"Indulge in the night, tell me it's hard to find you"
"Turning back is a dream, still passive"
"Escape, stare at you, but deeply annoyed"
"Ah —"
Fang Yan coughed violently, and water poured into his mouth.
Fang Yan took a quick shower with a little joy in his heart. He used a towel to wipe his hair and the water stains on his body. Then, he walked out of the bathroom in clean pajamas.
Ye Rou sat on the bed, looking at him with a strange look, with a rare shyness on her face.
"Get on the bed," Ye Rou said.
"Okay." Fang Yan answered, moving to the bed with small steps, climbed on the bed with his butt up, and then closed his eyes, lying on the bed with his body spread out.
Lying on the bed, some lewd pictures came to his mind, and a dot appeared under the word "big", which became "too".
Fang Yan felt a little embarrassed, thinking, "How can I do this?"
But then he thought, "This is what a real man should do — if not, Ye Rou must think there's something wrong with me."
"Turn over and lie on your stomach," Ye Rou said.
"Okay." Fang Yan was about to change his position.
When he was about to turn over, he suddenly felt this behavior was a little inappropriate.
He could love endlessly, but he couldn't accept such humiliation.
Fang Yan lay back down. He looked at Ye Rou timidly and said, "Why don't we just lie down? You can lie on top. "
"You must lie on your stomach." Ye Rou's attitude was very tough.
"I'm not used to that —"
"You'll get used to it."
Fang Yan was angry and shouted, "Ye Rou, I'm telling you, although I don't want to hit you, it doesn't mean I can't beat you — I'm a man, and I've given up my pride and self-esteem to let you lie on top, but you're still not satisfied. You want me to lie on my stomach — why do you want me to lie on my stomach? What can you do? "
"Apply medicine," Ye Rou looked at Fang Yan as if looking at a lunatic, and said these two words softly.
Fang Yan's body instantly stiffened, and he immediately closed his eyes.
However, when she thought of how Ye Wenrou was still staring at her from the side of the bed, she closed her eyes. Wasn't it the legendary act of burying one's head in the sand?
Thus, Fang Yan opened his eyes again.
Fang Yan bravely looked into Ye Wen's eyes and said, "I know you're applying medicine. But can't I apply it while I'm lying down? "
"The palm I used to hit you was on your back," Ye Rou said expressionlessly.
"…"
Fang Yan felt that he was really stupid. How could he think of anything else?
Ye Rou was his fiancée, a woman who would soon become his wife. No matter how impatient she was, it was impossible for her to get on him at this moment. Of course, it was impossible for him to do such a thing.
So, Fang Yan turned over and exposed his back to Ye Rou.
Ye Rou smeared the brown ointment on her palm, and then gently rubbed it on the spot where the blood clotted on Fang Yan's back.
After applying the ointment evenly, she began to massage the clotted blood with her palm.
There was a cyan light flashing in the middle of her palm, and a scorching warm current flowed on Fang Yan's back.
Fang Yan felt a burning pain on his skin. He knew that Ye Rou was using her internal force to help him improve blood circulation and remove blood clots to repair the damage to his internal tissues. This woman didn't hold back when she hit him, and she didn't hold back when she treated him.
"If you use a little more force, I won't have to fight against the Dragon God this time," Fang Yan said with a smile.
"If I use a little more force, you won't have the chance to fight against the Dragon God anymore," Ye Rou said.
Fang Yan covered his head in the pillow, smiled shyly, and said, "I know you don't want to do it."
Crack —
Ye Rou suddenly slapped him, and a dislocated bone on Fang Yan's back was reset.
"Ouch —" Fang Yan cried out in pain.
"Anything can happen," Ye Zichen said. Ye Rou's palm continued to massage the injured spot on Fang Yan's back, and there was a gentle smile on her lips that Fang Yan couldn't see.
"This time — I believe you." Fang Yan lay there and didn't dare to move.
"I didn't do my best," Ye Rou said softly.
"I know." Fang Yan said with certainty, "Although you've tried very hard, you don't have killing intent or fighting spirit in your heart. So it's hard for you to use your full strength. "
"I have killing intent, but I also have fighting spirit."
"So, he's a very scary opponent," Fang Yan said in a low voice.
"Fang Yan —" Ye Rou said softly.
"Hmm?"
"If you really want to —"
"What am I thinking? I'm not thinking anything — "Fang Yan quickly denied. This was too scary. Could it be that this woman had guessed his thoughts?
Crack —
Another spine on Fang Yan's back was restored by Ye Rou.
"Ah —"
Feng Mountain, also known as Wind Mountain, was located in the Red Canyon far away from Yan Jing. Apart from the maple trees all over the mountain, there was also the sandstorm from the north.
Feng Mountain was the first stronghold to stop the sandstorm from invading Yan Jing City. No one lived here, and there were only a few tourists. Occasionally, a few backpackers came to enjoy the scenery of the Red Canyon. When they set up camp and prepared to cook, they found that a thick layer of sand quickly fell into the pot as soon as they put it on the fire. Unable to hold on, they packed their bags and fled in panic.
Feng Mountain was more lively today because someone was going to fight here.
Ever since Fang Yan went to challenge the Dragon God, the news that both sides had agreed to fight in seven days at Feng Mountain had spread. Many people had come here in advance to survey the terrain and find out the truth.
Some people started setting up early. They drove their cars, prepared their tents, and settled down in a place with a beautiful view.
Some people tried their best to climb, guessing which slope or which peak Fang Yan and the Dragon God would fight on — after all, Feng Mountain was so big and stretched for hundreds of kilometers. If they were too far away, they would miss the exciting duel.
Most people gathered at the foot of the mountain and waited until they confirmed the location of the duel between Fang Yan and the Dragon God before approaching.
Most of the people who knew about the duel were influential figures in Yan Jing City. Their circle was small, but there were many people. Everyone knew each other, so it was common to see such a scene.
"Hey, third brother, you're here too? What's up? Who do you bet on? I bet on the Dragon God — "
"Young Master Zhang, come here. Try this red wine I brought. I know you like it. I'm sure you'll be satisfied —"
"Three twos — I bet three twos. Why are you betting on a pair of kings? Are you stupid? Have you figured out who's the landlord here? "
Feilai Peak.
This was the loneliest and steepest peak in Feng Mountain. It was high and dangerous, and there was almost no road.
It was said that several groups of mountaineering enthusiasts wanted to conquer Feilai Peak, but they were all conquered by it. After a life was lost, those people finally gave up on this place with all kinds of legends.
Of course, such road conditions couldn't stop Fang Yan and the Dragon God's hard life.
The person accompanying Fang Yan was Ye Rou. Originally, he wanted to come alone, but after Ye Rou glanced at him, he immediately understood what she meant. Maybe it was because the wedding day was approaching, but they were getting along better and better. Fang Yan felt that he understood Ye Rou better and better.
In the past, he only knew that Ye Rou would beat him up when she was unhappy. Now he knew that Ye Rou might beat him up whether she was happy or not —
So, Fang Yan took the initiative to invite Ye Rou. Ye Rou nodded and agreed readily.
The Dragon God's hard life was accompanied by his disciple, Gongsun Qi. On one side was his master, and on the other side was his savior. Gongsun Qi was most unwilling to see this duel.
Even though they had already arrived at the venue, the way he looked at Fang Yan still made Fang Yan feel a strong — pleading. His eyes could speak, and he was telling Fang Yan, "Stop fighting, go back. Go back to your own home, find some vegetables, and fight as you want, abuse as you want — "
Fang Yan felt that Gongsun Qi was really his good brother.
Fang Yan was dressed in white, which was his special request. Because he liked Ximen Chuixue in Gu Long's wuxia novels. No matter which door he was in, since it was snowing, it was more appropriate to wear white.
In Fang Yan's mind, Ximen Chuixue must wear white. If he wore black, yellow, red, or purple, it would not be worthy of such a cool name.
The Dragon God's hard life was still dressed in a gray robe. When Fang Yan first saw him, he was wearing the same clothes, and now he was still wearing the same clothes, as if he had never bought a new set of clothes.
His body was skinny, and his hands were folded in his sleeves. Standing on the top of the mountain, he looked like he would be blown away by a gust of wind.
Gongsun Qi walked in front of Fang Yan, looked at Fang Yan and said, "You've decided, you won't change your mind?"
Fang Yan patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "I can understand how you feel, but you should also know that when we last met, I had already made up my mind."
The Dragon God saw this scene and sighed, "My disciple, Dragon God's hard life, is still not as good as Green Dragon Mo Qiandi's disciple — this duel is inevitable, why say so much?"
Fang Yan glanced at the Dragon God's hard life and said, "Gongsun Qi is just more sentimental than I am. He is willing to care about the fate of others, but I care more about my own fate. "
"You sure know how to defend him." The Dragon God said with a smile. His gaze fell on Ye Rou, who was beside Fang Yan, and said, "I heard that Fang Yan is going to marry Miss Ye — one family with two heavenly laws, this is something that has never been heard of for hundreds of years. It will definitely be a great story in the future. "
Ye Rou looked at the Dragon God's hard eyes and said in a cold voice, "If you kill him, I will definitely kill you."
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