Dressed as a sick beauty

Wen Qiushi's green lotus soul imprint on the back of his neck was so faded that it was barely visible.

Instead, a scarlet blood flower appeared between the snowy skin, exuding boundless strangeness.

He was extremely weak, his long black eyelashes drooped weakly, and he didn't even have the strength to speak when he leaned against the person. Gu Moze supported him with one hand, and with the other hand he gathered up the skirt that had faded to the crook of his arm, covering the bite mark on his neck.

The waist tightened, and the slender belt was tied again. Wen Qiushi looked like a salted fish at the mercy of others.

He put his forehead against Gu Moze's shoulder, and while someone was dressing him, he ground his teeth, and his cheek was slightly tilted, buried in the neck of the person who was playing with him.

Gu Moze noticed a slight movement from his neck: "What are you doing?"

"A tooth for a tooth."

Wen Qiushi replied in a buzzing voice, buried his cheek in Gu Moze's neck, opened his mouth and bit hard, vowing to make Gu Moze suffer from the blood!

He has never been wronged like this since he was a child.

Gu Moze raised his eyebrows, then turned his head slightly, revealing his slender and smooth neckline.

After providing a venue for the angry people, he waited patiently for a while, until the collar of the neck was slightly wet, and the force of biting became weaker and weaker.

The movement of the neck was like a young animal whose teeth were not yet fully formed, angrily biting something that angered him, but there was no way to do it.

After finding that he couldn't bite, his dejected look was even pitiful.

Gu Moze supported the person and said, "Do you want me to take off my clothes?"

Due to lack of strength, Wen Qiushi, who only bit the skirt of his clothes repeatedly without even touching his flesh, was persevering in gathering strength when he heard that there was a lump in his throat, he coughed up blood, and fainted from anger.

The person in his arms was completely silent, Gu Moze smiled lightly, raised his hand to caress his forehead, the light blue streamer radiated warmth, under its wrap, Wen Qiushi's pale face gradually turned red.

When Wen Qiushi fell into a coma, he was so weak that half of his foot stepped into the gate of hell.

But when he opened his eyes again, he felt refreshed like never before, and there was no discomfort in his neck, as if the dizziness from the pain before was just an illusion.

He touched his neck and looked suspiciously at the other person in the cave.

Gu Moze's face seemed to turn pale, and the fury between his brows was about to come out. Most people would retreat because of the cold air around him, but Wen Qiushi had just got rid of the dying state, and now he was full of energy, and couldn't help but look for something to do. Do.

He touched the back of his neck repeatedly, and leaned closer and said, "I asked you something, and if you answered it, the matter of biting me will be cancelled."

Gu Moze's eyes changed slightly, and his thoughts turned back and forth, recalling all kinds of questions he had encountered since childhood: Soul-hunting beads, magic energy, why he has such powerful spiritual power, how can... kill he!

"I don't want to write it off," Gu Moze gave him a deep look, "but if you ask, I will answer."

Wen Qiushi nodded, then touched his neck and said seriously: "Are you a puppy?"

"I......"

Gu Moze replied subconsciously, and then there was a pause, with astonishment on his face.

Wen Qiushi saw that he looked suspicious, and continued: "It's not a puppy, how could it bite people."

Gu Moze came back to his senses, glanced at the light and weak scratches on the back of his hand: "Then what are you? You can scratch people."

Wen Qiushi found a red rope tied to his wrist, and a small blood-colored bell was tied to the rope, no matter how shaken it didn't make any sound. Hearing this, he said without hesitation, "Why, I'm tickling your heart."

After the words fell, he covered his mouth, regretting again and again, but Gu Moze didn't make a sound, and the cave fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

Wen Qiushi uncomfortably rang the bell, and Gu Moze tied it on him. It seemed that he had no intention of killing him for the time being, and as long as he left this place, the sky was high and the sea was wide, and he couldn't escape.

"No one can take it off but me."

Hearing such a sentence suddenly, Wen Qiushi suddenly felt something was wrong, and as expected, Gu Moze continued: "Unless I die, I can find your ashes if you escape to the ends of the earth."

Wen Qiushi: "..."

The little bell in his hand suddenly lost its fragrance.

Gu Moze got up, intending to take people away from this place. When Wen Qiu looked around, he suddenly realized where he was. The top was the ghost crying cliff and the death swamp was the bottom. No matter which road you choose, you will feel weak in your legs. high.

He hesitated and said, "Can you "swoosh" and teleport to Guikuya Cliff."

Gu Moze: "I can't."

Those who fell from the Guiku Cliff without incident can be counted on one hand in the cultivation world. Gu Moze has no magical powers, and only relying on spiritual power to achieve this level is shocking enough.

As for what Wen Qiushi said came in a blink of an eye, it was as difficult as reaching the sky.

Wen Qiushi sighed, thinking about the scene among the cliffs, he felt as if he was about to suffocate.

He can't.

He can't take it.

Wen Qiushi shook his head, his eyes fell on the stone wall in front of him, and in the next second, Gu Moze slammed into it with the force of thunder amidst Gu Moze's astonished expression.

boom!

There was a loud noise in the cave.

As long as you faint quickly, you are not afraid of heights!

Wen Qiushi's eyes were pitch black, before his consciousness sank into chaos, he grasped Gu Moze in a daze, his hands tightly clutching the skirt of his clothes, as if confessing his last words, he forcefully ordered a sentence.

"Don't hug..."

Carrying, carrying, and dragging are fine, but holding...not suitable.

Gu Moze half supported the person, his brows slightly twitched: "What are you talking about, you need to hug her."

When Wen Qiushi heard this, he fainted from anger, and his hand loosened from his lapel.

The smile in Gu Moze's eyes dissipated, and he put his finger on Wen Qiushi's forehead, wiping away the blood on it.

The cold will-o'-the-wisp enveloped the two of them, Gu Moze hugged the person in his arms silently, lowered his head, there was no coldness in his handsome eyes, but a little lonely.

I don't know how long it took before he passed Wen Qiu's knees with one hand, picked him up from the ground, and quickly left the cave.

On the ghost crying cliff, Tianzong and his party have not left yet.

Wen Qiushi's name is notorious in the world of comprehension, especially in Tianzong. Even though he has been confined to the back mountain all year round, all the young disciples have never seen a real person, but he is not in the Jianghu, and there are legends about him in the Jianghu.

Everyone is familiar with the bastard things he did, and from time to time they take out the whip and criticize him with words and pens.

But no matter how disgusted he is, Wen Qiushi still has the status of an elder of the Tianzong, let alone the sect master's younger brother, with no bones left now, how should he explain to the suzerain.

And there is a troublesome Gu Moze, everyone is frowning.

"Maybe the two of them are still alive, how about going around the Dead Marsh and bringing them back."

"How can it be possible to live?" Zhang Jianjian widened his eyes, retracted his head protruding towards the black mist, and pointed down. "Whoever falls can come back alive, unless the former Northern Territory Lord is alive. Do you think so, Qing Yuan."

Mu Qingyuan looked down at the jade slip in his hand, which was injecting spiritual power, frowned suddenly, stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Jianjian who was watching from the edge of the cliff, dragged him away, and said at the same time: "Stand back."

He had a very high reputation among his disciples, and when everyone heard this, they quickly moved away from the cliff.

Almost at the same moment, a dense fog billowed up, and a slender figure appeared at the place where Zhang Jianjian had just stood, wearing the same Tianyun suit as them, with black hair tightly bound, and under the sword-shaped eyebrows, showing the usual alienation and coldness.

"Gu Moze?!" Zhang Jianjian's eyes widened.

Isn't it the elder who jumped off the cliff to die?How did you come back unscathed!

Everyone looked at Gu Moze vigilantly, and then noticed the person he was hugging.

The man was dressed in a light blue robe, with loose long hair, and his cheeks turned inward. Through the ink-like hair, half of the delicate jaw could be vaguely glimpsed. His right hand around his waist was wrapped with a cloth strip, and it was stained with blood. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot hurt.

"The clothes look familiar, like those worn by the elders of the sect..." In the silence, someone said something.

A name appeared in the hearts of many people, but no one dared to believe it.

Elder Wen of Tianzong, because he has been confined in the back mountain of ice and snow all year round, this group of disciples who have only been in the sect for a few years, although they are familiar with what they do, have never seen a real person. A person with a green face and fangs, or a three-headed and six-armed person, is exactly the same as a ghost.

But at this moment, the person Gu Moze is holding is, no matter how you look at it, a beauty that is rare in the world.

"Is it your uncle?" Zhang Jianjian rubbed his eyes, and looked at the only person present who had met Wen Qiushi, "Why do you look so good..."

Before the word "look" came out, he sensed something was wrong, stopped the loss in time and shut up.

"It's Uncle Seven." Mu Qingyuan nodded thoughtfully.

Although he and Gu Moze seldom interacted with each other, they were brothers after all, so they were better than others. He remembered that Gu Moze hated Uncle Qi very much, and mentioned that he didn't even hide his murderous intentions. Gu Moze did what the uncle fell off the cliff, why did he suddenly...

Mu Qingyuan opened his mouth to ask, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Gu Moze leaving with his arms in his arms.

He always did his own thing, and everyone was not used to seeing him, so their eyes fell on Mu Qingyuan, and after Mu Qingyuan nodded, he chased after him.

***

"Master, we have found Seventh Master Uncle."

"Take him back quickly."

Wen Qiushi regained his consciousness, his headache was so painful that he could barely open his eyes, he was stunned for two seconds when he heard the conversation, and then he came to his senses.

This group of Tianzong disciples rushed to Lanyue City because they were in charge of recruiting new disciples. On the way, the original master fled the sect, and the Tianzong master ordered them to find them along the way.

Wen Qiushi leaned against the tree trunk motionless, his eyes narrowed into a line, and found that there was no Gu Moze here, only a group of Tianzong disciples.

At this time, the disciple who was using the jade slip to transmit the sound was extraordinary, and when he heard Qiushi call him "Seventh Master Uncle", he suddenly realized that this disciple was Mu Qingyuan, the future lord of heaven, and the other end of the jade slip was the current lord Jing Wuya, that is, The big brother of the original owner.

In terms of who else in the world is familiar with the original owner, only the senior brother who is the suzerain is left. Although the relationship between the two is bad, but they are both Xianjun disciples. Expose your identity.

He can reveal his identity in front of Gu Moze, even if he is regarded as the evil spirit who took the house, it is better than being regarded as the original owner.But other people are different. It is not tolerated by the world to change one's soul and seize one's home. If he is found out, he will definitely be out of his wits.

Going back to Tianzong rashly is tantamount to throwing himself into a trap. Wen Qiushi was thinking about how to avoid it. At this moment, several figures in front of him approached, and he quickly closed his eyes, breathing long and evenly, pretending to be asleep.

The young man sitting under the tree was wearing a thin elder's suit, with a thin body, a white jade-like cheek sideways, black hair hanging loose, and the appearance of sleeping peacefully with drooping eyelashes, which is as pleasing as a painting.

The night wind blew, and a dead leaf fluttered down on his shoulder.

Several disciples watched this scene and fell into a long silence. After a while Zhang Jianjian said with a complicated expression: "Is it really your seventh uncle, our Tianzong elder Wen Qiushi?"

No matter how you look at this person in front of him, he is harmless to humans and animals, and he doesn't look like the rumored crazy elder.

Mu Qingyuan said: "It's Uncle Seven."

He said yes, but he had some doubts in his heart.

Half a year ago, he went to the back mountain to meet Seventh Master Uncle, and he was quite impressed.

Uncle Seven, who had lost his cultivation at that time, had disheveled hair and dark eyes. No matter who he saw, he would show an extremely resentful expression, as if he wanted to eat people's flesh and blood to vent his anger.

I didn't expect that when I fell asleep, I would be so... well behaved.

This word popped up in Mu Qingyuan's mind unconsciously, and immediately realized the disrespect, and hastily looked away, taking out a silver-white fur coat from the storage bag.

It was very cold at night, without spiritual power to protect the body, and wearing only an elder's suit, it was inevitable to catch the wind and cold when waking up.

He stepped forward and put the warm clothes on Wen Qiushi.

Zhang Jianjian's eyes widened: "What are you doing! Are you crazy?! He's so, so bad! You put on clothes for him..."

"Shh."

Mu Qingyuan put his index finger in front of his mouth, and his tone was light, but there was no doubt about it.

"Silence."

Although Mu Qingyuan is still a disciple, everyone inside and outside the Tianzong knows that the next suzerain must be his.

Therefore, although Mu Qingyuan is gentle and easy to get along with, he already has the style of a suzerain in every gesture. When he is serious, everyone will feel coerced and will not disobey.

Zhang Jianjian looked displeased, but she shut her mouth honestly, and the other disciples couldn't help but lower their voices.

In the silence, the night wind passed through the forest, the shadows of the trees were flickering, and a crow quietly appeared on the branch. In the dark night, with a pair of scarlet eyes open, it looked down at the figure under the tree.

Soon there was the sound of footsteps, the branches and leaves trembled slightly, and the small figure above disappeared.

Gu Moze came from the dark place in the forest, his black boots stepped on the fallen leaves, making a series of rustling noises, his eyes swept over the crowd, and fell on Wen Qiushi, looking at a familiar fur coat, he squinted slightly squinted.

Gu Moze recognized it as Mu Qingyuan's, a gift from Jing Wuya.

Unlike him, an abandoned disciple, Mu Qingyuan is very popular with Jing Wuya, and he is a well-known beloved disciple. This expensive fur coat was made when Jing Wuya watched Mu Qingyuan in the snow one winter. Practicing swords is rewarded when you are happy.

Gu Moze forgot how envious he was at the time, how much he wanted a warm coat, so he picked up a branch, hurried to his master, and demonstrated the sword skills he had learned after watching it from beginning to end.

Then he was slapped hard, the twig was broken by Jing Wuya and thrown on the snow.

"I warned you not to practice any spells in this sect! You are not worthy!"

"Mu Qingyuan, you are not allowed to be in front of him in the future... Forget it, Gu Moze, go to the back mountain to reflect, and come back when you know you made a mistake."

......

Goodbye Qiu Yi, I didn't expect this kind of scene.

Gu Moze's eyes were indifferent, he was no longer the immature child back then, recalling the past, there was not much disturbance in his heart.

But at this moment, the clothes appeared on someone who shouldn't appear.

Gu Moze's expression was displeased, and he reached out to lift the silver-white fur coat off Wen Qiushi's body and threw it on the ground.

Gu Moze was used to being absent from ghosts, and Tianzong disciples took it for granted, but as soon as he appeared, everyone's eyes would unconsciously fall on him, full of fear and fear.

Naturally, the scene of Mu Qingyuan's robe being thrown away was not missed, and everyone was furious.

Zhang Jianjian was the first to bear the brunt and shouted, "Gu Moze, what are you doing?"

Wen Qiushi coldly shivered silently, thinking: Good question!

The next moment, his body warmed up again, and the familiar breath enveloped him.

Gu Moze unhurriedly took out a black fur coat, leaned over and put it on for the figure under the tree.

Mu Qingyuan frowned, picked up the dusty clothes, stared at Gu Moze without saying a word, while the other disciples were even more angry, accusing him endlessly.

"Gu Moze, you're going too far!"

"Pick it up! Qing Yuan lets you, we won't let you!"

"It's too reckless for you to act like this!"

Facing the anger of the crowd, Gu Moze sat down disapprovingly, stretched his arms, and embraced the person who was pretending to be asleep, before raising his head slightly.

His expression was impatient, with a pair of pitch-black eyes shining coldly.

"That's how I've always acted."

"how."

Everyone fell silent, and the forest fell into a deathly silence.