Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Zhou Tong is bound up like a zongzi and is ready to go to the pot.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Jinan some can't understand, is bullying him, did not read the supernatural ghost novel?

What about Rune paper? What about copper money? What about black dog blood? What about peach wood sword? What about ink fountain copper wire?

What does it mean to put so many herbs in such a big bath barrel?

"Good disciple, master, I was a little sleepy, so I went back to my room and went to bed." Gu Dan turned, raised his hand and yawned. His small eyes narrowed into a slit.

Gu Dan's human setup seems to have collapsed, even slag are not left, said serious, where serious? How serious!

Lin Jinan watched him leave and closed the door with both hands, leaving him, Gu Zhiwei and Zhou Tong alone in the room.

Oh, no, it's two people and one ghost!

“……” This question is very troublesome to explain. Gu Zhiwei looked at the youth deeply and said helplessly, "dear, don't ask."

"You perfunctory me Lin Ji Nansheng airway, he sat alone on a small bench, watching the man will Zhou Tong carry, crisp thrown into the barrel, splashing a lot of water.

The technique is still simple and rough, and Lin Jinan is used to it.

The room is filled with a strong smell of herbal medicine, one by one into the nose into the smell of Gu has been used to.

"How long does it take him to soak like this?" Lin Jinan was angry for a while. He went to the bucket and lay down on the man's back.

Just now Gu Dan was here, he didn't dare to make a mistake. Now that Gu Dan is gone, he can do whatever he wants.

"One day." It has to be hot water, not cold water. Gu Zhiwei has to watch all the time, constantly replacing the cool medicine.

"Twenty four hours?" Lin Jinan's eyes widened. He looked into the barrel.

Zhou Tong's body is full of large and small wounds, those holes do not know how to get out, there are old, there are fresh, those wounds exude blood, some have scar.

"Well." Gu Zhiwei nodded. He pulled a wooden chair out of the corner and made it.

Lin Jinan sat on the man's lap with a smile and looked at him face to face, "I think a little bit."

The tone of youth is not shy, and his eyes are bright and frightening. Lin Jinan is not what pure white lotus, he wants to do the mood is very urgent.

Gu Zhiwei took a handful of meat from the waist of the youth. It was soft and felt very well. His eyes became dangerous. "Not yet?"

When you open your mouth, you will be the voice that has been suppressed to the extreme. Gu Zhiwei leans over and kisses the young man's nose, then moves down and up his lips.

As beautiful as he imagined, Gu Zhiwei pinched the youth's chin with one hand and lingered between his lips and teeth.

Lin took a deep breath, and a hand reached into his clothes. "Don't pinch them."

the voice of the youth has changed. It's as soft as a kitten, and his voice is trembling. His clothes are bulging, which are all masterpieces of men.

Lin Jinan narrowed his eyes and collapsed completely.

The man pointed out his hand and pulled his clothes down. "Can you bear it again?"

"Ying --" Lin Jinan doesn't want to bear it. He is a heavy color person. What does Gu Zhiwei mean when he is half done? He is not comfortable enough!

"Greedy cat, just want to eat my food?" Gu's taste is small, and his fingers rub the soft earlobe of the youth.

This source, is his sensitive. Point, Lin Jinan tearful looking at the man, "hum!"

Gu Zhiwei knew to tease him and ran away without any intention of being responsible.

"Master Gu, I, I didn't see anything..." Zhou Tong wakes up faintly. He is too hot to open his eyes.

But his ears were not bad. He heard the voice that was hard to describe, and the voice of men and young people talking. The spirit of resentment could make him see what the naked eye could not see.

Lin Jinan was scared. He hid in the arms of a man and blushed fiercely. What kind of shameful play is this!

"How do you feel?" Gu Zhiwei's tone is very ordinary, and there is no embarrassment of being broken.

"Very, very well." Zhou Tong was immersed in the potion all over his body. He felt that his body was not so painful, and the blood seeping from the wound was gradually improving.

He began to recall the details of the man in the mask who gave him the Tao man.

"He's tall and thin, and his eyes are cold when I look at people. When I look at him, I almost feel like a dead man." Zhou Tong's voice rings in the room. If there is nothing, you can't hear it if you don't listen carefully.

Lin Jinan's mind reminds of a person, he and Zhou Tong have the same feeling, at this moment, they are feeling the same.

"You know who it is, don't you?" Lin Jinan looks at the man and his dark eyes.