Dressed as a sick beauty

A large green foxtail lay between the two of them.

Gu Moze showed a surprised expression.

He has handsome eyebrows and sharp eyebrows, and when his eyes are full of penetrating coldness, people dare not look directly at him, but when facing Wen Qiu, he rarely shows this, his eyes are so soft, and all the ferocity in his body is restrained cleanly net.

As a result, his dazed expression fell into Wen Qiushi's eyes, a little dumbfounded.

Wen Qiushi held the huge foxtail with both hands, the soft tip of the grass leaned forward, touched Gu Moze's cheek, and swept it like dust.

"Back to God, back to God."

Gu Moze's cheeks were itchy, he woke up from the stupefaction, the hand on Wen Qiushi's waist tightened, and after he realized it, he let go as if he had been scalded.

Uncle Shi is sitting on his lap.

Rao has hugged someone, pressed his waist, and even done more intimate actions than this.

But there is a difference between a long-planned, tough act of wanting to achieve the goal, and being caught off guard and not knowing what to do next. After all, there is a difference.

Gu Moze's ears blushed imperceptibly, he turned his face sideways, and was brushed against the soft grass, making his mind uneasy, as if his heart had been scratched.

"Don't like it?" Wen Qiu raised his eyebrows.

Thinking that Gu Moze was not happy about this, he regretfully withdrew the tip of the grass.

Wen Qiushi buried his fair cheeks in the fluffy foxtail, took a deep breath, his whole body was wrapped in the natural fresh breath, his head was shaking side to side in enjoyment, and the soft black hair hanging behind him was lightly swinging.

This is the first time I have seen such a big foxtail.

Wen Qiushi was startled, and couldn't wait to put his cheeks together. The feeling of softness? It felt more wonderful than imagined.

He sucked it for a while, and suddenly remembered something.

Still sitting on Gu Moze's lap...

Wen Qiushi was obsessed with the grass-colored consciousness, and suddenly he woke up. He stuffed the dog's tail in his arms to Gu Moze, his knee moved slightly, intending to get off the opponent's lap.

boom--

At this time, the door opened at once.

"Wen Yu, I'm leaving tomorrow..." Jing Wuya, who stepped across the threshold with his hands behind his back, looked inward, stopped talking, and was stunned for a moment, struck by the scene in front of him.

"?"

What is this doing!

The room was brightly lit, and this bastard Gu Moze dared to wrap his arms around his uncle's waist and force him to sit on his lap.

The thing in front of him that I don't know where to find is very close to Wen Qiushi, looking at its rosy cheeks, it seems that he has just been teased by this fluffy thing.

The scene was extremely absurd, and Jing Wuya was so angry that he jumped into a rage.

"Presumptuous! Presumptuous! You still don't let go of your uncle!! One of the talisman masters dares to be reckless and frivolous. Today, I will kill you, an unscrupulous disciple with a sword!"

The biting sword qi came along.

Gu Moze's expression remained unchanged, and he was not surprised that Jing Wuya subconsciously speculated about him with the worst behavior. He raised his palm, and covered him and Wen Qiushi with an enchantment of spiritual power, blocking the blow. .

boom!

Jing Wuya's angry sword was no small matter, even though it was blocked by the barrier and absorbed most of the power, it still spread to the surroundings, and the sleeping Tianzong disciples got up one after another and went out in panic.

"What happened? Could it be that the Demon Palace is attacking?!"

"Woo, my house collapsed!"

"My God, it's the suzerain..."

The sky was full of dust, Wen Qiushi held the foxtail in both hands, and under Jing Wuya's incomparably complicated gaze, he turned into another room unhurriedly.

Mu Qingyuan and Zhang Jianjian who were originally in the room were kicked out.

"What happened? Master is so furious?" Mu Qingyuan went out and saluted.

Seeing the door close, Jing Wuya withdrew his gaze, knowing that there was a misunderstanding in the scene just now, but his mood was not relaxed, but became more and more heavy. He called Mu Qingyuan aside: "Let me ask you, when will your Seventh Master Uncle So close to Gu Moze."

Mu Qingyuan recalled for a while, and said, "Ghost Kuya, Junior Brother Gu's attitude towards Uncle Seven has changed."

Jing Wuya said: "Do you know why?"

Mu Qingyuan nodded hesitantly: "Later, I saw Uncle Qi draw a talisman, and the talisman owner..."

"Now that you know who he is, what are you doing these days?" Jing Wuya originally thought that his disciple didn't know, but it turned out that he knew it earlier, and he felt incredible, "Didn't you regard the talisman master as a belief since you were a child? Faith It's so close, it became your name? Uncle Seventh, what are you going to do if you don't get close these days?"

Mu Qingyuan was taken aback for a moment, and replied honestly: "I have been busy recruiting new disciples these days, but I have never slackened in my practice."

"What did you say?"

Jing Wuya stared angrily, "It's been so long since I've come to Lanyue City, and Wen Yu is so close, Gu Moze has spent all his time? When you pestered him, didn't you step forward to fight for the wind, and practiced alone every day?"

Mu Qingyuan didn't know what to think of, his cheeks were reddish, he hesitated and said: "But Master, Master Talisman told me before that if you want to become stronger, you have to practice hard. Now that he is in front of you, I have to work harder than before? OK."

"You! What an idiot!" Jing Wuya was so angry that he had nothing to say, he flicked his sleeves and walked away in big strides.

Seeing this, Mu Qingyuan didn't know why he was angry, so he hurriedly chased after him, "Master, calm down!"

Hearing Jing Wuya's words, he left at a faster pace.After waiting for the people to leave, Gu Moze closed the window, put up a barrier around him, and meditated in the atrium.

The room was dimly lit, Gu Moze closed his eyes, and entered the sea of ​​consciousness floating with blood mist.

When Wen Qiu asked Fuhunzhu, it was likely that Jing Wuya told him all the past events. Gu Moze stared at the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, under the seal of dense spell patterns, the flickering Fuhunzhu, with a dark face on his face. Sunny and uncertain.

The uncle is waiting for his answer.

Take it or not?

Although Wen Qiushi looked calm after asking, Gu Moze knew it was only temporary.

He discovered very early on that even though he didn't have the memory of Tianli, perhaps because of his ten years of perseverance in repairing his soul, Wen Qiushi was very close to him subconsciously, and his tolerance and patience far surpassed that of other people, so that What you did before can be forgiven.

But this time, it's different.

Wen Qiushi is not only a gift of heaven, but also the talisman master Wen Yu.

When he realized that he was not as good as he always thought, many things changed.

Blood mist floated around, wrapping Gu Moze round and round, he raised his hand, if anyone was here, they would be so shocked by the scene in front of them that they could not speak.

A bead radiating the light of a star appeared in Gu Moze's palm just like the beginning of chaos.

In contrast, it is a blood bead that has been sealed layer by layer.

If the light is ignored, the two are exactly the same, there is no difference at all.When they appeared at the same time, it was like tit for tat, one releasing vast soft spiritual power, and the other bursting out with infinite ferocious soul power.

Gu Moze clenched the bead in his hand tightly, his heart seemed to be grabbed immediately, he coughed with a pale face, and withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness.

I meant to stay a little longer, just in case, but wanted to come...

He really doesn't need it now.

That being the case, it's useless to keep it, and maybe it will increase the gap.

Gu Moze got up and went out.

There was candlelight in the next room, he raised his hand and knocked, "Master Uncle."

After Wen Qiushi returned to his room, he inserted the foxtail into the wooden barrel filled with water, adjusted it slightly so that the grass was leaning against the wall, and he opened Chu Baiyue's letter.

On the flat paper, the words are like the person, correct and meticulous.

It looks pleasing to the eye.

There is not much content, Wen Qiushi read it quickly.

There are two sentences expressing the incident? Suddenly, I couldn’t say goodbye to him in person, apologies, two sentences summarizing what happened in the ghost building? A hall master in the door.

Finally, a pool of green lotuses in Nanling was in full bloom, and bird shadows often shuttled through it, inviting him to go. "Are there flowers and birds?" Wen Qiushi put away the envelope and put it back in the storage ring.

To be honest, the attraction of these two things to him is not as great as the mountain of grapes that Jing Wuya said.

Moreover, he went to Nanling as the original owner, and he was afraid that he would be assassinated by Nan Qiluo's admirers halfway.

Wen Qiushi shook his head. After taking a bath, he yawned and undressed as he prepared to go to bed. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He slept all day, and within half an hour of waking up, his mind was full of tiredness again. meaning.

It is said that spring is exhausted, autumn is sleepy, summer is sleepy, and winter and March are sleepless. Now it is only the transition from summer to autumn. Why should he hibernate early.

Wen Qiushi hesitated to get on the couch, not in a hurry to fall asleep, endured his tiredness and took out the scriptures, and read them by flickering candlelight.

But not long after, the script slipped from his hand with a "snap".

"Uncle Master,"

No one in the room responded, Gu Moze pushed the door open and entered.

Turning around the screen, you can have a panoramic view of the scene inside. Wen Qiushi's body was lying on the bed, without a quilt, only wearing a thin underwear, a few wisps of black hair?

Half of his forearm protruded from the edge of the bed, and his hanging fingers were long and slender.

Under the warmth of the candlelight, every inch of bare skin is white and delicate.

The storybook that fell to the ground, the cover reads "A Grain of Lovesickness Bean in the Red Dust", and I don't know who is in love with the owner of the symbol.

Gu Moze narrowed his long and narrow eyes, picked up the storybook and put it aside, then leaned over, put his thin lips close to Wen Qiushi's ear, and whispered twice.

"Uncle Master."

Wen Qiushi's long eyelashes trembled, trying to lift them.

Too lethargic.

Gu Moze clasped the white wrist on the edge of the bed with one hand, and the star-like soul power wrapped around his body in an instant.

In the line of sight, the young man in the black Taoist robe has a calm face, and the soul power surrounding him is flowing slowly, not absorbed into the body as eagerly as in the past.

"Not for this reason, what is it?"

Gu Moze was puzzled, and didn't take back the hand that had taken away the soul power. Seeing that the spirit body was still lingering, he planned to call Wen Qiushi's soul directly.

"Uncle Master."

The youth in black didn't respond.

Gu Moze thought for a while, thinking and calling the soul, he should call the title deeply in the other party's memory.

Obviously, "Master Uncle" is not the correct answer.

The night outside the window flowed in through the gap, and the room was quiet for a moment, when Gu Moze's deep, unskilled voice sounded.

"Wen Yu—"

Wen Qiushi's long eyelashes moved and lifted slightly.

Seeing this, Gu Moze frowned a little, held his wrist tightly, and said while draining his soul power: "Wen Yu, wake up."

After the words fell, the figure in the bed completely opened its eyes.

Wen Qiushi looked at the handsome face above his line of sight, and was stunned for two seconds, the mist in his eyes dissipated, and the rest was clear, looking at Gu Moze without blinking.

Gu Moze breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone wake up, and it was rare for him to show a joyful expression, but he didn't call him for a moment, so he just opened his mouth.

"Wen Yu—"

After a pause, Gu Moze came to his senses, rubbed his forehead helplessly, and said as if blaming himself, "No, it's Uncle Master,"

He asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Wen Qiushi shook his head: "No."

Gu Moze was not at ease. Just as he was about to ask, a slender finger was stretched out and gently pressed against his lips, "Shhh, don't call me uncle."

Gu Moze was stunned for a moment, looking down at the figure in the bed, the other party smiled gently at him, his lips moved slightly, "Call me Wen Yu."

Gu Moze's mood suddenly fluttered.

Uncle Master, do you remember? It's Wen Yu's business...

"Why is it called Wen Yu?"

Gu Moze asked in a dying struggle, and when the words fell, he realized that Wen Qiu looked at him with piercing eyes, as if in an instant, his heart overflowed with infinite emotion.

"Ah, why? Of course it's because..."

When Gu Moze's face was slightly pale, and his heart was ashamed, Wen Qiushi gave him a meaningful look with a chilly voice.

"Because I'm a stand-in."