I became my brother's cloud baby

"Hahahahaha..."

Kyuubi raised his head and laughed wildly, but this laughter was somewhat desolate.

"It's really interesting..."

Finally, she stopped laughing, looked at her clenched hands for a moment, and suddenly opened her palms.

Purple dust fell from his palm, and a strange smell exploded all over the sky.

"This is the meeting ceremony I prepared for you."

"It's an illusion!" Ning Qing subconsciously covered her nose, "Cover your nose!"

Wu Zhi lowered his head and covered his nose, the smell passed into his nose vaguely.

Everything around him began to freeze under the control of Kyuubi, the icy white snow made people tremble, and the coolness climbed up endless fingertips.

Wu Zhi is naturally hot, and has nothing to do with this ice and snow. Logically speaking, this ice and snow has no effect on him, but Wu Zhi feels cold in an instant.

He only felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and his fingers were red from the snow flying all over the sky, until a familiar voice came from behind: "A Zhi."

The coldness on his body was instantly repelled by the warmth that came from nowhere.

He turned his head and saw a young man in white standing in the blue, holding a long sword in his hand, his brows and eyes were as clear as a mirror, like the moon and the breeze, full of youthful demeanor.

His brother.

ink on.

He suddenly remembered that winter.

The young man in white was sitting by the frozen pool in fox fur, holding a cat in his arms. The snow-white fur seemed to have been soaked in snow. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Wu Zhi who was practicing sword.

"Senior Brother Mo, let the Immortal Venerable tell you that cats are not allowed. If you let him know about this, you will definitely be reprimanded by him." Another junior sword practicer under the tree noticed him and kindly reminded him.

Mo Shang just lowered his eyes slowly, without any rebuttal, and let the junior brother take the cat away. He couldn't see any emotion in his eyes, but Wu Zhi could see reluctance.

Seeing this scene, Wuzhi walked forward and whispered to the person holding the cat, "Hey, give me the cat."

"Junior brother... what do you want this cat for?" the person asked.

Wu Zhi flicked his middle sword, and said casually: "Stew meat."

"What? Don't be tempted to kill!"

Hearing this, he sneered endlessly: "Okay, am I that kind of person? I'll carry it and let it go, give it to me quickly."

The man looked at the cat, and handed the cat to Wu Zhi suspiciously.

Wu Zhi took the cat, looked at Mo Shang and pondered for a while, then swaggered into the room.

He lived in the largest house among all the brothers and sisters, and it was not a problem to put a cat in it. He put the cat on the bed, and sat by the window looking at Moshang who was sitting alone outside, wanting to see how long this man could hold back. when.

As a result, he watched and fell asleep.

The winter night was not warm, and the windows were kept open for a long time. He didn't feel cold until the cold snowflakes floated on his face. He got up and stretched out his hand to close the window. Suddenly, his hand that closed the window stopped.

He saw Mo Shang was still sitting by the pool, with many snowflakes piled on his shoulders, looking lonely and desolate.

After thinking about it for a while, he felt that Mo Shang was very pitiful, so he reached out to pick up the sleeping cat and went outside.

"What are you doing sitting here? Aren't you cold?" Wu Zhi sat down next to Mo Shang, and reached out to stroke the cat in his arms.

"..." Mo Shang looked up at Wu Zhi, and after seeing the cat in Wu Zhi's arms, there was an imperceptible light in his eyes.

Seeing the light in his eyes, Wu Zhi felt a little teasing, he stroked the cat's head: "Do you want to pet it?"

"Think..." Mo Shang blurted out immediately.

Wuzhi didn't expect this person to be so honest, and felt bored, so he handed the cat to him: "Aren't you that Mohist son? Why don't you even dare to ask for a cat? If you tell your master, maybe he will Just let you raise it."

Wen Yanmo paused for a while, before holding back a sentence: "Thank you."

Wuzhi was stunned: "What can I thank you for? Well... you should go inside and rest early, it's too cold outside, I'm going back." After he finished speaking, he went back to the house, and when he closed the window, he looked outside. Eyes, this Moshang really left after hugging the cat.

Just love cats?

In the morning Wuzhi was falling asleep, the senior brother who was holding the cat yesterday rushed in: "Master...junior brother!"

"What's wrong?" Wu Zhi turned over without even lifting his eyelids.

"Oh! Did you return the cat to Senior Brother Mo? You...you are so confused!"

"Why am I confused?"

"You don't know that Senior Brother Mo...is being punished!"

"How did you get punished?"

"Go to the Discipline Pavilion to have a look!"

Naturally, it is not so easy to enter the Precepts Pavilion. It is not easy to turn it in. After entering, I saw Mo Shang kneeling in the middle of the hall, his face was a little ugly, and his mouth turned white.

After looking at it for a while, Wuzhi walked over and asked, "Where's the cat?"

Mo Shang didn't answer him.

After scrutinizing it for a while, Wuzhi sat next to Moshang, and took out a warm pancake from his pocket: "Here, here you are."

He looked at the pancake for a while, lowered his eyes slightly, and did not take the pancake from Wu Zhi's hand.

It seems to be careful.

Wuzhi had no choice but to take back the cake, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the gleaming scar on his hand, and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

He still didn't speak.

"Senior brother, you..." Wuzhi couldn't help but chuckled a few times, breaking the silent atmosphere. After a while, he looked at Moshang seriously, "Speak out when it hurts, and say what you want directly, besides that Many people adore you, why do you hold back?"

Mo Shang looked at it for a while, but stopped.

The snow outside was getting bigger and bigger, Wu Zhi got up to close the doors and windows, and when he came back, he saw Mo Shang shivering in the corner.

"Are you cold?" Wu Zhi walked over.

"No." He replied.

Seeing his appearance, Wu Zhi started to take off his coat without saying a word, against the half-bright candlelight, he didn't look shy at all.

Seeing the clothes slipping off Wu Zhi's body, Mo Shang was slightly taken aback, and quickly shifted his gaze away.

Wuzhi noticed his movements, but still smiled and said: "What's the matter?" But the next second he threw his coat to Mo Shang, "Put it on."

Mo Shang caught the clothes, a little surprised.

"Aren't you cold? Put it on." Wuzhi looked at him for a while.

He glanced at Wu Zhi once again, and hugged the clothes tightly in his arms without hesitation. He didn't recover until the smell of Wu Zhi entered his nose, "Aren't you cold?"

"Why am I cold?" Wuzhi sat down, and felt that Mo Shang's appearance looked very cute, so he couldn't help reaching out and scratching a small lock of hair on Mo Shang's head, and said with a smile, "Your hair When did you have it? Senior Mo, this doesn't suit you..."

In the cold and gloomy winter, in the not-so-warm Discipline Pavilion, Mo Shang remained silent, enduring the heat that climbed up his face, while the voice of the person next to him was eloquent:

"Come, come, let me sing you a heroic song..."

Wuzhi can't remember exactly when he finished singing, when he fell asleep and fell asleep.

The fragrance of pear blossoms from outside the hall wafted in. The smell was very pleasant, but after an unknown period of time, the smell suddenly disappeared.

Wuzhi felt that he had suddenly lost his sense of security and woke up suddenly.

When he opened his eyes, it seemed that the scene had changed, surrounded by endless blackness, so dark that it was frightening, only a touch of white in the black was extremely conspicuous.

That white is a person, he fell there, blood gradually seeped into his white clothes that shouldn't be stained with any dust.

"Isn't your inner demon your senior brother?" A deep voice sounded.

Looking at it, there was a man sitting on the bloody chair in the darkness. He was wearing a black cloak, and he was watching all this with interest, his beautiful peach eyes narrowed.

is himself.

To be precise, it was me at that time.

His endless gaze stayed on Mo Shang's body, he watched the blood flow continuously, Mo Shang's eyes were covered with icicles, and he couldn't see any expression clearly.

He thought, this person is like this now, is he still so calm?He thought for a while, then slowly approached, and smelled the scent of pear blossoms again.

It turns out that this smell is from the senior brother.

"Kill him, and the Xuanling Jade will be yours." The voice of the man on the seat was getting closer, and he couldn't wait.

"Xuanlingyu, don't you want it? Didn't you come here just for Xuanlingyu?"

Wu Zhi only looked at Mo Shang carefully, he felt that this scene was very familiar.

Mo Shang...why is he motionless?

"What's wrong? Are you wondering how he became like this?"

"You forgot...it was you..."

He remembered that the day he had just ascended the throne, the Immortal Realm said they would attack him, but in the end only his good senior brother entered the Hall of Illusions alone.

Crying to kill him.

In the end...Of course Mo Shang didn't succeed.

Thinking of this, Wuzhi smiled with satisfaction.

In the dark space where no light can be seen, a sharp sword suddenly appeared,

"Use this to kill him."

but……

Is Mo Shang really his demon?

When he first started, he was out of place. It was Mo Shang who was willing to stand by his side and teach him martial arts. Later, when he went astray, it was his brother who came to persuade him alone...

But I still hate him very much, hate him... It is precisely because of this that he likes it, the more he likes it, the more he hates it.

Wu Zhi thinks that he was born like this, he can't get used to Mo Shang, he can't see him getting angry and Mo Shang can't get angry, he can't get used to Mo Shang's always upright and upright appearance, and he can't get used to...

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes suddenly a little confused.

What exactly did Mo Shang do wrong?

"What are you hesitating about?"

"You don't want Xuan Lingyu anymore?"

He looked at the sword in his hand, after all he still hesitated, Mo Shang...is it his demon?

Devil...

The pear blossom on the tip of the nose smells like a dream.

It's me.

"Why don't you do it yet?" The man on the seat was extremely impatient.

He gripped the sword tightly, and suddenly turned around.

Following his own will, the sharp sword stabbed at him resolutely.

Endlessly felt a piercing pain that I hadn't felt in a long time.

"What are you doing??!" the man on the seat roared.

The dark space shattered like an ice surface, and the corners of Wu Zhi's mouth curled up into a smile.

At the last moment, he still had an obsession in his heart, he wanted to see his senior brother's face.

This face that I don't remember very clearly.

Holding back the pain, he stretched out his hand and pulled off the white cloth on his face.

There is gradually light in the darkness.

Holding the ice cream in Wu Zhi's hands, his eyes were on the man's eyes, trembling a little.

pear blossom...

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