Medical scum wants to cultivate immortality

Mo Wenshuang turned her eyes away from his lips, her face was indifferent, but the tips of her ears were secretly a little red.

"Master Shuang, I haven't eaten yet." Luo Zhiyu touched his finger, feeling a little cold.The other party hid, with a little nervousness in his eyes.With this hook, he made an inch of it, stretched out five fingers to cross with him, and held it against the back of Mo Wenshuang's hand, "Would you like to have dinner with me?"

Mo Wenshuang first raised his head and glanced at Shen Wulan, he thought about Luo Zhiyu taking a bath with him a few days ago, whether this heartless person would confess to his close brother!It's such a shame.Shen Wulan's performance did not disappoint him, she had an expression that I knew everything and it was too late to pretend I didn't know.

A red face appeared instantly.

He twisted his hands to shake off Luo Zhiyu.Then suddenly his eyes panicked, he saw the position of the moon, and it was about to be Haishi!

Yun Ling pushed Luo Zhiyu away, turned around and walked quickly towards the bedroom.

"Young Master Shuang! What are you doing so on time when you're sleeping? I just came back! Don't you want to say something to me?" Luo Zhiyu pulled his sleeve with a serious face.

Mo Wenshuang frowned slightly, his expression was suddenly sharp and cold, and he revealed two words without words: Let go!

Luo Zhiyu paused, but his grip was even tighter!

"I don't! I haven't seen you for a long time! Can't I just stay with you for a while? It's you who promised me that I won't cause trouble in Feiling Realm. Be obedient, you allow me to come to Fangfei to look for you, and you don't care previous accusations..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard his muffled humming in pain.

Mo Wenshuang's cry of blood pulled him away, and a dark red bloodstain lay across Luo Zhiyu's chest.

Shen Wulan was shocked, caught the people who retreated again and again, and said in a panic, "Luo Zhiyu! Master Shuang, you?"

The three faced each other in the courtyard.The air seemed to freeze.

The corners of Luo Zhiyu's mouth were bloodshot, with an expression of disbelief: "I...what did I do wrong? Because of the...previous thing, you feel sick when I touch you, don't you?"

Mo Wenshuang looked at the blood-dripping whip in his hand, pursed his lips, moved his Adam's apple, and swung his wrist towards him.

"Hiss..." The sound of the flesh being torn apart was exceptionally clear, the wound on his chest was deep, and blood gushed out instantly.Mo Wenshuang glanced at Luo Zhiyu guiltily, and then entered the bedroom with an unblameably sad and cold expression.

"Bang" the harsh sound of closing the door.

"Click" the door latch was locked.

"Mo Wenshuang!" Luo Zhiyu covered his wound and his eyes were red, "I don't mind if you hit me, I should hit you! What is it if you hit yourself? Give me back?" He broke free from Shen Wulan's pull, and desperately patted open the door.

There was nothing but the reverberation of his utterly incomprehensible voice.

"Son..."

"How many times have I said this, don't call me son! You don't like to call me senior brother, just call me Luo Zhiyu, Luo Zhiyu, Luo Zhiyu!" He was extremely irritable, and Shen Wulan had never seen him so violently. .The wounds on his body were gushing blood in clusters, which was very dazzling in this night.

"Okay, Luo Zhiyu, you come back to the dorm with me, I have something to ask you. Mr. Shuang is resting, let's not disturb him, okay?" Shen Wulan looked at him as if he was about to cry out of grievance, and felt that he was about to cry. Both distressed and sad.

This guy is emotional.But he doesn't seem to realize it.

"Okay...I won't bother him. I'll come back tomorrow."

Luo Zhiyu bit his lip, feeling wronged in every possible way, he turned his head away to prevent Shen Wulan from seeing it.

He was so miserable that he survived what he thought was the longest five days in the Feiling Realm in 18 years. He greeted extremely annoying people with a smile on his face and told lies for five days, all because of Mo Wenshuang's exhortation.

Now it can be regarded as seeing someone, but he was severely whipped.That heart was so hard that it cracked open, why is it so uncomfortable?Feeling like never before, never before!

But the saddest thing is that in order to make up for it, that person whipped himself and hit him so hard that the bones could be seen in the wound.

Why did Mo Wenshuang lose control at that moment?Is sleep that important?

He didn't know how he got back to the dormitory.It was when the wound on his body was irritated by the medicine powder that it hurt even more, and he found himself lying on the bed, and Shen Wulan bandaged him with a worried expression.

"Brother Shen, is it a little late for him to get angry? Is it because he was so hot that he didn't have the energy to hit me before, is it to blame me?"

"I contacted him in Feiling Realm. If he hated me, he could ignore me. Why did he tell me to be obedient? It's because he didn't want me to cause trouble for Mianwu Realm, right?"

"I think he treats us differently. He likes us to go to him, but he doesn't say anything. It turns out that I was wrong. He may have bothered me long ago."

"But I'm very happy when I see him. I just want to make him happy too. I can't help but want to touch him. His hands are cold. Why doesn't he know that it's windy at night and wear more clothes?"

"Brother Shen, I feel uncomfortable, especially uncomfortable."

Luo Zhiyu kept talking, depressed.

"Alas..." Shen Wulan treated the wound, covered him with a quilt, and said very seriously, "Don't you feel that your attention to Young Master Shuang is a little stronger?"

The person on the bed narrowed their eyes, "What do you mean?"

Shen Wulan: "Want to be friends with him?"

Luo Zhiyu: "Yes."

Shen Wulan: "How can we overcome the difference in status?"

Luo Zhiyu is a little impatient, he doesn't like this kind of restraint, everyone is flesh and blood, but they have different identities, so we have to distinguish between high and low, and draw a clear line!

He said, "Young Master Shuang has never used his identity to overwhelm anyone, but he is superficially indifferent, and many people don't understand him."

Shen Wulan: "Do you understand him?"

He choked back a sentence, and was speechless for a while.

Shen Wulan guarded the medicine stove at the side, the sparks in his eyes jumped: "You like him, do you know that?"

Luo Zhiyu: "I know, I keep telling you that I like him, don't you too?"

Shen Wulan turned to look at him: "It's not the same. Luo Zhiyu, it's impossible for you, don't get too deep." After a pause, he said again, "I hope you feel pity for him because you feel sorry for him, But don't get mad."

"Love?" Luo Zhiyu's pupils shrank.

The night is full of stars, and some people are sleepless.There is always a faint fragrance of apricot blossoms and lotus flowers in the air, entangled in Luo Zhiyu's heart and mind.He sneered, how could Fang Fei's exhausted smell drift so far.No, it's not Fang Feijin's smell, it's Mo Wenshuang's, the tactile sensation of interlocking his fingers is incomparably clear, the lingering smell that has been absorbed by it, won't go away for a long time.

That's right, I'm in love.Without realizing it, the roots of love were planted!

Luo Zhiyu leaned on the bed with a complicated expression.

It's been almost five months since I've been here in Mianwujing, thinking that apart from cultivating, I spend most of my time thinking about Mo Wenshuang, and whenever I get a chance, I go to pester him.

At first it was because of curiosity, Bingzhazi's character, Bingzhazi's "dumbness".

and after?It's because of sympathy, I have been in contact with him more times, and I am unconsciously affected by the aura he brought out, filled with sadness.That person doesn't know how to take care of himself, he doesn't care about warmth or coldness.Sometimes like an ignorant child who needs to be taken care of but stubbornly refuses everyone to approach.

Now, Luo Zhiyu couldn't figure out when he cared about him so much that he didn't see him for a day, and the food and lodging were tasteless.However, if you already care about it, you won't take it back.Tomorrow, he was going to explain clearly to Mo Wenshuang, to tell him clearly what he wanted!

Also tell him that in the bath, he was not impulsive, but his heart moved first!Luo Zhiyu carefully recalled the events of that day, and he understood very well that the fire in his heart was not a straightforward desire, but a accumulated liking.

The body is more honest than the heart, but the authorities are obsessed, and Shen Wulan is clear.

"Brother Shen... I know you haven't slept, and I know you're worried about me." Luo Zhiyu's dark eyes were shining brightly.

"Hmm." The person on the opposite bed responded softly.

"I'm going to do something tomorrow that will change my whole life." Luo Zhiyu's tone was relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

However, Shen Wulan could hear the posture of a strong man who is gone and never returned.

"What are you going to do? Go back to Penglai?"

"Go and tell Young Master Shuang that I like him very much."

"……Then?"

"If he rejects me, I'll be a bachelor for the rest of my life! My father scolded me to death and I won't get married anymore!" Luo Zhiyu said childishly.

"...Isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"Well, I wish you failure!" Shen Wulan turned over and thought about this guy's current state, as if, as if he was playing house!It seems that my guess about his love affair is not up to standard, maybe I moved a little bit, if I was rejected, I might be decadent for two days, and I would think about it.

"Thank you~" Luo Zhiyu also lay down, touching his wound, thinking what should I do if the person who will definitely not heal his wound loses too much blood?

Early the next morning, Shen Wulan went to practice and asked for leave for Luo Zhiyu.The teachers and disciples in Mianwujing all know that he has many unspoken privileges here, and Master Fengxue doesn't care much about him. Who would be an annoying person to manage him?

Luo Zhiyu ran away to Fang Feijin before dawn.

A piece of apricot blossom gently swaying, the fragrance is wanton.The sun that has not yet risen reveals a gentle pink covering half of the sky.Mo Wenshuang waved the crying blood.

The white clothes and white whip melt into the sea of ​​white flowers, and the gentle light on his face is a little hazy.The deserted expression was also stained with gentleness.Such a picture, if it is frozen, must be stunning in the world.

Luo Zhiyu watched him do morning exercises quietly, admiring him, but also feeling distressed.

On his white clothes, there are bright red peonies blooming.

"Master Shuang! Don't you feel hurt? I brought medicine, so I knew you wouldn't heal yourself!" Luo Zhiyu couldn't stand it anymore!

How much blood can a person have to bleed!The blood man when we first met, the sword piercing at the Feiling Realm, and the whip wound last night, the total was less than five months, and he was injured three times, all of which were serious!Ordinary people are like this, they can't get out of bed for a long time.He is still practicing martial arts!It's really relying on my own good health and spiritual power, so I don't care about myself, right?

When Mo Wenshuang heard the voice, she stopped, turned her wrist lightly, and retracted the whip.He looked at Luo Zhiyu's slightly pale lips, thinking about the whip last night, the whip was whipped a little hard, perhaps even [-]% or [-]% of his cultivation was taken away, and a look of guilt oozes faintly in the cold.

But how can a person who has just started cultivating endure.He opened his mouth to say sorry, but didn't say it.He is not used to talking anymore, for 15 years, 15 years, he has never said anything to anyone, even the two older brothers, Feng Xue, will not speak unless they have to.

It seems that talking is an impenetrable barrier, just like the barrier he set up, no one can get in.

Only, Luo Zhiyu.

This is not blocked by his enchantment, this is the only person with a foreign surname who made him say a few words.