Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

But even though he worked so hard, Mo Zilan's voice still sounded a little crying.

Fu Qingqi said: "Don't cry, I'm not afraid of you."

Mo Zilan stared at him, and it took him a long time to understand what he meant.

He asked rather strangely: "Aren't you afraid?"

Fu Qing nodded.But there is some strange feeling in my heart, slightly like hair scratching in my heart, but I can't ignore it.

Mo Zilan tilted his head unsurprisingly, his messy hair slid down his thin shoulders, just like his soft tone: "Well, you're not afraid."

"..." Fu Qing thought, why did he have the illusion of being coaxed like a child.

Mo Zilan knew that Fu Qing was coaxing him into treating him like a child.

Fu Qing was always concerned about his future, he was busy and didn't want him to be troubled by his physique.

Master is wholeheartedly creating for him the dream he most longed for in his previous life.If I was at that time, I might be able to accept his love and live a good life.

But Mo Zilan has been the shadow of Fu Qing for a hundred years, he knows too well the fragility and helplessness under Fu Qing's indifferent appearance.Every time Fu Qing shook off the blood from the tip of the sword and set foot on the return journey alone, he seemed too lonely.

He might be a little more greedy than he thinks.Fu Qing always taught him how to stand up when he was trembling.Occasionally, he also thought about it, to soothe Master's trembling.

But as soon as he got close, Fu Qing hid very hard.Mo Zilan was really at a loss.Perhaps it is best for him to leave Fu Qing's world.

But then he would go crazy.Without Fu Qing, how could Mo Zilan survive in this world.

Mo Zilan took the wine glass, poured more than half of it, and handed it to Fu Qing.

"I don't like drinking." Fu Qing flatly refused.

Mo Zilan shook his head firmly, still staring at him.That kind of earnestness, it seems that if he doesn't drink this wine, he will stare at him for the rest of his life.

Fu Qing had no choice but to explain to him: "Alcohol can make the sword unstable."

Mo Zilan still looked at him.

Fu Qing looked at him with a fixed expression, half helpless, half funny.

The smell of alcohol was too strong here, and Fu Qing felt that his mind was a little unclear because of the smoke.Otherwise, why would he think of reasoning with a drunk?

I can only say something besides, to distract the drunk man's attention, and let him not pester me.

"Why did you suddenly drink alcohol?"

Mo Zilan's eyes were still dull, and he murmured: "It hurts..."

Fu Qing's heart seemed to be hurt by something for a moment.

He asked, "What hurts?"

Mo Zilan didn't say anything this time, he just raised his wine glass closer.It means, if you don't drink, I won't speak.

This alcoholic also blackmails people.

Fu Qing confronted him for a while, the mellow fragrance of Zui Qianxian surrounded his body, hanging on his mind.He felt like he was going to get drunk just by smelling it.

"You... there should be a day when you don't need to hold a sword." The young man looked at him seriously.

Fu Qing laughed, just thought it was ridiculous: "I don't hold a sword, monsters are slaughtering everywhere, and mortals will suffer innocently, what should I do?"

"The monster... will disappear." Mo Zilan half closed his eyes to hide the pain in them.

After thinking for a while, Fu Qing suddenly understood what he was hurting.

This child is also a monster, coming from the same source as those ugly things in the Demon Realm.When getting along with Mo Zilan, Fu Qing will always forget this point unknowingly.

Mo Zilan didn't want to look at him anymore, but he still held the wine glass in front of Fu Qing.A pot of fine wine moved slightly, and a spirit flower fell on the tree, and a trace of the petals was floating on the transparent liquid, scorchingly gorgeous.

Slender fingers, skin color is porcelain white.The sleeves are half covered, and even the veins are as green as jade.In that body flowed red blood that was brighter than the red stripes on Mo Zilan's clothes.

It really doesn't look like a monster, and it's different from others.

In his heart, Mo Zilan has probably always been special.Fu Qing thought.

The petals rippled in the wine glass, and Fu Qing remembered in a daze that Qin Lefeng also likes to drink.He coveted Yu Shaozi's Zui Qianxian for an unknown period of time, but he has been intimidated by Duan Qingchuan all the time, and he has evil intentions but no courage.

This kind of good stuff can't be all cheap, Mo Zilan.Fu Qing was driven by this thought, and in a strange way, he took the wine glass from Mo Zilan's hand, and took a sip from the side of the glass.

Rich in spiritual energy, nourishing the bones, it is indeed the ultimate good thing.

It's just that the aura of this wine is so rich, it's just the opposite of Mo Zilan's bones that originally belonged to monsters, isn't it?

Every time you take a sip, your bones will be damaged even more.How could Mo Zilan not be in pain after drinking for so long!

Fu Qing grabbed his hand and said coldly: "Don't drink."

But Mo Zilan raised his head slightly and smiled at him.

Just a few days ago, the kid would have had to try and try and lift his head up before he could see his face.It was almost up to his chin now.

Fu Qing forgot what he wanted to say for a moment, and said indiscriminately: "Don't you like to laugh?"

Mo Zilan just laughed, so happy that Fu Qing could clearly see it, but he didn't want him to understand it clearly.

Until Mo Zilan couldn't help but glance at the wine glass in Fu Qing's hand.

"Did you add something to the wine?" Fu Qing said casually.

Mo Zilan answered quickly: "No."

To cover up.Fu Qing thought.

I don't know the source of the anger, and it rises along with the power of the wine, and the burnt person is confused.Fu Qing pinched Mo Zilan's chin, forced him to look up, and poured all the remaining wine into his mouth.

The fingertips seemed to ignite a flame, and the wine was poured on it, but it became hotter.

Mo Zilan blushed, broke away from Fu Qing's shackles, bent over and coughed heart-piercingly.

"Really added something?" Otherwise, why would the reaction be so violent.

Mo Zilan coughed, raised his head, and shook his head desperately.The smile on the corner of his lips has not disappeared until now.On the contrary, it became more and more obvious.

He pointed to the small table next to their knees.

A clean wine glass, placed upright in the middle of the small table, has never been moved.

Fu Qing: "Did I drink from the same glass as you just now?"

And kissed his lips.A sly light flashed in Mo Zilan's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up even more.

"Is that why you are laughing?" Fu Qing's anger was quenched by a basin of cold water, and he suddenly felt absurdly powerless.

Mo Zilan looked at him with a smile.The blush on his face had just dissipated, but after hearing Fu Qing's words, it seemed to burn again.

His celestial beings don't know the filth in his heart, and are confused and frank.But this is his way of life.Licking honey with the tip of the knife is as sweet as cane.

Fu Qing looked at the joy in Mo Zilan's eyes, and felt that no matter how good the wine was, it was just dross.The originally good child not only turned bad when he was drunk, and loved to tease others, but also became dull, unable to answer three questions.

It's not that it's not cute at all.

Mo Zilan actually wanted to tell Fu Qing, not only that, after Master sipped the wine, he used the wine glass again.

So after being "tricked" by him, Master gave himself to him again with his own hands.Unexpected joy, overjoyed.

Fu Qing stretched out his hand, wanting to look inside Mo Zilan's body: "You haven't told me why you suddenly want to drink."

"Because...it hurts." Mo Zilan's eyes were blurred, and he still wanted to break free from Fu Qing before pouring another glass of wine.

Fu Qing pinched his wrist tightly, this time he was really angry.Angry at him for acting willfully and recklessly, and also angry at himself for not being clear in his altar, knowing that he was drunk, he forcefully poured him a glass.

Mo Zilan struggled, but seeing no effect, he said aggrievedly: "Don't worry about me... Mo Zilan should never be ignored."

When he was a child, he couldn't see it, but when he was a teenager, Mo Zilan made such an aggrieved expression, and his agility was a little seductive.

"He hurts so much, there is only one alone. Even the smallest bug dares to bite him, and beggars laugh at him. Some people say they want to help him out of the darkness, but they give up halfway and throw him back. It didn't hurt that much, but outside It's so comfortable. I don't want to go back, it hurts to go back..." Mo Zilan seemed to be remembering the past, his eyes were distracted, as if his eyes were covered with a black cloth.

The demon breath in his body is everywhere, and he is fighting with the aura of Zui Qianxian.Fu Qing pierced in with spiritual power, carefully bypassing the injured root bone, and helping him repair his meridians.

"Then I won't return." Fu Qing used spiritual power in his words.The firm voice hit Mo Zilan's soul like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, "I am here, who dares to throw you back?"

Mo Zilan blinked his eyes, his throat moved, he hesitated to speak.He had a lot of words, stuck in his throat, stuck, unable to speak or swallow.

In the end, only a short, vague sentence came out.

"... hug me."

But Fu Qing felt that the words in Mo Zilan's heart were "help me".

When others reach out to him for help, Fu Qing usually does not arrange everything properly as that person wishes.

He is not a magician who can cover the sky with one hand, and he can't do all the tricks, so he can only use a method that may make the person feel painful to get him out of the predicament.He will not pick up a fallen person, but tell him how you can get up.

The same is true for Mo Zilan in his previous life.Teach him, try to let him take his place, stand at the top, and be worshiped by thousands of people.

But this child in this life is so different.

Maybe he is different.He has been drinking today, and his mind may be a little unclear.

When he realized it, he had already embraced Mo Zilan in his arms.

Maybe it's because of a change in body shape. Before, he just felt hot, but now he could feel the trembling under the boy's skin, and the chaotic but powerful heartbeat.

The child was clearly showing it to him.I'm still alive, please help me.

Mo Zilan's reaction was extremely slow, and after a while, his arms hanging in the air were tightly attached to Fu Qing's body.A little hot, making people uneasy.

The moment his arms were close together, he seemed to regain consciousness suddenly, struggling desperately: "Don't touch me!"

Fu Qing didn't let go of him, and asked him what happened with a breathy voice.

"Leave me alone..." On the one hand, he was attached to the warm embrace, but on the other hand he was desperately in pain, Mo Zilan didn't know whether he should push Fu Qing away, or follow his own heart.

But Fu Qing, who had always avoided him, was silent at this moment.

"You're drunk, you go back and rest."

Fu Qing remained motionless.

Mo Zilan squeezed his palm hard, resisting Zui Qianxian's drunkenness with pain.

He was a little anxious: "If you don't let go, I will..."

"So what?"

The voice was still indifferent, but it was tainted with a layer of laziness because of the third part of drunkenness.

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