The apprentice just wants to die

"Wuyou, this time you participate in the competition, don't force yourself to rank, safety is the most important thing, you know?" Feng Xun repeatedly urged worriedly.

It's not been a day or two since his apprentice is competitive. If he gets into a fight with someone on stage, he can't interfere. What if he gets injured?

Feng Xun was indeed not worried about his mistakes. In his previous life, despite his repeated instructions, Mo Wuyou still competed with a disciple of the Sea Moon Sect on the stage, and won the first laurel crown until he was beaten bloody. .

At that time, even if Mo Wuyou conceded defeat, he still had No. 2, which was already very good.But Mo Wuyou just refused to bow his head, he just held his breath and knocked the opponent out of the ring, and he didn't pass out until the coach announced the ranking.

But in fact, what he cared about at that time was not the ranking, but the disciple of the Haiyue Sect kept saying that Feng Xun couldn't even teach a disciple well, and his words were full of sarcasm.

For Mo Wuyou, you can laugh at him, after all, it is true that he is inferior to others.But you can't say that Feng Xun is bad, no one can!

"understood."

Feng Xun felt even more worried when he heard that Mo Wuyou agreed so simply, who knows if this little guy will be obedient.

Warm hands covered Mo Wuyou's head, rubbed it a few times, and sighed, "Wuyou, Master doesn't need you to do the best, as long as you don't get hurt."

When Mo Wuyou heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously looked into Shang Fengxun's eyes, noticed the seriousness hidden inside, and couldn't help laughing.

When you pierced my heart with a sword in your previous life, it didn't seem like you remembered this sentence, it was as straightforward as it was.

He moved his head away calmly, and swallowed the ridicule that almost blurted out.

"Master, don't worry, I will...will not get hurt."

Hearing Mo Wuyou's promise so firmly, Feng Xun finally believed it a little bit, and said in a soft voice, "Then Wuyou, practice hard, Master still has something to ask Nangong."

"Well, master, go slowly."

Looking at Feng Xun's back, Mo Wuyou narrowed his eyes.

As for the disciple of the Haiyue Sect, it was later revealed that he had cultivated for nearly 60 years, and he was specially recruited by the Haiyue Sect to compete for the first place.

The competition among the disciples of each sect is held every eight years, and the disciples who participate must not join the sect for more than ten years.To put it bluntly, it is a competition between the disciples of the new recruits, which is used to measure the strength of each faction.

Only a deep background can provide disciples with better cultivation resources. Often new disciples practice quickly, and the strength of the sect must not be bad.

The Qingya faction ranks first among the immortal sects, and the first place in every competition is almost due to Qingya.And the disciple that Haiyue participated in that time was a casual cultivator they specially recruited.

Haiyue has been placed in second place by Qingya for many years, it's normal to be unwilling, but it's a bit embarrassing to do something like this to take advantage of the rules.

Asking a person who has practiced for many years to join the sect to participate in the competition of new disciples, Mo Wuyou didn't know why the other party had such a big face.

"Hey, let's see how I fuck you to death."

"Host, you have a phone." 520 floated in mid-air, and the white light flickered.

Mo Wuyou returned to the room, closed the door casually, and took the phone from 520.

"It's He Zhifeng again, why does this person call me every day?"

Mo Wuyou curled his lips. Since he came back here, he has received a call from the other party almost ten days later, and every time he just repeated those nonsense words.

I asked myself where I went, but there was no one there.

Ask yourself when you will come back, the TV series is over.

Another thing is that I have been nominated for the best new actor, and I have to participate by myself.

Then he was selected, but he didn't go, so he helped keep the trophy first.

Recently, he started to promote his new play, and asked him if he would like to go together, and there is also a male second role.

"Hello?" Mo Wuyou made a sound first, and then skillfully moved the phone away from his ear.

Sure enough, the next second, He Zhifeng's loud voice blasted out from the microphone.

"Sorrow! I miss you so much!"

"You call once in a few days, what do you think?"

"What a few days, I obviously only call you once a month. It's fine if you don't call me at all, you still think I'm annoying, it hurts my heart too much."

Even if he couldn't see He Zhifeng's face, Mo Wuyou could imagine what that person's expression was like now.Must be stupid and owed.

But Mo Wuyou just remembered that the flow rate of time on the two sides is different, he is ten days old, and the other side has been a month.

"Stop doing this." Mo Wuyou said as he took out a wave board lollipop that was as big as a face and licked it, "Apart from those nonsense, what else do you have to say."

"Er..." He Zhifeng paused for a moment, as if choked, "It seems that there are really none."

He Zhifeng is not really that idle, the main reason is that he feels no pressure to talk to Mo Wuyou, and he feels very relaxed when he wants to say something.

"Youyou, where have you been? You haven't even seen me for a year. You won't come back to see me."

Mo Wuyou bit off a piece of candy, and replied vaguely, "I'm going to cultivate immortality."

"What? Immortal cultivation? Youyou, do you think you are acting? You are still cultivating immortality. Why don't you say that you have become a god." He Zhifeng laughed aloud and was amused.

"Believe it or not, I'm cultivating immortals anyway."

"Okay, okay, if you say you want to cultivate immortality, you can cultivate immortality." He Zhifeng replied with a smile, "Then when you finish cultivating immortality, come down to see me."

It's not impossible, "Come when you are free."

"Well, it just so happens that your trophy is still with me. Don't forget to take it with you when you come, so you can go back to the sky to show off." He Zhifeng teased.

Just as Mo Wuyou was about to speak, there was a sound from the door, and Feng Xun came in the next second.

"Snapped!"

The mobile phone was thrown to the ground by Mo Wuyou, who reacted extremely quickly, and 520 hurriedly flew over tremblingly to put it away.

520: It's so dangerous, I almost got caught.

Mo Wuyou: Damn, the door wasn't closed tightly.

"Wuyou, who are you talking to..." Feng Xun's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes showed doubts.

What's in Wuyou's mouth?

It was only then that Mo Wuyou noticed that the lollipops still being bitten on his mouth were colorful and eye-catching.

To die.

Mo Wuyou decided to strike first, and pulled out the candy from his mouth, "Master, why are you back?"

Feng Xun withdrew his gaze focused on the candy, and said, "Nangong is not here, he must have gone out on something, so I'll be back first."

Mo Wuyou responded, seeing that Feng Xun's eyes still drifted to the candy in his hand from time to time, he simply lifted the candy up.

"This is a snack I made myself. I saw it in a book before. Master, do you want to try it?"

Feng Xun walked over curiously, and chuckled lightly, "Why is Wuyou thinking about making food again, what is this called?"

"Lollipops, also called lollipops." Mo Wuyou brought the candy to Feng Xun's mouth, "Master, try it."

Feng Xun looked at the thing called lollipop in front of him, it was colorful and crystal clear, it looked good, and it smelled temptingly sweet.

Subconsciously, he lowered his head and licked lightly.

"Is it delicious?" Mo Wuyou paid attention to Feng Xun's expression.

"Delicious..." Before Feng Xun finished speaking, his expression froze suddenly, and his smile stopped.

This candy, Wuyou seems to have had it just now.

Mo Wuyou stared at Feng Xun strangely.

What's wrong with this man?Was it so delicious that it was so shocking?

"Master?"

A hand waved in front of his eyes, Feng Xun finally regained his senses.

The snow-white cheeks heated up at an extremely fast speed, turning reddish, and the base of the ears also quietly spread red.

A pair of beautiful eyes moved left and right, but he didn't dare to look at Mo Wuyou.

That strange racing heart came back, and it seemed worse than before.

"Cough, cough, worry-free, Master has something else to do, so let's go first."

Without giving Mo Wuyou time to answer, Feng Xun quickly took two steps back, then turned around and went out the door, as fast as someone was chasing him.

Mo Wuyou went over and closed the door, and after confirming that it was closed tightly this time, he raised his eyebrows and asked the 520 at the side, "Does he have some hidden disease, and he will be abnormal when he gets sick?"

520 dared not speak from the sidelines.

It's up again, it's up again!

It has risen to 85!

520 is now 100% sure that Xianjun Feng Xun likes the host.

It's not the kind of liking a master has for his apprentice, but the kind of liking a man has for his sweetheart.

God!

Mo Wuyou didn't care if he didn't get an answer from 520, he licked the lollipop in his hand, "Give me the phone."

I used a little more force just now, so it shouldn't be broken.

I hung up the phone halfway through the call, and I still have to talk to He Zhifeng.

Turning on the phone, there are several missed calls on it, all of which are from He Zhifeng.Mo Wuyou casually clicked a call back, and was quickly connected, "Hello."

"Youyou, did something happen to you just now, why did you hang up suddenly?"

"My master came here just now." Mo Wuyou didn't intend to hide it, anyway, the other party couldn't guess the truth.

Sure enough, He Zhifeng's laughter came from the other end of the phone, "Master? You are really cultivating immortality, even Master."

"Yeah, even the master has one."

The two chattered for a while, and finally hung up the phone.

Mo Wuyou spread out on the bed, and bit off another piece of candy, "Little Erzi, computer, I want to watch a TV series."

In the room

Feng Xun has been staring at the wall for a long time, under the long and thick eyelashes, his eyes are full of confusion.

What happened to yourself?

It's just a lick of the candy that Wuyou ate, why is there such a big reaction.

Obviously it's just a no big deal, but whenever Feng Xun thinks that Wuyou licked that candy like this, his cheeks can't help but get hot.

And a... strange excitement.

She pursed her lips lightly, and there seemed to be a sweet taste in her mouth.

Really sweet.

Feng Xun thought about it alone for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he could only give up in the end.

It should be that something has gone wrong in his recent practice, which makes him feel uneasy.

The author has something to say: Master: This, this, this, this was licked by Wuyou, and now I have licked it too, so don't we...

Mo Xiaoyou: Does he have some hidden disease? It's weird.

520: I see through all the vicissitudes of life