Dressed as a sick beauty

"One knife at a time, cut him into ten thousand pieces,"

Under Wen Qiushi's astonished expression, Gu Moze planned cruelly, like a ruthless executioner, when he was talking about excitement, he put his masked cheeks closer.

"He hasn't come back all night? Come on, got caught last night? I caught it."

Wen Qiushi was dubious at first, see? This person even knew Gu Moze's whereabouts, his eyes gradually changed.

On the one hand, he thought it was impossible? Gu Moze was not so easy to be caught? On the other hand, he was beating his heart. This mysterious person who appeared out of nowhere could even subdue the big demon Bi Fang. It might not be impossible for Gu Moze to fall into his hands.

If true...

Wen Qiushi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his unclear eyes fell on the figure in Xuanyi, racking his brains to figure out who it was, in order to find a countermeasure.

——The brocade gown in Xuanyi, the girdle embroidered with strange blood-colored patterns, came from behind.

Wen Qiushi felt more and more familiar, as if a thin layer of paper was lying in front of his eyes, even when it was pierced, a faint voice came from his ear, "How about it, you want to go with me."

Wen Qiushi gritted his teeth: "Can I? Say no!"

If Gu Mo Zezhen was in this person's hands, the protagonist's halo made a mistake and died, and he would have nowhere to cry.

Gu Moze paused, realizing that Wen Qiushi did not abandon him, and even gave up other dream things for him. It was as if a bunch of fireworks were set off in his heart, and he experienced the feeling of elation for the first time.

His eyelids were slightly lifted, and his dark eyes couldn't help looking around.

Seeing the other two faces with different expressions, Gu Moze even wanted to show off, even though he knew that his behavior was too childish.

When he was satisfied, Gu Moze heard "Huh?", the young man approached with a fair cheek, and stopped within a short distance.

Gu Moze took a breath and opened his eyes slightly.

Wen Qiushi's face showed suspicion. After meeting his black eyes, he stared at his thin lips carefully, as if silently drawing the shape of his lips.

After a while, he moved to Gu Moze's neck and sniffed again.

When Wen Qiushi's cheeks were almost buried in the socket of his neck, Yu Shenyan, with a gloomy face, pressed his shoulder from behind and grabbed him back.

"Ah Wen, what are you doing?"

In public, what does such an act look like.

Yu Chenyan said coldly: "You don't really have an old man? Are you a good friend?"

Wen Qiushi squeezed his chin, shook his head calmly, and after pondering for a moment, reached out to touch the mask with flowing dark lines, "Gu Moze, is it fun?"

After he finished speaking, he obviously felt the figure of the man in the black robe stiffen.

Wen Qiushi became more and more determined. He clasped the corner of the mask with his fingers, and was about to lift it off. The mask flashed dark red, as if it was stuck to the other person's face, and he couldn't take it off no matter what.

Gu Moze's slender hand held his slender wrist, and his tone suddenly seemed a bit disappointed.

"Wait? You can? Take it off, and you'll know who I am."

Wen Qiushi exerted all his strength, but he couldn't shake the mask even a little bit, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Stop pretending, wait? You can find a mask that can cover your eyes and mouth, and then come and fool me."

Gu Moze's heart went up and down for a while.

It was unexpected that Wen Qiushi could recognize him just by seeing his eyes and lips. Unfortunately, even so, the mask was still on his face.

When Gu Moze asked people to make this mask, he decided to hide his identity until the moment when the mask could be taken off by Wen Qiushi, but now he was discovered too early, disrupting his plan.

But he won't admit it.

"I'm not,"

Wen Qiushi didn't care whether he recognized it or not, but he still tapped his forehead with his index finger, recalling suddenly, "By the way, who did you say you were going to kill just now, Gu Moze? Go ahead, one knife at a time."

Wen Qiushi thought about the too bloody scene, and couldn't bear to laugh out loud. At this moment, a circular magic circle emerged on the ground in front of several people.

After the gentle light in the magic circle dissipated, two figures appeared in everyone's sight.

Jing Wuya stretched out his hand to support a person, his face was not at all cold and stern, full of caution, if it wasn't for his burly figure, he acted like an obedient young boy at this moment, afraid of making a little mistake, and throwing Dongmen Tian? The sect disciples were dumbfounded.

Let Jing Wu? Ya's nervous figure wear a white coat.

There is no trace of embroidery on the clothes, it is very simple and unusual, like black black silk hanging behind, the city gate is blown by fierce winds, but not even half a strand of hair is blown into disorder.

The two-finger-wide blue satin covered his eyes, like a seal, erasing Sheng Zeling's original cold temperament, leaving only the indifferent and gentleness that is indifferent to the world.

The moment he appeared, the whole world was quiet.

Standing between the east gates were some young disciples who had never seen Sheng Zeling before. They speculated about their identities, and saw Yu Chenyan and Chu Baiyue saluting in a blink of an eye, so they didn't realize it.

In today's world, there is no one who can make the Lord of the Northern Territory and the Lord of the Chu Family salute.

"Junior Chu Baiyue, pay my respects to Xianjun."

"Yu Chenyan, have you met Uncle Ze Ling?"

Sheng Zeling gave a puzzled "Mmm", and Xunsheng's cheeks turned slightly, "I'm here to find Xiaoputao, why are you here?"

The two fell silent.

Wen Qiushi quietly stepped back without a sound.

Little grapes?It can't be him.

Sheng Zeling's five senses were extremely keen, Wen Qiushi's movement was easily caught by? He pinched his fingertips and said, "Don't move."

After Sheng Zeling's words fell, the spiritual energy from all sides gathered into threads, binding the four people present without falling to the ground.

When? No one can move.

Sheng Zeling refused the support of the eldest apprentice, took two steps forward, and came to Chu Baiyue first, raised his hand and landed on his head, stroking him like a child.

"Chu family junior, I remember you, you often hang out with Little Putao, and you have grown so big."

Chu Baiyue's expression was a little stiff, and she really felt inexplicable when she was stroked on the head by someone in front of all the children of the Chu family.

Yu Chenyan also tasted this kind of feeling very quickly, with a slumped face, feeling aggrieved when he was patted on the head.

When the owner of the domain was used to being helpless, he suddenly found that there was someone on his head, and when he met him, he was tied up and couldn't move, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Wen Qiushi didn't have so many burdens. See? The two showed uncomfortable expressions and laughed twice. Since there was no way to avoid it, he glanced at Gu Moze, who couldn't see the expression beside him, and set an example and took the initiative. He leaned his head towards Sheng Zeling.

touch it touch it.

Anyway, not bald.

But Wen Qiushi didn't expect that Xianjun's hand didn't land on his head, but came straight to his cheek. Sheng Zeling's slender fingers pinched a ball of white soft flesh and pulled it out.

"Little Putao, listen to Wu? Ya said you wouldn't come to see me? Is that right?"

Wen Qiushi's face hurt, and he almost cried out in pain. I don't know if it was the pain or something else, and a pair of autumn eyes involuntarily raised water mist.

"Teacher, master, pinch gently."

Sheng Zeling paused: "Why do you call me master? I only have two apprentices left, Wu Ya and Qiu Shi."

Wen Qiushi was silent.

Sheng Zeling still doesn't know the original owner? It's gone. If his perception is not so keen, he can still pretend to be one or two.

"Xianjun, in fact, I..."

Sheng Zeling stood with his hands behind his back, and interrupted: "Okay, since you want to be a teacher, I'll accept you as a disciple."

Wen Qiushi: "?"

No, his masters in the Taoist temple will blow their beards and stare!

The hem of Shengze's spiritual clothes was hanging on the ground, his feet moved slightly, he leaned over to pick up a fallen leaf, and through the fox fur, touched the back of Wen Qiushi's neck with the tip of the leaf, and then put it in his hand, "This is the certificate, from today onwards, You are the eighth disciple of my Shengze Lingmen, Little Putao."

Wen Qiushi lowered his eyes to look at the dead leaves. He had never seen such a sloppy acceptance of apprentices. Jia Tang made up for it after the apprenticeship ceremony.

And why hit him on the back of the neck.

The back of his neck is excruciatingly painful, as if countless needles are pricking him.

"I'll tell you later, there is still someone," Sheng Zeling walked to the side.

Seeing the strange figure, Jing Wuya immediately wanted to come over, but he raised his hand to stop it.

When he approached Gu Moze at a certain distance, Sheng Zeling stopped, as if he had discovered something, and turned his head to face Wen Qiushi, who was clutching the back of his neck and grinning in pain.

"Little Putao, who is he?" His jade-like slender index finger pointed to Gu Moze.

With a confused voice, Sheng Zeling asked Wen Qiushi, "Why do you have his breath in your body? It can't go away, have you been rubbing against each other?"

Wen Qiushi's eyes widened instantly.

"?!!"

What is being rubbed against?In public, Master, please speak clearly, don't defile people's innocence!