Shizun, a sick beauty dressed as a hero

Mu Nanfeng didn't respond, Su Xian waited in the dark.

When Mu Nanfeng didn't come, he was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, always worried that he would kill him.But Mu Nanfeng was silent, but he had a lot of patience, waiting quietly and relaxed.

Finally, there was a hoarse response.

"I haven't done what I promised you... I'll kill you after you return Neidan back."

That's it...much better than expected.

The white-clothed immortal twitched slightly, as if surprised by the kindness of the person in front of him.He raised his head lightly, and smiled palely at the person who would kill him: "Okay, thank you."

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The cloud chariot flew into the sky, turned into blue light, and rushed into the sparse clouds.

Lu Jiuli went back to the Xuanyou Sect by himself and wanted to control the sword, but he arranged a cloud carriage somewhere. The carriage was covered with soft flannel everywhere, and Suxian stepped on it, and his body sank slightly.

Yunche couldn't see through his consciousness, he raised his head blankly, trying to find Mu Nanfeng in the car.Behind him, layers of thick and soft curtains descended.

It will take several days to fly back to Xuanyouzong.The cloud car was the size of a room, and Mu Nanfeng checked the car to prevent it from hurting Suxian's fragile body.Looking back, I saw Suxian looking forward blankly, unable to find him, feeling a little anxious.

Mu Nanfeng looked slightly warm, got up and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"I can't see it." Suxian smashed and smashed, too lazy to hide his weakness. Anyway, everyone who should be thrown away has been thrown away in front of Mu Nanfeng, "Although no one is watching now...can you point me to Sit down?"

Hearing that the cloud car was flying very slowly, he had to sit down.But what can impress Mu Nanfeng and ask him to help him?

Su Xian thought for a while, and finally decided that if Mu Nanfeng refused to agree to him, he would say that he would not find a way for Mu Nanfeng to take out the inner alchemy.Don't let him sit, but let him suffer on behalf of others, how can there be such a good thing.

But before he could speak, a warm hand supported his elbow, guiding him forward.

Such enthusiasm makes Suxian feel bad.He sat firmly on the soft bed, stretched out his hand to press down on his body, and pursed his lips a few times, until his light-colored lips became hot, before he said to Mu Nanfeng who had already retreated a little: "Thank you."

Thank you sincerely, but the words are cold and alienated.

Mu Nanfeng's eyes gradually darkened, and he felt that it would be better to let the master be more afraid of him than to treat him coldly.The evil thoughts gradually expanded, like foul-smelling bubbles emerging from a swamp.There was a soft rubbing sound of clothes in my ears, and the air bubbles popped.

Su Xian was so exhausted that she fell asleep with her head tilted.The clothes were messed up, and only then did the sound come out.

Beauty is beautiful, but it is as fragile as a bubble, how dare he surprise people again.Not only his body, but also his temperament. Strong and cowardly, indifferent and kind, completely incompatible temperaments mixed in him, attracting Mu Nanfeng's eyes.

After all, Mu Nanfeng sighed deeply, carefully dragged his soft body, hugged him into the quilt, gently tucked the corners of the quilt, stepped back by himself, sat on the side, staring at Su Su Xian's sleeping face.

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Suxian slept until late at night, and when she woke up, she felt lost.

He has always been sleepy, and he thought he could sleep for another three days and three nights.

It's just that a long and piercing voice suddenly sounded in his ears, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

"—fourteen days."

Harsh laughter lingered in the sea of ​​consciousness, fleeting.He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were dark, and his forehead was full of sweat.

A soft handkerchief touched his forehead, and a gentle voice came from his ear: "Did you have a nightmare? It's all right now."

"Nanfeng..." Su Xian called out subconsciously, and then realized that Mu Nanfeng beside her was a man-eating monster, suddenly lost, and said lightly, "It's okay."

When he heard it, the man who was an apprentice sighed softly: "I clearly woke up from a nightmare, and I was the first one to look for."

It's not that he's going to have a nightmare, or that he's looking for Mu Nanfeng.Su Xian pursed her lips, the corners of her eyes were hot, and in the end she tried to save face from tears.

He kept silent, Mu Nanfeng knew he had said something wrong, so he turned around and gave him a few sips of water.Su Xian's mouth was dry, half urgent and half forced to swallow a few mouthfuls of sweet rain, and coughed from choking.

Mu Nanfeng gave him light air, and under the spiritual power, Su Xian quickly settled down.He rubbed his fingertips against his lower abdomen, his heart tightened, he turned his head, and his voice sounded like a sigh: "Thank you."

"...You're welcome." Mu Nanfeng cared, but was blocked by his unfeeling thank you, so he could only take a rest and evacuated Su Xian.

Wen Nuan left him, Su Xian was stunned for a moment, leaned her head back, hit the wall hard, and was stunned.

He blinked blankly: "..."

So hard, so painful.

Mu Nanfeng witnessed the tragedy, but he didn't have time to stop it: "..."

How could he get angry.The master is so confused, what if the master smashed himself when he was sulking.

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After Suxian woke up, he didn't sleep anymore, his head was knocked so that he was dazed, and it hurt when he leaned against the wall. Mu Nanfeng brought him a soft pillow, and he leaned on the soft pillow, tilted his head, and opened his eyes absently. squinting.

Mu Nanfeng followed his gaze and glanced around.

Exquisite ornaments, dim lights...he could see everything, but he couldn't see what Master wanted to see.

Suxian thought a lot, and when she thought about it, she became dizzy and thought of something else.

Su Xian was thinking about the original owner, thinking that he would not be able to steal a lot of money, that he would harm others and himself, so he died happily and left him to deal with Mu Nanfeng's anger.

He thought of Mu Nanfeng again.If it wasn't for the fact that the two of them had opposing positions, he really wanted to sleep in Mu Nanfeng's arms.It was too embarrassing to say it, so he only thought about it quietly, and wanted to admire Nanfeng's warm breath and gentle tone.

The more he thought about it, the more addicted he became.Will Mu Nanfeng's thigh be a good pillow, bouncing on it while sleeping?The same is true of his chest, which Suxian had felt in his arms before, it was elastic and resilient.The waist is also surprisingly huggable, if only I could make him a pillow.

Suxian didn't find it difficult to deal with Mu Nanfeng's tone of voice.Especially when he let go of his hostility and spoke to himself, his voice was magnetic, which made people want to sleep.With such a nice voice, if he could tell stories to lull him to sleep, how comfortable it would be.

His Xiao Xiang's voice sounded inappropriately: "What is Master thinking?"

It was hoarse and low, if it didn't sound when he was fantasizing, he would be very happy.Now Su Xian is only full of fright and guilty conscience, and dare not speak out, for fear of revealing the truth once she opens her mouth.

He was so guilty that his whole body tensed up, but in the eyes of others, he put on a defensive posture, unwilling to let haters peep into his heart.

He was uneasy.He hoped that Mu Nanfeng would just ask a casual question, and he would hold on and survive.

But Mu Nanfeng didn't seem to plan to retreat easily.His eyes were too hot, as if they were real, they spread on the clothes, corroding the clothes that covered Suxian's body with heat, forcing him to be honest.

Su Xian tilted her head, half of her face sank into the soft pillow, and asked softly, "Why are you asking this?"

"You asked me what to do... I said my heart, will you listen?" Mu Nanfeng's voice was laughing, and Su Xian couldn't tell whether he was laughing at himself or at him.

Su Xian pursed her lips.

Even if Mu Nanfeng wanted to say it, he didn't want to hear it.The matter between Mu Nanfeng and the original owner is the worst account in the world.He was too aware of how much resentment Mu Nanfeng had in his heart.In the original book, the male protagonist finally proves the way by killing, sacrifices to the world of comprehension, and goes through the void.

but……

Su Xian's blank gaze turned to Mu Nanfeng, he thought, for a person with such a gentle nature to become such a lunatic and a monster who can't be considered a human, did he do it voluntarily?

Is it really impossible to reverse it?

A small worm was planted in his mind, moving delicately, tugging at his heartstrings.

He heard Mu Nanfeng finished speaking, and went out to check if they had gone astray.When Mu Nanfeng came back, he was still carrying the cool breeze on his body.

Su Xian closed his eyes and leaned on the soft pillow, Mu Nanfeng thought he was asleep again, so he walked over, trying to wrap him in a quilt so as not to catch a cold.

Just stretched out his hand, but heard the sleeping person whispered: "Yes."

You say, I will listen.

Su Xian said so to him in a cold tone.

Mu Nanfeng froze in mid-air. After a long time, his fingertips moved slightly.

"Master," he said with a smile, "I have worshiped you for 130 years, and I have been with you day and night. I thought you were the only person in this world worthy of being close to me. Even if you hurt me deeply and want to die with me, Now that we are in the same room, how can I treat you as nothing. When you woke up from the nightmare, you still wanted to find me. I care about you, but it's just a long-standing habit that hasn't been changed. "

He said this with a smirk.Until now, he couldn't even say that he really cared about him.Master doesn't want to see him, he has made himself unable to see everything in the world.If he heard his sloppy confession, he would be so angry that he would shut up his sense of hearing.

The master agreed, willing to listen to him, he was satisfied enough.Mu Nanfeng exhaled deeply, suffocating with laughter.

Su Xian asked hesitantly: "Are you... sincere?"

Mu Nanfeng stared at his vacant eyes, and almost said what was in his heart.He reined in, pretending to be cheerful: "Otherwise? You are my prisoner, what right do you have for me to lie to you?"

"Too."

These few words seemed to have exhausted all of Su Xian's strength, and he began to lean on the soft bed again, staring at the void.

He sensed that Mu Nanfeng was looking at him.The liar was watching him.

Too strange.It was obvious that he was the one under the control of others, but Mu Nanfeng's tone seemed to be about to cry.

Su Xian thought, when she was about to cry, she could easily tell a lie.Mu Nanfeng must be telling lies.But why?Didn't he get close to Immortal Suxian before?

Suxian was too confused, and his doubts consumed too much energy and made him fall asleep drowsily.

He knew he was sick.It was like this in the past, when he got sick, he would lie in bed all day, drowsy, relying on the porridge and rice fed by others to maintain his life.Otherwise, all fell asleep.

He was so sick that he was lying in bed, and he didn't even have the strength to squirm under the covers.

A cold laughter came from his ears, like ropes, binding his limbs stiff.

Someone whispered in his ear, "Thirteen days."

He woke up suddenly, his pupils shrunk, helpless and vulnerable.

Mu Nanfeng kept looking at him, Su Xian's pale face came into his eyes, he walked over a few steps, and wanted to hug Su Xian.He held back, took out his handkerchief, wiped Suxian's face, and gave water to the newly sober.

Suxian couldn't recover, swallowed water stiffly, and waited for Mu Nanfeng to take away the porcelain bowl before softly opening her mouth: "What time is... now?"

All voices trembled.

"It's midnight, it's midnight." Mu Nanfeng said.

He was slightly startled, and there was some hesitation in his voice: "The last time Master woke up from a nightmare, it was also midnight... What did you dream about?"

When he asked, he was afraid that he would disturb Suxian by getting too close, so he took a few steps back.

Su Xian only heard him say that the last time that voice appeared was also midnight.The mind exploded into a ball.

The last time was the [-]th, this time it is the [-]th... What will happen when the last day is counted?

When Suxian Immortal Venerable first entered the teacher's school, he was caught by the demon cultivator, and he was prepared to teach him for sixty days, and there were still fifteen days left, and now the remaining thirteen days...does this matter?

Su Xian only felt her heart constrict, and at some point, the warm atmosphere around her disappeared.He was left alone, alone, listening to the piercing laughter.

"Don't go..." Su Xian subconsciously said.

He suddenly realized his fragility, and realized how much he wanted to get close to Mu Nanfeng when he admitted his fragility.But he can't show it, and he can be pinched and scolded if he shows it.He could only support himself, panting, and threatened Mu Nanfeng: "Do you want to know what I dreamed about?"

Mu Nanfeng responded, and his approaching steps paused.

But Su Xian laughed softly.He was so frightened that he laughed like weeping.

Mu Nanfeng's throat moved slightly, he really wanted to go up and hug him.

"Hold me," Suxian lowered her head, hiding her crying expression, and repeated stubbornly in a low voice, "Hug me, and I'll tell you."