The apprentice just wants to die

Zhao An didn't want to speak, but when he met Mo Wuyou's eyes, the feeling of dying just now enveloped him again.

very scary.

"I'm sorry..." Gritting his teeth hard, he finally apologized in shame.

With his 60 years of practice, he can't beat such a person who has practiced for less than ten years.Could it be that Feng Xun's apprentice's talent is so good?

He is not willing!

Mo Wuyou didn't care what Zhao An was thinking. He tilted his head and saw that the magic circle next to him had withdrawn. It seemed that the victory had already been decided.

"This is impossible!"

Yan Zhixin stood up from the chair in disbelief, his eyes wide open, and he almost didn't trip.

How could Mo Wuyou defeat Zhao An? !

He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe it!

Seeing that the magic circle was withdrawn, Feng Xun immediately moved to the stage without delay.

"Wuyou..." I wanted to support Mo Wuyou, but I didn't know where there was no wound.

The wounds on his body were too dense, dripping blood flowed all over the floor, and even the bright red robe was soaked even more gorgeous.

Mo Wuyou looked at Feng Xun, and smiled with a somewhat frozen face, "Master." The wound on his face dripped blood again with the movement of speaking.

"Stop talking, Wuyou, Master will take you back first." Feng Xun anxiously wanted to bring Mo Wuyou back to Wudian to heal his injuries.

Avoiding Feng Xun's outstretched hand, "Wait a minute." As he spoke, he stomped heavily on Zhao An's back again.

"Apologize."

Zhao An apologized to Mo Wuyou again tremblingly.

Mo Wuyou "tsk", "I want you to apologize to my master."

"Feng Xianjun, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

"louder please!"

Feeling the increasing force on his back, Zhao An felt his internal organs were squeezed into a ball.The ribs were almost broken, and it narrowly missed the heart.

The severe pain spread to all limbs, Zhao An was really scared, and Mo Wuyou really wanted to kill him.

Not caring about face anymore, Zhao An cried out.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry...cough cough...cough cough!"

Zhao An vomited a mouthful of blood, "I'm a waste, I'm a waste. I'm...I'm jealous, I'm jealous that Feng Xianjun accepted you and didn't accept me, so I said that! Feng Xianjun, I was wrong , I was wrong, please help me..."

Two bloodstains were drawn on the ground with both hands, and Zhao An lay on the ground desperately trying to grab Feng Xun's shoes.

Mo Wuyou kicked those two hands away, and he almost lost his footing. It was Feng Xun who quickly embraced the person in his arms, so that the tragedy of kicking and being kicked at the same time did not happen.

"You kind of rubbish deserves to touch my master!" Mo Wuyou took a breath in Feng Xun's arms, and continued to curse.

The voices of the two were very loud, and everyone in the audience could hear them clearly, and they made a lot of guesses about what happened.

"Damn it!" Luo Yan gasped, and complained to the people next to him, "Brother Mo is too cruel, is it because of that Zhao who scolded Xianjun Feng a few times, did he even die? ?!"

The person next to him took out a handkerchief out of nowhere, and wiped the corner of his eyes with emotion, "Is this the legendary master-student relationship? It's so touching, woo woo woo..."

Luo Yan: No, I don't think this is a master-student relationship, it's a disease.

"Oh, Xiaoyou, this is really..." Nangong Duan shook his head, glanced at the people on the stage, his tone was not without envy, how could Feng Xun have such a filial apprentice.

Looking at his apprentice again, he said expectantly, "Qiu Yan, if someone scolds Master, will you defend Master like Xiaoyou?"

Yin Qiuyan glanced at his master, then at Feng Xun, and whispered, "If you are half reliable or half good-looking like Feng Xianjun, I will definitely be like Wuyou."

Nangong Duan choked, completely defeated.

Looking up to the sky and sighing, he was about to say a few more words to restore his image when he glanced at Yan Zhixin from the corner of his eye.

Looking at the twisted and hideous expression, he frowned.

It's not that he hasn't lost before, why is there such a big reaction this time?This expression is like a duck with its mouth full flying, as if it is so angry that it wants to eat people.

After listening to Zhao An's confession for a while, Mo Wuyou was finally satisfied, and looked at the coach beside the stage.

He said hoarsely, "Can I announce the ranking?"

The coach, who was barely able to react, nodded quickly, walked onto the stage in a hurry, and handed the first reward to Mo Wuyou, "I announce that the No. 1 disciple of each faction this time is the head coach of the Qingya faction." Disciple, don't worry."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Wuyou swayed and almost slipped from Feng Xun's arms.Feng Xun was so frightened that he pulled him into his arms with a little more force.

After blinking, Mo Wuyou stretched out his hand with great effort, and stuffed the reward into Feng Xun's hand, smiling happily with a pale face, "Master, it's for you."

Feng Xun squeezed the reward in his hand tightly, fixed his eyes on Mo Wuyou deeply, lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "I will teach you a lesson when I get back." But his arms hugged him even tighter.

"..." Knowing that he must have offended Master this time, Mo Wuyou still wanted to say some cute words to act coquettishly, so that Feng Xun would not settle the score afterwards.

But his head hurt more and more, and the pain that he had deliberately ignored just now swept over him, and his thoughts were blurred.

Well, I can't hold on any longer, I hope Master will calm down when he wakes up.Mo Wuyou was still thinking this way at the last second before fainting.

Half a month later

The weather is getting colder and colder, until two days ago, the first snow of this year finally fell.

The yard was snow-white, and the hibiscus flowers had already withered, and now there were only some bare branches with some fine ice edges hanging on them.

The immortal in white stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake swirling in the air, watching the snowflake melt in his palm.Some snowflakes fell in the black hair, and then disappeared.

The long eyelashes fluttered slightly, hiding the expression in the eyes.

After standing in the courtyard for a while, he suddenly thought of the person who still hadn't woken up, so he went back to the room worriedly.

The person on the bed was still lying quietly, it had been like this since half a month ago.

Wet the towel with hot water, gently wiped the boy's face, and sighed, "Why are you still awake?"

Carefully twisted the quilt and wrapped the person tightly.

Gently sat down on the edge of the bed, felt the boy's cold hand, held it with his own, and passed some heat over.

"Wuyou, Master isn't angry anymore, wake up quickly, I promise I won't scold you." Feng Xun held Mo Wuyou's hand helplessly, and said in a warm voice.

But the person on the bed still didn't respond.

"Feng Xun." Nangong Duan's voice came from outside the door.

"Hush." ​​Feng Xun walked out of the room gently, and then closed the door, "Keep your voice down."

Nangong Duan wanted to say, didn't you yourself talk just now?

But seeing the bloodshot eyes in Feng Xun's eyes, he still kindly didn't complain.

"Are you still awake?"

Feng Xun shook his head, his tone was low, "Obviously the body is fine, and the mental strength is not damaged, but I just can't wake up."

"This is really weird." Nangong Duan touched his chin, "There is no such example in medical books. What is Xiaoyou's situation?"

Feng Xun pursed his lips, turning his originally rosy lips pale, "If there's nothing else, I'll go and see Wuyou first."

"Control your emotions." Nangong Duan reminded worryingly, "If what happened before, Xiaoyou will be worried when she wakes up."

Feng Xun nodded lightly, "I see."

Looking at the back, Nangong Duan sighed, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have believed that Feng Xun would be so scary when angry.

After the disciple competition ended, Mo Wuyou fell into a coma, and Feng Xun hurriedly brought him back to Wudian for treatment.And when he saw Yan Zhixin taking Zhao An away sneakily, he became suspicious and followed him secretly.

In the end, he was stunned by the shameless truth, and the key point was that the other party plausibly said that there was no foul.Immediately, he was so angry that he almost had a fight with Yan Zhixin, and later told Feng Xun about it.

At that time, Feng Xun's expression didn't fluctuate much, so he thought that the other party didn't intend to care too much.

But three days later, Mo Wuyou's injuries were completely healed, and Feng Xun went to the Sea Moon Sect without saying a word.

When I heard the news, the entire fairy world was shocked.

Qingya's head teacher, Feng Xianjun, who has always been gentle and easy-going, broke into Haiyue's head's palace alone, and seriously injured the other party.Even Zhao An didn't let go of the injury that was not healed at all, and cleaned it up together.

When he finished explaining the whole story to the people who came from various sects, his mouth became dry.

Originally, I wanted to express my grievances to Feng Xun, but after seeing the other person's expression, my first reaction was, are Yan Zhixin and Zhao An still alive?

I thought it was amazing that Mo Wuyou protected Feng Xun so much, but Feng Xun didn't give up much.

Thinking of this, Nangong Duan glanced at the heavy snow in the yard, feeling a little sad in his heart.

He also wants someone to care about him so much, uh...

Feng Xun returned to the room, sat down by the bed again, didn't move, just quietly looked at the person on the bed.

"Well......"

There was a very soft sound, but Feng Xun still heard it, and hurriedly looked into Mo Wuyou's eyes.

I saw the eyes that had been closed tightly for half a month moved slightly, and then opened slowly, with a little daze of just waking up.

"Worry-free!"

Mo Wuyou's mind was still a little confused, and he couldn't react for a while after being hugged by Feng Xun.

"...Master?"

He patted Feng Xun's back tentatively, but there was no response.After patting again, Feng Xun finally regained some strength.

Just about to let go, Mo Wuyou hooked the corner of his mouth, took the initiative to arch into Feng Xun's arms, and said softly and coquettishly, "Master, you shouldn't be angry if you're like this?"

Feng Xun couldn't laugh or cry at the moment, rubbed the restless head in his arms, and said helplessly, "Master is not angry anymore, are you happy?"

Mo Wuyou heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed against Feng Xun's warm chest, sniffed the familiar breath, suddenly his heart moved, and said:

"Master, I like you."

"Host, host. Are you asleep?"

"Hmm." Mo Wuyou rubbed his eyes and found that the sky outside the window was getting dark.

While looking at the computer, I chatted with 520 randomly, and fell asleep just like that.

520 moved to Mo Wuyou's side, and asked curiously, "Host, did you dream about something just now, and you were angry for a while and laughed for a while?"

Mo Wuyou glanced at 520, and felt that there was nothing to hide, "I dreamed that it was time to confess my love to Feng Xun."

"Confession!" 520 was full of gossip in an instant, "Host, you confessed to Xianjun Feng Xun? How did you confess? When did you confess? What was the result?"

"It's nothing." Mo Wuyou recalled Feng Xun's reaction at that time.

That time seemed to be my No. 16 confession.

The man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, rubbed his head like coaxing a child, and politely refused.

"He just refused, what else can I do."

"Ah? That's it." 520 was a little disappointed, it thought it could hear some explosive news.

Mo Wuyou brought the progress bar back to the place he saw before, found some snacks, and said casually while eating, "He has that kind of temper, he treats you like a child every day, and treats you like a child forever. "

520 thought about it, and always felt something was weird, but he couldn't tell where it was. Thinking of the emotion value as high as 85, he persuaded, "Then host, don't you plan to try again now, maybe you will have a different reaction." Woolen cloth."

"Farewell, I'm not interested in him now." Mo Wuyou waved his hand, "Just pretend that I was greedy for him before, but now I'm not."

"Greedy body, whose body are you greedy for?"

"Feng Xun's." Mo Wuyou answered very smoothly, but after a few seconds, he realized that it didn't seem to be 520's voice.

Turning his head almost millimeter by millimeter, he looked towards the door.

Why is Nangong Duan here? Didn't Feng Xun say that he is not here! ! ?

520 and Mo Wuyou gasped at the same time, and quickly put away all the electronic products, very glad that they are spherical now.

Nangong Duan's fox eyes narrowed maliciously, "Xiaoyou, I seem to have heard you say... about Feng Xun's body?"

"...you heard wrong"

"No, no, no, I didn't hear wrong, I heard it clearly just now, Xiaoyou, you covet Feng Xun's body."

Why is the content so obscene all of a sudden.

Looking at Nangong Duan's mean face, Mo Wuyou almost wanted to punch him like he did when he hammered 520 back then.

Hit him until he loses his memory!

Seeing that Mo Wuyou was silent, Nangong Duan laughed even more. "Xiaoyou, don't be nervous, I'm not a pedantic person, I won't tell you that set of ethics."

"I'm really not..." Mo Wuyou took a deep breath and wanted to explain again.

But Nangong Duan interrupted him directly, and patted him on the shoulder, "I will support you, Feng Xun has been alone for so many years, it's time to find a Taoist companion."

"I really......"

"Go, don't be afraid, I am your strong backing."

"......"hehe.

Mo Wuyou gave up, he couldn't explain anymore.

"Nangong, why did you come to Wuyou, what are you talking about?"

Feng Xun's room was very close to Mo Wuyou's room, and the movements of the two could be easily heard.

Nangong Duan glanced over, looked Feng Xun up and down, and the more he looked, the brighter his eyes became.

I hadn't noticed it before, but Xiaoyou and Feng Xun are quite compatible, and their temperaments are also quite compatible.

"Feng Xun, this Xiaoyou told me something, I think you must be interested to know."

Feng Xun glanced at Mo Wuyou, thinking about what happened before, he was still a little uncomfortable, "What's the matter?"

Nangong Duan thief smiled, "It's Xiaoyou who said that he fell in love with someone... ouch!"

Mo Wuyou withdrew his fist expressionlessly, but he couldn't hold it back after all, and spoke for him.

The author has something to say: Mo Xiaoyou: Hello, is this Lan Xiang? I want to order an excavator.What are you doing, digging.What are you doing digging? Make a grave!

Master: What, Wuyou has someone he likes! ?Can't!I disagree!

Nangong Duan: Melon is really fragrant