Medical scum wants to cultivate immortality

The rustling white apricot blossoms were blown down by the morning breeze, and slowly swirled down, like fluffy snowflakes, clean and beautiful.There was a light layer of white on the ground, and seven or eight petals hung on Mo Wenshuang's hair, like a fairyland beauty, making people unable to move their eyes away.

Luo Zhiyu walked towards him, stood still in front of him, smiled brightly, and tiptoed to help him remove the petals from his head.

Mo Wenshuang took a step back, seeing the instant disappointment in Luo Zhiyu's eyes, he took this step back again.She lowered her head slightly to let him pick the flowers.

"Master Shuang, set up a barrier to block the wind." He was warmed by the actions of the person in front of him.

Raising his hand, a white light appeared, and the barrier surrounded the two of them.

"I'll help you apply the medicine, and take off your clothes first." With the sudden tearing off of his clothes last time and scaring him, Luo Zhiyu carefully discussed this time.

Mo Wenshuang lowered her eyes, with obvious rejection in her eyes.

"I've asked you many times why you were injured and died, and I think I'm annoying. Well then, I'll accompany you." As he spoke, he opened his clothes and took off the gauze on his body one by one.

Crying blood pressed against his hand, and Mo Wenshuang stopped him from continuing.

"You don't love yourself, I love you." Luo Zhiyu looked at the blood, not hiding his thoughts.

He clearly saw that the hand holding the crying blood was tightened.

"Can I...can I call you by your name?" Luo Zhiyu reached out to Mo Wenshuang's clothes, and tentatively opened them up.

The opponent moved his body, but did not object.He nodded in response to his question.

Luo Zhiyu raised his eyebrows and smiled, as if he had received some great gift.He looked into Mo Wenshuang's eyes, with long eyelashes drooping, and his eyes moved slowly with his hands that unbuttoned his clothes.

"Mo-Wen-Shuang." He yelled very softly, slowly, and accurately, as if mispronouncing a word was a kind of blasphemy, "Mo, Wen, Shuang."

With another sentence, he took out the medicine and applied it to the deep wound on Mo Wenshuang's chest. From smiling just now, he turned into tears.

"Does it hurt? Why beat yourself, it will take ten days and a half months to heal. Remember, don't get wet or wind." He gently touched the wound with his fingers.

Mo Wenshuang looked down at the blood-stained area covered with white powder, a little reluctantly, but also a little grateful.

He looked sad and said in his heart: This is what I should bear, these are far from enough.Allo...

"I can probably guess why I'm not blocked by your enchantment." Luo Zhiyu melted the one-inch long red sword under his slightly wanting to know the answer.

Mo Wenshuang didn't feel any disturbance, and thought: You know.

"It's your thing, isn't it?"

The man nodded.

Luo Zhiyu smiled: "I thought you were a girl back then."

Mo Wenshuang glanced at his lips, and thought: I thought you were a wild girl who spent summer picking lotus in the pond.

"Do you still remember what I told you back then?" Luo Zhiyu suddenly became serious.

Mo Wenshuang was a little dazed, but seeing Luo Zhiyu's expectant eyes, he refused, thought about it, and nodded.

Luo Zhiyu was happy, and grabbed his wrist: "I'm serious!"

What serious?The other party was indifferent.

"I like you very much."

A moment of silence.

Luo Zhiyu stared fixedly at Mo Wenshuang's slightly trembling eyelashes, fingernails kept clasping his palms, and kept praying in his heart: Don't refuse!Don't say no!

Hearing Luo Zhiyu's words, Mo Wenshuang glanced at Luo Zhiyu very contradictoryly.

Like...can I have friends?Ah Luo, I also like that you often come to accompany me...but I...don't deserve your liking.

He slowly raised his hand to caress Luo Zhiyu's head, his eyes showed the look that a palm master should have when treating his disciples.

"No, it's not like this!" Luo Zhiyu grabbed his hand, "Don't look at me like an elder! What I like about you is that I want to be with you every day, talk, eat, and do things together Like anything!" Luo Zhiyu became anxious.

Mo Wenshuang wrapped up her clothes and put away the barrier.Walk past him without responding.

Failed?Rejected?Luo Zhiyu felt like a mountain collapsed in his heart, although he had prepared for such a result early in the morning.

"Mo Wenshuang, do you think I'm disgusting? Can I come to Fangfei to look for you in the future? If you don't like me, I won't mention it in the future. However, in the past three years in Mianwujing, you can't Don't ignore me!" He shouted towards the back of Pian Ran.

Like an abandoned child, making his last prayers.

After shouting with all his strength, he felt a little dizzy for a moment, the wound on his chest was painfully pulled, and his heart was as chaotic as a group of snakes coiled.

Exhausted, Luo Zhiyu half knelt on the ground.He felt like a fool, how few people in this world would like the same sex like his two grandfathers.They will be together calmly regardless of the exclusion of the world and the eyes of others.

It's fine if you like someone secretly, so what's the point of running over to take the humiliation of yourself?But just to tell him, so that I don't regret it?what about now?No regrets, but added unspeakable sadness?

His hands dug deep into the soil, biting his lip.A pair of spotless white shoes appeared in front of his eyes, Luo Zhiyu suddenly looked up at Mo Wenshuang who couldn't see any emotions: "Mr. Shuang..."

Mo Wenshuang squatted down, picked up his left hand, facing him with his index finger, a wave of spiritual power was slowly sent into Luo Zhiyu's body.

Soon, Luo Zhiyu felt much lighter and regained his physical strength.The wound doesn't hurt as much anymore.But Mo Wenshuang didn't intend to stop.

"Enough...I'm better."

"Shhh." Mo Wenshuang continued to concentrate on infusing him.

"You... what are you doing? Are you cultivating for me?" Luo Zhiyu felt that the spiritual power in his body was abundant, and the golden core that had just taken shape in his dantian was extremely hot.

He pulled out his hand, but his wrist was tightly grasped and he couldn't move.He was anxious, "You are still wounded, why do you give me so much cultivation? Be careful of hurting your vitality!"

Suddenly his throat tightened and he couldn't speak. He was banned.

"Hmm! Mmm~~~ Mmm!!" He stood up abruptly, trying to break free from Mo Wenshuang's hand.

But he was pushed hard by the opponent onto an apricot tree, suppressed with his elbow, and continued to infuse spirits.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!" He shook his head vigorously.

Mo Wenshuang met his gaze slowly, with oppression and warning: don't move.

Luo Zhiyu was a little frightened by his demeanor, and stood obediently.Mo Wenshuang hardly made eye contact with others, and was even a little afraid of eye contact with others.Unless when he was angry, the sharpness in his eyes was completely different from the gentleness and indifference in the usual, which made people feel shocked from the bottom of their hearts.

He obediently let Mo Wenshuang cross the cultivation base to himself. He who had cultivated to the third level was [-]% removed yesterday by the crying blood and fell into the second level. Now that he has broken through the fifth level, Mo Wenshuang has not stopped yet. the trend of.The highest level of cultivation is the thirteenth level, a height that many people can't reach in their lifetime.But the cultivation of the person in front of him had already reached the highest level, and he could feel that there were two different spiritual powers in the cultivation that Mo Wenshuang passed on to him.

A person has two kinds of spiritual power in his body, and there is only one situation, which is what he is experiencing now.Someone survived his cultivation.

He remembered what Zhuang Yan said in Lingshuang Palace in Feiling Realm: "Master Fengxue, I heard that the aura in your fourth brother Mo Wenshuang's body is not only his own~ when he was young quilt…"

He was cultivated by others when he was a child?

Mo Wenshuang finally let go of him, slightly sweating on his forehead.

Luo Zhiyu had a rough feeling, and now he is at the eighth realm!

sky!I am afraid that if I have studied hard and practiced hard for three years and three years in the Mianwu Realm, I will not have cultivated to this level!

"Young Master Shuang...you...?" He was really surprised, this person, this person?Why…

He suddenly panicked, "You want to drive me away?"

Mo Wenshuang was a little confused.

"I came here to cultivate immortals. Brother Shen once laughed in front of you that I was lazy every day, and I expected to learn something. I don't know how I came here and how I will go back after three years. Then I said boldly, I am three years old. You have to cultivate to the eighth realm within a few days! If you can’t, I won’t leave! You remember that, right now! You’re recklessly crossing over to the eighth realm with your injuries, just to tell me, Luo Zhiyu, your goal has been achieved, It's time to leave! Is it??"

That's right, Mo Wenshuang remembered that he said that he wanted to cultivate to the eighth level.But when he crossed his cultivation base, he just felt that his impulsiveness hurt him too much last night and wanted to apologize.

"Do you hate me so much? Is it because I didn't restrain myself from touching you? Then you can tell me directly, tell me yourself! What are you doing for me with so much cultivation? Alms from the sect? Are you afraid that I will be ridiculed by the people in my hometown?" Luo Zhiyu's eyes were red, and he was hysterical as he grabbed his wrist.

Mo Wenshuang stared blankly at his opening and closing lips, tinnitus continued, and he could vaguely distinguish his aggrieved tone, as if something was gently grasping and pinching in his heart, he actually felt a little distressed for this little self. year old child.

"Ayu..." Elder brother...he ignored Luo Zhiyu's questioning eyes, and seemed to see a little boy with a white headband behind him, with the same expression, looking at himself, his face was distorted, bleeding from seven holes, Open your mouth and whine and howl!

Luo Zhiyu looked at him suddenly in a trance, with a sad expression, and his heart tightened.

Mo Wenshuang ran over to the boy in an instant, but in vain, there was nothing but the apricot blossoms that had been rolled up by his movements, whirled up and down, and landed on the ground again, trembling a few times, before returning to calm.

"Ayu...brother..." The voice was faint.

Luo Zhiyu only heard "Ayu".

"Are you calling me?" He helped Mo Wenshuang who had collapsed on the ground, not knowing what was wrong with him.

Mo Wenshuang's eyes were filled with tears, but they were fixed there as if they couldn't get out of their sockets.Under Luo Zhiyu's constant calls, the slack pupils gradually focused. He glanced at Luo Zhiyu with some confusion, and muttered: "Ah Luo, let's go..."

This sentence was so light that it was like a sharp sword stabbing into Luo Zhiyu's body. He slowly let go of Mo Wenshuang's shoulders, stood up more slowly, clenched his hands, and nodded self-deprecatingly, "Okay." …good!"

He took out the little red sword, touched it repeatedly, and handed it to Mo Wenshuang.

Mo Wenshuang looked at it with complicated eyes, then shook his head.

Do not take it back?

"A man who dislikes my masculinity has been wearing it for 15 years, isn't it disgusting?" Luo Zhiyu smiled wryly, "I'm sorry."

He summoned the wooden sword and flew away quickly.

Autumn is windy and cold. Although this barren landscape is not affected by the seasons, the temperature does not change much from year to year, but the wind and rain are still out of control.There are always some months that are still a bit cold.

Apricot blossoms flew all over the sky, falling on Mo Wenshuang with the irregular wind.

He looked at the direction where Luo Zhiyu disappeared and stared for a long time.

I let you go because I was afraid that I would hurt you, and I had already whipped you. I was afraid that the more I got in touch with and the more familiar I was, the more whips would hit you.

A Luo, these days, I seem to have found what is looking forward to in you, and I feel that I will also experience what is, a trace of happiness.

You know, every time you come, I... feel that this beautiful sky will be brighter, and every time you leave, I feel a little empty in my heart.

But... I don't deserve it.I don't deserve your liking, whether it's being friends with me, or if you want to talk to me, eat and do anything with me every day.I can't even answer you.

The meaning of my existence is just to atone for sin, and when they stop being angry, I will leave.

Arlo...thank you.

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to all the cuties!