Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

Mo Zilan pursed his lips and squeezed out a response from his throat.

"If you want to get angry, hit me." Mo Zilan's body trembled violently.

It's painful, not tense.Fu Qing could clearly tell the difference.

"You'll be in pain too." Fu Qing mocked, "I thought you were numb."

Mo Zilan didn't speak, his whole body was covered in blood, and he couldn't stand up. He just took a few steps forward and pulled a bamboo chair.

The bamboo became dry under the attack of the magic breath, and when it was drawn across the ground, it made a piercing and sharp sound, which stimulated people's eardrums.

Mo Zilan said: "Using a scabbard won't relieve your anger...Master, it's better to use a bamboo chair."

"What are you doing?" Fu Qing asked coldly.

The person who was beaten was actually advising him, the person who beat him.

"Master, calm down..." Mo Zilan's voice seemed to have been soaked in salt water, bitter and astringent, with deep sorrow, "It's all my fault."

"Where did you go wrong?"

Mo Zilan stopped talking.

Again.With one breath hanging in his heart, he couldn't get up and down, and the smoldering turned into malice.

He didn't look at it when he came, probably the twin flower in Hanchuan Realm should be bald now.Fu Qing thought viciously.

The bamboo chair dragged by Mo Zilan was at hand, Fu Qing suddenly lifted it up and smashed it to the ground.The chair was already brittle from being eroded by the magic breath, but when he hit it like this, it immediately shattered into small pieces, and the fragments splashed.

In the chaos, Fu Qing shouted again: "Where is your mistake!"

Following the sound of the chair falling to the ground, Mo Zilan's body trembled.He finally said: "I shouldn't run around, I shouldn't kill Xiao Fengfeng."

Fu Qing didn't say a word, the aura on his body was as cold as a long-standing ice sculpture.The scene in front of him couldn't be seen clearly, so he casually grabbed a jade cup from the table and smashed it on Mo Zilan's forehead without holding back.

Blood oozes from the forehead of the young man, Fu Qing frowned slightly, but he himself looked up at Fu Qing in a daze as if he didn't notice it, and opened his mouth, his voice stagnated in his throat, unable to vomit out.

Like a fish dying.

A burst of cool fragrance suddenly approached, Fu Qing wrapped his arms around Mo Zilan's shoulders, hugged Mo Zilan, and tightly wrapped his fingertips around his shoulders.

"What are you afraid of... just say a few words, what are you afraid of!"

Mo Zilan's thoughts were suddenly disconnected. After a short period of sluggishness, he pushed Fu Qing away abruptly, panting, "Don't come here."

Fu Qing looked at him coldly.

He always felt that Mo Zilan was very stubborn, if he confronted him head-on, he would end up hurting both sides.

But I didn't expect the child to be so timid.

It's better to force it and pour out a few words.

What's more... Mo Zilan's attitude is really strange without saying anything.

Mo Zilan looked at him through the miasma, his blood-stained face half hidden.There was a red light in his eyes, and there was a daunting dark light.

Mo Zilan took a few deep breaths, and then let it out again: "If you come here again, I will kill you."

"How dare you." Fu Qing subconsciously frowned, feeling ridiculous.After being ridiculous, I was puzzled, "Why? Did I offend you?"

"You didn't!" Mo Zilan lowered his head, stained with blood, the curly strands of hair sticking dryly to the side of his face, fell off with his movements, and drooped in front of his head.

He backed away desperately, until his back hit the wall of the bamboo dock, and he sucked in a breath of cold air when he pressed against the wound, only then did he know he had to stop.

He laughed miserably: "I don't dare... Even if you are on guard against me, despise me, and wish I had never appeared, I dare not kill you. When I think of killing you, I hate so much that I almost want to give myself to Ling Chi." No. Don’t you... see that I dare not..."

He also wanted to be fierce.In front of this person, he has been worrying about gains and losses, and always feels that all this is just a dream that tempts him to sink.This feeling is extremely sad.He didn't want that either.

But he can't control it.This master is so different from before.He will get close to himself, and will put on a cold face when he is shy, much better than his previous life.

He should be content.

But he was very greedy, and he could feel the distrust emanating from Fu Qing from time to time.

Fu Qing's tolerance for herself was unbelievable, she instinctively resisted his approach, but forced herself to accept him, as if she was tolerant of a pack of gunpowder that would blow people up to pieces at some point.

He told his master, don't be afraid of him.

Master lied to him, don't be afraid.

So he was even more desperate.

He was learning how to be nice to a person, but found that the person was afraid of him.

"But I don't even know why you are afraid of me or hate me - even if I tell you, what's the use?" Mo Zilan almost yelled at Fu Qing.These words took away all his courage and warmth, and the cold and exhaustion climbed up his spine, binding him tightly.

Fu Qing didn't answer.

It should be impossible to answer.Master always has so many things to do. In Fu Qing's world, he can't even be considered a supporting role, at most he is just a passer-by.

If he hadn't become a demon in the last life, even if he died, the master would have buried him without changing his expression.

But if this is the case... why do you have to endure the catastrophe for him?

If you have no feelings for him, why pay so much for him?Mo Zilan once comforted himself like this, when the demon entered his body that day, when the master didn't push him away, he suddenly understood.

When he became a demon in his previous life, the seal of the demon domain was broken.

This sentence alone is enough to explain everything.

Master has done so much for himself, just to stabilize him and protect his world.

Fu Qing looked at Mo Zilan, the look in his eyes made him feel very strange.

It seems to be pitying something.

The air was very quiet, Fu Qing stood there without speaking, as if he was frozen, without moving a single finger.

Mo Zilan looked at him for a moment, then turned his head away, the curve of his chin half-hidden by strands of hair appeared a bit cold and hard.

With Qingyan in his hand, the red thread on Ping'an's body was slightly scorching hot, but it seemed that the places around his limbs were even colder.

Fu Qing slowly approached Mo Zilan.

"Don't hide," he said.

So Mo Zilan didn't dare to hide.Like a piece of wood, or like a string that is stretched to the extreme and is about to break.

Fu Qing slowly bent down, embraced his slightly trembling body, and let out a slow sigh.

"Mo Zilan, do you believe in destiny?" Fu Qing's arms tightened slightly, as if he thought his words were a little funny, so he gave a slight snort.

"Since you want to hear it so much, I'll tell you two things." Fu Qing tapped Mo Zilan's cheek with his finger.The anxiety in his heart was about to burst out, and he really wanted to do something to stop what he was going to say next.

But those words were like silky spring water, quickly pouring out of his throat: "First, I discovered from observing the sky... This world is a novel, and you and I are just characters in the book."

Mo Zilan rubbed Fu Qing's fingers with the wound on his forehead, sticking the blood on his hand maliciously: "...Am I a bad guy?"

"Yes." Fu Qing was so calm that even he couldn't believe it.Once you get started, there's nothing you can't say.He also hesitated before whether to tell Mo Zilan about this.It's just that I thought too much, and thought I was hiding it well, but I didn't expect it to fall into the eyes of the child.

Where Mo Zilan couldn't see, Fu Qing curled his lips mockingly.

"You are the biggest villain, and I am the master of the villain. Because the villain was jealous of the protagonist, he lost his Dao heart and became the master of the demon domain. He brought countless monsters to wash the cultivation world with blood." Fu Qing sighed softly. , "But in the end, evil prevailed, and he died at the hands of the protagonist."

Mo Zilan's back suddenly straightened.

In the brief confusion, he blurted out: "The protagonist... is He Xiao?"

The author has something to say: There is an exam tomorrow, so let’s start with these today, and rub the wings of the little angels.