Wu Chang Jie

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Chapter 85
After a night of chaos, the fire in Luojinwu was finally extinguished.

It turned out that the explosion came from the Thunderfire Stone, and the Seven Stars Life-Sustaining Lamp was indeed stolen, plus the death of Xu Zhi Nan threw the century-old famous sect into an unprecedented panic.

Everyone had many questions in their minds, such as how the two Flying Plume Ambassadors from the Cangyu Sect had managed to bypass the strongly fortified boundary and infiltrate Luojinwu, and why they had been so bold as to steal the Seven Star Lamp at the risk of 2 sects fighting to their last gasp. But they were still in shock and grief over Xu Zhi Nan's death. They couldn't come back to their senses and had no time to ponder over.

While the Chunyang Sect disciples were cleaning up the mess, Zhong Kui opened the Gate of Yin and Yang with his Qingfeng Sword and personally guided Xu Zhi Nan's human soul to the Underworld.

Xie Bi An and Fan Wu She helped to put out the fire until dawn.

Xie Bi An's white clothes and jade face were covered in dust, as if he had rolled in the mud before, and his hands were burnt with blisters, making him look like a mess.

The two of them sat opposite each other by a little candlelight, while Fan Wu She used a needle to gently prick the blisters, applied medicine and wrapped them in loops of white gauze.

"Hey, don't wrap it so many times, I can't even move my fingers."

Fan Wu She gave Xie Bi An an oblique glance: "You don't want to be wrapped like this, then why don't you back off when I want you to?"

"We had to put out the fire no matter what."

"There are thousands of cultivators in the Chunyang Sect, are they still short of you to put out the fire?"

Xie Bi An whispered resentfully, "How can you talk to your senior brother like this."

"Don't touch the water or the wound for a few days. I will change your bandage every day. Don't move it by yourself."

"Mm."

Fan Wu She looked at Xie Bi An's dirty face, got up to get a cloth towel, moistened it and then sat back down, gently wiping his face.

Xie Bi An cooperated and closed his eyes.

Fan Wu She's hand trembled and his breathing instantly became urgent.

Xie Bi An's face was tilted up, his eyelashes fluttering, his nose flaring, his red lips naturally opening slightly, as if he was giving his mouth up for someone to kiss.

Fan Wu She couldn't restrain himself from reaching out and gently cupping his jaw, his gaze tracing these lips over and over again.

He remembered the way these lips had looked when he had ravaged them to the point of glistening red and swollen, and the image of them being forced to open to their fullest extent, humiliatingly gulping his manhood. He knew how soft they were, how sweet they were, how good they sounded when they called out, and what sorrowful words they could utter.

He always loved to kiss him. Occasionally, on an afternoon when he was tired of them hurting each other, he would hug and let Zong Zi Heng sit on his lap and kiss the man in his arms until he became weak. Compared to the rough and predatory lovemaking, kissing gave him a good illusion, like they were in love with each other.

But then Xie Bi An's eyes opened, shattering a pleasant and romantic dream.

The blazing heat in Fan Wu She's eyes had not yet receded. Xie Bi An was startled at the nearness of his face, and could not help but shrink back.