Dressed as a sick beauty

Barely able to squeeze out a complete sentence, Wen Qiushi lowered his head again, his teeth trembling.

He grabbed Gu Moze's sleeve robe, but forgot to let go.

When the pain from pressing the soles of the feet disappeared, Wen Qiu poked his head out of Mo Qiuli again, his long hair was messy, and when he looked up, he found a slender figure still standing in front of the couch, "Why have you been here all this time? But it hurts too?! "

Gu Moze lowered his eyelids, looking at Wen Qiushi's eyes that were originally filled with mist, but when he said the three words "it hurts too", his eyes burst into excitement.

"I don't feel any pain at all," Gu Moze declared.

He narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and stretched his right index finger so that Wen Qiushi could follow his gaze? The direction he pointed landed on the tightly pulled left sleeve, "I want to ask my uncle why he didn't let it go."

Wen Qiushi's hands were still hanging on Gu Moze's sleeves. He was in severe pain just now, but he tried to hold back? He didn't make a sound, he could only clenched his clothes with his fingertips, his hands became numb unconsciously, and he didn't notice it.

Wen Qiushi withdrew his hand in embarrassment, rubbed his white knuckles, and a shadow fell in front of his eyes.

A bony index finger suddenly brushed the corner of his eyes.

With itchy warmth.

Wen Qiushi's long eyelashes near the end of his eyes were lifted, he couldn't help blinking, and looked at the figure in front of him suspiciously.

Gu Moze's eyes fell on his fingertips, a little tear-stained.

When it was in the corner of Wen Qiushi's eyes, it was cold, but at this moment, Gu Moze felt hot from his fingertips to his heart, and the blood in his body seemed to turn into magma, rolling to the bottom of his eyes. Bloody.

The appearance of the uncle crying is very beautiful.

He wants to hide people, whether it's a smile or a red eye, it's all his, and only he can see it.

Wen Qiushi opened his eyes slightly, staring blankly and disbelievingly? Gu Moze's pupils turned red.

In the blink of an eye, evil spirits emerged.

Wen Qiushi: "?!"

He looked around, quickly grabbed Gu Moze's hand with one hand, forced him to squat down, and covered Gu Moze's head with the other hand to cover his evil blood eyes.

Wen Qiushi's movements like flowing water attracted other eyes from the pressing room.

Jia Tang's eyes widened, and he looked at Gu Moze squatting in front of his master's bed. The dark fur coat covered the heads of the two who were close together, and he didn't know what to do under the clothes.

"Master!"

Jia Tang shouted, suddenly feeling sad, "Why don't you whisper to me?"

Wen Qiushi: "..."

The light under the clothes was dim, and Gu Moze's well-defined facial features were close at hand. A pair of blood-red eyes stared at him, and fell into a brief moment of astonishment, obviously disturbed by the sudden change.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Qiushi whispered, exhaling hot air.

In the narrow space, Gu Moze's perception became extremely sharp, and Wen Qiushi's face was reflected in his eyes. From a short distance away, he could clearly see the trembling arc of the other's long eyelashes.

The light red lips opened and closed slightly under his eyelids.

Gu Moze's heart was in a turmoil, the blood in his eyes suddenly faded, he calmed down a bit, "I'm leaving for two days."

Wen Qiushi: "Where are you going?"

He knew that Gu Moze was going to search for uninhabited places every day to seal the Soul Volunteer Orb, but not long after he returned from suppressing the Orb, he wanted to leave again.

In the original book, Fuhunzhu once had an extremely dangerous backlash against Gu Moze. Although it was not at the moment, Wen Qiushi was worried about his arrival, which affected the timing and brought the magic bead backlash earlier.

Wen Qiushi finished asking, and while waiting for Gu Moze to answer, the forearm resting on the brocade couch moved slightly, and the two hands hidden in the cuffs on the opposite side moved.

Seeing that Gu Moze remained silent for a long time, he stretched out his hand, landed on the other person's neck and shoulder, and patted it lightly.

"Why don't you speak?"

Gu Moze's eyes were deep and deep, and he remained silent. Tomorrow is the semi-finals, and the person he wants to hide secretly is bound to become the most eye-catching presence in the audience.

Too many sights, too many figures, vying to fall into Wen Qiushi's eyes.

"I'm afraid..." I couldn't help but take you away.

Let you just look at me.

Wen Qiushi suddenly heard two words, and thought he had misheard in disbelief. Just as he was about to ask a question, the clothes covering their heads were lifted.

The surrounding light suddenly brightened, and Jia Tang squatted closer: "Master, I want to listen too."

Wen Qiushi ruthlessly pushed his head away, and in a blink of an eye, he found that Gu Moze was turning to leave, so he quickly reached out and grabbed a small piece of Gu Moze's sleeve, "Wait a minute."

Gu Moze paused, shook the hand in the sleeve, and then quickly disappeared from Wen Qiushi's sight.

Wen Qiushi shook his head helplessly, then sat up, unhurriedly took out the talisman with a small corner missing from his cuff, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Jia Tang has also read countless talismans since he was a child, but when Wen Qiushi held this one, he looked at the talisman very strangely, "Master, what kind of talisman is this?"

Wen Qiushi said: "Looking for the talisman, I will teach you another day."

When patting Gu Moze, he put a corner of the talisman into Gu Moze's skirt while no one was paying attention, and breathed it.

When the game is over tomorrow, if Gu Moze still doesn't show up, he will look for someone.

At the end of the press, Wen Qiushi seemed to have been opened up to the two veins of Ren and Du. He left the hospital refreshed and refreshed, and returned to his residence with Zhang Jianjian.

He went back to the room, and there was a "bang", and the rain poured down.

It rained all night.

A short pause at dawn, the sky is overcast, with dark clouds hovering above it.

The semi-finals and finals will be held on Wenwen Mountain. This mountain is huge. When you climb to the top, you can not only overlook the entire Moon City, but you can even get a glimpse of the Holy Palace in the Sky.

Although the sky is not so beautiful, the enthusiasm of the people watching the semi-finals is very high. Early in the morning, there are more than half of the people in the stands, bustling and lively.

There are still many figures on the road, and the number of people is much higher than that of the first test.

"Set up the lamps for my young master. When my master enters the arena, you can light the lamps as I do," Jia Tang arranged the people from the Tiandi Pavilion in the stands, and instructed him over and over again worryingly.

Then he swayed down the stands with the lamp in his hand, bumped into Chu Baiyang halfway, glanced at the saber in his hand, and let out a hey sound.

Today, the swords of Lingzong disciples all wear silver tassels, cheering for their elder Nanduyi.

Chu Baiyang, who usually wished to pierce the three swords and was covered with silver sword tassels all over his body, at this critical moment, nothing fell from the sword.

Jia Tang Nahan said: "Brother Baiyang, why don't you wear silver sword tassels?"

Chu Baiyang's face darkened: "I want you to take care of it!"

The two had had a grudge for a long time, and they couldn't deal with each other very much. Chu Baiyang was rude to him, with an angry expression on his face, and his expression became even more ugly when he saw the green lantern in his hand.

He put on three silver tassels with great enthusiasm this morning. On the way to Wendao Mountain, he saw a green lamp. He was worried that his elder brother said that his elbow was bent outward, so he hesitated. He took off the silver tassels and bought a lamp. , I didn't expect to meet Elder Nan halfway.

Nan Duyi's eyes fell directly on the green lamp in his hand, and after a moment of silence, she pointed out in a soft voice, "For Elder Wen? It looks good, but not everyone is worthy."

Chu Boyang thought Elder Nan was blaming him, and he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss. He turned around and buried the lotus lantern and Yinsui together with his heart ashamed.

At this time, when he saw Jia Tang carrying the lamp, he didn't like anything, "Elder Wen has nothing to do with you, why are you joining in the fun?"

With one hand behind his back, Jia Tang straightened his chest and said, "Correct me, Elder Wen is my master!"

Chu Baiyang was taken aback, pointing at? He couldn't speak for a while, and finally said angrily: "I want to tell my brother!"

Jia Tang: "?"

Chu Baiyang: "You are not worthy!"

Zhang Jianjian saw two people wrestling together from a distance, "Why did they start fighting?"

"Young and energetic, tell Jia Tang for me not to lose," Wen Qiu said leisurely, parted ways with the Tianzong people, and walked towards the arena.

With only half an hour left before the contest, the nine contestants will be divided into three groups through on-site drawing.

The results of the groupings have not yet come out, and the crowds in the stands are already talking about it.

"Eliminate one person from each group in the morning. If you're lucky, even if your strength is a little weaker, you can still fight until the afternoon."

"Luck? Bad? Team up with Nan Duyi and Ke Liu."

"This... abstain directly, at least decent!"

"I'd like to know who is in the same group as Wen Qiushi, I'm afraid my face will burst into laughter."

"If you are in a group with Nanduyi, it will be more beautiful. If you draw the same kind of talisman, then the comparison... Mayfly shakes the big tree!"

"Elder Nan is not necessary, the two elders of the Spirit Sect who are less powerful can do it."

Not long after, the grouping results appeared in midair.

The audience fell silent, looking at each other, not knowing where to start.

In the second group of death, Nan Duyi and Ke Liu collided, but everyone's attention was not on the group members, but on the talismans drawn by each group.

In the first group, Chu Tianlin and others painted Fengfu.

The second group, Nan Duyi and Ke Liu, etc., painted rain symbols.

The third group, Wen Qiushi and Bai Sheng, etc., painted fire talismans.

Appearing in groups to show the power of the talismans, it means that the third group of people have to show the power of the fire talisman in the first two groups of double power of wind and rain.

It is equivalent to a person who was crushed to death by drilling wood to make fire in the midst of wind and rain.

"Old Fu, how are you?" Pavilion Master Jia stood with his hands behind his back, at the front of the stands, staring at the group results.

Old Ancestor Fu was holding a cane, with a serious expression on his face, and sighed again and again, "Not very good, although the child's talisman skills are unpredictable, but? He has no cultivation, it is difficult to compare with other people who can use spiritual power to enhance the power of talismans. , let alone, the sky is not beautiful, "

Old Ancestor Fu looked at the sky, "No matter what kind of spell you use, you have to follow the trend. Today is a rainy day, so drawing a rain talisman with God's help will have extraordinary power."

Master Jia said: "Compared to the same group, the other two are also fire talismans."

The Fu Lao group shook their heads. Fu Zhuan masters are very sensitive to Fu Wei. The third group played last, and they are extremely easily influenced by the first two groups of Fu Wei. What's more, the second group has Nan Duyi.

"In front of the talisman master's talisman prestige, those who are not mentally strong? They will be defeated for thousands of miles."

Pavilion Master Jia's expression was slightly condensed, he glanced around, and his eyes fell on the man with a light crown and hair tied aside, "What does Patriarch Chu have? High opinion?"

"No good opinion," Chu Baiyue stared at the entrance, with a faint smile on his handsome face.

"I can barely guess that he's eating melon seeds instead of grapes."

Pavilion Master Jia: "?"

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In the same contender for the Tianzhuan pen, in the tea room with an unusually subtle atmosphere, Wen Qiushi was just leisurely throwing a handful of melon seed shells, preparing for the next wave, when he was besieged by several unbearable fire-breathing sights.

"I'm going to cover your mouth!"

"No more knocking!!"

"I have endured you for a long time!!!"

Wen Qiushi: "..."