Come on, Master "General Attack"

Papa papa?

Although Bai Wenmo didn't understand what the word meant, but seeing Wei Zonggong's actions, he naturally understood what he wanted to do.

Still smiling, Bai Wenmo raised his hand and grabbed Wei Zonggong's wrist.

"My lord," he propped himself up, watching the man retreat little by little in order to avoid him, Bai Wenmo's voice was light and ethereal, "It's still as... cruel as always."

The cheek was touched gently, Wei Zonggong subconsciously wanted to stay away from Bai Wenmo, and saw Bai Wenmo sitting up and began...to undress.

As the clothes slipped off one by one, some slightly pale skin was exposed to the air.

Wei Zonggong could only use his face paralyzed to keep himself from shouting.

"You..." What are you going to do!

Taking off all his shirts, Bai Wenmo's body was exposed in front of Wei Zonggong.

Wei Zonggong was speechless.

This body was tightly bandaged.

With an unreal smile on his face, Bai Wenmo tore off the gauze on his chest as if he couldn't feel any pain.

Almost instantly, blood gushed out.

Wei Zonggong felt the cold welling up from the bottom of his heart, he could even feel his fingers trembling.

But Bai Wenmo didn't seem to notice his emotions, and smiled at him, "Master, when I was retreating, I suddenly felt so desperate." He seemed to be telling a story, "I don't even want to come out, because I know... Lord, don't want to see me."

Wei Zonggong opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"But I really want to see the king so much." Bai Wenmo's tone was calm and strange, "As long as I think of the king, I don't want to die."

"White……"

"My lord, why do you hate me so much?" Bai Wenmo asked him with a smile.

Wei Zonggong couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted him angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Ah, I made the king unhappy again." Bai Wenmo gathered up his clothes, but there was still a smile on his face, "The king must want me to disappear."

"Bai Wenmo, you crazy!" Wei Zonggong cursed, and then shouted outside the hall, "Come here, treat the wound!"

"My lord," Bai Wenmo pressed his wound and stood up, "If you do this, I will misunderstand you. You are worried about me."

"What are you acting in!" Wei Zonggong really didn't like Bai Wenmo's attitude, as if he didn't care about his own life or death at all.

Bai Wenmo blinked, "Your Majesty, you really don't believe me."

Wei Zonggong bit his lip, but did not answer.

Bai Wenmo didn't seem to mind, "I forgot, the king thinks my blood is dirty." He turned around and walked towards the door, "I'm going to stop the bleeding."

Wei Zonggong watched him leave blankly, unable to find his words for a while.

Bai Wenmo like this made him very, very uncomfortable.

It's like something is stuck in my heart, it's not up or down, it's uncomfortable.

Lying back on the bed, Wei Zonggong no longer felt sleepy at all.

Between the lines of Bai Wenmo's words, there was a feeling that Wei Zonggong couldn't believe.

Frowning, Wei Zonggong's mind was in a mess.

What a joke!

How could Bai Wenmo treat me...

I won't believe it.

There must be some conspiracy.

Wei Zonggong turned over and nodded with self-affirmation.

If only it were true.

Should I... promise him?

When Xiaobai is not sick, he is super cute, gentle and easy to push down...

Nonsence!

What are you thinking!

Can you YY Xiaobai!Xiaobai still has a whole rear attack group!

Cut, Long Yan and the others, how can they be worthy of Xiaobai...

If it were Xiao Ye, he wouldn't force Xiao Bai to do those shameful plays!

The young master must be the best attacker in the world!

Papa Papa Bai Wenmo, it won't make him hurt!

Wei Zonggong's thoughts began to diverge again at some point.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

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The sound of water echoed in this space, and the steaming heat of the warm water filled the room, and a figure could be vaguely seen.

The man closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the pool, as if he had fallen asleep.The edge of Mo Yu's pool made his skin white as paper.His head was full of black hair, floating on the water surface in strands. His face was exquisite and impeccable, like a seductive and depraved evildoer, making people unconsciously want to approach and touch him.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and straightened his body expressionlessly.

At that moment, the baleful aura that filled his eyebrows and eyes destroyed the seemingly harmless temperament just now, but it made him even more obsessed, even though he knew it was dangerous.

But soon, he put away that gaze, smiled, licked his lips, and walked out of the pool step by step.

He took a blue robe from one side of the screen and put it on casually, not caring that his chest was exposed in the open front, walked to a mirror and sat down, picked up the human skin mask placed on the table with one hand, The action is easy to master.

After a while, an ordinary-looking young man appeared in the mirror.

Looking at the face in the mirror, he seemed dissatisfied, so he picked up a strange-looking pen in one hand and wanted to draw on his face.

His eyes were too serious, he only focused on his own face, without any distraction.

"Yu Nie, the young master welcomes you."

A sudden voice sounded, his hands shook, and the disguise on his face was scrapped.

Closing his eyes, he tore off the disguise with a blank expression, and slowly placed it on the table.

Turning his head suddenly, his smile was too bright, if one ignores his movement of searching for poison in his sleeve, "Puppy, you didn't go to patrol the master's house, you came here, heh, you want me to make soup Well, it does have the effect of nourishing Yang Qi..."

With a cold face, Bai Yu repeated, "The young master summoned you." He suddenly thought of something, and changed the subject, "How is his injury?"

"He," Yu Nie narrowed his eyes, "he can't die."

Bai Yu frowned, wanting to ask something else.

"Yu Nie! Sue to death!" Following the roar, an indigo blue figure rushed in at such a high speed that the sword gleaming with cold light almost pierced into Yu Nie's chest.

Yu Nie's complexion did not change, and even the arc of her smile did not decrease in the slightest. She waved her sleeves casually, and the figure fell down.

Bai Yu frowned even tighter, looking at the man lying on the ground who was being trampled mercilessly by Yu Nie, he said coldly, "What's wrong with Su Yuzhu."

"It's too annoying, so," Yu Nie stepped on Su Yuzhu's back fiercely again, her voice sounded painful, "Take some medicine."

"When will he wake up?"

"Hmm..." Yu Nie thought for a moment, then laughed, "I don't know, maybe he's dead."

"..." Bai Yu looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand, then at Su Yuzhu lying on the ground, and choked out a sentence, "Remember to collect the corpse."

Yu Nie pretended not to hear, and changed the subject very naturally, "Let's go, Bai Wenmo is still waiting."

Bai Yu looked at the chatterer lying on the corpse, and said, "Fix him first, and I'll report back to the young master." Saying that, Bai Yu walked out of the room.

After Bai Yu left, Yu Nie kicked Su Yuzhu who was lying on the ground, with a smile on her face, "Don't pretend to be dead, or try my bottle of medicine again."

Su Yuzhu sat up in an instant, yawned, and stretched out her hand to Yu Nie, "The play is over, you can give me the wages."

Yu Nie simply threw a porcelain bottle to him, "Once a day, within five days #朝四# will be released."

Rubbing his eyes, Su Yuzhu seemed very sleepy, even his voice was slurred, "You quack doctor," he yawned again, and walked out of the house like a ghost, "Wait for me .”

At the door, he turned his head suddenly, his voice was still vague, "I don't know what you're planning, but it's better to stop as soon as possible, lest the bamboo basket is empty."

Raising her eyebrows, Yu Nie's smile widened, but her eyes were full of coldness, "Oh? This is the warning from Lord Danchen?"

"...It's a premonition."

After saying these three words, Su Yuzhu stopped staying and left.

Yu Nie, who was standing there, lowered his head, his expression unclear.

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Wei Zonggong opened his eyes again, and in front of him was...a mess.

The once magnificent Feiling Palace seemed to have been stepped over by an army, and it no longer had the grand appearance it had before.The ground was bumpy, the walls were uneven, the carved pillars were cracked and mottled, the throne fell to the ground, and the fox fur on the seat was stained with dust.

It's hard to imagine how resplendent and resplendent it was in front of this miserable palace.

Wei Zonggong opened his eyes wide and forgot to speak for a while.

Supporting his knees, Wei Zonggong stood up slowly, staring at the tragic situation in Feiling Palace in front of him, silent.

His eyes swept over one by one, and suddenly stopped.

It was a somewhat thin figure, sitting with his hands folded on his knees beside the overturned throne, with his head bowed and his body curled up, like a child, with his black hair hanging down, covering his face.

The robe that the man was wearing was covered with blood, and the moon-white robe was stained with a little crimson, giving off a strange and poignant aura.

The pupils shrunk slightly, and Wei Zonggong walked towards him subconsciously, even with eagerness.

Knelt down beside him, stretched out his hand, but did not move for a long time.

"Bai..."...Bai Wenmo.

The man with the lowered head raised his head slowly, but his pupils were not focused, and he looked dazed. He blinked his eyes, as if he was still in a dream, and his voice was blurred, "...Who are you?"

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and grabbed Wei Zonggong's throat. His expression didn't change at all, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, his expression was expressionless, and his words were even vague, "I know you. You are...you are... ...but I know you...you are..."

With clueless words in his mouth, his hands kept tightening.

Wei Zonggong held his wrist, trying to stop his movements, but to no avail.

The feeling of shortness of breath came up.

Wei Zonggong looked at Bai Wenmo who seemed to be in a trance, for some reason, he felt that his expression seemed to be about to shed tears at this time, but when he looked closely, he never showed any expression, as if the appearance of wanting to cry was just own illusion.

The hand on the neck is still tightening.

Bai Wenmo... what's wrong?

Wei Zonggong was surprised at what he was thinking at this time.

"Your expression is rare."

Being dragged away from Bai Wenmo's shackles, Wei Zonggong turned his head and met a pair of dark eyes that implied dark emotions.

Wei Zonggong felt his head cleared up in an instant, and he laughed, "Isn't this General Longyan, you really have the time to save me."

Long Yan looked at Bai Wenmo who fell on the ground with a blank expression, and said in a toneless voice, "It's just a matter of time."

"Hehe." Wei Zonggong is not in the mood to fight wits with him now, he just wants to know, "What's wrong with Bai Wenmo."

The corner of Long Yan's mouth raised an almost invisible arc, but it was not because of happiness, but because of anger.

He took a step towards Wei Zonggong, looked at him condescendingly, and said something lightly, but to Wei Zonggong it was like a dagger, "You should ask yourself."

what?

It seemed that Wei Zonggong's expression was too stunned, Long Yan sneered, "Because, he became like this, all because of you." Long Yan rarely showed some emotion, "Scrophulariae, you killed Bai Wenmo."

The first time I saw that rare and clean boy, I will never come back.

I... killed him?

"No!" Wei Zonggong blurted out, maybe even he himself didn't know what he was refuting.

"Heh." Long Yan looked at Wei Zonggong, and said something rare, "If you hadn't ridiculed him back then, how could he have tried to become stronger by any means; if you hadn't killed him, how could his temperament have changed drastically. Both physically and mentally damaged; if you didn't want to leave again and again, driving him to a dead end..."

Long Yan's voice became colder and colder, "Scrophulariae, Bai Wenmo will eventually die for you."

Incorrect!

It's all wrong!

Wei Zonggong clenched his fists, his body trembling.

"You!" Wei Zonggong blushed, not hiding his emotions.

Long Yan looked contemptuously, "What about me?" He shifted his gaze back to Bai Wenmo, "Bai Wenmo is also stupid," he said in a low voice, "I dare to do anything just to hang my life and toss you. "

Wei Zonggong's expression was blank for a moment.

"You lied to me!" Wei Zonggong seemed to be talking to himself rather than talking to Long Yan, "I won't believe it, absolutely not."

"Did you hear that, Bai Wenmo?" Long Yan's eyes were full of mockery, "You are really ridiculous."

Wei Zonggong subconsciously went to look at Bai Wenmo, but saw that he seemed to have regained his sanity and tried to stand up, but failed.

Bai Wenmo met his gaze and slowly smiled.

"Long Yan, you don't have to be like this." His tone was as calm as stagnant water, "Of course I know how the Lord treats me."

Wei Zonggong felt his heart throbbing.

I go……

Bai Wenmo, you...

It's a pity not to be an actor!

Young Master is almost moved by you.

But you climbed the wall in front of your home, obviously colluding!

There was no fluctuation in the young master's heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

Ok.

Absolutely not abused.

Wei Zonggong thought so, and in the blink of an eye, he felt transparent liquid slipping out of his eyes.