Plum blossoms hit three times and hit four times

Chapter 10

"What exactly did you see?"

The young master couldn't bear it, and pulled Xie Chenjian's hand away. He took two steps forward and didn't notice the erotic pictures on the screen. Instead, Fan was stunned when he saw the jade on the soft couch.Zhao Buxiu opened his eyes wide, his eyelashes trembled violently, his lips were slightly long, but he couldn't speak.

He looked very ashamed, the swordsman looked at his reaction, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Let's stay here for now." As Xie Chenjian said, he stepped on the screen with a "click", and the pattern of boundless spring colors shattered.

Lin Qiyu's complexion was not very good, he also stepped forward a few steps to the front of the collapse, picked up the dust whisk on the ground and swept away the things on the collapse.The expressions of the three were all complicated, Zhao Buxi found a place to sit down, and Lin Qiyu immediately walked up to him, "Xiao Pan, I'll go to the next room to see if there is anything I can use."

After Lin Qiyu left, Xie Chenjian gently held Zhao Buxiu's shoulder, his hands were cold, and he asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhao Buxi licked his lips and shook his head. Xie Chenjian seemed to have doubts in his heart, and he sat down beside Zhao Buxi.The two stood side by side, Xie Chenjian lowered his eyes and landed on the back of the young master's white hand, he paused and asked, "Why did he call you Xiaopan?"

Zhao Buxi didn't expect him to ask this, took Xie Chenjian's hand, and wrote the word "Hope" in the swordsman's palm.He said softly: "My name is Zhao Pan, and the characters are endless. Pan is the hope of hope."

Xie Chenjian felt the tingling and numbness of his palm, and suddenly he couldn't control his breathing.All eyes were on Zhao Buxiu. I don't know if it was the infection or something else. When Zhao Buxiu regarded him as a reliance, why didn't he treat Zhao Buxiu as a piece of driftwood.

Slowly closing his palms, he asked, "Can I call you Xiaopan?"

Zhao Buxi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course it's possible."

"Xiao Pan."

Xie Chenjian read these two words jerkyly, his hands were clutching his sleeves, and the pinnae of his ears seemed to be still red.The young swordsman didn't know what was wrong with him, his face was very hot.

The lingering tenderness is like the light of winter, and the flames on the ice field are fleeting.In the next second, the door of the room was pushed open. Lin Qiyu held a long sword in his hand, and with a stern expression on his face, he shouted: "Get out of here quickly, those dead bodies smelled the smell of living people and broke through the door."

Zhao Buxiu was startled, and Xie Chenjian had firmly grasped his hand.Xie Chenjian held the sword and stretched it out, the blade was unsheathed, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

Leaving from the house, he walked to the corridor on the second floor, only to see crowds of dead bodies pouring in densely from downstairs, some of them were still wearing armor.Zhao Buxiu was frightened, Xie Chenjian pulled him to escape to the other side, and hugged Zhao Buxiu in his arms before Lin Qiyu.He stepped on the pavilion in the corridor, swayed almost without pausing, and jumped several times in mid-air.

Zhao Buxi only felt the wind blowing on his face, and he could smell the strong smell of blood. His stomach aroused a kind of anxiety, and his throat "creaked".Xie Chenjian covered his nose, and a deep voice rang in his ear, "Patience."

The color of Zhao Buxi's eyes gradually recovered. He held Xie Chenjian's hand, and his lips seemed to kiss the palm of his hand.

They jumped down from the second floor, and the dead bodies would not attack them, but actually avoided them and scattered away.Xie Chenjian's body paused slightly, and then he ran to the backyard. Zhao Buxiu heard a scream, he pulled Xie Chenjian's hand away, and shouted: "Brother Lin."

Xie Chenjian put him down, tapped the point of the sword on the ground, and chopped off the heads of the dead bodies passing by. Even so, they did not suffer any attacks.He and Zhao kept looking at each other, and Xie Chenjian said, "I'll go find him."

He asked Zhao Buxiu to stay in the corner, tied the cloak around Zhao Buxiu's neck, lowered his head and brushed away the broken hair from Zhao Buxiu's cheeks, "Don't walk around."

After saying this, Xie Chenjian left the backyard in a few steps, and the dead bodies he passed were all torn apart.

Lin Qiyu was besieged in the hall, he swung his sword countless times, there seemed to be endless dead bodies, he was panting, he could barely lift his arms.Just between life and death, a spear picked up the head of the dead body in front of him.

He only heard a brisk and hearty voice, "Qiyu, I haven't seen you for a few months, why haven't you made any progress yet?"

Lin Qiyu raised his head abruptly, and saw that the black blood-stained armor in front of him cut through the double image, the spear slid on the ground and sparked, and the dead bodies were broken at the waist wherever they went.There was a loud noise, the armor rubbed and collided, and Lin Qiyu's shoulder was lifted.

He stared blankly at the person in front of him, and said dully, "Brother Zhao?"

Although the voice in the mask changed slightly, it was still very familiar, Lin Qiyu looked at him excitedly, Zhao Zhifeng suddenly pushed him away, thrust the spear into the dead body behind Lin Qiyu and raised an eyeball.

"Brother Zhao? Are you all right?"

The person behind the mask was silent, and he whispered in the killing room: "I'm the only one left."

He stabbed the dead body, strung together three or four living dead and then swept them away. He asked, "Is Xiao Pan okay at home?"

Lin Qiyu swung his sword together with him, he paused for two seconds and then said softly: "Xiao Pan..."

"How is he?"

"He's here too."

After the spear stopped, Zhao Zhifeng stagnated in the air and then swooped down. He split open the dead body and said sharply, "He is here? Why is he here?"

There was panic in Zhao Zhifeng's tone, he was distracted for a moment and was taken advantage of by the dead body, at this pass a cold light suddenly appeared, Xie Chenjian came.

Eyes collided, eyes circled, Xie Chenjian stood in front of Zhao Zhifeng holding a sword, his expression as cold as snow, he said: "Follow me, Zhao Buxi is in front."

The three of them entered the hospital through the back door, Lin Qiyu plugged the bolt, and the brown-red wooden door made a dull sound when it was knocked.Zhao Zhifeng swiped his spear on the ground, he took a few steps forward and saw Zhao Buxiu hiding in the corner.

He yelled, his voice muffled through the mask.Zhao Buxi was shocked all over, he turned his head to look, and tears overflowed before he even saw his face.

"Brother." He choked out two words.

Zhao Zhifeng walked up to Zhao Buxiu and took off his mask, revealing a handsome face. He smiled at Zhao Buxiu and opened his arms.With a gust of wind, his thin body fell into Zhao Zhifeng's arms. The black armor was icy cold and bloody. Zhao Buxiu gritted his teeth, shut his tears and dripped down Zhao Zhifeng's armor.

They hugged each other tightly, as if they had forgotten everything.