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Chapter 161 Master's Tears (119)

Fu Xiaoqi's lips trembled slightly: "Please don't tell me, Master..."

Qing Wu went around and walked behind her, kicking her straight back: "Don't you have a special backbone? Who would have thought that there would be a day to ask me?"

Fu Xiaoqi's eyes were fixed, and he remained motionless.

Qing Wu hated her expression to death, she was already kneeling in front of her, yet she was so tenacious and proud.

"Fu Xiaoqi!" He took two steps forward and grabbed her hair, "You fought so desperately with me back then, and wanted to be Tianzun's apprentice because you fell in love with him, right?!"

If not for her!If she hadn't been arguing with her, she would be the head disciple today!
Then she and Mo Shangqian are brothers and sisters of the same generation, and it is only natural that they are together, everyone blesses them.

But it was because of her meddling that he and Mo Shangqian became mentors and apprentices.

At the beginning, she was young and had just begun to fall in love. She didn't understand anything. She only thought that if she liked him, it would be great if she could be with him day and night, but she never thought that this master-student relationship would become her biggest obstacle now.

Only then did I know that I made a big mistake at the beginning!But it has been irreparable.

Every time she watched her having fun with Mo Shangqian, Lingmu, Mo Ziyang, and Yulian, she would almost go crazy with jealousy.

Especially that broken fox, why did Mo Shangqian treat it so well!
"If, if you and that broken fox never showed up..."

Qing Wu grabbed Fu Xiaoqi's neck with one hand.

Fu Xiaoqi looked at her sympathetically, Qing Wu let go of her hand and took two steps back, looking up to the sky and laughing loudly.

Who is more pitiful than whom?
She once thought she was pitiful, but she never thought that Fu Xiaoqi was more pitiful than her.

Although they are both masters and apprentices, Tianzun and Mo Shangqian are completely different. She is definitely a million times more desperate than herself.

"If you want me to return this silk cloth to you, it will be the Immortal Sword Competition soon, and I want you to lose to me obediently this time."

"I promise you."

Fu Xiaoqi's voice was cold, and he still knelt motionless.

Qing Wu nodded in satisfaction, and approached her with a charming smile: "Remember, from now on, you are no longer a little uncle, but a dog of mine!"

Fu Xiaoqi was furious, he slashed with his palm, Qing Wu smiled like a flower and did not hide.

At the last moment, Palm Wind stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Qing Wu waved the silk cloth in her hand, looked up to the sky and laughed, turned and left.

Fu Xiaoqi was so angry that he trembled all over and hit the grass with his palms, causing the whole ground to shake.

Perhaps, everything is God's will.

Fu Xiaoqi buried her face in her legs in despair, and sat in a ball in the corner.

The room was dark, and there were no lights.

At this time, she wished that Xiaobai was by her side.

He patted himself on the face and tried to tell himself to be stronger, the master was poisoned and he needed to take care of himself.

Get up from the ground and run to the master's room.

"Master." She called softly, and opened the door without waiting for a response.

Jun Mo's poison was getting worse, his concentration and self-control were getting worse and worse, and he gradually didn't refuse his own blood.

Seeing Jun Mo sitting quietly on the couch, his face was completely devoid of blood, like a perfect ice sculpture.

Fu Xiaoqi leaned over and skillfully stretched out his arms.

Jun Mo didn't open his eyes, the tip of his nose brushed against her wrist, and he bit his teeth lightly, his white, transparent, paper-thin skin suddenly burst, and the blood flowed out slowly like a blooming rose, overflowing with fragrance.

Although Fu Xiaoqi couldn't smell it and could only smell blood, Jun Mo's heart was like a beast in a cage, greedy only wanting more.

Still only took a few breaths, and immediately pushed her away, fearing that she would lose too much blood because of himself.

"Master? Are you better?" Fu Xiaoqi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, feeling very uncomfortable. The master, who has always been extraordinary, has become like this for himself.

"It's much better..." Jun Mo patted her on the head, and found that she was much paler and haggard these days.

"How is the preparation for the Immortal Sword Conference? Don't be lazy if the master is not around to urge you."

Fu Xiaoqi's heart tightened suddenly, and he lowered his head unnaturally.

"Disciple has always listened to the master's words and worked hard to practice the sword. Master, you are so seriously injured by the poison, do you still need to attend the conference? Your uncle and uncle will definitely notice it. Otherwise, you should not hide it from them, right? Let's think about it together. Think of ways to!"

Jun Mo shook his head: "The sect leader must attend. If the news of my poisoning spreads, the fairy world will be in chaos. There is no cure for this poison, and your uncle and the others know that it is useless to worry about it."

"But Lan Yulanfeng will also tell Chunqiu Bubai about it."

"No, the people in Lanling Pavilion have done something wrong, she can't tell, otherwise it would be so easy to let her go."

Fu Xiaoqi nodded half-understanding: "Master, I will heal your wounds." As he spoke, he wanted to inject his true energy.

Jun Mo stopped her: "Reserve your internal strength and go to the Fairy Sword Conference. It's so late, go back to your room and have a good rest."

Only then did Fu Xiaoqi retreat.

The day of the Immortal Sword Conference is coming soon, and Fu Xiaoqi has been waiting at Jun Mo's door early in the morning.

"Xiaoqi, come in."

"Yes, Master." Fu Xiaoqi went in, with two dark circles under his eyes, because he didn't sleep well all night.

Seeing Jun Mo's long hair still loose, he walked behind him and picked up the comb.

"Master, let me come!"

Jun Mo nodded.

Fu Xiaoqi took his long hair with his small hands, it was as smooth as before, and he didn't need to comb it at all, but he tied it into a simple and beautiful bun in a moment.

Jun Mo looked into the mirror, and suddenly remembered how clumsy she was when she tied up her hair for the first time, and couldn't help feeling warm in her heart.

"Let's go!"

"Master!" Fu Xiaoqi walked up to him and raised his arms.

"No need for Xiaoqi, it's still too early to be poisoned."

"I'm afraid that the master will not be able to hold on, and the uncle and the others will see it."

Jun Mo lowered his head and saw his own tooth marks all over her wrist, feeling a little distressed.

Fu Xiaoqi quickly withdrew his hand, and raised the other one: "Why don't you change the other one?"

Jun Mo gently took her left hand to her lips: "Your right hand will be used to control the sword later."

Like the kiss of a butterfly, the cold lips were pressed against it gently.

Fu Xiaoqi's heart was flustered, he lowered his head and dared not look at him.

Every time at this time, it is the most difficult moment for her.

Just the fact of feeling the blood in her own body rushing into his made her heart beat wildly.

After a while, Jun Mo let go of her, and gently stroked her wrist with his hand, erasing the scars left on her one by one.

Fu Xiaoqi felt sad. If he knew what he was thinking, he would never be able to care and love him like a child without defense.

She doesn't want to be hated by her master, so even if she dies, she can't let him know!

Everything went smoothly at the Fairy Sword Conference.

Standing beside Jun Mo on the high stage, Fu Xiaoqi saw Qing Wu proudly raising her head and smiling at herself, her heart felt as if millions of ants were biting her.

(End of this chapter)