sinovels Chapter 122. There is his shadow
Chapter 122. There is his shadow
During the day and night together for a month, the two were noisy, chatting and laughing, sometimes quiet, sometimes noisy, Nan Puyue's heart is made of flesh, how could there be no emotion?
The sound of footsteps has gradually faded away, and the room has returned to calm, however, Nan Puyue is not at all lucky.
After a long time, he slowly lowered his head, bent over to pick up the blood-stained sword, and glanced at it with frown. The blood on the tip of the sword was as long as a finger, almost penetrating a third of his body. Second, the unprovoked hostility surged up, and he waved his hands vigorously!With a chirping sound, the sword body was suddenly inserted into the load-bearing pillar next to it.
Afterwards, I stood where I was, without moving for a long time, and it was still drizzling outside, and there were intermittent croaking of frogs, which was very sad.
Nan Puyue is worried, where can he go at this time, at this time?
Looking up at the screen window, the hazy light reflected on the gauze made him a little lost. The weather was not bad, but for him, it was really bad.
Thinking of all kinds of him, no matter good or bad, but I don't seem to really hate him, and, I have to admit, these days with him, there are too many shadows of that person in him, sleeping every day Together, I don't reject him, I feel like I'm crazy, but, I can't help it, I seem... I really like him a little bit.
Thinking again about the past month, the two have been inseparable, and he has no intention of hurting himself. Maybe he really misunderstood him, hesitated for a moment, and finally got up and walked out.
It was a little cold outside, and the light rain was drizzling, making the night even more lonely. I searched left and right, and after a long time, his shadow had long since disappeared. As if thinking of something suddenly, I lowered my eyebrows and looked at the ground, with spots. The bloodstains appeared in the eyes, along the corridor, extending intermittently to a distance of ten meters, and they were no longer visible.
Uneasy in his heart, he walked over slowly with a little nervousness. Gradually, a black corner of his clothes came into view at the railing of the corridor, faintly visible under the faint yellow palace lantern.
It's Zhuge Yi.
After a moment of hesitation, Nan Puyue finally stepped forward and stood beside him, looking at his silver-white mask with no expression, her throat was a little tight.
Under the silver mask, he leaned against the pillar with his eyes slightly closed, his breathing trembling slightly, his thin lips pursed palely, letting the rain hit him with the wind.
Even in such a situation where he was injured, he did not lose his elegance and beauty. Looking at his hand covering the sword edge that was oozing blood, Nan Puyue's heart was drawn more and more.
"How are you?"
He asked lukewarmly, his eyes looked away uncomfortably.
It seems that he still can't let go of his face. When it comes to this point, it is not difficult to imagine how much courage he has exhausted.
Under the mask, Zhuge Yi's face was pale and bloodless. After a while, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Is Yue worried about me? Don't worry, he won't die yet."
"I just don't want to be a person who repays kindness and revenge. You saved me. If I kill you this time, then I will always have a disturbed conscience and be condemned." He supported his shoulders and said in a flat tone, "Follow me Enter the house, and I will bandage you."
After the words fell, there was a faint invisible smile under the mask.
In fact, Zhuge Yi was betting that he would come out to find him. Sure enough, he was a cold-faced and kind-hearted person. After all these years, there was still something he didn't understand about him.
The two entered the inner room, Zhuge Yi let out a long breath, and leaned on the couch weakly.
Nan Puyue lit the oil lamp and fetched the medicine box, but she didn't know what to do with the first step.
Seeing his restraint, Zhuge Yi let out a funny laugh with his pale lips, then raised his uninjured arm, and took off his wide collar. The white shirt inside was already stained red with blood, and he didn't even look at it. Then it continued to fade away.
At this moment, a white handkerchief half-stained with blood slipped out of it, Zhuge Yi was startled, of course he knew what it was, and hurriedly stuffed it into his shirt.
Cursing secretly, he actually forgot.
"What? As for being so nervous?" Nan Puyue asked in a disdainful tone.
Zhuge Yiping calmed down and replied calmly: "It's nothing, it's just a piece of satin."
Nan Puyue raised her eyebrows, she looked familiar for a moment, but she no longer asked questions out of curiosity.
After regaining consciousness, she looked at his exposed toned arms and bare upper body. At this time, Nan Puyue noticed that he was a martial arts practitioner, and his skin was actually fair. His muscles looked very strong, not like Ordinary warriors are so ferocious and tangled, but they have perfect lines, smooth and fit, not too much, not too little, with both the elegance of a literati and the masculine beauty of a man, which reminds him to the man...
"Any thoughts about me?"
Zhuge Yi, who was leaning on the couch, looked at his lingering eyes on him, and couldn't help but make a joke.
He came back to his senses and gave him a sideways look, as if saying: It's all like this, and you're still so arrogant.
Dispelling these nonsensical thoughts, he bandaged him tightly, so he still said calmly: "This is the first time this king has done this kind of thing for a human being, so you are honored to go."
After speaking, he glanced at the dark red wound, settled down, took out the golden sore medicine in the medicine box, and began to concentrate on treating him.
It is indeed the first time for him to do this kind of thing, he is a little clumsy, but his movements are very gentle, close to the body, his slender fingertips slid across Zhuge Yi's solid arms, provoking the evil in Zhuge Yi's heart several times, Many times in the middle of the journey, he couldn't help wanting to rush at him, but he still wanted to save his life and continue to love him, so during the whole process, he tried his best to swallow those thoughts that he shouldn't have.
At such a close distance, the sound of throat rolling one after another clearly rang in Nan Puyue's ears...
"Have you eaten yet?"
Seeing him swallowing his saliva from time to time, Nan Puyue suddenly said a word of concern, but after he finished asking this question, he immediately stopped his movements, and moved his head awkwardly as if he had understood it late, wishing to find a hole to drill go in.
Zhuge Yi remained silent, staring at him all the time.
There was something wrong with the atmosphere, as if she knew that he was staring at her, Nan Puyue was a little nervous and didn't dare to raise her head to look at him.
When he was about to finish bandaging, Zhuge Yi came back to his senses, looked at the gauze wrapped around and around, and couldn't help but look black.
Sure enough, he really is a weirdo!
And Nan Puyue had only seen that person wrapping up for him once when he was in Luoyang, and that time he was not in the mood to observe carefully, so that he did this kind of thing for him based on his impression, and with his two-color squinting His eyes kept looking at him, and he would be distracted. Once distracted, he would ignore the movements of his hands and wrap them into a bulging rice dumpling. It is really not his fault.