Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Zhao Xuan obviously noticed the pause in Wen Xuan's words, but he didn't care. He just stared at Wen Xuan with a smile.

He thought that Wen Xuan, who had not ascended to the demon world, was really... so cute.

No matter what he does, he is clean and uncontaminated by the world, and he is not as cold and full of hostility as when Zhao Xuan encountered him before, as if he was a living dead crawling out of a mountain of corpses.

He couldn't feel a trace of the vitality that a living person should have from Demon Lord Wenxuan. That dead look in his eyes seemed to have been tempered by the most desperate and terrifying things in the world.

Therefore, he will no longer have expectations or hopes for anything, and his eyes will naturally be empty and dead.

It's not that Wen Xuan didn't notice Zhao Xuan's gaze, but he didn't bother to ask questions at this time. He suppressed his discomfort and used a small magic to repair a few shaky boards.

As for the window paper, it appeared out of thin air and was stuck on the windows. The house was soon tightly protected.

Although Zhao Xuan has tried very hard to forget the itching of allergies on his body, how can allergies be so easy to endure?

Especially since he also ate peach blossom petals.

Even though he repeatedly used his cultivation to eliminate the itching on his neck, his fingers still involuntarily rubbed his neck and forehead repeatedly.

But... this time the situation is obviously more difficult than Zhao Xuan imagined. The more he uses his cultivation to suppress it, the faster the allergies seem to spread...

At first it was just his neck, but as he used his cultivation to suppress it, it began to spread downwards, to his shoulders... arms, and then to the back. He felt a faint itching in his waist.

Wen Xuan repaired the broken parts of the cabin, and when he turned around, he saw Zhao Xuan frowning slightly, with his hands on his waist, looking ready, so he immediately stepped forward to ask.

"what happened?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan's frown eased slightly, but it was only a little better, not completely relaxed.

He looked directly into Wen Xuan's eyes, his smile still unchanged, "It seems that I have done something bad. I just tried a few spells, but the allergy has spread to my waist. Now... I'm afraid my upper body is covered with red bumps."

Wen Xuan was startled, and his eyes reflexively looked down, stopping at Zhao Xuan's waist.

He quickly came to his senses and realized that there seemed to be something wrong with him staring straight at Zhao Xuan's waist like this.

Although, he couldn't tell why it was wrong. After all, they were both men, so it should be nothing...

But he just wasn't used to it, and he always felt that he... seemed to have offended Zhao Xuan invisibly.

However, even though he withdrew his gaze, a strange and absurd idea still appeared in his mind involuntarily.

Zhao Xuan's waist is so thin, but it is not slender like a woman's, but has a strong and thin body. At first glance, he does not have a soft physique.

Then came another thought - this should be able to be held with one hand, right?

As soon as this idea came to his mind, Wen Xuan clenched the long sword in his hand fiercely, and the veins on the back of his hand popped out, which was enough to tell that under his calm appearance, he was not actually that calm!

"Then... what should we do now?" Wen Xuan turned his eyes away and stopped looking at Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan thought for a while and started to untie his girdle without saying a word, as if he was going to take off his clothes if he disagreed with him. Wen Xuan was so frightened that he turned his back to him.

"...You...what are you...doing?" Wen Xuan couldn't speak properly. Feeling his own clumsiness and panic, he wanted to bite off his unsatisfactory tongue, but he stuttered at this moment.

Isn't this... not self-inflicted?

Zhao Xuan glanced at Wen Xuan, who couldn't wait to turn his back, and couldn't help but chuckle, "I just want to see if it's serious."

Wen Xuan said, "..." Then there's no need to take off your clothes when you come up...

He wasn't mentally prepared yet.

Wen Xuan had forgotten at this time that they were both men, so what did he need to be mentally prepared for?

Zhao Xuan's clear black and white peach blossom eyes seemed to accidentally glance at Wen Xuan's red ears, and said again, "If you don't like it, then I won't take it off."

Wen Xuan was startled. He didn't expect that Zhao Xuan would take off his clothes if he didn't want to, especially when he heard the sound of giggling behind him. It didn't sound like he was taking off his clothes, but more like he was putting on clothes.

This made him say almost instinctively, "No!"

Perhaps because he was speaking a little hastily, he almost turned around to look at Zhao Xuan. Fortunately, he turned around halfway and quickly turned back after reacting.

Although he didn't completely turn around to see Zhao Xuan, Wen Xuan's peripheral vision still... accidentally glanced at something he shouldn't have seen.

For example, he was a little curious before...a strong waist.

(⊙o⊙).

Well, it's a bit white and has abdominal muscles. It looks very powerful at first glance.

Zhao Xuan hummed. This voice didn't sound like a normal response. There was a hint of confusion in his voice. It was more like he was wondering why Wen Xuan suddenly said no?

Wen Xuan cleared his throat and tried his best to forget those scenes that should not be remembered in his mind.

"What I mean is that you can watch it if you want. You don't need to... worry about me."

The pause in the middle made Zhao Xuan laugh silently. He thought that this meant that Wen Xuan couldn't see it, otherwise he would have been even more embarrassed.

"I... I think so, but I can't see the condition of my back. If you don't help me, I..." Zhao Xuan sounded a little helpless.

Wen Xuan's hands unconsciously clenched the wide sleeves of his robe, and the long sword in his hands had been put away at some point. This unobvious movement was extremely conspicuous in Zhao Xuan's eyes.

"That...that, that..."

I'll help you?

After several words in a row, Wen Xuan just didn't say the words that came to his lips.

He had been celibate for more than ten years, and his emotions had never experienced such great ups and downs. It was clear that the person behind him was a man who was not much different from him, but he couldn't calm down in his heart.

The word "help" is easy to say, but not easy to do!

Zhao Xuan smiled lowly, as if he didn't want to embarrass Wen Xuan, "It's okay, I just put on my clothes. If you're not used to it, I won't force you."

Wen Xuan, "..."

If Wen Xuan lived in another world and knew what Internet words were, he would immediately understand what Zhao Xuan said...it seemed innocent, but in fact he was talking about "green tea".

"I can." Wen Xuan took a deep breath secretly. He didn't know that most of his face had turned red. He was heartbroken and turned to face Zhao Xuan.

Seeing this, Zhao Xuan couldn't help but chuckle, "How are you going to help me like this?"

Wen Xuan turned around, but his eyes were tightly closed and he was unwilling to open them. He didn't look like he was trying to help Zhao Xuan look at his posture.

Zhao Xuan's words forced Wen Xuan to open his eyes...

Wen Xuan glanced at the area below his neck in panic, then his cheeks turned red visibly, and he panicked into Zhao Xuan's eyes, which were as bright as stars and smiled.