That life-quenching palm is extremely vicious, and the palm prints left are truly terrifying.

Deep red and nearly purple, it was swollen and raised in a layer, with dense bloodshot streaks in it, which was particularly dazzling on Rong Luoyun's white skin. Huo Linfeng's palms were attached to both sides of the palm print, and waves of heat and energy were sent into the body to fight against the severe pain in the body.

Rong Luoyun sat cross-legged, leaning back precariously, the tail of his hair scratching the back of his hand.

In order to spread the pain, he forced himself to think of something else.

If Huo Linfeng hadn't come to look for him, what would have happened to him at the moment? If it is good, it will be picked out and run away. If it is bad, as Chen Mian said, there is no place to die.

He thought again, how could Huo Linfeng come to save him when he was in Huomu? It seems that he mentioned it when he was walking up the stairs, and the other party heard from his sister in the Chaomu Building. Thinking of this, he turned his face and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to Chaomu Lou to find your soul?"

Huo Linfeng was engrossed, but he was stunned. "Ah, yes..." He pondered hard, what was the name of that heart, and he couldn't help but lied, "I haven't seen my heart for a long time, and it is inevitable that I will miss it."

Rong Luoyun heard the words secretly, and sent Wan Fan to tell his heart, he ruined the beauty of the other party's good time.

Huo Linfeng pressed against his shoulder, the skin under his palm turned from cold to hot, sweating profusely, don't know who belonged to them. The unitary time has passed, the sun has gone down, the tired birds have not singed their nests, and there is only silence in the mountains.

He was afraid that Rong Luoyun would chat with him about Fengyue again, so he preemptively said: "Palace Master, close your eyes and sleep."

Rong Luoyun obediently closed his eyes, and when he couldn't curl up, he held his shoulders. He suddenly woke up, the palm print on the back of his heart was very hot, like cooking with charcoal fire, and there was a feeling of hot liquid coming out.

Huo Linfeng said: "Don't be afraid, you will be happy when you force out the congestion."

It was really hard to endure, Rong Luoyun bit his lower lip tightly to hold back his moan, the blood in his back flowed down his spine, to his waist, and wet the only small pants on his body. He was in pain and embarrassment, fearing that he would be ridiculed later, he took the initiative to confess: "Du Zhong, my pants are wet."

There was a dead silence, he guessed that the other party was laughing at him.

Unexpectedly, Huo Linfeng hesitated for a while: "...Didn't you tell me to wash it?"

Cleaning the table and sweeping the floor is acceptable, and making the bed is also acceptable, but washing clothes is the work of the smug woman, and he will not do it if he dies. There was another dead silence in the room, Rong Luoyun was confused and didn't answer, sensing that there were footsteps approaching outside.

It is a group, shattering quickly, but each foot is very light.

"Du Zhong?" Rong Luoyun hurriedly called the other party.

"Shh." Huo Linfeng also heard it. The two held their breaths in silence, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, and even the heavy breathing could be heard outside the Zen courtyard. Hula La was admitted to the hospital, pacing outside the house in a mess, and suddenly, the door of the house was banged.

A dozen or so mouths opened in unison: "Wang! Wang Wang! Wang Wang Wang!"

Huo Linfeng couldn't help scolding: "Damn..." It turned out to be a group of wild dogs.

On weekdays, there is no one in the temple, and the wild dogs in the mountains come to sleep at night. After the absurdity, the group of dogs accompany them outside the house, and they passed the time of Xu and arrived at the time of Hai.

For four full hours, Huo Linfeng continued to help Rong Luoyun heal his wounds and relieve pain.

From You Shi to Ugly Shi, it seems that he gave something back to the other party.

When the palms were closed, Huo Linfeng went down to the kang to light a short candle, the dim light lit up and there was another barking outside the house. Rong Luoyun crouched on the kang and said sullenly, "Don't be noisy, Du Zhong."

Huo Linfeng's face sank, and he paced back to the edge of the kang, full of harsh words but unable to vent. In front of him was the old kang and the old mattress, the blood-stained green shirt and green robe were scattered in a mess, Rong Luoyun was pressing down on the snow-white undershirt, panting from pain, but looked up at him with his face up.

This is a weak and sick cat, no wonder he is a savage and vicious dog.

Sitting on the edge of the kang, he wiped the blood on Rong Luoyun's back, neither serious nor serious, but stained two butterfly blades. Rong Luoyun whimpered: "Take it easy, you hurt me."

Really Jin Gui, he snorted coldly, but his hands were light. It was even more rubbed to the waist, and it was so itchy that Rong Luoyun twisted his buttocks. He looked away and said stiffly, "Give me your hand."

Rong Luoyun's left arm was unconscious and could not give it, so he had to turn around and get closer to the other party. Just at this moment, the ponytail at the back of his head suddenly loosened, and the ponytail scattered, covering his chest and back.

He sniffed and asked, "Can you wash my hair tomorrow?"

Huo Linfeng didn't want to work: "It's not dirty, it's quite fragrant."

Rong Luoyun said, "I'll give you the moon silver after returning to the palace."

Huo Linfeng teased: "Money is something outside the body."

Rong Luoyun had no choice, sighed and lowered his eyes, and compromised, "I'm fine with the bandaging." His shoulder was wrapped in a big hand, and he stroked his arm vigorously to confirm that his bones were not broken. When Huo Linfeng wrapped his hands around him, he whispered, "If your hands aren't hurt, you don't need to bother you. In fact, I want to wash my face and wash my hair, but it doesn't work."

This baba's pitiful state is so tight, whether it's pretending or being real, Huo Linfeng admits defeat. "I'll wash it for you tomorrow, and you won't need to raise the moon silver." He helped Rong Luoyun lie down and covered the quilt, "Palace Master, go to sleep."

Rong Luoyun asked, "How about you?"

Huo Linfeng pulled the futon and sat on the ground, leaning on the kang.

Rong Luoyun pondered for a moment, then wriggled closer, covering half of the quilt for himself and hanging half for the other party. He was exhausted physically and mentally, and he fell into a drowsiness with his eyes closed. After he fell asleep, Huo Linfeng wrapped the quilt for him again.

In the past, when fighting, there was no hot coal in the tent when it was cold, and the armor did not leave the body when it was hot.

Huo Linfeng cuddled his elbows and snorted lightly, this hard work was no problem.

The two were extremely tired, one was seriously injured and needed to recuperate, and the other was damaged by internal energy loss. At dawn, the wild dogs returned to the mountain to play in groups, and they were still sleeping peacefully.

After a long time, the bed on the kang collapsed, and Rong Luoyun stretched out a leg.

Steeply exposed to the cold air, he opened his eyes suspiciously, the square table, the stoneware bowl, the broken window... This is not the nameless residence, but the Zen courtyard on the top of the mountain. With a bowed head, broad shoulders, trimmed neck, and thick black hair, it was Huo Linfeng, who was sleeping on the kang.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and Huo Linfeng woke up.

The little monk brought two monk robes for washing, as well as a scripture to pass the time. Huo Linfeng thanked him, stretched his waist and turned back into the house, and Gu Dong sat on the edge of the kang again.

After three hours, he turned his face sharply: "Palace Master—"

For a moment, he choked, and he was close at hand to the other party. Rong Luoyun's eyes trembled, and he could almost see himself in the eyes of the other party. He was obviously lying on the edge of the kang, but he seemed to be lying on someone's shoulder.

Clear eyelashes, lips pale with weakness, he looked at him, and he looked at him.

Rong Luoyun quietly grabbed the quilt and asked embarrassingly, "What's the matter?"

Huo Linfeng returned to his senses: "It's been three hours since yesterday's healing, let me check my heart."

He got up and held Rong Luoyun's shoulder, laying it flat, leaning over to cover it, reaching into the warm blanket. Then he touched Rong Luoyun's heart, covered his palms, and rolled his skin with a thick cocoon.

The ups and downs became stronger and faster, and Rong Luoyun spread his hands beside his ears, as if he could hear "thump, thump, thump".

Huo Linfeng pressed his palm lightly, his fingertips brushed a little, and it actually bulged against the pulp of his fingers. Looking up at the other party, he asked casually but utterly wickedly, "Where did you meet, eh?"

Rong Luoyun's body was stiff, and his warm and rough hands were like a branding iron, which made him tighten his flesh. He turned his head and stared at the gray wall, his heart was hot and his face flushed.

After exploring, Huo Linfeng withdrew his hand, the major obstacle has been removed, and it will take some time to recover as before. He Shi Shiran turned around and left, carrying a bucket to the old spring behind the Chanyuan to fetch water. Yesterday, he agreed to wash his hair.

Once accepted the maid's work, it is quite handy to do.

Huo Linfeng boiled hot water and brought it into the house, soaked a towel, and put a small stool by the bucket. Rong Luoyun struggled to get off the kang, and when he left, he took off his clothes and trousers, and squatted beside the basin to wash with water.

With the right hand alone, it is slow.

Huo Linfeng stood outside the door with his back behind him. The trees wanted to be quiet but the wind kept blowing.

There are seventeen green trees in the courtyard, and birds leave the fallen branches six times. He observed the trivial records around Bafang, and when the eighteenth leaf fell, the sound of water in the house stopped.

Clothes shuffling, more annoying than the sound of water.

He shouldn't have turned his face, but instead, he looked at the mottled courtyard wall. It's time to stop, but twist again and look at the moss in the corner. He lowered his eyes and twisted again, then turned his waist, and raised his eyes to peep through the broken window.

In the natural sunlight, the back of a piece of jade was slightly arched, and the palm print on the top faded a little, which was covered by black silk. Rong Luoyun was wearing dark blue monk trousers and was struggling to put on the gray-blue monk robe, with one shoulder shaking.

After a long while, he shouted helplessly: "Du Zhong, are you there?"

Huo Linfeng could see clearly, but pretended to be stupid: "What's the matter with the palace master?"

Rong Luoyun was embarrassed and asked for help: "Come and help me."

Huo Linfeng pushed open the door, stepped in and walked around to the other side, holding his left wrist with one hand and pinching his empty sleeve with the other. After putting on the tie, bowed his head to tie it, reached out his hands to wrap his waist, and lifted the monk trousers around his waist.

He stretched out his two stockings and silently pointed to the edge of the kang.

Rong Luoyun sat down with his legs down, Huo Linfeng half-squatted to hold his heels and put on his stockings. He lowered his head and looked down at the other party, the residual redness on his face burst into flames, making him dizzy.

Even more faint, Huo Linfeng got up and reached out and gave him his palm.

He turned to look up: "What are you doing..."

Huo Linfeng said, "Hand."

Rong Luo was covered with clouds and mist, and his face was crimson, like a boiled medicine pot, maybe he would babble when he opened his mouth. He stretched out his hand and was supported, walked slowly towards the outside, stepped over the threshold and entered the hospital.

There was a pot of hot water and two small stools in the courtyard, and Huo Linfeng wanted to wash his hair for him.

I don't know how many leaves fell, the birds kept coming and going, Rong Luoyun curled up with his legs together, his black hair hanging down. Hot water poured over his mind, and his whole body was numb and crisp, and his medicine pot was smoking together with the hot water.

Huo Linfeng held a scoop in his left hand and rubbed his wet head in his right hand. This blue silk brushed his face, and at the moment he was holding it and holding it, it felt soft, not slippery, like a strand of silk.

After washing, Rong Luoyun wrapped a cloth towel to absorb the water. He had nothing to say: "Can you comb your hair?"

Huo Linfeng was wiping his hands: "Palace Master, don't take an inch."

The little monk who gave the monk robes came again, panting and brought two bowls of fast rice. He hadn't seen 3,000 troubles for a long time, so he volunteered to tie Rong Luoyun a bun, which lay disciples do.

As soon as the little monk left, Huo Linfeng held up the vegetarian meal, hesitating whether to feed the "one-armed hero". Rong Luoyun stared at the bowl, green vegetables and tofu, and the same oil, and couldn't help whispering: "Eu Zhong, I want to eat meat."

Huo Linfeng was so worried, he saw that the princesses in Chang'an Palace were not so difficult to serve. The key is to ask the other party to make such a hook, and he wants to chew some meat too.

An hour later, smoke from the chimney wafted out.

The temple was quiet, Rong Luoyun silently read the scriptures and begged the Bodhisattva for forgiveness. Huo Linfeng brought game from the back mountain and cooked it in front of the stove. When the skin and meat were cooked, the two closed the door and closed the window to hide in the kitchen to steal food.

Sitting on the stools opposite each other, each holding a roasted rabbit leg, gnawed their mouths full of oil.

Rong Luoyun held the meat in his right hand, his left hand was crippled, and his thin lips were full of oily flowers. He sighed, forgetting his sorrows and sorrows, and mumbled his mouth with joy, and suddenly a drop of clear oil flowed down the corner of his mouth, shaking his chin.

At this moment, Huo Linfeng raised his eyes, looked at him lightly, and stretched out his hand. With the palm resting on the small face, he made a towel with his fingers, and rubbed the thin skin and tender meat with a little weight with his fingertips, and rubbed the drop of oil that was about to fall.

Withdrawing his hand, with a chirp, he sucked a mouthful of the pulp of his finger.

Rong Luoyun was stunned, and the charming scene in the Chaomu Building appeared in front of him. The guests drank on purpose, and the beauty wiped and sucked her mouth with her green fingers. After that, she pressed her lips to her lips, and sipped the fragrance.

He bowed his head in embarrassment, his head was buzzing, and his heart was bewildered.

At a loss, he actually recited "Amitabha Buddha" to the rabbit's leg.