Dressed as a sick beauty

Gu Moze's worried expression stopped.

The sore teeth and discomfort were beyond his expectation. Gu Moze was silent? After a while, he took out the remaining candied fruit from the storage ring, "Sweet my uncle."

Wen Qiushi stretched out his hand to catch it, but he saw a bright red color from the corner of his eye, "Are you injured?"

Gu Moze looked at his hand, the slender fingers were scratched by broken porcelain? Large and small wounds, blood coagulated, two white wrists, surrounded by red marks that were tightly clasped, looked a little pitiful.

"I'll give my uncle medicine."

Wen Qiushi watched Gu Moze take out a familiar medicine bottle, and remembered that Gu Moze also used this medicine to wipe his hands in the cave of Ghost Crying Cliff.

"not me,"

Wen Qiushi's expression was complicated, he pointed at Gu Moze's shoulder, the skirt of his shirt was stained red with blood, "You are the one who got hurt."

Gu Moze paused the hand that was pouring the medicine, his face showed astonishment, and his eyes followed his fingertips to his shoulders.

As far as he is concerned, this is not an injury at all.

"Uncle, don't worry,"

While speaking, Gu Moze pulled Wen Qiushi's hand and poured the medicine on the wound, his tone was casual and he didn't care much, "This wound may have already healed..."

There was a pause at the end of the sentence, Gu Moze didn't finish, and fell silent? Mo, a ray of candlelight fell on his long black eyelashes, and the eyelashes drooped?

"It hurts," Gu Moze suddenly uttered the word.

Wen Qiushi's hand that had just been smeared with the medicine was stuffed into the cold bottle. He raised his eyes and saw Gu Moze holding his right shoulder with his left hand, his handsome brows were tightly frowned, and his handsome face showed an expression of pain.

"This injury is more serious than the phenomenon,"

Gu Moze thought about it for a while, appraising the injury, "If you don't take the medicine, maybe your arm will be useless?"

Wen Qiushi: "?!"

boom--

"Uncle Seven!"

"Elder! You're all right..."

The door suddenly opened, and Mu Qingyuan and others who came back stepped into the room.

Looking across the messy floor, everyone in Tianzong stopped behind the bed, Zhang Jianjian swallowed her anxious words.

There are two figures in the couch.

Wen Qiushi was wearing an unlined shirt, the snow-white clothes outlined a thin figure, black hair was messy, and Gu Moze was holding a strand of hair on his shoulders, playing with it in his hands.

On the other hand, Gu Moze's clothes were disheveled, with the front of his clothes open, not only revealing the slender lines of his neck and shoulders, but also a section of his superior collarbone, dangling under the eyes of the other party.

He tilted his head with one hand, and restlessly grasped with the other? Grabbing a strand of black hair?.

The movement at the door caused Gu Moze's rare idle look to pause, and he glanced sideways, revealing a very displeased expression.

"go out."

clap clap!

As soon as Gu Moze finished speaking, his bare left shoulder was slapped hard? Two times, he froze for a moment, looked back, and his eyes showed a look of injury.

"I just asked Master Uncle to give me some medicine, but Master Uncle is so reluctant."

"You also know how to apply medicine?" Wen Qiushi had no expression on his face. He wiped the medicine again and pressed it on the bloodless shoulder. "The right shoulder is injured, why take off the clothes on the left? Looks good?"

Gu Moze choked, and remained silent?

Wen Qiushi threw the medicine back to him, and picked up Gu Moze's lapel, covering his collarbones, shoulders and neck.

Looking at the door with worried and astonished eyes, Wen Qiu got out of bed and put on his outer robe, "I'm fine, just now? Maybe I was trapped by a nightmare."

Gu Moze picked up a small dead branch between the quilts, and after hearing this sentence, he gave him a deep look.

Wen Qiushi was very confused after waking up. He didn't know what happened? What, but he never asked. After he put forward the word "nightmare", he accepted it without thinking? This explanation, he did not doubt it, and refused to delve into it.

Does the subconscious avoid those memories?

Gu Moze crushed the dead branches to pieces, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Exactly what he wanted.

The semi-finals of the Talisman Dao Competition is approaching, Wen Qiushi became diligent and practiced Fu Dao for several days.

Tomorrow is the semi-finals, and dark clouds are rolling over the sky over Lanyue City. Before evening, the sky has completely darkened.

Wen Qiushi left the talisman practice field early and went straight to a medical center.

The medical clinic was opened by Yaoling Valley. Bei Momo sent a message this morning to prepare a medicine pool for him according to the doctor's instructions. Whether it can repair the spirit veins depends on the reaction.

Jia Tang was alone, waiting at the entrance of the clinic early, when he saw Wen Qiu, he put away the folding fan in his hand and went up to welcome him.

"Master, everything is ready, just wait for you to take off your clothes and enter the pool," Jia Tang said enthusiastically, leading the way, "Sister Mo Mo has something to leave, let me watch you, and you must stay in the medicine pool for half an hour .”

There were people coming and going in the medical center, Wen Qiushi picked a grape, and handed the fresh branch with the grape to Jia Tang.

"I still need you to watch?"

Jia Tang helped him carry the fruit, and said, "Sister Mo Mo said that it is impossible to restore the spiritual veins, so she can only completely destroy the current ones and try to reshape them."

Wen Qiushi paused and looked at him: "What if it can't be reshaped?"

"It's worse than it is now. There won't be any spiritual power in the body, and it will completely become a mortal," Jia Tang said seriously, "But Sister Momo said that soaking in the medicine pool three times will completely destroy the spiritual veins. Master before that It’s too late to repent.”

"It's okay,"

Wen Qiushi's expression remained unchanged, and he followed Jia Tang into the inner room.The sound of splashing water could be heard from inside. The area of ​​the medicine pond entering the destination was huge, the dirty black water was surging, hot mist was rising, and the air was filled with the extremely strong smell of medicinal herbs.

There is a small pool on the other side of the room, and the water in the pool is clear.

"Ms. Momo added? Broken tendon grass, which is said to be very painful," Jia Tang stood by the pool, lowered his head to look at it, waved the smell of medicine lingering on the tip of his nose, and turned to look at Wen Qiu when he untied his coat. .

The young man looked indifferent, if it wasn't for the fact that his face was white and his hands were trembling when he took off his clothes, others would really think he was not afraid.

What Jia Tang was worried about happened.

Master is afraid of pain, and he is also afraid of pain, so what should we do now.

Jia Tang wrinkled his face hesitantly, for a moment he looked at death and said, "Let me find a way for Master first!"

Wen Qiushi was stunned for a moment, but he hadn't reacted yet.

With a sound of "Plop", Jia Tang jumped into the medicine pool, and then a shrill scream came from the medicine bathroom, circling over the entire medical hall.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

After finishing the daily task of recruiting disciples, the exhausted Tianzong disciples stopped and looked towards the roadside pharmacy.

Zhang Jianjian held the registration booklet and asked hesitantly, "Jia Tang?"

"Cough cough,"

Jia Tang was lying on the edge of the pool, coughing hard.

Wen Qiushi immediately fished him out of the medicine pool. Jia Tang stayed in the pool for a short time, even his clothes were not much wet, but he seemed to have walked away from the gate of hell.

After being pulled back to the bank of the pool, he lay on the ground and hugged Wen Qiushi's calf, tears streaming down his face, "Master, please feel for me quickly, are the bones still on my body?"

Wen Qiushi: "It's gone."

Jia Tang cried even harder. The moment he entered the pool, the black concoction seemed to penetrate into his skin, melting the bones inside.

"Sure enough... the bones are gone?"

Wen Qiushi couldn't move his legs, resisted the thought of kicking him away, squatted down and stuffed a grape into his mouth, "Okay, I'll give you a magic elixir, and your bones will grow back."

After saying that, Wen Qiushi broke away the hand that was holding the calf, stared at the top of Jia Tang's head and ground his teeth.

Originally, he was afraid of pain, and his heart was pounding, but when Jia Tang made such a fuss, the hairs all over his body stood on end.

"The medicine bath hurts so much, no wonder Sister Mo Mo asked me to stare at you." Jia Tang swallowed the magic elixir, calmed down, and raised his head with a worried expression, "Master, your body can't bear it?"

After saying that, he was knocked on the head by the folding fan, "Then I really? I was underestimated."

Jia Tang was taken aback, and Wen Qiu raised his eyebrows slightly at him, "As a teacher, I'm not like you, who scream at the sky and the earth at the slightest pain."

Jia Tang had a look of disbelief, and then saw Wen Qiushi took off his outer robe and was wearing single clothes, and then stepped into the mist-shrouded medicine pool, half of his body was submerged in it in a blink of an eye.

Jia Tang's heart was full of turmoil, and in a blink of an eye, his thin figure had already walked deep into the medicine pond.

The dirty black potion made the young man's cheeks as white as snow, his black hair was scattered in the pool, and a few strands of wetness stuck to the side of his face. Looking up at him, he said four words calmly, "Not much."

"?!!"

Jia Tang was dumbfounded, and stuck a finger into the pool. The moment it was wrapped in warm water, the whole finger was broken.

"Master, Master..."

Jia Tang swallowed? Swallowed his saliva, and his admiration soared to the sky.

Wen Qiu closed his eyes, opened them again and said, "You go out first, you don't need to watch here."

"Yes, Master!"

Jia Tang put all the instructions behind him, only remembered the teacher's order, and turned to leave without hesitation.

There was a sound of closing the door, the room was silent for a moment, and then there was the sound of splashing water.

Wen Qiushi trembled all over and walked to the side of the medicine pond, resisted not going ashore, buried his face in his arms, tears could not be stopped one after another.

But it hurt him to death?!

Just can't go ashore.

He didn't know how long he would stay in this world. Even if he had the talisman technique, it would be as dangerous as his cultivation base, and he couldn't let go of the opportunity to reshape his spiritual veins.

The young man in the medicine pool was lying on the bank in a state of embarrassment, with his head buried, trembling all over, and his waist-length hair was sticking to his body with wetness.

Gu Moze stopped, stared at the figure for a long time, and quietly exited the inner room.

Half an hour later, the door opened again. The person who walked out changed into white clothes. Except for the reddish eyes and wet hair, he looked the same as usual.

When Wen Qiu saw the person at the door, he was a little surprised, "Are you here?"

The closer to the semi-finals, the less time Gu Moze showed up. He didn't show up all day yesterday, and he didn't show up during the day today.

"Where's Jia Tang?" Wen Qiushi looked to the left and right.

Gu Moze said: "Did I drive you away? You are sleeping with Zhang Jianjian."

"Push the rocker?"

Why didn't you call him for a massage? !

After practicing? A few days of talisman, Wen Qiushi's back was sore, and he had just been tortured by the elixir. Hearing this, he pulled Gu Moze and ran straight away.

Press the stilt room, surrounded by refreshing floral fragrance.

Jia Tang and Zhang Jianjian lay face down on the brocade couch, and in front of the couch stood an old man who was proficient in massage.

When Wen Qiushi entered the room, he happened to hear an old gentleman say: "It is very good to say that our valley owner treats Momo. Back then, the valley owner had a self-made ointment called Yueyan, which was made for the beloved girl when he was young. Yes, it is rumored that it can eliminate all scars, and it is the most beautiful thing. Unfortunately, the beauty is unlucky, and the owner of the valley failed to achieve his wish."

Jia Tang spoke up and said: "I know this. The genius doctor is infatuated and keeps the moon face ointment as a souvenir. Countless beauty-loving people in the world come to find the medicine, but he refuses to give it to him, and he refuses to make another copy. unique in the world.”

After Jia Tang finished speaking, he turned his head when he heard footsteps, and wanted to get up to salute, but Wen Qiu waved his hand, and sat on the brocade couch beside him.

He just lay prone on the couch when an old gentleman from Yaoling Valley came over, stretched out his hands and pinched his shoulder skillfully, squinted his eyes in enjoyment when Wen Qiushi, and hummed softly.

"Moon face? And then."

"More than ten years ago, Master Fu came to Yaoling Valley to ask for Yue Yan. Although he was sincere, he was rejected as expected," recalled the old man who gave him a massage. "Later, Mo Mo asked Master Fu to come."

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows, thinking of the falling flowers and flowing water in the "Seven Shes" storybook, and vaguely remembered that the second one in the list was Bei Momo.

Wen Qiushi thought to himself that this talisman owner is really so cute and hateful.

He passed among tens of thousands of flowers, and his body was covered with flowers and leaves!

No wonder it's called a disaster.

After Wen Qiushi sighed, he wanted to ask Master Fu which girl he wanted to ask for Yueyan, when he suddenly noticed a look.

He turned his head sideways, Gu Moze's dark and deep eyes were fixed on him, as if he wanted to see a flower on his face.

Wen Qiushi touched his cheek in wonder, thought for a while, and smiled at the person staring at him. Gu Moze was startled, and slowly moved away his piercing gaze.

On the other side, Jia Tang was being pinched by the old gentleman on the acupuncture points on his feet, and said, "I know about this. After dinner, the entire cultivation world was guessing which girl the talisman master begged for, but... No results."

Wen Qiushi said regretfully, "It's a pity."

If he knew Yueyan's whereabouts, he would find a way to get it and send it to Nan Qiluo.

Nan Qiluo's appearance was destroyed, even if it was not his fault, but he used the identity of the original owner, no matter the honor or the guilt, he had to bear it together.

But knowing that there is such a thing, Wen Qiushi kept it in his heart.

The strength in the shoulders disappeared at some point, and there was movement under his feet. Wen Qiushi was lying prone on the couch with a relaxed expression, and was about to take a grape from the fruit plate beside him, when his whole body froze suddenly.

Beside, Jia Tang screamed for him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Wen Qiushi's neck was quickly dyed red, and the hand stretched out to the fruit plate had bulging veins under the white skin on the back of the hand.

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling: "It hurts, I, I won't press it?!"

The master and apprentice immediately attracted the attention of other people in the room.

"It hurts a little bit," Zhang Jianjian was also pinched by the old man, and frowned. Seeing the other two figures in pain, she suddenly felt that it didn't hurt. "Elder, your face is so red, does it hurt that much?" ?”

Wen Qiushi clenched his fists and hammered the brocade couch as if diverting his attention.

He looked around, and saw that the massage steps of the old gentlemen in the medical center were the same, they were all pinching the foot points, why did he and Jia Tang complain of pain?

He looks sideways.

Gu Moze turned the pages of the book with a blank expression, and when he noticed the eyes that were hesitant to speak, he took the lead and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Wen Qiushi's eyes lingered on his face reluctantly, trying to find a trace of pain.

Gu Moze's handsome eyebrows were raised slightly, and he turned his face sideways, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his lips, "I don't feel the pain, the uncle may be weaker, that's why it happened."

Wen Qiushi looked away angrily, and Jia Tang screamed endlessly.

In contrast, Wen Qiushi felt comforted, and was about to say hello to his lover, he pressed the thumb on a certain part of the sole of his foot with great force.

"what--"

Wen Qiushi broke out in cold sweat all over his body, and struggled with his ankle, "Ah, it hurts...don't press it?! Don't press it?! When everyone feels unwell, I can forgive you, and I will come back another day... ....ah!"

Wen Qiushi didn't finish his sentence, and continued to scream. The old man who was on his back interrupted the situation and explained.

"Here, where you pressed for a long time is the kidney area."

"Ah, it hurts—huh?"

Wen Qiushi's cries of pain stopped suddenly.

The screams in the room unknowingly decreased? One, leaving only Jia Tang's intermittent screams of pain.

Wen Qiushi stopped the foot that was about to retract, pressed it down, sweating all over, and laughed lightly? Twice, "Haha, I'm actually pretending to be in pain... ah!"

Gu Moze closed the book and looked at the person beside him first.

The young man lying prone on the couch, with a fair face buried in the crook of his arms, black hair? Messy, thin clothes close to the body, revealing a thin and beautiful waist curve, two snow-white ankles trembling thinly, wanting to struggle.

Gu Moze frowned, took out the ink fur from the storage ring, and put it on Wen Qiushi when he was on the bed.

The warm fur covered the thin figure of the young man, making it look huge. Gu Moze covered the buried head together, covering it tightly from the beginning to the end.

When Wen Qiu noticed the movement, he couldn't help getting his head out of Mo Qiuli.

Gu Moze lowered his eyes, and saw a jade-white hand grabbing his sleeve, Wen Qiushi raised his face, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the end of his eyes was tinged with wet red.

"Do not misunderstand,"

The young man's fingertips trembled, and a weeping sound escaped from his throat, trying to explain.

"I don't feel any pain at all."