Shizun, a sick beauty dressed as a hero

Qingming Peak.A misty rain.

The fragrance of tea mixed with the fragrance of rain, Mei Yu sat in the small pavilion.Qingming Peak seemed to be raining all the time, and he also seemed to be waiting for someone.

The person who came was dressed in black, and his whole body was chilling.

Mei Yu calmly raised his glass to Mu Nanfeng: "Nephew come to drink tea?"

Mu Nanfeng didn't answer.

In the next instant, his sword was across Mei Yu's neck.He smelled misty and rainy, and couldn't suppress the deep-seated hatred.

"I thought about it carefully... every time Master betrays me, it seems to be related to you?" His voice was as gentle as usual, but it was full of blood.

"I don't remember what you said a long time ago. You'd better go and see for yourself." Mei Yu just smiled, still holding the cup of tea.

"If you don't drink today, if you can drink it next time...you have to ask Xiao Suxian."

He didn't move, but the sword that forced him trembled.

The sword trembled more and more, Mei Yu saw him working hard, stretched out her hand and pushed it, and the black figure fell heavily.Mu Nanfeng tried his best to keep his eyes open, not wanting to just fall into a coma.But after all, he was no match for tiredness, and his consciousness sank into the abyss.

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"Senior brother... Nanfeng is..."

Master's voice.

Mu Nanfeng woke up slowly and returned to the palace of Qingjing Peak.

He seemed to be on a high place, Su Xian was a few steps away from him, with his back turned to him, and took over the body in front of him.

Master has always been shy of strangers, how could Mei Yu let him support other people's bodies... Mu Nanfeng frowned slightly, and looked forward to see the person's face clearly, the notch between the brows was even deeper.

He was so familiar with that body...it was himself.

Mu Nanfeng looked at himself, and called Suxian again.

"Master."

Suxian didn't realize it, and still asked the person in front of her: "How did senior brother meet Nanfeng?"

When he woke up, Mu Nanfeng was not there, so he was still a little sad.After waiting for a long time, he lay on the bed in a daze for a long time, but the one who waited was an unconscious Mu Nanfeng.While worrying, I was also a little happy.He said a lot of embarrassing things before he passed out, so he doesn't need to face it so quickly... Also, okay.

Mei Yu chuckled lightly: "Young brother should know what he is looking for me for."

Su Xian's face was pale, she slightly pursed her bloodless lips, and shook her head slightly: "Nuqi...I can't do it...Senior brother, is there any other way?"

Mei Yu smiled and sighed, Su Xian was completely disheartened.

Mei Yu helped him, helped Mu Nanfeng onto the bed, and gave Suxian a fingernail-sized jade ring: "I sealed his consciousness, little Suxian, you don't have to push yourself too hard, just squeeze it when you understand it." Broken Jade Token. When the Jade Token is broken, he will wake up, and the bond will be formed at that time."

He sighed softly: "Brother can only send you here, the rest is up to you to decide."

The black shadow beside the two of them raised the corners of their lips slightly, and met Mei Yu's seemingly invisible gaze.

The line of sight splits at the touch of a button.

This person did it on purpose.He had known for a long time that Master would fail, so he deliberately waited.Qingming Peak is a trap.

It's not that Mu Nanfeng didn't think about it, but he didn't expect that Mei Yu had lost his memory, but there was still a way to restrain him... What exactly did he and his master know?

Mu Nanfeng withdrew his gaze and looked at his body.The jade ring cast a faint light on him, and if the jade ring was not broken, he would definitely not be able to go back.But if it is broken, he will be the master's slave forever... What do they want their slave to do?

Mu Nanfeng was looking forward to when Su Xian would crush Yu Ling.No matter how obedient he is usually, his master has never been unambiguous when it comes to stabbing himself coldly.When he came back to his senses, he should have opened the jade token tomorrow, or...in the next moment?

Hei Ying's eyes were burning, staring at the jade token in Su Xian's hand.

Mei Yu turned her head and said goodbye to Suxian.After he left, Suxian froze in place, shrank her fingertips, and Yu Ling hid her even tighter.

Caressing Yuling with his soft fingertips, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what a life-threatening thing was in his hand, flinched in fright, and threw it out.

Yu Ling fell into Mu Nanfeng's hand, and he fell asleep, so he couldn't touch it.Su Xian fled as if fleeing.

There was only a black shadow left, and he tried in vain to get the jade order several times, but was bounced away repeatedly.

Mu Nanfeng: "..."

Hanging him like this, it's better to pinch him early and save worry.

After all, he hasn't asked what the master said about "Master" exactly.

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Practicing the sword can stop the fire in the heart.

In memory, who said this sentence to him, and who did he teach this sentence to.

With the sword in his hand, he looks like the most eye-catching beauty in the world. Looking at it, he forgets all the troubles in the world.

The leaves rustle in the bamboo forest.

Su Xian didn't know that she could dance a sword.I don't even know that I will cry when I dance the sword.What's more, he would cry and call Mu Nanfeng's name while crying.

He really didn't know what to do.His body has recognized its owner, Nu Chi is stuck in the middle of the road, it is up to him whether to live twisted and entangled, or to let Mu Nanfeng fall asleep all the time.

If he had just passed through, he would have happily thrown the jade ring aside, and lived happily with the stolen money in his arms, one day at a time.

But he couldn't do it.

Thinking of the days to come without Mu Nanfeng, he couldn't help shaking, his body felt as if he was going to strangle himself, and his heart was even more sour.

He... what happened to him...

The sword cultivator who never misses, finally let go of his sword and landed on the ground with a clatter.

The fairy in white was like a boy who couldn't hold a sword. After practicing for a long time, he was covered in sweat and couldn't hold the sword anymore, so he squatted on the ground aggrieved, gasping for breath.

Mu Nanfeng was wandering in the bamboo forest, watching him coldly while supporting the bamboo, kneeling unbearably.

I cried heartbreakingly.

"I thought you were crying for me." Mu Nanfeng stood still and looked down at him, "How could you really cry so hard for me..."

Su Xian twitched, not because she was crying for anyone to see, but collapsed alone.Mu Nanfeng was stiff, hesitated again and again, squatted down, and stretched out his hand uncontrollably, trying to wipe away the tears on Su Xian.

—But he seems to be wrong.Mu Nanfeng thought, it turned out that the master used to be quite restrained in crying in front of him, he was really like a playful child in his heart, usually in front of him, he could be regarded as being strong and mature.

The fingertips brushed Su Xian's cheek, and passed straight through.He couldn't touch the red and swollen corners of the eyes, the moist cheeks, and the well-curved chin.

I knew it would be like this.Mu Nanfeng chuckled, but his face was lonely.

The crying person was tired from crying, but his body froze for a moment.

Who...was wiping his tears?

He raised his head, and the already cold tears slid down, reluctant to part like a married girl.

The eyes that were red from crying were shining brightly, as if they could penetrate into people's hearts.

His voice was hoarse, and the voice he spit out was flattened and tinged with confusion.

"……south wind?"

"...I'm here." Mu Nanfeng murmured, sitting beside Suxian, and gently hugged him.

"Don't cry, don't cry."