Wait Ji Rao to pester good, languid collect finish saying, two people fight.

Langlian wants to fight in bed, but jirao just wants to kill him.

They fight from dark to dawn, but Ji Rao can't beat them.

The next day langlian came again.

The third day came again.

Hearing "another task", Song Qing immediately said, "but at the command of the leader."

"Sleep with me tonight."

Song Qing was stunned for a moment.

"Sleep with me all the time."

Song Qing

Ji Rao stood up from his seat and shook his red satin sleeve robe, "to protect the safety of our leader."

Song Qing pressed down a trace of secret joy in his heart, saying, "yes."

After two days, if you really don't come back, Ji Rao can't help him, but if you add Song Qing, you can't tell.

Anyway, this is also the territory of the demon sect. Langlian won't take this risk.

Ji Rao and Song Qing live in the same room, and the natural bath also needs to be together.

"No, master, wash first, I'll wait..."

Ji Rao takes off her robe and hangs it on the screen. Turning around, she just sees song Qinghong's face retreating.

He stretched out his hand to hold Song Qing, and his face turned red. "I asked someone to prepare two bathtubs. They are all men, so it's OK to wash them together. Song Qing, aren't you shy? "

Song Qing

In the end, they washed it together.

Ji Rao leans comfortably against the bath bucket and enjoys it with closed eyes. Song Qing can't help but secretly turn to see Ji Rao. When he sees his red skin steamed by hot water, he feels that his throat is a little dry.

"Song Qing..."

"Yes."

Song Qing's flustered and formal voice made Ji Rao feel wrong. He opened his eyes and saw that Song Qing's whole face turned red. He couldn't help but worry, "is it OK? Is it cold? Why is your face so red? "

Song Qing saw Ji Rao want to stand up, more panic way, "it's nothing, master. I'm fine. I just soak it! "

Ji Rao wanted to say something else. Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door.

"Master, no, master!"

……

In an emergency, Ji Rao only wore a thin white robe, a red plum blossom Cape, his hair was not dried, and his body became thinner and thinner. With a cold face, he pushed the door open and came in.

Around the outer room, there was a man lying on the bed inside.

The doctor is pulsing the man.

Ji Rao walked over and saw Heiling's uninhibited face, which didn't even shave. At this time, the face had no blood color, and her lips were black. It was obviously a symptom of poisoning.

"How is he?"

"There are some skin injuries on his body. It doesn't matter. The most important thing is that he was poisoned for seven days."

Ji Rao's hand suddenly tightened.

As the name suggests, if no antidote can be found within seven days, the man will be dead. Even though there are countless poisons of the demon sect, there are no such poisons.

Seven day poison is the secret poison of Feihua Zhai. There is no antidote except Feihua Zhai.

As soon as Song Qing saw Ji Rao like this, he knew what he wanted to do. He went up to Ji Rao and held him, "don't be impulsive, master. I'm afraid their purpose is you. If you go rashly, both of them will die."

Ji Rao took a long breath, "you're right." He looked at the black bell on the bed, "take good care of him. In the past seven days, except for one question, I'll ask you."

"Yes," said the doctor, trembling

Finish saying Ji Rao to throw sleeve to go out.

"Master!" Song Qing looks at Ji Rao's head and goes out without looking back. He turns his head to see the black bell whose breath is weak. He bites his teeth.