Dressed as a sick beauty

A figure flew out from the Snapper? Go out.

Not long after, Wen Qiushi went to the street to pick up the man and dragged him all the way back.

Jia Tang huddled on the wooden chair with a blue nose and swollen face. Pavilion Master Jia glared at him. He slowly lowered his curled up legs and corrected his sitting posture pitifully.

"Let Elder Wen see you? Did you laugh?"

Pavilion Master Jia turned his head and smiled warmly at the young man who was eating grapes, "It's just a coincidence, I invited Miss Bei for Elder Wen."

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows? Next, Pavilion Master Jia knew that he had lost his cultivation, so he wanted to start from this aspect and invite him to join Tiandi Pavilion to show his sincerity.

If there is anyone in the world who repairs the spiritual veins, it is only the divine doctor who sees the dragon? The head does not see?

"Why does Wenmou He De make the pavilion master so troublesome?"

"Elder Wen, don't underestimate yourself. Tiandi Pavilion has taken advantage of the style of Elder Fu, and has taken over the mainland's talisman business for more than ten years, but recently, Elder Fu has the intention of retiring. Tiandi Pavilion urgently needs a talisman master who can succeed him."

Pavilion Master Jia poured a cup of tea, hot mist rose, "I don't know what Elder would like?"

Wen Qiushi narrowed his eyes slightly. As far as he knows, Tiandi Pavilion has raised many powerful talisman masters. In the semi-finals, there were earth talisman masters from Tiandi Pavilion. The old ancestor Fu was responsible for teaching these? Tianfu is handed over to Tiandi Pavilion for auction.

On the contrary, Tiandi Pavilion gave Patriarch Fu a very high status, and he could get whatever he wanted.

Wen Qiushi thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's difficult for me to do the job."

"Elder Wen, don't rush to reply." Pavilion Master Jia's expression remained unchanged, and he held up the teacup to say more. Wen Qiu pointed at Jia Tang who was poking the bruise on his face and grinning in pain, "but I? disciple, teach him."

"puff--"

Pavilion Master Jia suddenly turned around, gulped out a mouthful of tea, put down the teacup and took out a silk handkerchief.

On the other side, Jia Tang's eyes widened.

The small eyes, whose pupils cannot be found by squinting, miraculously stared into the size of ordinary people's eyes.

Accept, accept him as a disciple?

"See? You laughed? Cough cough," Pavilion Master Jia wiped the corner of his mouth.

Wen Qiushi was willing to accept people from Tiandi Pavilion as apprentices, which is equivalent to passing on a body of talismans? Tiandi Pavilion, it couldn't be better, he couldn't wish for it, but...

"Jia Tang, are you really worthy?"

"?"

Jia Tang blinked sour eyes.

Wen Qiushi: "Jade in the rough."

Jia Tang was taken aback for a moment, and put down his hand that was poking the green lump at the corner of his mouth, feeling a ray of sunshine shining on his body.

He turned out to be jade in the rough.

Jia Tang couldn't help but took out a piece of jade pendant, and looked at it repeatedly, as if looking in a mirror.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open.

A beautiful figure holding a qin stood at the door, her voice was soft: "Pavilion Master Jia, did you spend money?"

Jia Tang trembled when he heard the word 'expense'? Trembling, he rushed to her in a hurry, "Sister Mo Mo said that it is worth the expense! As long as it can cure Master's illness, it is worth the money!"

Wen Qiushi paused with Putao's hand, heard the word 'Master', still a little? Unaccustomed to glance towards the door, just happened to meet a pair of beautiful eyes.

Bei Momo sized up his expression, frowned slightly, entered the room without saying a word, put down Yaoqin, placed her thin fingers on Wen Qiushi's wrist, and a touch of spiritual power was transmitted into her body.

Wen Qiushi felt pain all over his body, and dense pains appeared. He held a full grape in his mouth, and pressed the thought of withdrawing his hand. Cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead, and his face was pale.

Light smoke curled up from the incense burner, and there was silence.

Wen Qiushi was so painful that he buried his face in his arms. After half a candle, he vaguely heard Bei Momo say: "The spiritual vein is damaged, and this body...is quite weird. I can't do anything, but Master Maybe there is a way, please wait for me to write a book."

Wen Qiushi sniffed the light fragrance and closed his eyes in a daze.

In the evening, Wen Qiushi raised his eyelashes slightly, lay on the familiar bed, and was about to get up, when strands of pain appeared in his body.

He groaned in pain, sweating like rain, did it slow down? After a long while, he sat up.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

Holding a bowl of medicine, Gu Moze pushed the door out, approached and saw a figure leaning on the bed.

The young man was only wearing a thin undershirt, his black hair ran across his thin shoulders, and was scattered among the pillows and quilts, his cheeks were not full of blood, and his lips were all white.

Was looking at him, and looked again? Look at what he was holding in his hand.

"When did you come back?"

"Sometimes?" Gu Moze's voice was low, holding the medicine bowl in his hand, he looked carefully at the raised veins under the skin, as if he was suppressing something with patience.

The black broken hair on the forehead slightly covered Gu Moze's eyebrows and eyes. When he handed the boiled medicine to Wen Qiu, "Uncle Master, drink the medicine first."

Wen Qiushi pursed his lower lip: "Bei Momo?"

Gu Moze said "Huh" in a neutral tone, and Wen Qiushi's eyes turned slightly, "Where's Jia Tang?"

Gu Moze tightened his fingertips, and the medicinal juice in the bowl swayed a little.

"gone."

He spit out two words with a cold voice.

Wen Qiushi sniffed the suffocating smell coming out of the medicine bowl, and tried every means to break up the topic of drinking medicine, but he didn't notice that Gu Moze's expression was wrong.

"Where have you been?"

Wen Qiushi looked distressed, and took the medicine bowl hesitantly, "I? I need him for something. Can you give me Jia Tang? Can you find him?"

Strange to say, even though he is only a fifteen-year-old boy, when facing Gu Moze and others, he always subconsciously regards them as juniors, and unconsciously wants to set an example.

Just like drinking medicine at this time, Wen Qiushi didn't want to drink it, but if he asked Gu Moze to complain about it, he felt inexplicably unable to hold on to his old face.

Wen Qiushi made up an excuse casually, wanted to distract people, and poured out the medicine secretly.

But Gu Moze looked at him without blinking, not intending to find Jia Tang for help. When Wen Qiu took the medicine bowl, the side of his wrist made people feel empty.

"Me? Hello uncle." Gu Moze sat on the edge of the bed.

The soft bed sank? Shen, his figure was only sitting on the edge of the bed, but the huge sense of oppression rushed straight towards the young man on the bed.

Wen Qiushi breathed a little, and the surrounding space suddenly shrunk, making it hard to breathe. Gu Moze scooped up a spoon, and stretched out the spoon full of black concoction towards him.

"..."

Wen Qiushi pursed his lower lip, stuffed his mouth with bitter words, slowly poked his head away, opened his mouth and took a sip.

Trembling all over.

Wen Qiushi's scalp was numb from the smell of the medicine, and he almost turned his head to vomit it out. He flinched back, "You leave it alone, I'll drink it after I sleep!"

After all, Wen Qiushi moved his legs under the quilt, trying to drill down.

A slender hand descended, through the soft quilt, unquestionably held down the writhing leg, "After drinking, rest."

Wen Qiushi complained incessantly. In desperation, he honestly challenged him, "Can you give me the sugar? Can you find it? Otherwise, I won't be able to drink it."

Gu Moze's face turned dark.

Tang?

It's only been a long time since he accepted his disciples, and he's called so intimately.

Just now he was asked to come to "Jia Tang", but this will directly ask him to come to "Tang" to drink a bowl of medicine, and the newly recruited apprentice must be around to drink it, right?

"Why did you find him?"

Gu Moze raised his eyes, showing gloomy eyebrows and eyes for a long time, "I? Can't I?"

Wen Qiushi was stunned, pursed his lips incomprehensibly, and thought: "It's really not good."

He needs a piece of candy now, to dry up the bitter medicine in one gulp? What's the use of Gu Moze, he is not a sweet thing that can be contained in his mouth!

Gu Moze's words were full of contrast and substitution.

Wen Qiushi couldn't explain it all. I don't know why Gu Moze suddenly wanted to compete with Tang. Could it be that he was going against his will? Say something.

"Is it enough to have you? Are you sweeter than sugar?"

Wen Qiushi couldn't tell nonsense with his eyes closed.

He opened his eyes and looked at Gu Moze's frosty cheeks. Sensing the seriousness of his expression, he hesitated for a moment and said reservedly: "You are also very good, but it is not suitable for me? What I need now is sugar." .”

As the words fell, Gu Moze's eyes showed killing intent, and the medicine bowl in his hand almost killed him on the spot.

"Uncle, say it again."

A layer of blood gradually appeared in the young man's dark eyes.

There is a cold killing intent.

Wen Qiushi was dumbfounded.

What are you doing!This little shit has alarmed the magic beads in his body? !

"I didn't say you were bad,"

Once Gu Moze fell into this state, he would be affected by the evil energy of the Fuhunzhu, and he would easily lose control of himself and could do anything.

Wen Qiushi was patient and explained in a gentle tone: "It's just...you're not sweet."

Hearing this, Gu Moze felt chills all over his body, like falling into an ice cave, half of his heart was full of frustration, and half of him was filled with murderous intent.

He can't coax people, let alone say sweet words to please people? It's really not sweet.

Uncle Shi took it for granted.

But...Jia Tang must die!

"I see?,"

Gu Moze's voice was slightly hoarse, and he lowered his eyelashes to conceal the overflowing killing intent, "Uncle, drink the medicine."

He put the spoon to the young man's mouth again.

Wen Qiushi sideways turned his face away, and couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Sugar! I don't have sugar? I can't do it! I? I can't drink it!"

Gu Moze was holding the medicine bowl, his fingertips turned pale.

"Why?"

Everything goes back to the original starting point.

Wen Qiushi clutched his chest and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Because sugar is sweet!"

The young man pointed at the medicine, and then pointed at the reddish lips due to anger, "Do you understand? Take ten thousand steps back, even if you are sweet, then, then I can't lick you, take a sip of the medicine, right?"

Gu Moze slightly narrowed his long and narrow eyes, put the spoon back into the medicine bowl, stood up and put it beside the bed.

So he misunderstood? The so-called sweetness is not what he thought it meant.

"How does Uncle Master know that he is sweet?" Gu Moze looked down at the figure on the bed with cold eyes, "Uncle Master has tasted it?"

Wen Qiushi was dumbfounded: "Of course."

He said, pursing his lips subconsciously, "I? Of course I tasted it, it's sweet. Don't you..."

Before he finished speaking, shadows fell in front of his eyes.

The slender figure standing by the bed bent down, with his arms propped on both sides of the young man leaning on the bed, surrounding him, he leaned over and lowered his head to touch the lips that were still speaking.

One touch and gone.

There was no lingering for a moment, not a kiss, but a taste of his thin lips.

"What about me, sweet?"

Wen Qiushi's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the face that was close at hand, with an expression of disbelief at what happened just now? Dazed.

He murmured, "Are you crazy?"

Gu Moze's face is well-defined, his handsome features are full of aggression, and his sudden approach has a suffocating power.

Being surrounded by him at the head of the bed, a strong sense of oppression came over my face.

Wen Qiushi met his dark and deep eyes, and couldn't help turning his face for a moment, raised his hand to hold Gu Moze's broad shoulders, trying to push him away.

Was he enraged by his actions? Gu Moze.

The strength of Wen Qiushi's two hands could not resist Gu Moze's approaching again. The next moment, the young man's delicate jaw was pinched and forcibly pushed back, and his soft lips were touched again.

Only this time, the other party was clearly angry.

As if punishing, the force increased a little bit, making Wen Qiushi's lips turn red due to the pressure.

After the touch this time, Gu Moze only backed away a little bit, their cheeks were very close, and their breaths were entwined.

Gu Moze's Adam's apple rolled down.

"Sweet?"

Wen Qiushi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was a little confused by Gu Moze's sudden movement. He took a breath, and his red lips parted slightly.

"You... um."

Gu Moze's patience reached the extreme, but he still didn't hear the words he wanted, his eyes darkened, his slender and powerful hands clasped the back of Wen Qiushi's head, leaned over and pressed her against the head of the bed, and endured his increasingly proficient demands.

The first touch and gone, completely changed appearance.

The candles in the room were burning quietly, and the figure in front of the bed was forced to raise his head. The whole person was imprisoned in Gu Moze's arms. Two hands as white as jade fell on each other's waist, struggling to push back, fingertips trembling .

As time passed, he struggled more and more.

As if on the verge of suffocation, the slender legs also struggled, and a bare white foot stuck out of the bedding, kicking randomly on the bed, and the round, white and tender toes were gradually stained with a layer of attractive pink.

"Ugh-"

When he was finally let go, Wen Qiushi let out a low swallow, his lips became so numb that he lost consciousness.