The apprentice just wants to die

Outside the door, Nangong Duan sighed again, worrying about his friend who had a rough relationship.

But it's strange to say, why did Xiaoyou react like this.

It doesn't look like he was scared by Feng Xun, let alone because he hates Feng Xun.What else could it be?

"Forget it, it doesn't make sense here, I'll go to Feng Xun's to find out about the situation." Nangong Duan shook his head, deeply aware of his heavy responsibility.

Inside the hall

"Feng Xianjun, can't we try it first?" Zhang Yu'an's eyes were already red, and he tightly held the sachet that Feng Xun returned.

"Try first, if you really don't like me..."

"I'm sorry." Feng Xun's tone was apologetic, but he didn't leave any room for it, "I already have someone I like, so I really can't give you a response. The girl should go back."

"Already... have someone you like?" Zhang Yu'an looked at the elegant and jade-like person in front of him, tears still fell down.

She worked so hard for so long, thinking that the other party accepted the sachet to accept herself.In the end, I still thought too much, and the other party just didn't have time to return it.

"I don't know which girl it is, so lucky..."

When Feng Xun heard this, he couldn't help but see Mo Wuyou's appearance in his mind.

Acting coquettishly, losing one's temper, being happy, being sad...

Every move is so attractive, it can always take all my mind away, and I can no longer pay attention to other people or things.

She smiled lightly, and the tenderness in her eyes almost overflowed, "It's not a girl, it's a boy."

Zhang Yu'an stared at Feng Xun for a moment, "Young man..."

After being stunned, he smiled wryly, "It's actually a young man."

Immortal cultivators never pay too much attention to gender matters. There are quite a few people in the fairy world looking for same-sex couples, and Zhang Yu'an will not be surprised by this.

What surprised her was that Feng Xianjun's smile could also have such a mortal atmosphere.

Feng Xun has always been gentle and polite, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, but that smile is always a little distant, and there is not much intimacy in his eyes.She thought that the other party would always be like this.

It turns out that it's just that I haven't met anyone who is tempted.

"Since that's the case..." Zhang Yu'an took a breath and wiped away tears, "I won't bother you anymore, and I hope that Xianjun Feng can get what he wants."

Feng Xun nodded, and said softly, "Thank you."

When Nangong Duan came, he saw Zhang Yu'an running away with red eyes and a sad look on his face.

"Have you made it clear to her?"

"Ah."

"That's good, so I won't be more sad in the future." Seeing that Feng Xun's interest was not too high, Nangong Duan thought he was still down because of Mo Wuyou's words.

"I just talked to Xiaoyou."

Feng Xun immediately looked over, "What did you tell Wuyou?"

"Look at you." Nangong Duan shook his head, "Xiaoyou said that you expressed your heart to him before, but he refused."

"...Yeah, Wuyou refused."

"But" Nangong Duan raised his voice, "Wuyou said he likes you."

"Like me?!" Feng Xun's eyes lit up, his heart beat fast again, and he asked eagerly, "Wuyou said he liked me? Did he hate me?"

Seeing his friend's appearance, Nangong Duan felt sympathetic and amused, "Feng Xun, do you know that you are just like a young boy who just fell in love right now."

Feng Xun was a little embarrassed, and restrained his expression, but still did not forget to ask, "Wuyou really said that he likes me, did you lie to me?"

"No, I heard what Xiaoyou said with my own ears. His expression is quite serious, and he doesn't seem to be lying."

Feng Xun couldn't help laughing, and kept muttering, "Wuyou likes me..."

"Ah..." Although he couldn't bear it, Nangong Duan still interrupted the other party's silly music, "Now there is a question, why Wuyou likes you but rejects you, do you know the reason?"

"This..." Thinking of Mo Wuyou's words, the light in Feng Xun's eyes dimmed again, "Wuyou said that I will definitely regret it, I really don't understand why he is so sure."

It's as if something has already happened.

How could Nangong Duan know, so he could only pat Feng Xun on the shoulder, "Go and talk to Xiaoyou again. It just so happens that Xiaoyou can go down the mountain to practice, you go with me, maybe you can get closer relation."

at night

"Worriless, have you ever thought about where to go to practice?"

Mo Wuyou was squatting on the ground to make a snowman. Hearing this, he paused his hands, and looked at Feng Xun in the eaves of the hall, "Master decides, I can do it."

Feng Xun thought about it, and Nangong Duan's words flashed in his mind.

"Feng Xun, you can take Xiaoyou to Wen'an City, it will be very lively, and there will be many interesting shows, maybe you can start talking while having fun. '

"Then let's go to Wen'an City."

Huh?Mo Wuyou was taken aback, didn't he go to Qingsang City in his last life, then how would he kill Qi Shu?

Seeing that Mo Wuyou didn't speak, Feng Xun was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just thought about what Wen'an City looks like." Mo Wuyou came back to his senses, "Then follow Master's advice and go to Wen'an City." At worst, he would secretly go to Qingsang City again.

After deciding where to go, Mo Wuyou lowered his head and continued to build his snowman.

Well, there is still a head missing.

Suddenly something hot was pressed against his cheek, Mo Wuyou raised his head, it was Feng Xun.

"Master?"

Feng Xun gently covered the cold face with both hands, looked down at Mo Wuyou, and said warmly, "Wuyou, don't catch a cold."

Light snow was still falling outside the hall, one after another scattered on Feng Xun's loose black hair.There are also a few small snowflakes hanging on the slender eyelashes, making the glazed brown eyes under the eyelids softer.

It was late, and the moonlight poured down like flowing water.Everything is shrouded in it, appearing hazy and indistinct.

There were two figures under the moon, one crouched on the ground and the other bent down.The shadows merged and merged together, like one person holding another in his arms.

"...Thank you." Mo Wuyou was a little uncomfortable, but the temperature was really comfortable, so he didn't break away.

Seeing that Mo Wuyou didn't resist, Feng Xun smiled even wider.Following the motion of bending over, he squatted down beside Mo Wuyou.

With his hands still covering Mo Wuyou's face, there was almost no distance between the two of them.There is a burst of unknown fragrance rushing into the nostrils, it is very familiar, but I can't say it for a while

Mo Wuyou stopped building a snowman long ago, and looked straight at the person close at hand, "Master, what are you doing?"

The lips open and close, as if tempting people to pick them.

Feng Xun stared at those lips, and thought of the soft and seductive taste that he had tasted once.

Holding Mo Wuyou's face in his hands, he gradually approached uncontrollably, getting closer...

Feng Xun didn't take any action in the end, but just brushed against Mo Wuyou's ear and sighed lightly.

"Master is just thinking about how to make Wuyou agree to marry Master."

"..."

Anyway, the more innocent people are, the more touching they are when they talk about love.

Even Mo Wuyou couldn't resist such a straightforward sentence, and the tips of his ears were stained with red.

"Master was joking, I'm a man, how can I marry?"

Feng Xun turned his head sideways, rubbed the tip of his ear with his lips, breathed heat continuously, his eyes were dark, but his voice was still gentle when he said, "Why not, as long as Wuyou is willing, Master can carry the big sedan chair eight times, and ten miles of red makeup will be enough worry about marrying back."

Something was really wrong with Feng Xun tonight, Mo Wuyou trembled, trying to push away the person who was about to stick to him.

As a result, he exerted too much force, lost his center of gravity, and fell down on the snow.

"Push..."

Feng Xun laughed lowly, but after that, he didn't mean Lamo Wuyou, instead he also sat down on the ground.

"Worriless, is this too happy?"

"..." After sniffing at close range for a while, Mo Wuyou finally remembered what that smell was, wasn't it the smell of wine!

"Master, don't you drink alcohol?"

Feng Xun blinked when he heard the words, and then smiled, "But I don't dare to ask Wuyou questions if I don't drink."

The stamina of spirits is already sufficient, not to mention that Feng Xun poured himself a whole pot.

Blush gradually appeared on his fair face, Feng Xun looked at the people around him, his heart and body were burning hot.

"Worriless, Nangong said you like me..."

Mo Wuyou was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and persuaded, "Master, you are drunk, let me help you back to your room."

"Wuyou said you like me, so I'll go back." Feng Xun simply fell down on the snow, as if I won't get up unless you tell me.

"...Master, please stop making trouble." Mo Wuyou never thought that Feng Xun, who was drunk, could be such a rascal.

"Hmm..." Seeing that Mo Wuyou didn't say anything, Feng Xun seemed a little unhappy, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hook Mo Wuyou's neck.

Mo Wuyou was caught off guard and threw himself on Feng Xun.

"Wuyou, Master likes you, I really like you...I like you so much..." Feng Xun hugged the person in his arms tightly, resting his chin on his shoulder and neck, his voice was very soft, I don't know who I'm talking to.

Mo Wuyou's eyelashes trembled slightly, he must have been moved, but the tingling pain that followed woke him up again.

This is a wound that will never heal. Whenever I waver, I will warn myself with pain.

The choice has been made.

Feng Xun chose the common people in the world, but he chose self-destruction.

"I'm sorry...that sword hurt...it's because Master is too stubborn..."

"!"

A seemingly invisible voice came to the ears, but it was like thunder.

Mo Wuyou froze in place for a moment, and his voice trembled after realizing what the other party said.

"What did you say?"

Feng Xun was a little confused, looked at Mo Wuyou and smiled, "Huh?"

"Feng Xun, what did you just say! You're talking, I'm asking you!!" Mo Wuyou grabbed Feng Xun's shoulders fiercely, pressing his whole body down firmly.

Staring at the other person's eyes without blinking, trying to find out the shadow of the former Feng Xun.

But nothing could be seen, as if the words just now were just Mo Wuyou's illusion.

no.

Mo Wuyou can be sure that he heard absolutely right.

Feng Xun still has the memory of the previous life, why does he still have the memory of the previous life? !

Mo Wuyou asked for a long time, but Feng Xun was very drunk, just kept looking at Mo Wuyou and smiling, no matter what he asked, he didn't say anything.

In the end, Mo Wuyou gave up, and temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, "I won't ask any more, Master, please go back to the room with me first."

"But Wuyou, you haven't said you like me yet."

Well, I'm not dumb this time!

Taking a deep breath, Mo Wuyou smiled, "Master, I like you. Is this okay?"

"Yeah." Feng Xun bent his eyes, held Mo Wuyou's face in his hands, and gently kissed him on the cheek, "Master likes Wuyou too."

"...Then master can go back with me."

"Okay." Feng Xun stopped making trouble now, and obediently let Mo Wuyou pull himself back to the room in a non-gentle manner.

By the way, he took off Feng Xun's outer robe, and then twisted the quilt, Mo Wuyou planned to retire from the field of coaxing children.

Suddenly, he put his hands around his waist, and with great force, he lifted Mo Wuyou onto the bed.

The moment Mo Wuyou was buried in Feng Xun's arms, he was stunned. Isn't this man so drunk that he can't even stand still? Where did he have such energy?

Feng Xun imitated Mo Wuyou's belt and untied it, as if he was going to take off his clothes.

Mo Wuyou was startled, and quickly grabbed Feng Xun's hand, "Master, I'm not sleeping here, so I don't need to take off my clothes."

"But, aren't we already together, why don't we sleep together?" Feng Xun looked at Mo Wuyou, a little puzzled? "

"Since when have we been together?!"

"Master likes Wuyou, and Wuyou also likes Master, isn't that just being together?"

Mo Wuyou was completely defeated by Feng Xun's bandit logic, so they are together?

"Master, I really don't need it. I have my own room, and I'll just go back to sleep."

But Feng Xun didn't let go of what he said, bit his lower lip, and tore off Mo Wuyou's coat with all his strength, and also untied Mo Wuyou's hairband by the way.

Wrapping the man into his arms, clasping his waist with one hand and rubbing his head with the other, he coaxed, "My dear boy, you must listen to Master, go to sleep."

"..." Are you coaxing a three-year-old?

The author has something to say: Master: The trick of drinking is really useful, I will come again next time.

Mo Xiaoyou: From now on, I will seal up all the places where I can hide wine!