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

The different marks on his body were so intertwined that it was impossible to tell which one was caused by allergies...and which one was Wen Xuan's masterpiece?

The most conspicuous thing should be the two bite marks on the back of Zhao Xuan's neck. These two bite marks actually overlap, so the marks that were not serious at first look like they are swollen.

Wen Xuan had not noticed the traces of this place before, otherwise with his current thin-skinned temperament, he might have become angry again for a while.

Zhao Xuan bent his fingers together and raised his hand to receive some water. The water quickly flowed away from the gaps between his fingers.

Rather than speed, he cared more about the feeling when the water touched his hand, as if it was wrapped in some invisible resistance. However, this resistance was very gentle and did no harm.

The water in this illusion is too real. If you want to break it, you must use your cultivation.

But continuing to stay here is obviously not a good thing. Not to mention that there is no food here, and they have no way of knowing the passage of time.

No matter what method they use, they must get out. No matter how high the cost, it is better than continuing to stay here.

Wen Xuan, who came back from the shower, had some water on the end of his hair that was still wet. It was impossible for him to use magic for such a trivial matter. After all, if he used magic everywhere, it would be troublesome at a critical moment.

Zhao Xuan found an unused pure white handkerchief from his treasure bag. He was not used to the methods in today's world of cultivation that used magic to solve problems with just a wave of hands.

After experiencing so many worlds, he prefers to do things himself, which gives him a different sense of accomplishment.

Therefore, when he saw Wen Xuan who had not dried his hair, he waved to Wen Xuan without saying a word, motioning for Wen Xuan to come to him.

As soon as Wen Xuan's eyes touched Zhao Xuan's peach blossom eyes, he couldn't help but think of the emotions that flashed through those peach blossom eyes at certain special moments. It didn't look like crying, but more like...a hazy smile.

This made his earlobes turn red involuntarily. Faced with Zhao Xuan's wave, he subconsciously paused for a moment before walking over.

"doing what?"

Wen Xuan asked, his eyes falling on Zhao Xuan's hand holding the white handkerchief.

He had noticed it a long time ago, but he couldn't guess Zhao Xuan's intention with the white veil, so he hesitated for a while.

Zhao Xuan gently stretched out his hand to pull Wenxuan. In fact, he didn't use much force, but the moment Wenxuan's hand was grabbed by Zhao Xuan, it was as if someone had locked his acupoints and allowed Zhao Xuan to pull him to the ground. Sitting...

Wen Xuan, "..."

Zhao Xuan was neither surprised nor surprised. Today, Wen Xuan is an extremely innocent novice, cute and simple, with a pure and pure mind.

The fact that he didn't push him away before showed that he still had a good impression of him. Zhao Xuan believed that he... had successfully poached him and occupied a special position in Wen Xuan's heart.

Wen Xuan was suddenly pulled to the ground and sat down. He was not a mysophobia in the past, but he didn't like sitting on the ground very much. He seemed to have suddenly lost his memory and couldn't remember anything about how he didn't like sitting on the ground.

Let Zhao Xuan pick up the handkerchief and wipe the water drops from the end of his hair.

Zhao Xuan's movements were very gentle, as if he was treating the person he cherished most, for fear that if he moved harder, Wen Xuan would be hurt.

Wen Xuan could clearly feel the tenderness from Zhao Xuan. His mind was still a little confused at first, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised, and the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated and became clear.

The two of them sat quietly on the floor one behind the other. The bed... collapsed a long time ago. It was caused by magic. Wen Xuan couldn't see the... messy look, so he gently moved his fingers to remove the collapsed bed. The bed boards all disappeared.

Only those... clothes that seemed to be evidence were left. The two of them had tacitly ignored these clothes, as if they didn't see them, and as if they hadn't thought about how to deal with them, so they could only put them aside for the time being.

Wen Xuan thought for a moment, then moved his fingers, making all those silent and inexplicably flamboyant robes disappear before their eyes.

Naturally, this disappearance was not a real disappearance, but was received by Wen Xuan...in his treasure bag.

He couldn't explain why he did this, but he did it subconsciously.

After wiping for an unknown amount of time, Wen Xuan heard Zhao Xuan whisper, "It's done."

Wen Xuan turned around, somewhat implying that there was no three hundred taels of silver here, and explained, "I got rid of those clothes because... they are not easy to wash. Anyway, I have other clothes here. If you don't have any more, you can Ask me for it.”

Zhao Xuan actually didn't care whether Wen Xuan disposed of the clothes or secretly "collected" them himself, and he had no intention of asking. However, when Wen Xuan explained this, the corners of his lips immediately raised into a meaningful smile.

A faint smile that seemed to have seen through everything, but did not reveal anything, "Oh, okay."

When Wen Xuan saw Zhao Xuan's smile, he instantly realized that his words were getting darker and darker, "..." He shouldn't have spoken.

To divert attention, he continued, "I'll wipe your hair."

Zhao Xuan didn't care, his hair would be dry if he didn't wipe it, but if Wen Xuan was willing, he naturally had no reason to refuse.

Therefore, before Wen Xuan finished speaking, he saw Zhao Xuan decisively put the handkerchief that he had used to wipe his hair into his hand quickly, "Okay."

Wen Xuan, "..."

If he let it go, it wouldn't be good to regret it. Besides, Wen Xuan had never done anything contrary to his promise. Therefore, facing the veil that Zhao Xuan quickly stuffed in his hand, he just froze for a moment before asking Zhao Xuan to turn around and give it to him himself. He wiped his hair.

Zhao Xuan turned around and saw Wen Xuan...Unfortunately, he immediately saw the mark on the neck, a clear imprint, two overlapping, so obvious that he couldn't even pretend not to see it!

With such fresh... traces, it is obvious who left them on Zhao Xuan's neck.

Wen Xuan unconsciously clenched the corner of the white handkerchief with his fingers. He was stunned for a while, then raised his hand to wipe Zhao Xuan's hair...

Obviously, he has absolute talent in his cultivation, but when it comes to hair drying, he is the worst student.

Zhao Xuan's movements when wiping his hair before were so gentle, but his movements were so stiff. Those who didn't know better thought he was slashing with a sword.

Wherever his fingers brushed, there would always be a few black hairs on the handkerchief. However, the man whose black hair was pulled off not only did not shout, but still let Wen Xuan practice indifferently.

If Wen Xuan hadn't seen the hair that he tore off from the veil, he would have been made to wonder if he was hallucinating because of Zhao Xuan's calm and calm look!

Wen Xuan felt a little guilty and explained in a low voice, "Sorry, it's my first time wiping my hair, so I'm not familiar with it. I'll pay attention to it later."

It was clear that Zhao Xuan had no accusations, but he just felt guilty.

Hearing this, Zhao Xuan chuckled, "It's okay, I think it's okay. You take your time."