The Man Who Married a Tyrant [Book Wearing][MTL]

Ch 42

When He Zheng went back and forth to look at him, he saw the scene of the table collapsing. He subconsciously wanted to leave, but he thought that Fang Tianzhuo, whether it was intentional or not, in the end he cared about him, and he was biting his head. left behind.

Abandoning him at this time will only make him more angry.

Fang Tianzhuo finally noticed him, he turned around, his white shirt was stained red with blood.

He Zheng's lips trembled, and he couldn't bear it for a while.

Does this neurosis have masochistic tendencies?

"Isn't it retired?" Fang Tianzhuo opened his mouth first. Judging from the blood stains that were still smudged and spread on his clothes, the blood on his body was still bubbling out, but his face was calm, except for the loss of blood on his face, which seemed to flow. Not his blood.

He Zheng felt a surge of anger in his heart, his eyes were flushed, and he rushed over and gave him a heavy push: "Are you mentally ill? What are you doing with it when it is well bandaged?!"

Fang Tianzhuo didn't move at all when he pushed him, he narrowed his eyes and said, "It doesn't hurt."

He Zheng shivered slightly and stared at him, and the tip of his nose slowly turned red, "What if I feel bad?"

Fang Tianzhuo looked at him: "If I deliberately blocked the sword for Zheng'er."

He Zheng said: "Then why am I angry and distressed?"

His beautiful eyes lifted, looking straight at Fang Tianzhuo, Fang Tianzhuo pursed his lips and said slowly, "I hurt."

"You hurt and you are tossing!"

"Originally, Zheng'er didn't feel bad, so I don't."

No one cares, what's the use of pain.

He Zheng flattened his mouth and said, "I'll go to the imperial doctor."

"I don't want to see him."

He Zheng didn't argue with him: "I'll go get the medicine."

The first time He Zheng helped someone bandage a wound, it was under the guidance of the wounded. He should have cried with Fang Tianzhuo behind his back. His eyelashes were wet, his eyes were also wet, and the tip of his red nose was pitiful and lovely. Fang Tianzhuo looked at him, endured. He kept raising his lips.

He Zheng put on the bandage seriously, got up to help him pull up his clothes and fasten his belt, Fang Tianzhuo suddenly hooked him by the waist and hugged him towards him, saying: "Zheng'er is more and more crying recently. already."

"Do you know why?"

"Um?"

"I was originally a ruthless and lustless immortal in the sky. After meeting you, my heart was moved. After going down to earth to experience calamities, I washed my face with tears every day, and I will be blind in the future."

Fang Tianzhuo thought for a moment and said, "No wonder I always feel that Zheng'er is different."

He Zheng was stunned for a moment, Fang Tianzhuo pulled him onto his lap and sat down, and said, "Can Zheng'er tell me what the life of an immortal is like?"

He Zheng shrank, he always thought that Fang Tianzhuo might see that he was not the original He Zheng, but now he is more and more certain that this man is too smart, and he doesn't know what he saw.

He Zheng grabbed the corner of his clothes, glanced at him subconsciously, and said, "The days of immortals are just sitting at home fighting and killing every day. Do you know what it's like to fight someone through a small mirror at home? You don't need to be afraid of death, because You can be resurrected infinitely if you die, it doesn't matter if you are killed, you can still kill it."