Dressed as a sick beauty

The moonlight is reflected in the corridor.

All the disciples in Tianyun uniforms shuttled among them, hurriedly, preparing to participate in the discussion forum set up by the Lingzong master later, all the doors of each room were wide open, only one room was closed tightly, and there was no sound inside.

The candle was extinguished silently.

The light in the room is dim, and the breeze from nowhere blows the strands of hair on Wen Qiushi's shoulders.

His whole body was embraced by Gu Moze, with his back leaning on his warm chest, and he turned his head. Gu Moze's chin rested on his shoulder, his handsome face was close at hand, and his long black eyelashes drooped.

Two hands fiddled with his waist, and tied a wooden plaque of "Tianzong Gu Moze".

Wen Qiushi: "?"

He punched the pestle back with his elbow, signaling to let go.

Gu Moze turned a deaf ear to that bit of strength, and after fastening the waist badge, he moved it back and forth with great interest, and the cold and hard outline of his side face softened a bit.

"Does Master like it?"

Wen Qiushi: "?"

He couldn't help reaching his shoulder with his backhand, brushing away a strand of forehead hair with his fingertips, and placed his palm on Gu Moze's forehead.

Obsessed?

A small wooden sign engraved with the name, the handwriting is not as good as his.

what he likes.

Wen Qiushi didn't answer, unable to break free from the restraining force, he just looked at the roof and the floor, silently waiting for someone to release him voluntarily.

The room was silent.

Gu Moze's long and narrow eyes were lightly closed, and his breathing was steady, as if he had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

After half an hour.

Wen Qiushi: "..."

If the enemy does not move, I will not move, Gu Moze is really good at holding his breath.

"Looks good, I really like it!" Both legs were numb, and Wen Qiushi ground his teeth, breaking the long silence.

Gu Moze suddenly raised his eyelids, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He let go of his hand, took the outer robe from the screen, and wrapped it around the person who was staring at him.

The young man's knee was bent with an extra hand, and he was hugged horizontally.

The door opened and closed again.

Wen Qiushi lay on the bed expressionlessly, with his black hair scattered between the pillows, glanced at Gu Moze, rolled up the quilt and buried his head.

After a while, he popped his head again.

Some strands of hair were messy against the fair cheeks, and the long eyelashes were slightly raised, "Is there any difference between this bed and that bed?"

"Have."

Gu Moze's slender hands pulled open the belt, took off his outer robe, and turned his back to the candlelight, the tall figure lifted the quilt and got on the couch,

"It's my bed."

The space on the bed suddenly became much smaller, Wen Qiushi moved in, no difference between men and women, he didn't mind sharing the bed with others, but the back of his neck felt faintly cold.

Just as Wen Qiu was thinking, a hand was placed on his waist, and he was pulled back.

Warm breath swept over.

The back of Wen Qiushi's head was pinned, his fair cheeks were buried in Gu Moze's neck, and his thin figure was wrapped in his arms.

His long eyelashes fluttered.

Wen Qiushi struggled, but the person who imprisoned him was very unreasonable, no matter how hard he pushed, he would hug him into his arms.

The more you struggle, the greater the force your waist bears.

Almost broke.

Wen Qiushi groaned in pain, stopped pushing and refusing, and a deep voice rang in his ear, "Master, why didn't you ask me where I went during the day?"

Wen Qiushi recalled the original novel. At this time, Gu Moze was suspected of killing his uncle and returned to Zongguan for confinement. He did not appear in Lanyue City. Now that the plot has changed, it is possible that he encountered other things.

"What did you do during the day?"

Gu Moze muffled: "I read a script."

After strengthening the seal on the soul-hunting pearl this morning, on his way back to the inn, he saw a bookstore outside the bookstore. This was an area he had never touched before. When he saw the name of the owner on the cover, he entered the bookstore , and then came out with a dark face.

Nine times out of ten, the storybook is full of stories about Wen Yu and the old people.

Gu Moze's eyes were cold, and the spiritual power in his palm was almost released. It took him a long time to give up the idea of ​​destroying it. The owner of the bookstore was scared out of his wits, and tremblingly gave him this book, "If you are not satisfied, why don't you take a look at this book?" , this is the hottest."

Story book cover: "The Rain and Dew of Those Years Wet Even: The Master and the Master's He He He He He He He"

The owner of the bookstore opened a page and showed Gu Moze the bibliography inside. These seven names were all familiar to him.

When it comes to Wen Yu, there will always be a few figures that are indispensable.

Gu Moze took the storybook with a sneer, the paper in his palm turned into ashes, and left with a flick of his sleeves. The seal he put on the Fuhunzhu last night was in vain, and he couldn't restrain his desire to hide the protagonist of the storybook.

When no one knows, hide Wen Qiushi.

He can monopolize it.

Leaving the bookstore, Gu Moze was full of hostility, and was almost bewitched by evil thoughts into action.

The ink ring between the fingers made him sober up.

Gu Moze endured the evil thoughts welling up in his heart, found a corner where there was no one, and suppressed the Fuhun Pearl to calm his mind. He didn't come back in the night until he was sure that there would be no such evil thoughts.

Without thinking, he took Wen Qiushi into his arms, hugged him tightly, and smelled the reassuring breath on the young man's neck.

Gu Moze likes this, it makes him feel that the person in his arms is his.

But tonight, even though Wen Qiushi was in his arms, Gu Moze still felt empty, especially when the other party kept struggling, obviously the strength was slight, but he seemed to have to use great strength to trap her in his arms .

"Do you really hate me..."

In the cave of Ghost Crying Cliff, he pressed the young man to cover his soul seal. In the restaurant in the city, he hugged the young man on the high fence and threatened him. Now, he forcefully hugged the young man to his bed. Suezawa himself didn't know.

Gu Moze felt the body temperature of the young man in his arms, with a confused look on his face.

But soon, the narrow and dark eyes narrowed slightly.

After the young man counted his crimes in detail, he knew that he was wrong, but after repenting, he still knew his mistakes and did not correct them, and his sinister eyes showed a sense of intensification.

"It's useless to hate,"

Wen Qiushi felt very tired all night, but after the blood bell rang, he managed to regain some energy.

Just now there was silence in the room. I don't know if it was tiredness coming again, or there was something comfortable on Gu Moze's body. Wen Qiushi was held in his arms, as if wrapped in warm air. Couldn't help but close my eyes and fell asleep.

Gu Moze let go of him, grabbed the delicate jaw with one hand, lifted it slightly, and looked at the pale face of the young man in his sleep.

Something is wrong with the spirit again.

Gu Moze frowned, and the palm of his hand raised a streamer like a star, and was about to cover Wen Qiushi's forehead.

The sleeping person turned his head if he felt something, and took the initiative to touch his palm with his cheek.

The youth's long eyelashes trembled.

Rubbed unconsciously in his palm.

Gu Moze choked for breath, his heart seemed to be caught suddenly, his jaw tensed, he tentatively stimulated his soul power, and the streamer quickly spread from his wrist to his whole body.

Wen Qiushi slightly opened his eyes, his vision was blurred, the feeling he had in the evening came back again, his spirit seemed to be floating outside his body.

Drowsy, he was attracted by the comfortable warmth next to him, and unconsciously moved closer.

Gu Moze's eyes were dark.

The room was so quiet that the sound of a heartbeat could be heard. He released his soul power, attracting unconscious people to approach.

Wen Qiushi's soft hair was scattered between the pillows, his eyes were half-closed, and the light in his eyes was slack. His slender fingers grabbed his arm, like a young animal seeking warmth, buried his fair cheek in the crescent of his neck, and gently rubbed it .

It seems to be expressing satisfaction, but also seems to be asking.

Not too soft.

Gu Moze's empty heart suddenly filled up.

This was Wen Qiushi's initiative to approach him, even if it was an unconscious movement, it still made him tremble with excitement until his fingertips were trembling.

He first saw the soul when he was eight years old.

The young man's soul was fragmented, looking like a piece of torn paper that was barely pieced together.

When the wind blows, it may dissipate.

Not long after, Gu Moze discovered some innate abilities. His soul power is so strong that he can overcome the souls around him.

Under the cover of his soul power, the cracks in Wen Qiushi's soul gradually disappeared, and then, under the nourishment of Gu Moze's soul power accumulated over time, Wen Qiushi's soul even made subconscious movements occasionally, gradually recovering his sanity.

Until the cave of Ghost Crying Cliff, Gu Moze used his soul power to support people.

Gu Moze raised it for ten years, and only now did he realize that soul power can be used as a bait that Wen Qiushi was unable to resist.

It was easy for the young man to nestle into his arms and lean against him.

Unprecedented good.

Gu Moze's slender hands fell on his waist, as if he was afraid of disturbing others, his movements were gentle, even a little tender.

The thin lips that were raised upwards revealed a sinister smile.

***

When I heard Qiushi the next day, I opened my eyes, but it was not yet dawn.

On weekdays, he would have to wrap himself in a quilt and sleep again, but today he is so full of energy that he can't go back to sleep.

There was a faint blush on her normally pale cheeks.

I don't know if it was because he just woke up, or because he opened his eyes and found that he had slept in Gu Moze's arms all night.

Not long after Gu Moze fell asleep, there was a rare look of tiredness between his brows, and his cheeks were slightly pale.Wen Qiushi lightly got out of bed, put on his clothes and went out.

Not long after, he came back in shock.

Just now when he left the gate of the north courtyard, he bumped into a group of early risers from the Nanling Chu family, who were going to pay a visit to the head of the family in the dry room.

Wen Qiushi suddenly became anxious.

Although he intentionally avoids it, it will be a matter of time before he collides with Chu Baiyue head-on. If he behaves indifferent at that time, he will inevitably be suspicious in the eyes of others.

It is really difficult for him to be crazy and obsessed like the original owner.

Wen Qiushi was worried all day, and he didn't even set up a stall on the East Street.

In the evening, when the disciples of Tianzong were going to listen to some suzerain's lecture, the north courtyard suddenly became empty.

Wen Qiushi thought for a while, then looked at the person who stayed by his side all day today, "Why don't you go?"

Gu Moze was taken aback, he never participated in these things.

Wen Qiushi narrowed his eyes slightly, told Mu Qingyuan and others to wait a moment, and pushed him over, "You are a disciple of Tianzong, you should do what others should do."

Gu Moze looked puzzled, and finally walked away hesitantly under Wen Qiushi's stern gaze.

After everyone had left, Wen Qiushi left the door in a hurry. Not long after, he came in through the door with a scarecrow in his arms.

The moonlight shone on the north courtyard, and the surroundings were silent. Wen Qiushi stood the scarecrow in the courtyard and solemnly pasted a piece of paper on it.

There are three elegant characters on the paper - "Chu Baiyue".

Wen Qiushi was worried that his acting skills would not be enough for the meeting, so he rehearsed in advance.

He wanted to hug the scarecrow's thigh and whine.

But after thinking about it, Chu Baiyue, as the head of the family, not to mention the guards around her, but with her own advanced cultivation base, how could she give him a chance to get close to a person who is stalking him and has lost all cultivation bases? .

The scene is simulated incorrectly.

For a moment, Wen Qiushi had a flash of inspiration, and was opened up to Ren Du's second vein of acting.

The young man took two steps back facing the scarecrow, and then fell to the ground with a "plop", covering his chest with one hand, as if he had been severely hit, and his voice was crying.

"No, don't do this to me, Bo..."

Wen Qiushi raised his head and saw the dull-looking scarecrow, thinking that it was Chu Baiyue, he stopped crying, and his heartbroken expression instantly collapsed.

He got up and took off his coat, and wrapped it around the scarecrow.

The hem of the clothes dragged the floor, and under the moonlight, it seemed that she had a slender figure.

The night sky was full of wind and clouds, and throughout the night, the sky above the North Courtyard was full of heart-piercing cries.

"Bai, Yue, brother, brother——!"

At the end of the discussion, the disciples of each sect returned to their residences in groups of three or four. The Tianzong of the North School and the Spiritual School of the South School were separated by a lake, facing each other from a distance, and it was difficult to meet face to face on weekdays.

But when Lun Dao leaves, it is inevitable to meet.

Not surprisingly, the disciples of Tianzong were about to be ridiculed again and again, and they had no power to fight back.

There is no other reason, once the disciples of the two sects confront each other, Elder Wen, who is the embarrassment of the Tianzong, will turn into an invincible spear in the hands of the enemy, killing the unjust disciple of the Tianzong speechless and fleeing.

But this time, Zhang Jianjian and others rarely fought back.

"Bullshit! Elder Wen was abolished and imprisoned in the back mountain for many years. It's fine if he doesn't know how to repent. It's not enough to reform, he has to be ridiculed!"

"We Wen Elder, why are you chasing Patriarch Chu like a mad dog? Why don't we obediently avoid him today!"

"It must be known that people should treat each other with admiration for three days. Elder Wen is no longer the vicious and wicked person he was back then."

"Your Lingzong has talisman masters as elders? We also have one!"

"A little bit..."

A series of attacks by the crowd shocked the old acquaintances of the Lingzong sect, and when they were stunned, they ran towards the north courtyard without looking back.

"Haha, cool!"

After being scolded for six or seven years, it was the first time to refute. Zhang Jianjian and the others were very happy. While happy, someone worried: "Our words have been let out. If you hear that the Elder saw Patriarch Chu again, what kind of evil did he do? , wouldn't it be..."

Everyone was silent, and the smiles disappeared.

Zhang Jianjian coughed lightly and patted his chest: "Trust me, Elder Wen said no."

A group of disciples thought back to the elder's recent behavior, it was nothing more than normal, maybe they really felt cold towards Patriarch Chu, so they looked away.

They were relieved, and continued to walk towards the door with their shoulders crossed. They didn't take two steps until they saw two figures standing in front of the door. They were Gu Moze and Mu Qingyuan, who had just been left behind by the city lord, and they arrived earlier than them. .

The two stood outside the door, looking in, not knowing what they were looking at.

When everyone hurried to go, there was one figure missing at the door.

The night is slightly cool.

When Wen Qiushi pulled out a small piece of straw from his hair, he dusted off his robe.

Where the scarecrow was originally standing, the straws were scattered all over the place. When he fell to the ground one after another, the scarecrow was almost bald.

Wen Qiushi glanced at the sky, planning to conduct the last rehearsal.

He took a sip of the tea, put down the teacup, and the moment he glanced at the scarecrow in clothes, his face changed, and he ran with a surprised expression, but he was a foot away from the scarecrow.

boom!

Wen Qiushi fell heavily, and then spit out a big mouthful of tea with a "poof".

At that moment, as if the tea was blood-colored, it immediately dyed his eyes red.

"Cough, cough, cough,"

The young man lying on the ground seemed to have been fatally injured, clutching his chest in extreme pain, and stretched out his other trembling hand in the air ahead.

As if there was something he wanted to pursue all his life,

"Don't... don't do this to me..."

The young man's voice was full of tears, and he left indifferently in the face of the heartless person, his emotions suppressed to the extreme.

In an instant, his left hand in mid-air suddenly exerted strength, grabbed the hem of the opponent's clothes with all his strength, and cried out heartbreakingly: "Don't! Don't go! Don't leave me, Bo...eh?"

Wen Qiushi roared.

He let go of his left hand, which should have grabbed the air, and grabbed it again.

The slightly cool touch of the fabric comes from the fingertips again.

Wen Qiushi: "??"

He stared at the ground and moved up, a pair of familiar black boots, and the hem of the clothes held by his fingers.

"?!"

Wen Qiushi's expression froze slightly, he raised his tear-filled cheeks, and looked at a pair of dark eyes.

"..."

How did you come back so early.

Wen Qiushi blushed, looked left and right to see if there was a crack in the ground, and wanted to get in.

The next moment, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head stiffly, and a group of dark-faced Tianzong disciples at the gate stared at him dumbfounded.

Wen Qiushi: "..."

There was silence inside and outside the north courtyard.

Wen Qiushi was silent, and under the gaze of all the disciples, he closed his eyes, Yubai's hands fell down from the hem of Gu Moze's clothes, and he fell on the cold ground, fainting.

"Uncle Seven?"

"Elder!"

There were bursts of exclamations at the door, and everyone in Tianzong hurried away.

But before he arrived at Wen Qiushi's side, a chilly night wind blew.

On the ground, the young man who took off his outer robe and only wore a thin shirt suddenly trembled slightly when he should have fainted, touched the tip of his nose, and sneezed.

"Ah-"

Everyone: "..."