soul repair

Chapter 106 Main Story

Song Guzhui pushed the door open, and the person on the bed turned around as if startled.Standing behind him was a young disciple who looked as if he was combing Mo Zhongxian's hair. Song Gu followed suit and said, "Comb it well, it's more tidy than yesterday."

The young disciple was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he replied in a daze: "Yes, it's been a long time, and it's the first time he's willing to have his hair combed."

Mo Zhongxian lowered his head silently, but his heart was beating wildly.

The disciple tied up Mo Zhongxian's hair hanging on both sides of his ears, tied it with a white belt, and changed into a clean white dress.People say that if you want to be pretty, you should be filial.Although his body was still thin, the temperament brought by the white clothes was comparable to that of a disciple of the Hua family. Mo Zhongxian sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes half down, blushing nervously.Song Guzhui looked at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled and boasted: "It's pretty good-looking."

The disciple went out and closed the door behind him.

Mo Zhongxian twisted his belt, his fingers were still tensely bent, Song Guzhui sat in front of him, grabbed his hand, and gently pulled it away.The palms of his hands were covered with sweat, his nails were scratched red, and there was a little skin in the corner.

It's only when you're scared, but when you're scared, no one cares about it, let alone comfort it.Other people who were locked up also had all kinds of strange habits. Some people would bite their fingers when they were afraid, and the blood was dripping from the bite. It's nothing.

Song Guzhui stretched out his ten fingers, and slowly pressed the acupuncture points on his hand.Mo Zhongxian looked blankly at the ground, spiritual energy slowly poured in, it was very comfortable, as if being rubbed by cotton.Song Guzhui wanted to ease his emotions, so he blushed suddenly, and drew his hand back into his embrace with his fingers curled up.

"How old is this year?" Song Guzhui searched in his heart for a long time, and found a sentence that was neither painful nor itchy and would not offend anyone.

"Eighteen." Mo Zhongxian finally spoke, but his lips trembled slightly.

"It's so small, it's still a child." Song Guzhui chuckled softly.

Mo Zhongxian blushed and wanted to refute, but Song Guzhui's laughter stopped suddenly, and he stood up from beside him and walked to the window.Mo Zhongxian couldn't see him, and didn't know what was wrong with him, and he didn't dare to ask any questions, so he just sat there silently.After a while, Song Guzhui still didn't move, Mo Zhongxian waited all the time, finally, there was a slight panting sound from the window, and Song Guzhui sat down in front of him again.

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Zhongxian looked into the darkness uneasily.Something was wrong with Song Guzhui, how could he walk away suddenly without warning?He stood by the window for more than half an hour, what was he doing?

"Nothing. I didn't do anything, did I?"

Mo Zhongxian's face changed suddenly, and he opened his mouth slightly in a daze.How could Song Guzhui not be aware of what he had done?He has seen and heard of people like this, and there are quite a few in the Red Sandalwood Palace!

"what's up?"

"Does anyone else know?" Mo Zhongxian's voice was hoarse.

"what do you know?"

"You gave people the medicine to turn them into puppets."

Song Guzhui's breathing became a little messy, and he said in silence for a long time: "They don't know yet, and I haven't told them yet."

Unknowingly, Mo Zhongxian's eye circles turned slightly red: "That, that, I never heard that there is an antidote."

"Well, don't mention it to others." Last night, he tortured two red sandalwood envoys, and searched in the elixir shop in the red sandalwood palace for most of the night, and finally healed the excruciating pain.But no matter how much you ask, no one knows how to undo this drug that makes people lose their will.The man in black has been lying to him from the beginning to the end, he will become a puppet if he does not do anything, but even though he has known it for a long time, when he really knew it, his heart sank.

Mo Zhongxian shook his hand nervously: "How long has it been?"

Song Guzhui looked down at him, and smiled suddenly: "More than two months." He kept this matter in his heart and said nothing to anyone, even Sanchen only knew that he had been poisoned, but didn't know that he would become An unconscious puppet.Not only is it useless to say it, but it will also make Sanchen and Ji Qingyan worry and feel guilty, but this matter is depressing after all, and no one can talk about it for so long, and Mo Zhongxian guessed it unexpectedly.

It's been almost two months, how long can he be sober?

Song Guzhui deliberated for a long time, and said: "The person who devoured seventy or eighty altars of souls is a little older than you by two years, and he is a bit mischievous. He is not as obedient as you, but he is also a kind-hearted person. I have grace, you saved my life back then, don't you want to save his apprentice's life?"

Not only does he not want to help others, but he also asks them to kneel and kowtow to beg him.Mo Zhongxian lowered his head in panic: "He was the one who sent me to the Red Sandalwood Palace."

"Back when you practiced soul art and killed people, you were sent to the Red Sandalwood Palace to save your life. None of us knew that the Red Sandalwood Palace was such a place. Can you blame him? Didn't he also send you to the Red Sandalwood Palace a few days ago? Rescued from the cave? If it weren't for him, would you be able to sit here dressed so nicely?"

Mo Zhongxian didn't speak for a long time, only the word "good-looking" remained in his ears, and even his neck was red.Song Guzhui said again: "I heard that you forced the Lord of the Third Palace to kowtow to you."

"No!" Having already disappointed him once, Mo Zhongxian didn't dare and didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, so he said in a hurry, "I'll say anything, and I'll tell him whatever he wants to ask."

He looked like a puppy who had made a mistake, covering his head and shrugging his ears to please him, Song Guzhui's heart moved slightly, his hands itched a little, and he touched his red ears from anxiety.Mo Zhongxian immediately calmed down, his earlobes were numb from his touch, and he opened his big eyes blankly.

That appearance is really cute, even though she is skinny and has prominent cheekbones, Song Guzhui still thinks this ignorant appearance is terribly cute.He put his hands away just enough, adjusted his breath and said seriously: "In this case, I will ask the third palace master to come and question you."

Mo Zhongxian was a little at a loss, listening to Song Guzhui standing up in front of him: "Are you leaving?"

"Guan Lingdao has been in a coma for many days, and he is in danger. We must find a way to revive him first."

Mo Zhongxian seemed to be hesitating to speak, he stumbled and said: "Actually, I was talking nonsense, I don't know how Yan Wu saved me at that time, I just said that for the sake of Qingyan."

Song Guzhui looked at him without saying a word.

"Don't be angry." Mo Zhongxian got up anxious and twisted his clothes belt, his fingers were twisted into twists by the slender belt, "Although I don't know how he will save me, but I know where he will take me to save me .”

"where?"

"The place where he usually practices."

The soldiers divided into two ways to track down the two incidents that have not been found for several days, and they were connected together by an unremarkable boy like this. It is really unbelievable to say that there is no providence in the dark.Hua Luochun was not much slower than Ji Qingyan. After getting the news, she came to see this blind, lame, and thin child who would collapse in the wind that afternoon.

In the past, Mo Zhongxian would not even give Ji Qingyan a straight look, but today Song Guzhui is standing next to him, he is like a little vicious dog tied by the neck by his master, even if he is very courageous He dared to bark at him, but just shrank his head towards Song Guzhui.Shi Knock looked dumbly at the young man who was still complaining and wishing everyone to die a few days ago, and thought that there are some people in this world who are like this, they are selfish, don't understand righteousness, and don't care about how others are doing, but If someone can give them some warmth, it would be heartbreaking to ask them to die.

"He said that after devouring the souls of seven or eight altars at that time, he lost his mind and didn't understand for a long time. He remembered some fragments intermittently, and his body went to a strange place with darkness around him. In water that was even colder than ice. After that, he was half awake and half asleep, and he didn’t know how long he had been soaking in it. He only remembered that the sea of ​​air flowed into a warm current, and the pain in his abdomen was much better at that time. He was soaked in the water again, I went back and forth several times, and at last I don’t know when Yan Wu carried me out from that place.”

Ji Qingyan asked: "How to get to that place, is it in Red Sandalwood Palace?"

Mo Zhongxian still didn't want to talk to him, so he whispered to Song Guzhui: "I don't know how to get there, and I don't know if I'm in the Red Sandalwood Palace."

Hua Luochun said: "How do you know that is where Yan Wu practiced?"

"That place is rich in aura, and the fragrance of pills and spirit grass is everywhere. Where is it that he cultivated? The aura in the Northern and Southern Dynasties was low, and no one could practice, but he occupies such a good place." These words are still aimed at Song. What Gu Zhui said was in a bad tone, but he restrained himself a lot, and he didn't dare to show his usual evil appearance.He really still doesn't want to talk to these people, let him be beautiful and prosperous, let his cultivation level attract others, no matter how powerful it is, what does it matter to him?His heart is too small to accommodate so many people.

Song Guzhui now knows that it is difficult to be a human being, and it is even more difficult to have such a loyal follower who does not care about the occasion. He said embarrassingly and humbly: "He has been tortured by Yan Wu for a long time, he is not understanding of the world, and he speaks disrespectfully to others. I hope Patriarch Hua will not be the same. He cares."

These words sounded a bit reprimanding, but what they meant was to treat Mo Zhongxian as one of his own and apologize to Ji Qingyan and Hua Luochun on his behalf.Mo Zhongxian felt happy for some reason, blushed all of a sudden, and secretly went to pull Song Guzhui's hand again.

How could Hua Luochun care about what such a little kid said, and asked, "Where is that place?"

Mo Zhongxian showed a hint of confusion: "I think it's in the Red Sandalwood Palace. He didn't go far. After he threw me into the water, he went out to talk to someone. I didn't hear clearly, but it seems that some disciples told him matter."

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