Brother is always slapping his face

When Mo Zhannan came to look for Xue Wenlin's residence, the master suggested that Mo Zhannan pack his luggage and move in with him.

"Master, I'm a disciple, so why bother you." Mo Zhannan postponed in every possible way, reluctantly.

Seeing that, Xue Wenlin was furious in his heart, took a few steps closer, looked directly at Mo Zhannan's clear and innocent glazed eyes, and said bluntly, "After you talked with Jia Jingyu just now, after you left, you didn't know that he looked at you with nothing Undisguised, creepy, no, you have to move in with me right away, live with him, and sooner or later something will happen."

"Master, what's the matter?" Mo Zhannan felt that what the master said was exaggerated, his ears were hot, his cheeks were reddish, and he defended with a voice like a mosquito.

Who are you showing this shy look to, there is really no silver 300 taels here! ! !

Xue Wenlin simply said angrily: "Since you like him so much, then when the time comes, how about I capture him to be your confinement?"

Hearing this, Mo Zhannan frowned in astonishment, and said repeatedly: "How can that be possible, master, senior brother is unrestrained and unrestrained, if he is like that, he is too...too wronged him, I think... um... I think it should be... ..."

"What do you think it should be?" Xue Wenlin squinted, folded his hands on his chest, and patiently threw bricks to attract jade.

"I think... um... I think it should be two kings standing side by side and sharing the world." Mo Zhannan's tone was affirmative, with infinite yearning to say what was in his heart.

"What?!" Xue Wenlin was so angry that he was out of breath, he pointed at Mo Zhannan, and couldn't even speak fluently, "I just said it casually, you still...you still Seriously, okay, okay, the royal family of the Demon Race is always affectionate, I really don't know whether to cry or laugh?"

Master's words brought Mo Zhannan back to reality, and he immediately shut his mouth tightly, and stopped talking, and the more he said, the more mistakes he made.

Xue Wenlin took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and continued: "You think that Jia Jingyu will accept your love when the time comes, but you are destined to be people from two worlds with him. !"

Seeing his dejected look, Xue Wenlin sighed: "Even if there is only a sliver of life, I never gave up. I know that in times of crisis, the princess and the son-in-law will find ways to protect you even if their souls are lost. I have dived into the magic city countless times." The old site, using the blood curse, I want to continue with you and find a way to save you, but I have never succeeded. Zhan Nan, I am the one who cares about you most in this world. No matter what happens in the future, I will follow Left and right, never give up. You know that?"

Master, I know that everything you do and every word you say is for my own good, but I can't lie to myself, I can't control my heart, sorry.

Under the supervision and company of Master, Mo Zhannan returned to the room and silently packed his things.

At this time, since the master returned to Linlang Peak, the disciples were all practicing in the practice field, and they dared not be lazy.

So, they went back to the room to pack their luggage without disturbing others.

At night, when Jia Jingyu came back from Jiuding Peak, he took out his key and opened the door. It was deserted and desolate. Mo Zhannan's bed was empty, except for a half-new and not old board.

What about people?Where did you go?Why is it gone?

Jia Jingyu hurried to the next room, dragged a shirtless disciple who was standing by the door to enjoy the shade, his eyes were like eagles, and he asked eagerly, "Do you know where Mo Zhannan went?"

Kong Cao shielded his chest, and said nervously, "Jia...Senior Brother Jia...you...let me go first."

The disciples in the room hung their heads and looked out the door. They all shed tears of sympathy for Jia Jingyu. They went to Jiuding Peak to practice swordsmanship for a day. The master’s sternness is well known. As a result, when he came back, he moved away, and he still hasn't said hello to him.

Jia Jingyu also noticed that the juniors in the room were watching them, so he lost his composure, let go of Kong Cao's arm, and said in a slow voice, "Junior Kong, do you know where Mo Zhannan went?"

Kong Cao still kept his arms crossed and said cautiously, "Senior brother Jia, brother Mo, he moved to the room of the master."

"What?" Jia Jingyu frowned, turned and left.

Everyone saw him leave like a gust of wind, and two disciples strode over and started talking with Kong Cao in a low voice.

Jia Jingyu felt lost in his heart.Mo Zhannan, you come and go when you say you want, without even saying hello, do you think my room is a vegetable market?

Rushed to the master's residence in a hurry, and vaguely heard the voice of speaking.

Jia Jingyu's steps froze, and he hid under a vigorous and dense pine tree and looked in.

The sun is setting, and the sunset is mottled, and through the window, it casts a faint afterglow.

Mo Zhannan had newly washed his long hair, and sat on a mahogany stool, holding a small bronze mirror with engraved patterns in his hand, looking left and right.

And their master, Xue Wenlin, stood behind him with a wooden comb in his noble and elegant hand as he usually plucks the strings, combing his long hair gently and carefully.

The picture is too beautiful, too dazzling.Jia Jingyu couldn't help shrinking his eyes, revealing a bit of resentment and unwillingness, his complexion became serious, and he clenched his fists.

At this time, Xue Wenlin glanced out inadvertently, and Jia Jingyu quickly hid inside, not wanting to be discovered by him.

Mo Zhannan also took a look outside, but did not see Jia Jingyu.

Xue Wenlin straightened Mo Zhannan's head, smiled softly and said, "Don't move around, your hair hasn't been combed yet."

I couldn't stand it anymore, Jia Jingyu felt bad.Came quietly, and left quietly.

As soon as he left, Xue Wenlin naturally knew that he had quietly left. He glanced sideways at the pine tree where he was hiding just now, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Master, I'll do it myself. If I think about it, the senior brother has already returned, and I have to go find him." Mo Zhannan looked in the mirror and said.

When Xue Wenlin heard this, he felt very unhappy.

Why doesn't this kid get in the oil and salt? Last time I spoke so earnestly and said so much to him, he listened with his left ear and came out with his right ear.

So, knowingly, he asked, "What are you going to do with him? It's best if you don't mess with the river."

Looking in the mirror full of joy, Master's displeased face was reflected, and Mo Zhannan realized that he violated Master's taboo again, and shouldn't mention his senior brother - Jia Jingyu in front of him.

Anyway, the master just doesn't like the senior brother anyway.

Mo Zhannan knew that this was all due to him.Once upon a time, in Linlang Peak, Jia Jingyu was the most trusted disciple of the master. Even if the master was not around, he had full power to take care of all matters, big and small. Now that their master-student relationship is estranged and unharmonious, the senior brother may feel disappointed?

So, Mo Zhannan obediently kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word.

At the bottom of the cliff of thousands of ghosts, I have suffered for ten years, and there is not even a person to talk to.I don't know anything about the sophistication of the world and pondering what's on my mind. It seems that I still have a lot to learn.

It wasn't until Master took a change of clothes to take a shower in the clean room that Mo Zhannan left quietly, looking for his senior brother Jia Jingyu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Before leaving, he still didn't forget to go with his master at the foot of the mountain, and entrusted someone to buy two fresh and delicious fairy peaches specially brought back for him.

Mo Zhannan returned home like an arrow, like a gust of wind, he returned to the love nest where he and his senior brother used to face each other day and night, oh, no, the cozy hut.

However, without the beauty junior, the room was deserted, and Jia Jingyu was alone, lying on the wooden board he had slept on and howling, howling desolately like a lone wolf at the moon.

Leaning against the door, Mo Zhannan was startled, stepped forward quickly, and patted Jia Jingyu's firm back.