The apprentice just wants to die

"Are you taking me home?"

Feng Xun only saw the young man in front of him tilt his head, his blood-red eyes staring straight at himself.There is confusion and expectation.

Distress suddenly came to my heart, and Wuyou asked herself the same way back then.

If he hadn't happened to be passing by, there would be no such person as Wuyou in this world.Every time Feng Xun thinks about it, he thanks himself for going down the mountain that day.

Holding Mo Wuyou with his outstretched hand, Feng Xun smiled, "Yes, I want to take you home."

Mo Wuyou stared at Feng Xun for a while, then smiled, "Okay."

Feng Xun hugged Mo Wuyou to his sword, said to Nangong Duan, "I'll trouble you for the rest," and left immediately.

"Tsk, I only have my precious apprentice in my heart, and my friend is almost out of status."

Nangong Duan shook his head, turned his expression back, and looked at the group of disciples before, "Now let's talk about what happened before."

Pointing to Qi Shengping who had just narrowly escaped death, he motioned for him to come over, "Tell me, why did Mo Wuyou give birth to a demon?"

the other side

Feng Xun brought Mo Wuyou back to the Hall of Guiwu, and seeing that Mo Wuyou was still in a daze, he asked, "Wuyou, do you remember who I am?"

Mo Wuyou blinked and nodded.

Feng Xun was overjoyed, but saw Mo Wuyou shook his head.Don't know whether to laugh or cry, "Does Wuyou remember this or not?"

Mo Wuyou pursed his lips, his red eyes looked a little aggrieved, "I don't remember who you are, but I like you very much."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Xun froze immediately, and a suspicious blush appeared on his face after a long time.

"Worriless...can you say it again." Feng Xun felt a burst of shame as soon as he finished speaking, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like he was lying to an ignorant child.

But... I really want to hear Wuyou say it again.

Mo Wuyou, who was delirious, was especially easy to talk at the moment, looking at Feng Xun, he actually said it again.

"I like you very much."

"Cough...cough cough." Feng Xun clenched his hands into fists and coughed lightly to suppress the excitement in his heart.

The most urgent thing now is to sort out the restless mana in Wuyou's body, he shouldn't waste time on his own selfish desires.

"Worriless, I will sort out your spiritual power now, the process may be a little uncomfortable, you have to hold back, you know."

Mo Wuyou nodded her head in a daze, not knowing whether she understood or not.

Feng Xun was so cute in his heart, he couldn't help it, he pinched Mo Wuyou's face lightly, "Wuyou is so good."

"Hmm..." Mo Wuyou rubbed Feng Xun's hand subconsciously, "You are good too."

"Pfft!"

While telling Mo Wuyou to sit down, Feng Xun couldn't help laughing. When Wuyou recovers, he must tell him.

Mo Wuyou sat cross-legged according to Feng Xun's instructions, and then felt a warm current flowing down the palms of the two people.

But what the warm current brought was not the comfort of being comforted by spiritual power, but a pain like a knife cutting through every vein of Mo Wuyou.

Mo Wuyou wanted to cry out for pain, but when the person in front of him told him to hold on, he swallowed the pain that came to his mouth.

Feng Xun closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. Because of the breath-masking pill, he didn't notice that Mo Wuyou's body was actually filled with demonic energy. He just kept passing the spiritual power to him, trying to straighten out Mo Wuyou's confused veins.

Cold sweat dripped down drop by drop, and the blood in Mo Wuyou's eyes became more intense.

It hurts......

The demonic energy in the body and Feng Xun's spiritual power repelled each other, and they fought each other using their tendons as the battlefield.

Originally, Mo Wuyou's devilish energy was supposed to be better than Feng Xun's, but Mo Wuyou subconsciously didn't want to hurt Feng Xun, so he suppressed his own devilish energy, causing Feng Xun's spiritual power to be trapped in the tendons tempered by his devilish energy. Luo Li went on a rampage, causing countless wounds.

Feng Xun's brows gradually frowned, why did his spiritual power and Wuyou's spiritual power repel each other?What can be done.

"puff!"

Mo Wuyou finally couldn't bear to spit out a big mouthful of blood when Feng Xun tried to penetrate the spiritual power into the devil's energy again.

Feng Xun quickly opened his eyes, almost stung by the eye-catching blood.

"Worry-free!"

Feng Xun realized that it might be caused by his own spiritual power, and hastily withdrew his hand.He took Mo Wuyou, who had fallen limply, into his arms.

"How could this happen? It shouldn't be like this, why did they repel each other?!" Feng Xun didn't even dare to use spiritual power to check Mo Wuyou's injuries, for fear that if he was not careful, Mo Wuyou would be hurt even worse.

The hands holding Mo Wuyou kept trembling, and there was fear in his eyes, if something happened to Wuyou...

Mo Wuyou actually got better after Feng Xun stopped sending spiritual power. After all, his magic body repair ability is very strong, but when he vomited blood, his mind became more and more unconscious.

Now I don't even remember what I just did.

Slowly raising his head, seeing the worried face of the unknown person in front of him, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.

"You...you look pretty good."

Feng Xun was slightly weak when he heard Mo Wuyou's words, he was relieved, but soon realized something was wrong, "Wuyou, what's wrong with you."

Now Mo Wuyou's appearance is really different from usual, even very different from the appearance in the training ground just now.

If Feng Xun had to find a word to describe it, it would probably be... evil spirit.

The tails of the crimson eyes are raised, and the color of the eyes is flowing, staring at the person in front of him intently and carelessly.Unspeakable wind.

Feng Xun swallowed subconsciously, the current Mo Wuyou seemed to have some magical power, which made him unable to take his eyes off him.

Mo Wuyou half-closed his eyes, lightly lifted Feng Xun's graceful chin with a pale finger, and opened his lips, which had become bright red from being stained with blood, and moved closer.

Feng Xun's whole body was stiff, unable to react, he just stared blankly at his apprentice who moved close to his face.

Disordered breathing sprayed onto his face, and Mo Wuyou's eyes flashed with evil, "Why are you nervous?"

"..."

"I'm asking you, talk."

Feng Xun didn't dare to move at all, with the current distance between the two of them, as long as he moved a little, he would definitely kiss those two lips that kept seducing him.

He longs for it, but not in this way.

But Mo Wuyou was dissatisfied. He inadvertently noticed that Feng Xun's gaze was on his lips, and immediately laughed jokingly.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Feng Xun's body became stiffer, his fair face flushed red, he suddenly looked away, still unwilling to speak, but his breathing became more and more rapid.

"You don't want to kiss." Mo Wuyou increased the strength in his hand and gave a smirk, "Then I'll kiss you."

Under Feng Xun's almost panic-stricken gaze, Mo Wuyou bit the other's lower lip and ground it with his teeth.The tip of the tongue also sneaked out, licking the soft lips.

Mo Wuyou originally intended to tease the person in front of him, but now he was attracted by the faint fragrance.

The smell gave him a sense of peace of mind, and he couldn't help licking that piece of lip over and over again.

Just when Mo Wuyou was about to slap that upper lip, the scene in front of him suddenly turned upside down.

There was an extra person on him, and he was firmly pressed down.

The author has something to say: Master: No matter how patient you are, you will not be a man