After death with the master

Zhou He didn't speak or move.

He just looked at the front plainly, the yin and yang under his feet and the gossip around him did not disappear as before, but illuminated the whole array instead.

All the darkness has nowhere to hide in front of the light, tearing off all the fig leafs.

There is no darkness in this formation, it is only the endless black mist that lingers and entangles, which makes it look like there is no light here.

And Wu Biao appeared under the strong light.

He was obviously entangled with these black mist, but the figure that appeared was white, with a faint golden light flowing.

If it is released, no one will notice that he is just a soul without a body.

Because of the yin body, he can still live without the body.

Also because he is the ancestor of the mysterious master, he doesn't have to merge with anyone, he can stand on his own in the world.

It was just a phantom, Zhou He couldn't see his face.

But he could imagine that the soul of this patriarch who was once hailed as a demigod must now be covered with cracks and look extremely hideous.

Wu Bing looked at Ning Sui in Zhou He's arms, the white light fluctuated, and jealousy filled his heart: "I am the one who taught you the Big Four, I was the one who rescued you from that barren land, and it was also I who taught you how to read, how to behave, and even I gave you your name."

His originally calm voice became more and more anxious, and there was a hint of anger: "But why? You are willing to violate your principles for him, but you are not willing to give it to me? I am your master... I have a great kindness to you .If it wasn't for me, how could you be where you are today?!"

Zhou He put his arms around Ning Sui's waist and let him lie on his shoulders. His wide sleeve robe covered Ning Sui's back, almost hiding Ning Sui in his arms.

He looked at Wu Biao's phantom calmly, and said in a relaxed tone, "Because you are only my master, and I like him."

He twirled his fingers, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Didn't you already know?"

If not, how could you threaten him with this?

Maybe it was because Zhou He didn't turn his head on him, which made Wu Bing come out of his jealousy a little bit.

He looked at the back of Ning Sui's head: "...he is indeed very attractive. It is the first time I have seen such a rational and calm person who is so principled and restrains himself with rules. He has never had any accidents, and there are. because of you."

Wu Bing seemed to be smiling: "It's really amazing..."

When he said this, the black mist inside the formation surged again, and even the white light fluctuated.

Even if he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't suppress his jealousy towards Ning Sui and Zhou He, and his distorted emotions of envy.

The combination of Ning Sui and Zhou He is the existence he most wants to be.

But he gets nothing.

"Look at him one more time." Zhou He raised his hand, and a sword formed of ice spikes appeared in his hand: "I don't mind killing you just like that."

The corner of his mouth curled into a curve, but the smile in his eyes was colder than the icicles in his hand: "You should know that I don't care what happens to this world."

Wu Bing looked at the almost irrepressible crimson in his eyes, and at the same time couldn't help ridiculing: "What's the matter? You won't be soft-hearted to the teacher anymore?"

Zhou He tilted his head: "I thought you knew it was repaying your favor."

He said casually: "I let you live in the first place, and then let you go from his soul... It's just to repay your kindness of salvation and upbringing."

Against the ice-blue sword in his hand, his hand was as sharp as a blade: "Today, I thank you for not devouring his kindness."

When his voice fell, the air pressure around him changed rapidly.

The originally calm and gentle person is now like a beast that has opened its eyes and no longer sleeps. Those deep eyes are full of fierce light and killing intent, making the air condense.

Zhou He didn't move too much, but countless ice picks appeared behind him.

The spikes pointed directly at Wu Biao's phantom.

Both he and Wu Biao knew that this was not pure ice.

If it is pierced by these ice thorns, the real damage will only be the soul.

Only the strongest warlocks can do it.

"But you deliberately set up a trick to lure him."

Zhou He said lightly: "Deliberately provoked him...I want to pay for this debt."

After finishing speaking, countless ice picks rushed straight towards Wu Biao.

With the momentum of breaking through the sky, it penetrated the entangled black mist.

Wu Bing raised his hand to block it.

The originally soft black mist turned into a solid shield and blocked him, even so, he still felt the difficulty.

What shocked him even more was that he knew that Zhou He hadn't tried his best.

Even if he knows that the strength he can display now is only the tip of the iceberg, why not Zhou He?

"You really are..." Wu Bing gritted his teeth: "He doesn't know what you are, does he? If he knows, he won't let go of his string anymore."

Zhou He didn't answer, but the icicle that brushed past him towards Wu Biao became more and more fierce.

But it's actually pretty weird.

The ice pick hit the black shield, which should have produced a dull impact sound like a drumbeat, but in fact all the sounds were swallowed by the black mist.

Disappeared together with the icicle that flickered with gossip light.

Only the howling sound of the ice cone passing by the wind remained in this formation.

Wu Bing looked at his dull eyebrows through the black mist, and knew that he had stepped on Zhou He's pain.

It stands to reason that he, as a master, should comfort him, but Wu Bing seemed to have caught something, and sneered: "He hates evil spirits so much, and wishes to get rid of all evil spirits in the world. His biological mother also died because of evil spirits." , not to mention the entire family of his grandfather was killed by the monster."

Wu Bing laughed loudly: "No return, my good apprentice, you said that if you let him know me who has been pestering him all the time, it is because you let him go that made me hard to part with him; if you let him know you What is this supreme Daoist god in people's hearts, do you think he would want to eat you up?"

Zhou He looked at him and twitched his lips.

Wu Bing looked at the faint sarcasm in his eyes, knowing that he had angered Zhou He, and when he was waiting for a more rapid attack, Zhou He suddenly stopped the ice pick.

He tilted his head slightly: "What did you just say?"

This is downright pissed off.

Only at this time can Wu Bie find a tinge of joy in victory from Zhou He.

However, Zhou He's next sentence was: "Inseparable?"

The man's voice was low and deep, and the originally mellow and gentle voice was a little cold, like white flowers hidden under the snow on the top of the mountain.

And the next moment, Zhou He's dark eyes instantly turned dark red.

It was a color thicker and brighter than blood, and this touch of red also made Zhou He's gentle face that always had a holy light turned sharp.

He is no longer that god, but a tyrant who stands on the throne and tramples on the bones mercilessly.

Wu Biao was startled by this.

Also feel incredible and endlessly jealous for it.

He is an apprentice who always smiles and doesn't care about many things, so he has a very good temper.

But only he will unconsciously look away when he meets his gaze, because now he is the only one in the world who knows what he is.

He thought he wouldn't care about anything.

There will not be such a big mood swing for what.

After all, even if he wanted to devour him back then, he just glanced at him lightly, without any other emotions.

Now it's just such a brat, so he can break the seal for a word...

Wu Bing still sneered under the distortion: "Crazy. I really didn't miss it."

When I saw him for the first time that day, Wu Bie saw some madness and darkness under his calm face, but he did hide it very well.

So much so that it was only revealed at this time.

Zhou He twitched his hands and looked at him lightly. He obviously opened some seals, but he didn't do anything: "I said I will let you go this time, and I will let you go."

He let go of his fingertips, and gently smoothed Ning Sui's messy hair that was blown up by the wind: "The child has a clear distinction between love and hate, and I have to repay this favor for him."

"and also."

He said casually: "As early as the moment you set up a prison with heaven and earth as an array, you were no longer my master. And when he named me Zhou He, I was not homeless."

Wu Bie looked at his calmness, and the paranoia in his heart calmed down a little, as if he had returned to his original appearance: "...Did you just let go of being a teacher and your past so casually?"

He calmed down a bit, and then went crazy again: "Can you give up?! You are full of things he hates and hates in your bones! You are destined to—"

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his speech.

Zhou He obviously didn't do anything, but it made him look terrified.

Wu Bing looked at him in disbelief, as if he only realized something belatedly at this moment: "You, you...?"

"I told you a long time ago." Zhou He stroked the back of Ning Sui's neck briskly: "If he really can't pass that test, it seems good to die by his hands."

So in Tanzhou Mei's illusion, when Ning Sui threw the line at him, he didn't give way at all.

Even amidst the undisguised killing intent, Zhou He really felt a little dull pain.

It was like an unsharpened knife was torn back and forth on his heart.

He knew he was actually sad, but he didn't care.

He has also lived such a long time, if his Ning Ning really wants to kill him, then let him do it.

It's just that Zhou He didn't expect that Ning Sui's line would fall in front of him.

At that moment Zhou He saw all the spikes and sharp edges on Ning Sui's body falling down.

In the silence, she showed her soft belly to him, revealing all his suppressed and hidden emotions without his knowing.

Wu Bing looked at Zhou He and knew he had lost.

Back then when he heard Zhou He casually say to him, "Then he'll just kill me", he thought it was just a perfunctory way of saying that because he didn't want to talk to him more.

But now...

He knew that Zhou He could really do it.

Wu Bing opened his mouth, and all his unwillingness turned into humble astringency: "...my body."

Zhou He raised his eyebrows, and Wu Bing said slowly: "Give me back my body, and I promise that I will never appear in front of you again. You don't matter if you want to travel with your apprentice, or you want him to kill you Forget it, left and right have nothing to do with me."

Zhou He thought for a while: "Did you save him on the day he was born?"

Wu Bing said indifferently: "No, I just want to find a place of shelter for myself."

"At Hei Jiao." Zhou He put away the yin and yang gossip, and his scarlet eyes turned back to deep black: "You have to get it by your own ability."

He hugged Ning Sui horizontally: "At this point, you and our kindness have been settled, and if Ning Ning wants to do something next time, I won't stop him."

Wu Bing made a move, but he still didn't stop Zhou He from breaking out of the formation.

He knew that at the moment when he became greedy, Zhou He would no longer call himself "I am the disciple of Wushan Patriarch who has no return".

He recalled some old feelings, did not change his name, and did not tell the world what he had done.

But then he had evil thoughts about Ning Sui, and Zhou He didn't even want the name Wugui.

Ning Sui had a dream.

He knew very well that this was his dream.

Because he returned to the Mountain of No Return.

It was the first time he went to the Mountain of No Return.

His father held his hand and led him up the long bluestone steps step by step.

Going up from the foot of Wugui Mountain, Wugui Mountain is too tall and straight, and the bluestone steps are too circuitous.

In normal times, his father would not have had such patience, he would directly step on the hexagram and start up the character Sunda, and use the east wind to go all the way up.

But this time, his father led him up step by step in a regular manner, without falling down a single step.

He was not wearing a dragon robe, nor did he bring any attendants.

Ning Sui heard someone mention it when he was on the road.

This is the rule of the Mountain of No Return.

If you want to see the Taoist leader of no return, you have to walk through the mountain road with more than 4000 bluestone steps.

People from the outside say it is a test, but it is not.

Smart people know that this is the Taoist leader of No Return who doesn't intend to leave the mountain and doesn't want to meet people, so he used a tactful method to persuade him to leave.

As for those stupid and persistent people who insisted on climbing the more than 4000 steps to see him?

Of course the Taoist leader of No Return would also be overwhelmed by this perseverance.

But No Return Mountain is so steep that no one has climbed it yet.

Ning Sui walked up step by step on his short legs.

In fact, his legs were already very sore and swollen, and he was even faintly going to lose consciousness due to the excessive pain.

But his expression still didn't fluctuate in the slightest.

Even though his back was drenched in cold sweat.

His father looked down at him: "Tired?"

Ning Sui didn't respond at all.

Ning Jing sighed, and wanted to hug Ning Sui to finish the rest of the walk, but was also worried that doing so would make their goal impossible to achieve.

So he could only pat Ning Sui's head affectionately: "Father is also very tired, but we have to finish walking, can you persevere?"

Although he knew that Ning Sui would not respond, Ning Jing felt uncomfortable when he saw his son's silent face.

His kids weren't supposed to be like this.

However, the two hadn't taken two steps before Ning Sui suddenly stopped.

He saw a pine green dress hanging in front of him, with black and gold embroidery thread on it.

The dots of green swayed with the wind in front of his eyes, making it difficult for Ning Sui to see what was embroidered.

"Yo."

A gentle and mellow male voice sounded, a little surprised, but the voice was very nice.

"Not bad, kid. This eyesight is much better than your father's."

Ning Sui raised his head, and met a pair of smiling eyes.

The man's eyes were long and narrow, black and white distinct.

It's like a bright moon in the night sky, so bright that people can't take their eyes off it.

He was playing with an unpainted mask in his hand, sitting on a thick branch, leaning against the trunk, with a lazy posture.

Seeing him, Ning Jing let go of Ning Sui, cupped his hands and said, "No Return Daoist."

"What a grand gesture." Wugui looked at the two of them with a smile: "The king of a country salutes me, a little Taoist priest? I can't stand it."

For a while, Ning Ping couldn't tell whether Wugui was mocking his father for "blocking" him, or simply didn't like these etiquettes.

Fortunately, he didn't need to guess too much, Wugui continued: "I have figured out why you are here, but I suggest you turn left and go to my senior brother."

He rubbed the wooden mask, thinking about what color to wear: "I don't accept disciples."

Ning Jing was stunned: "Zhen... I don't ask you to accept him as a disciple. Yu Xiang thinks that he is destined to be with you, I..."

"There is a master-apprentice line." Wugui glanced at Ning Sui: "But I don't want to accept it."

Ning Sui looked at him expressionlessly, he could feel his father hesitating in embarrassment.

His father is not the kind of person who likes to force others, he will always listen to the opinions of others, once someone says no twice, his father will not insist.

But it was none of his business, and Ping An couldn't just retreat.

At this moment, Ning Sui heard another voice in his mind.

That voice was completely different from his. He seemed to have heard something funny, and couldn't hold back a mocking "heh".

This "heh" directly made Ning Sui lower his eyelids and refuse to look at No Return.

And his whole body couldn't stop exuding coldness.

He has a little secret.

A little secret that no one knows.

There was something hiding in him.

Sometimes he would talk to him, and sometimes he would be quiet as if he didn't exist at all.

But Ning Sui knew he was there.

He was one with his soul as early as the moment of his birth.

Ning Sui lowered his eyes, so his eyes fell on him without knowing or returning.

Unlike the random sweep before, this one took a long time to look at.

Ning Jing is still working hard: "I don't know why the chief is unwilling to accept apprentices?"

"Oh," Wugui rolled his eyes, and said in a gentle and natural tone, "I don't accept little mutes."

Ning Sui looked up at him.

The big eyes are black and white, which should be very cute at this age, but it is a bit cold and creepy for him.

Wugui tilted his head: "Well, I don't accept small icebergs either."

Ning Sui's heart did not fluctuate.

If it was someone else, he must be anxiously wanting him to call someone at this time.

But Tranquility is different.

Because Ning Jing is very aware of his son's character.

It has been three years since he was born, and he has spoken twice in these three years.

The first time was standing next to his biological mother, watching his biological mother close her eyes, and suddenly called out "mother queen".

The second time was the day of divination, before he set foot on the formation, Ning Sui seemed to have a premonition of his future, and called him back.

Since then, Ning Sui has never spoken again.

Everyone felt that he didn't look like a three-year-old child, as if there was another soul in his body.

Cold, mature, those eyes can penetrate your heart and leave you nowhere to hide.

Ning Jing felt even more headache.

But Wugui seemed to sigh: "That's all."

He turned over and got off the tree, and landed in front of Ning Sui: "After all, it's cause and effect."

He handed the mask in his hand to Ning Sui: "Greetings, please call me Master in the future."

This is probably the most sloppy apprentice ceremony in the world.

But what was even more sloppy was that after Ning Sui took over the mask, he still didn't say a word.

But Taoist Master No Return is indeed "good tempered", and he didn't care about Ning Sui's impoliteness, nor did he care about red tape.

He stepped on the hexagrams at random, and in Ning Jing's shock, he tore a crack in front of Ning Sui: "Go in."

He pointed: "You can't finish these 4000 steps."

It's not because their physical strength can't keep up, it's just that this is a maze.

Wugui originally thought that a child like Ning Sui would show hesitation, hostility and distrust, but Ning Sui was the first to jump in.

Wu Gui looked at the disappearing back of the child, twisted his fingers and turned his head to ask Ning Jing, with a natural and familiar tone, as if the two were old friends who had known each other for many years: "Is it a bit too cruel for you... to ask a child to climb more than 4000 steps?" Already? It’s exhausting.”

Ning Ping also knew that his method was a bit stupid, but what could he do?

The posts to Wugui Shan were like disappearing into the sea, and there was no news, and since the ancestor, that is, Wugui's master, Wu Biao, Wugui never came out of the mountain again.

Finding him is harder than reaching the sky.

Ning Jing's post was also delivered to Wu Yuna, the homeless senior brother, but Wu Yu told them that he could not help them either.

So Ning Jing had no choice but to do so.

After that, Ning Sui's relationship with the homeless was no different from all the scenes in Ning Sui's memory.

It's just that because of the time, Ning Sui's memory is still a little fuzzy.

This dream almost recalled him and his every detail, so detailed that Ning Sui didn't think it was a dream.

Perhaps it was because he was always yearning for the days of the Mountain of No Return, that's why he felt that he had truly experienced it again.

Until he was startled by a little delusional thought in his dream, and then he left the Mountain of No Return in embarrassment and resolutely.

Ning Sui thought, it's time to wake up from the dream.

He didn't know what was the end of this seemingly long but very short dream to him.

But as far as he was concerned, there was no return in his life for the next two years, and there was no purpose at all.

The palace of Jinliang Yuzhu and the people coming and going around him, whether they kneel respectfully at his feet and call "Prince", or call him with timidity and fear in their blood, he is like duckweed among them float.

His world is always silent.

Until that day of catastrophe comes.

He calmly stood in the big formation jointly arranged by several top profound masters of the Taoist sect, waiting for his thunder calamity.

After Ning Sui came back to life, he didn't really remember what happened that day.

But at this moment, he was standing inside the formation, looking at Ning Ning who was nervous and praying outside, at Ning Ning's newly-married empress with complicated expression standing beside Ning Ning, and the one who was hugged tightly by the empress, looking at with red eyes. His little girl, who was already sobbing—

Ning Sui suddenly had a thought in his heart.

He seemed to have had the same idea at the time.

He is eighteen today.

He has eaten fish noodle soup for 13 years in Wuguishan,

After returning to the palace, I don't know if his father learned about this from Wuguina, and every year on his birthday, he would quietly send a bowl of fish noodle soup to his room.

But it was all late at night.

Now that it is still open today, can he wait until night, waiting for someone to quietly bring him a bowl of hot fish noodle soup?

Ning Sui closed his eyes.

He just stood there, all the breath dissipated little by little.

People who seemed to be on the verge of death could not help but see the tranquility with red eyes, and murmured something in a hoarse voice.

Ning Sui couldn't hear clearly.

In order to prevent the thunder from hitting others, they stayed far away from him.

Ning Sui took the initiative to stop the movement of the spiritual power in his body, making it even more incoherent.

He knew he couldn't wait for the fish noodle soup.

But that doesn't matter.

He has no obsession with fish soup noodles.

He just wants to meet the man who has been making his fish noodle soup for 13 years.

He had not heard from him or seen him for two years.

But he knew that his wish would probably not come true.

No Return is like a floating cloud in the sky, a wandering wild crane in the mountains, no one can make him stop.

Ning Sui thought.

He is all good but because he is his apprentice.

The moment he left Mountain of No Return, it meant that the somewhat vague master-student relationship between them had completely become icy.

When the spiritual power in his body stopped functioning, the sky seemed to be aware of it, and everything changed in an instant.

The originally clear sky rolled over with dark clouds, which were so thick that they almost covered all the light.

Ning Sui heard another voice in his body say: "Are you planning to die with me?"

"You're... you really have to do something like this?"

Ning Sui ignored him.

He was no longer the kid who would stand alone in the dead of night in an empty place, lower his voice and scream to get the monster out of him.

What happened after that?

Countless lightning tribulations that were aimed at another soul in his body fell on him, killing him together?

He really doesn't remember.

But the pain he imagined didn't hit.

When the first bolt of lightning fell, he also heard a crane cry.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a huge black-gold crane in the strong wind.

The crane stopped in front of him, and the gust of wind from its wings made everyone unable to open their eyes.

Ning Sui barely saw a patch of pine green, and then couldn't open his eyes anymore.

Because the sand is blowing in the wind, if you don't close your eyes, you may go blind.

Then Ning Sui felt himself falling into a warm embrace.

The man was half a head taller than him, and easily pulled him into his arms.

"It's a bit late."

He heard him chuckle: "Happy birthday."

Ning Sui was stunned for a moment.

He remembered that he had given him a random name that day, and afterwards he asked him——

"Why is it called Zhou He? I know that Zhou is a common surname in the Ning Dynasty, but why did you choose the word Crane? Did you see the crane on my sleeve? Then you are too casual, right?"

Actually not.

Ning Sui thought of the word "crane" because he saw a huge crane in the room where he stored puppets.

The workmanship is fine and beautiful, it is a puppet that no one can copy, and it can only be made by the top Yanshi.

It is exactly the same as the crane that swept the wind just now.

Ning Sui wanted to push him away, but was so overwhelmed by the overwhelming warmth that he had no strength left.

He could only tightly clenched his hands into fists, and let the money pull his fingers and palms, so as to suppress his truest thoughts——

He wants to hug him.

Ning Sui couldn't think about anything now, he was being carried forward by the dream.

He thought maybe the pain would be less when the thunderbolt landed on him in his arms, and he wouldn't be able to survive today, so a little bit of indulgence...

wrong.

There are lightning and thunder in my ears.

From time to time, in the darkness with his eyes closed, he could feel the sudden explosion of light.

But the pain did not appear.

Nothing.

On the contrary, the person holding him didn't make a sound after saying happy birthday.

The movement of holding him was also motionless, soft and as if it didn't exist.

Ning Sui finally noticed something in the warmth that spread all over.

When he put his arms around him... it felt like fingers were running down his back.

He knows how powerful he is, and it doesn't take much time to draw a talisman, and he can often build a talisman quickly with a little bit.

He also knew that he knew some forbidden techniques.

Ning Sui's calm and calm heart trembled slightly amidst the continuous sound of cranes.

He wanted to open his eyes to look at him, but he didn't want him to cover his eyes with his hands as if he had noticed something.

"you……"

Ning Sui spoke subconsciously, his voice was as cold as ever, but when he touched him, it was unavoidably a little hoarse.

"Don't look." His voice was as relaxed and smiling as ever, but this time it was low and a little empty: "Xiao Hei rarely comes out to let the wind go, he is a little excited."

Ning Sui couldn't think about who "Xiao Hei" was, his mind was full of weakness that couldn't be concealed in his tone: "Release."

His voice was very cold and trembling, but he repeated word by word: "Release."

Ning Sui knew that he knew what he was telling him to let go, but the person holding him didn't move. He just kept silent for a while and then laughed softly: "It's still not big or small...you don't even know how to call someone?"

If it was normal, Ning Sui would definitely turn his head and leave, or just cast a cold eye.

But this time Ning Sui shouted hoarsely: "No return, let go."

Facing his stubbornness, Wugui didn't move like a mountain, and instead teased: "Change the name, I don't like the name Wugui very much."

"...Zhou He." Ning Sui raised his left hand to grab his lapel: "Let's go."

Hearing this name, he paused for a moment, then sighed helplessly: "This is also...forget it."

He touched his head: "I won't push further."

After finishing speaking, he finally couldn't help coughing a few times.

Ning Sui wanted to open his eyes to see him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch him.

He knew that he had cast a spell on his eyes just now.

But why?

Why do you have to do this for him?

Ning Sui moved his lips, but before he could make a sound, he answered gently: "It's nothing, Xiao Hei is carrying it for you, I don't feel anything."

His tone was relaxed: "I just hug you because I haven't talked to you for two years. Let's see if our children are eating well and losing weight."

He seemed about to say something more, but couldn't.

Because Ning Sui tightened his grip on the hem of his clothes, veins appeared on the back of his white hands.

Wugui sighed, and patted his head restrainedly: "Why are you so smart?"

He swallowed the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, ignoring the rusty smell in his mouth: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"Remove."

Ning Sui lived for 18 years, bowed his head for the first time, and stopped speaking in a cold tone for the first time.

But his voice was naturally cold, like the unmelted snow on the top of the mountain: "It's useless. My soul is dissipating."

This is his fate.

Even he couldn't protect him well.

Wugui patiently straightened his wind-torn hair for him: "It's useful."

He really has no way to block the lightning strike on his soul for him, but it is fine for him to bear the physical pain.

His little friend just needs to stay in his arms with peace of mind.

Now all the pain and scars will be borne by him, and all subsequent chess games will be played by him.

He couldn't bear the pain from the thunder that day, let alone the child who was pampered by him since childhood?

With a smile in Wugui's eyes, he held Ning Sui's face with one hand, his eyes were gentle and sincere.

He wants to be able to shelter his wings.

Ning Sui didn't understand, so he didn't point out when he had no return.

He only swallowed the blood gushing from his throat and said softly, "Ningning, get some sleep."

what?

Ning Sui felt that his soul was becoming dizzy, so that he could no longer think about too many things.

"It'll be fine after a short sleep." Wugui watched as his hand let go of him little by little, and gently stroked his face with his fingertips: "When you wake up, everything will be over."

Ning Sui was indeed about to lose his hold.

His whole body fell limply in his arms, and he felt that Wugui seemed to be wearing something on him.

Then his world fell into darkness.

It's just that the dream is not over.

Ning Sui saw Wugui hugging him from a third-party perspective, and vomited a large amount of blood, which splashed on his turquoise robe.

The man's originally tall and straight figure looked a little thin at this moment. Although he was still smiling, his complexion was very pale.

This wild wind seems to be able to blow him down easily.

Ning Sui's heart was also cut out and thrown into the wind to torture wantonly.

He thought that he didn't care about him that much, and that little delusion was just a "point".

But seeing his weakness now, Ning Sui hated himself very much.

He hadn't had such vivid emotions for a long time.

He knew what he hated.

He actually forgot about this scene...

Ning Sui wished he hadn't been here at all.

Can't wait for him to let him die in this lightning calamity and never come back to life again.

This is better than him suffering such a serious injury for him.

He is not worth it.

He saw the man fasten his cassock for him slowly, and then said in a low voice, "You're eighteen, you can wear a robe now."

Wugui combed his hair gently, not caring at all about the blood on his body, nor the little blood that splashed on Ning Sui's body.

Obviously the pain from Lei Jie made his hands tremble slightly, obviously the spiritual veins in his body burst from the last lightning strike, obviously the blood in his abdominal cavity couldn't stop surging and even his breathing and heartbeat All became very weak and almost died.

But he just caressed Ning Sui's face, suppressing his desire to kiss, and said softly: "Next time... I hope you can change your name."

wake up.

Ning Sui opened his eyes.

He looked at the somewhat old beams in front of him and frowned slightly.

He got up and turned his head to look, and happened to meet Zhou He's gaze at the backlight of the door.

Ning Sui looked at him calmly, without taking his gaze away.

Zhou He raised his eyebrows, and raised the paper and calligraphy in his hand: "The scholar's name is Luo Yang, come and have a look?"

Ning Sui didn't move, just looked at Zhou He.

He is not a fool.

That dream made him know many things.

Especially the many secrets about Zhou He.

If he wants to ask, he can ask as many questions as he wants.

One by one, one can peek into the secrets hidden by Zhou He.

And then—

He actually guessed a rough idea.

Seeing that he was not moving, Zhou He was not in a hurry, but just looked at him with the thing in his hand.

His gaze is the gentle and natural that Ning Sui is most familiar with, as if he didn't notice Ning Sui's weird silence at all.

Ning Sui sat on the bed made of straw that smelled bad and watched him quietly for a while.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, Ning Sui lowered his head and sniffed at the hem of his clothes.

More than 200 years ago, Zhou He's blood was splashed on it.

That was the first time he saw Zhou He injured.

It was because of the embarrassment he made.

There was no bloody smell on it.

Of course.

Zhou He personally embroidered the rune for him with a cleansing spell inside, and no dust would stay on his cassock.

Zhou He was not surprised by Ning Sui's behavior.

He just turned his head to look, and suddenly heard Ning Sui ask with a cold face: "...do you still want to hear me call you? Master?"

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Shi Chuanhe once thought that the first interaction between him and Ye Yan would be when Ye Yan was revealed to be running a band without permission, so he forwarded it and sneered.

But he didn't expect that he was the one who was pinned down by their boss and retweeted the kitten taken by Ye Yan with the words: cute and want to touch.

Ye Yan once thought that the first interaction between him and Shi Chuanhe would be when Shi Chuanhe was exposed to the temper of the young master, so he forwarded it and satirized it.

But he didn't expect that it was the Weibo reposted by Chuanhe when his boss commented on it: I knew you would like it.

The two looked at each other across the long table and smiled, tacitly nauseated.

Since then the whole boy group has understood one thing - can't let him