Dressed as a sick beauty

Knead for a while.

Wen Qiushi broke away the hand holding his slender wrist, broke free from the confinement, and landed his palm on Gu Moze's chest.

Across the sky cloud suit, the cold air lingered on the fingertips, Wen Qiushi frowned slightly, looked at the fainting person, and said a little: "Don't die."

At noon, when the Fuhunzhu was in trouble in the restaurant, Gu Moze's hostility surrounded him, and he almost lost control. Fortunately, it didn't cause a catastrophe, and he left afterwards to find a place to suppress the Fuhunzhu.

Normally, at times like this, Gu Moze would find a hidden and safe place to avoid outside interference.

The only mistake in the original book was when he resisted the righteous people who came to kill him, and at the same time endured the backlash of the soul-hunting pearl, and almost died in Huangquan.

At this moment, Wen Qiushi could hardly notice Gu Moze's heartbeat, it was extremely weak. If he guessed correctly, Gu Moze forcibly interrupted the soul-hunting orb for some reason, and then suffered backlash, becoming cold all over, with a look of The appearance of being slaughtered.

Wen Qiushi thought for a moment, got out of bed and walked to the desk, drew Zhang Fu with a brush, then poured a cup of tea, leaned against the screen to rest and wait.

Not long after, Gu Moze, whose face was slightly pale, opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on him.

The bell on Wen Qiushi's wrist rang lightly, and he shook it in response.

"Who moved?"

Wen Qiushi wondered.

Could it be that in Gu Moze's eyes, he wasn't dangerous at all, he was clearly a fish under the knife, and he still had the leisure to ask such insignificant things.

He put down the teacup, stood on the side of the bed, and looked down at the immobile person.

"This image falls into my hands, are you really not afraid?"

Gu Moze's spiritual power and Fuhunzhu's two forces were fighting fiercely, his brows and eyes were full of hostility, he opened his mouth in a cold voice, his fingertips touched something soft, he touched the quilt on his body, and was stunned for a while.

"Did you cover it for me?"

The voice was a little dazed.

Wen Qiushi smiled softly: "I wrapped you up."

Gu Moze: "..."

Wen Qiushi leaned over and slowly extended his hand to him: "Do you still remember the restaurant threatening me?"

Gu Moze frowned: "I won't do it again."

Wen Qiushi paused, but he didn't expect him to admit his mistake so quickly, and he withdrew his hand regretfully, "If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, and there is nothing good about it..."

"The second floor is too low for minimal effect."

The young man lying on his side on the couch suddenly had gloomy eyes, staring at the sullen young man beside the bed, and said in annoyed tone, "Uncle Master didn't lean on me until the end, I will take Uncle Master to the Thousand-story Pagoda from now on, Uncle Master... …”

"What did you say?"

Wen Qiushi interrupted with a cold voice, with an angry look on Gu Moze's face that he had never seen before, the slender fingers of his left hand curled up and stretched towards him like eagle claws.

Murderous, as if to crush his neck.

Gu Moze pursed his thin lips tightly: "No one can kill me."

He spoke coldly, but his expression seemed a bit complicated. When his dark eyes couldn't help but stare at Wen Qiu, the blood in his eyes welled up.

"When I recover, I will not only take you captive to the Thousand-story Pagoda, but also take you...well."

An indistinct sound resounded in the room, Gu Moze's cheek was grabbed and pulled out, unable to utter a complete word.

He opened his eyes slightly, and felt the pain on his face, but he didn't react for a long time.

No, shouldn't you strangle him by the neck.

Why did it fall on the face.

"Do you still dare?"

Wen Qiushi's clear voice came.

Gu Moze was stunned, his right cheek was half red, his black eyelashes moved up and down, staring at the young man who raised his eyebrows at him.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, and the coldness in his expression dissipated.

"Still dare."

His tone was a little weaker, but he was still firm and unwavering, as if he would rather die than surrender.

Wen Qiushi: "?!"

He was opening his mouth when his finger hurt. Gu Moze turned his face and bit him while he was not paying attention.

The soft white fingertips were bitten.

Wen Qiushi frowned, and lowered his eyes to meet a pair of narrow, dark eyes.

Gu Moze's thin lips were stained with his blood, and he smiled evilly, like an irrational lunatic, "I not only want you to lean on me, but I also want you to only have me in your eyes."

The words fall.

His slender hands clasped Wen Qiushi's slender wrists, and the moment he regained his spiritual power, he pulled him down, stroked his fair cheeks, and his heart, which had almost stopped beating just now, was beating enthusiastically.

The aura in the inn room condensed, as if a string was suddenly tightened.

Gu Moze stared at the face that was close at hand, with deep eyes, as if piercing through the skin of a young man, looking at the soul hidden inside.

Gu Moze's Adam's apple rolled down.

The unknown dryness swept over again, filling his heart, even his cold body became warm.

Gu Moze's expression showed a little confusion, he buried his head in Wen Qiushi's neck in a disorganized way, sniffed the light and familiar breath, and rubbed his chin against the young man's soft hair.

After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Master, please let me see if you cry."

The restlessness in his heart couldn't find a way to vent it, Gu Moze could only vaguely notice that he wanted to see the red-eyed and weeping face of the person in front of him, and he wanted it so desperately that his heart felt like it was on fire.

Wen Qiushi: "..."

Not good, not good at all!

He couldn't bear it anymore and took out a talisman, and pressed it on Gu Moze's head which was wobbling on the side of his neck.

"Certainly--!"

Gu Moze's expression froze, only the eyes that flowed showed surprise, and he was tucked under the blanket by Wen Qiushi, unable to move.

"Honestly stay here for half an hour."

Unexpectedly, the first person to deal with with the talisman would be Gu Moze.

Wen Qiu tidied up his messy clothes, left the couch and returned to the desk, and drew some talismans. When it was only time for a cup of tea, he put on two talismans and waved to the gloomy-eyed Gu Moze, with the corners of his lips slightly curled up. , stepped back and left with a slight smile.

After closing the door, Wen Qiushi turned around and saw Zhang Jianjian and others coming.

"Where is the elder going?"

Looking up and seeing Wen Qiushi dressed in green and about to go out, the expressions of all the disciples changed drastically, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Elder Wen knew that Patriarch Chu had arrived in Lanyue City?But want to go out to find someone while they are not paying attention?But do you want to continue pestering others with a shameless face? !

The more people thought about it, the more their hearts sank to the bottom.

"Elder, I will never let you out of this door today!" Zhang Jianjian stretched out his arms, hating that the iron can't be steeled, "Patriarch Chu has no intentions for you, why do you force it, if you go, you are asking for trouble!"

Wen Qiushi blinked: "Who says I'll look for him, I'll make money."

After listening, the disciples looked at each other in disbelief, doubting the authenticity of his words, "How could the elder..."

"You don't understand, I won't go to see him, because,"

Facing a group of suspicious gazes, the young man drooped his eyelashes and showed a look of loneliness on his face, then coughed softly, his voice full of pain and helplessness.

"Because the current me...is not worthy!"

Zhang Jianjian's eyes widened, she opened her mouth to say something, Wen Qiushi waved her hand, and came up with an excuse that she had prepared a long time ago, an excuse not to pester Chu Baiyue madly.

"My cultivation base is completely useless now, and I am no longer worthy of him. Instead of fishing for the moon in the water, it is better to watch him from afar."

"As long as he is safe, it will be sunny!"

After hearing what Wen Qiushi said, all the disciples were shocked, their lips trembled, and they were speechless for a long time.

While feeling the joy of the elder letting go of his love, he couldn't stop feeling distressed.

For a person who has practiced since childhood, there is nothing more shocking than being abolished. Thinking about it differently, if they are in the situation of Elder Wen and become a defenseless cripple, I am afraid they will not be able to hold on. up.

For a moment, the sympathy in the hearts of the Tianzong disciples reached the extreme. Even after Wen Qiu said this, his face was expressionless, as if he was reading a manuscript, but he became pretending to be strong in their eyes.

Zhang Jianjian spoke first: "What did the elder just say to go out? Why don't I come and serve you?"

Wen Qiushi: "Make money."

Zhang Jianjian said without hesitation: "Okay, I'm going to help the elder... make money?!"

Wen Qiushi nodded, now that he is poor and white, it is inconvenient to do things.

East Street is a place to buy and sell spirit talismans, and he still has some spirit stones on his body, which are used to buy some pen and ink talisman paper, and the talisman making and selling are the best.

After Zhang Jianjian heard his plan, she immediately wanted to stop him, but after thinking about it, her heart filled with bitterness.

Zhang Jianjian shrugged his nose: "The dignified elders are reduced to selling talismans on the street to make money. Our Tianzong is indeed as poor as the outside world said."

The disciple beside him sighed: "Compared to the Lingzong, it is true. You see, the Lingzong accepts all the children of the aristocratic family, each of them is very rich, and the spiritual stones contributed by the family to the sect are piled up like a mountain. We are really powerless."

A few young disciples touched the flat storage bag, thinking of the situation of the sect, feeling sad from it, and suddenly snotted and burst into tears.

Wen Qiushi was dumbfounded: "Why are you crying? Isn't it the spirit stone! I will take you to dig the largest spirit stone mine when I have time someday, so be quicker."

In the original book, the plot revolves around the Lingshi Mine, which records the unborn Lingshi Mine. Wen Qiushi had already planned that when he got a firm foothold in the mainland, he would bring a sack to dig.

The disciples only thought he was joking.

After a while, Zhang Jianjian took out a fox mask: "Elder, put it on so as not to be recognized."

"No, I'm not a person who hides my head and shows my tail,"

Wen Qiushi frowned, quite annoyed, "What's wrong with the elder Xianzong selling the talisman? What a shame!"

Zhang Jianjian shook her head: "The elder misunderstood."

He said seriously: "Many Chu family disciples and Nanling monks came to the city today. There are many admirers of Aunt Nanqiluo. If the elder is recognized on the street, let alone selling talismans, it's all about whether he can come back alive. question!"

"Ridiculous, would I be afraid of them?"

Wen Qiushi snorted, then took the mask to look at it repeatedly, and said in a deep thought, "But this fox mask is very pretty, it doesn't hurt to wear it."

After saying that, he put the mask on his face, flicked his sleeve robe lightly, and walked away.

All the disciples stared at his back as he left gracefully, and couldn't help sighing.

"Although the elder has completely lost his cultivation, his courage is unmatched!"

"That's right! In the words just now, regarding what we were worried about, the elder was only three parts sneering, three parts cold and four parts careless, with no trace of fear on his face!"

"This is what our Tianzong elders should look like!"

But soon, before they finished praising, the glowing figure in sight turned back again.

The young man rolled up his sleeves, revealing the three small characters 'Wen Qiu Shi' embroidered with silver thread on the cuffs, his white face and cheeks puffed up slightly with anger.

"Are there any extra disciple uniforms? It's obvious that the elder uniforms are too good to be born. There's also my name. Damn it."

Everyone: "..."