After eating the precious wines sent by the 馐, and after having enough wine and rice, Bai 坐 sat down on the soft couch and picked up the treasures that were just received today on the table. Peeling the scales, the "sunbreak" shines, making the candlelight in the room dim. Wu Yanfu looked intently and was shocked. Turned out to be-broken sun?

Bai Yan stroked the Sanskrit words on the blade and carefully identified them one by one.

The people of the Xiye Kingdom originated from Tianzhu, and they created their own scripts based on Sanskrit. It is not too difficult to understand the meaning of each word, but they can be combined together, but it is unclear. It seems to be a mantra. He thought to himself that if he went to the Tibetan Pavilion tomorrow, he might find the source of this mantra.

"Is the master thinking what is carved on it?"

At this moment, a voice came from the pool, but the medicine man was talking.

"You ... you know?" Bai Ai stood up in doubt, seeing that he had surfaced, and nodded thoughtfully at Po Ri, and walked towards him doubtfully.

Wu Yanfu looked at the sun-breaking heart, not only recognizing that the divine soldier was almost in his pocket. He nodded: "Return to the master, it should be engraved with the" Jie Ri'e Mantra "."

"Oh?" Bai Yan said for a moment, thinking, "You were originally from Yueyin Palace?"

Wu Yanfu has thrown out the bait and replied calmly: "I don't know, but I can recognize the word above."

Bai Yan pinched his chin, forcing him to look at himself, and asked sternly, "Do you really don't know?" Speaking of finger movements, he drove the curse, and the medicine man's eyes were dull immediately, but he still shook his head to answer.

"It's useless to embarrass you about such waste." He withdrew the curse discourageously, but couldn't help but be a little curious about the medicine man's past. He took the medicine man's hand, and looked carefully over and over again, wanting to see what weapons he had used before, and found that his long and slender palm had a cocoon caused by crawling on the ground all year round, and there was a thumb on his thumb. A special scar can't help but stunned.

This seems to be a common bow and arrow, worn by the fingers.

Wu Yanfu saw that he was silent and asked, "Master? Is there anything wrong with my hand?"

Bai Yan frowned and shook his head: "I think of a life-saving benefactor. There should be such abrasions on his hands. But he has been dead for many years."

"Does the host miss him so much?" Wu Yanfu stared at his eyes.

Bai Mo rubbed his thumb and his sore nose. "If it wasn't for benefactors, I would have died long ago, or I would have become a blind and dumb wasteman, and now he is trapped in a dungeon."

"So, how did he die?" Wu Yanfu asked again.

Bai Yan's teeth tightened and his eyes circled red: "Being that cold-blooded demon--"

Wu Yanfu only felt that the whole body was entangled with ghosts and vines and caused pain.

Benefactor, really a benefactor.

What are you going to do if you know your benefactor is right there? Will it be "a drip of water, Yongquanxiangbao"? Will you make a promise based on your body, or will it meet your heart?

If you know that your "benevolent" was only a detailed work of obedience as a teacher, he saved you, but it meant to be a teacher; he was killed because he betrayed the teacher; he protected you in his arms, and But I want to take you as a hostage. Knowing this, would you have any regrets?

He closed his eyes, ran his hand over the "Breaking Sun" hook, brushed his palms across the blade, and cut through a **** hole in the mouth. Bai Yan immediately caught his hand: "What are you doing? How can your blood be casual? Wasting? "Then he bowed his head and licked the blood on his fingertips, like a gluttonous cat, with a hint of wetness on his back.

He looked up, and a teardrop was falling on the eyelashes of the teenager, and it would not fall.

Crying for that person?

There was a surging current under his heart, squinting his eyes, and using his thumb to scrape the dazzling tears, his fingers left a bloodstain on the delicate cheek of the boy.

Bai Zheng was startled, only to realize that this tearing action seemed to have met, and it was necessary to add a "昙 儿", which was Wu Yanfu's rebirth. He stayed there and suddenly wanted to cry more, but he determined that it was definitely not because of regret or missing, but, it was just-what was it?

That man is dead, no matter how great the hatred should be.

I was so confused for a moment that I couldn't find the answer. He wiped his face fiercely, pushed the medicine man away, held the tiger's skin on the couch and rolled it into a ball, said coldly: "Go, you can't go to comfort this seat."

Can't make it?

Wu Yanfu stared at his back, his eyes became darker, and the hands on his side clenched silently, crushing a drop of blood and tears in his palm. Flowers for teachers can only bloom and fade in the hands of teachers.

Either you laugh or cry, you must not ... for another person.

The room was quiet, but Bai Yan couldn't sleep. In the past, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would sneak into the Zangjing Pavilion to peek at the secrets of martial arts, or practice privately on the back hills of the snake house.

Rather than memorizing cheats and practicing exercises, he now wants to do another thing-he sat up, hugged his crotch to his body, and began to torture Wu Yanfu's ears endlessly.

When Wu Yanfu heard sore ears, he broke another string, and then for a long time there was no movement. As soon as he lifted his eyes, he saw Bai Yan looking at the broken string. His lips were very tight, his face flushed, and he looked like a child who had been wronged by Heaven, and was about to cry.

Wu Yanfu held him calmly and interestingly.

Before this little cub was a crying bag, tears fell at every turn. He was also deceived by his crying face. I did not expect that Bai Zhi would kill him with pain, and even a drop of tears disappeared when he started.

But if an outsider knows that the leader of the dreaded demon religion loves to cry, he doesn't know if he will laugh off his big teeth.

Bai took the string and rolled it around the index finger a few times, his chest was volts together, his eyes became red, and he muttered to himself: "Silver magpie is sad and ignore me, are you sad or obedient? So what is there to worry about by yourself? You are all just playthings. Like me, how sad are you? "

Wu Yanfu couldn't help but hesitated, Bai Yan raised his hands and dropped them, and then broke another string, tears popped off, and his hands kept on, and he couldn't breathe after smashing two. The rest, but the strings made by Kesi are killing weapons, so strong that they must be broken with bare hands.

Seeing that his ten onion-like fingers were flickering, Wu Yanfu quickly grabbed his hand, but I didn't know how hard it was, so that Bai Zhi didn't break free, and his eyes glared at him dimly.

"What are you doing?"

"The master is injured." Wu Yanfu covered the open blood in his hand, his heart was funny, and there was a weird joy, and he lowered his head to cover the white fingertips.

Lips and tongues gently sucked each finger like a kiss, attracting a tinge of itching, as if indulged, Baiji stumbled for a moment, staring blankly at the look of the man's bowed head in front of him. Feeling tenderly like the gentleness of the sea, my heart slammed, and I quickly shook my head and curled my hands.

Wu Yanfu held his pair of fists and sighed helplessly: "Master, the wound is not good yet."

Bai Yan extended his hand again, but touched Wu Yanfu's cheek, just as he raised his eyelids. The two separated by a layer of skin, a layer of inexplicable barrier, and stared at each other for a moment.

His wrists were pinched tighter, and Bai Zhi looked at those blue eyes, only to find that there was something inexplicable hidden inside, and his pulse leaped abruptly. He hurriedly pulled his hand back, held it again, and retracted it. Tiger skin, covering his head this time.

Wu Yanfu turned around, leaned on the couch, closed his eyes, and gasped in a depressing breath.

He lifted his neck, swallowed the fluid, and pushed his hand down. The throat was rolling up and down, the green tendons on the slender neck were tightened, and the corners of the lips were hooked.

Ha, I am the first master of the Western Regions.

Today, it has fallen into such a whimper.昙 儿, 昙 儿.