heart, what is original heart?" Fan Wuxi's voice became louder.
Xie Bian stared straight into Fan Wushi's eyes, and said firmly, "A heart with good intentions."
"Aim for kindness?" Looking at this face that said "kindness" to him righteously, Fan Wuxi almost laughed out loud, but he held back. He convinced himself that as long as he didn't experience the fate of Zong Ziheng, this person's kindness could be maintained, even if it was hypocrisy.
"Why, do you even question Xiangshan?" Xie Bian frowned slightly, "Wu Ying, sometimes I really don't understand you." Although Fan Wuxi explained it, he still felt vaguely that There is no suspicion of worshiping and defending the eldest son Xiao.
Fan Wuxi pondered for a moment: "I have no doubts, I'm just curious."
"I've been tired all day, go to sleep." Jie Bian lay down with his back to him, wrapped the quilt tightly, and stopped talking.
"Brother, are you angry with me again?" Fan Wuxi asked quietly.
"... go to sleep."
Fan Wuxi lay down beside Xie Bian slowly, with his shoulders against his back.
Xie Bian looked at the beating firelight and listened to the sound of peeling and peeling in the silent night, knowing that it was time to calm down and go to sleep, but his mood fluctuated. My mind was in a mess, as if I was thinking about everything, and it seemed like I was thinking about nothing.
Perhaps because his body was recovering, he gradually felt that there was a fire in front of him and a stove behind him, and it was unbearably hot.
Jie Bian took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and forced himself to fall asleep.
"Brother, can't you sleep?" Fan Wuxi asked softly.
Jie Bian ignored him.
Fan Wuxi smiled narrowly: "Is it because you miss me?"
"Shut up and sleep."
There was no movement behind him.
Just as Xie Bian relaxed, Fan Wuxi suddenly hugged him from behind.
Xie Bian was caught off guard and was taken aback: "What are you doing?"
Fan Wuxi smiled in his ear: "I want my brother to miss me, I'm always in my dreams."
"You are presumptuous." Jie Bian struggled to push him away, but felt a hand lift his quilt, and then grabbed the vital point without hesitation.
Jie Bian's eyes widened, and his body didn't dare to move for an instant.
Fan Wuxi worked it up skillfully, even though it was separated by a layer of winter clothes, Xie Bian still couldn't stand the stimulation, and his whole body was burning red.
"You, let me go." Jie Bian struggled weakly. A man's life is in the hands of others, which is basically tantamount to surrendering.
"Is it comfortable?" Fan Wushi held Xie Bian's small, fleshy earlobe, "Brother likes it, right?"
"No, I, let me go." Jie Bian was ashamed and anxious, but he didn't dare to resist.
"You like it." Fan Wuxi bit his ear, and said with a low smile, "I just like to talk hard and put on airs."
"You bastard... ugh!"
That hand got into the clothes and held it directly...
Xie Bian curled up his body desperately, but he couldn't avoid Fan Wuye's hand. He had never tried such a stimulus before, and Fan Wuye quickly took full control of him.
Fan Wushi turned his face, engulfed his lips and kissed lightly, biting lightly, his spirit tongue broke into his mouth again, trying his best to provocate.
In their previous lives, he demanded a lot from this person. In those few years, he did all the poses, all the places, all the conceivable and unthinkable obscene and shameless things to this person, his hatred and His desire is just as wild, he is even more familiar with this body than his own body, so when he teases, he always steps on the most sensitive points, naturally he can easily grasp it.
Xie Bian softened into a puddle of mud in Fan Wushi's arms, but he was still struggling weakly, with messy hair, flushed face, cloudy eyes, and red and swollen lips that were kissed slightly parted, like an innocent fallen bird. The more a deer flinches and refuses when it enters the den, the more people want to tear him apart.
Fan Wuxi's eyes were red from being agitated, he used all his willpower to restrain the crazy delusions, he had to tighten the noose tightly to imprison the beast in his body. He could only kiss Jie Bian so hard that he could hardly breathe.
Jie Bian let him do whatever he wanted, and the self-restraint he had built in the past twenty years was scattered all over the place. Just when he thought that Fan Wuzhen couldn't go too far, there was something hard behind him, and Fan Wuzhen bumped dully through his clothes.
Xie Bian only felt that his body was so hot that it seemed that a fire had been lit, which burned him unconscious.
In this extreme chaos and madness, Jie Bian released his most embarrassing side in front of his junior for the first time. But this is far from over, the powerful impact behind him made him so ashamed that he wished he could not disappear.
Fan Wuzhen was relieved to control his emotions, turned Xie Bian over, facing himself, gently stroked his face, calmed his panic, and was completely different from the strong greed just now.
Xie Bian's eyes were red, he was extremely ashamed and indignant, but he also had an instinctive fear of Fan Wuzhen, at this moment, he really couldn't bear the airs of his senior brother.
Fan Wuxi said softly, "Brother, do you like it?"
Xie Bian gritted his teeth and said: "Who taught you this, taught you these dirty tricks."
"I just can't help it." Fan Wuxi gave him a shallow kiss, and then deliberately rubbed his wet and sticky palms against the quilt, "Look, don't you like it very much?"
Xie Bian blushed.
"Being my Taoist companion is not enough." Fan Wuxi kissed the tip of his nose again, "I not only want to kiss you, not only want to touch you, but also want to do more 'dirty' things to you."
Xie Bian pursed his lips, facing Fan Wuxi's sharp and straightforward gaze, his eyes kept dodging.
"Senior brother is not willing, is he? I like senior brother, so I want to do intimate things with senior brother. If senior brother likes me like this, he will understand. It's a pity, you don't like me." A bit lonely and aggrieved, as if he didn't do the outrageous things just now, he was just a young man who couldn't ask but was trapped by love.
Xie Bian's Adam's apple rolled up and down, hesitated for a long time, and then said: "It's not that I don't like you."
Fan Wuxi's eyes lit up.
Jie Bian held back for a long time before saying: "... I don't know what to do." He didn't know how to call liking, he didn't know how to be a Taoist partner with a man, and he didn't know how to deal with their identities as brothers.
"Why do you have to think so much, just follow your instinct." Fan Wuzhen pressed the tip of Jie Bian's nose, his voice was full of bewitching, "I like senior brother, and senior brother likes me too, we must always be together and be intimate. Things, comfortable things, right?"
"..."
"There are more and more comfortable things that I want to do with my brother."
Xie Bian whispered, "But you are too presumptuous."
"What's wrong with that?"
"I can't say no to you, you always have a lot of fallacies."
Fan Wuxi smiled, and tried to squeeze into Xie Bian's arms: "Brother, can you give me a hug?"
Xie Bian didn't move, Fan Wuyi pulled his bracelet behind his back.
Xie Bian sighed helplessly and hugged him.
That domineering junior made him resist, but this junior who acted coquettishly and begged for a hug made him feel affection for him. Which one is Fan Wuxi? Why can a person have completely different sides
Surrounded by the warm and elegant fragrance of orchids, Fan Wuxi felt every pore of his body stretch out. When he was young, he always loved to get into the arms of his elder brother. As long as his elder brother was by his side, he could sleep soundly and sweetly. This embrace is the most solid fortress and the most powerful enchantment in the world, allowing him to let go of all his defenses and feel at ease. The earth perishes here.
Fan Wuxi let out a satisfied sigh, and snuggled himself into this embrace.
It was so fragrant and warm, as if all the ugliness and coldness in life had never come, how much he wished that time would stop at this moment, he was willing to fall into a dream and never wake up.