Dressed as a sick beauty

Wen Qiushi coughed for a while, then shivered inexplicably, when he returned to his seat to pour tea, he saw the broken teacup on the table, stained with blood.

Wen Qiushi frowned and looked at Gu Moze.

Holding the Ruohuo dagger, he stared down, making it hard to see the expression on his face.

As for Mu Qingyuan, who was sitting opposite him, he no longer had the time to listen to books. His attention was entirely on Gu Moze, his brows were tightly frowned, and the Qingshuang sword on the table trembled faintly, as if he was threatened, revealing more and more seriousness. Strong hostility.

The spirit sword is sharp and can often sense danger better than monks, so at the moment when Qingshuang moved, Mu Qingyuan set his sights on Gu Moze.

He recalled unpleasant things, but at that time Gu Moze was still young, and the master said that he fell into the demonic barrier because of his mental insufficiency, and he could control it when he grew up.

It is true that Gu Moze has never had the situation of that day again in these years, and what happened today is unknown.

Wen Qiushi glanced at Qingshuangjian, and his heart skipped a beat.

It can't be that the soul-hunting pearl is causing trouble.

In the original book, the number of times Gu Moze couldn't control the magic bead was actually very few, and it was only when he was forced into a desperate situation, but once he fell into that state, it would definitely turn the world upside down.

Wen Qiushi looked left and right.

There is no net, no accusations, and the surroundings are extremely harmonious scenes, and no one even pays attention to their side.

There was nothing to irritate Gu Moze.

Wen Qiushi picked up a piece of vegetable in a daze, and when he was recycling it with his hand, he turned a corner and put it in the bowl in front of Gu Moze, and replaced it with a teacup for him with the other hand.

"Try for me if it's delicious."

For a moment, Qingshuangjian calmed down.

Gu Moze put down the dagger, and the place where the palm was scratched by the cup healed in a short time.

He picked up the jade, picked up a small piece of green vegetables between the white glutinous rice, looked around, immersed in some kind of wonder and joy, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and the dark eyes in his eyes softened a lot.

Gu Moze's thin lips moved slightly, just as he was feeding it into his mouth, a loud voice came from below.

"Master Chu, don't worry, just listen to me, and then you can argue for yourself. Aunt Nan once painted a painting, in which Chu Bai was a teenager..." The clothed man paused, his eyes wide open The fire-breathing Chu Baiyang turned around and said, "The moon on the tree, the painting is the young moon on the tree. This painting was later snatched by an elder of Tianzong."

Wen Qiushi's expression froze, thinking of the half of the painting that was wiped out under Ruohuo's dagger, there was no chance of it being returned to its original owner, and it was a bit troublesome.

Thinking of this, he glared at the culprit viciously.

Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw Gu Moze lowering his head. He was quietly moving the bowls and chopsticks, his hair was swaying in the breeze, his handsome eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if he had just been wronged a lot, and he found a corner to stand alone Swallow bitter water.

The black eyelashes at the bottom are lowered, and occasionally raised, as if they can lift people's hearts.

Wen Qiushi blinked, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this scene many times.

Gu Moze noticed his gaze, raised his eyes, and then quickly lowered them.

Wen Qiushi: "..."

Not good.

He found that Gu Moze's eyes were pitch-black. Although they often had a chilly look that made people avoid them, but upon closer inspection, they were actually clearer and more beautiful than most people's black eyes.

When the coldness fades away, it is like a night full of stars.

Those eyes blinked at him, which made him feel a little bit of innocence.

Wen Qiushi slowly looked away, clenched his hands into fists, and coughed softly over his mouth.

That's it.

Isn't it just half a painting, if it is burned, it will be burned.

He is doing a good job in painting, and in the future, he will draw an identical Chu Baiyue and return it to Miss Nan.

"In this painting, there are actually two teenagers, one is Young Master Chu on the left, and the other is Huo Hua on the right."

"A few years ago, the villain of Tianzong wanted to kill Aunt Nan out of jealousy. When he beat her to the brink of death, he wanted to take this painting away, but Aunt Nan held on to the right half of the painting tightly, and she would not let go no matter how much she tortured her. Because the villain had to tear up the painting, and only took away the tree on the other side of the moon, such a situation..."

Zheng!

A sword that fell from the sky was inserted into the book case, and the storyteller on the stage was silent and trembled.

"Chu Baiyang, you bullied an unarmed old gentleman, and if word spreads, the Chu family will be ashamed of you," Jia Tang was listening vigorously, when he was suddenly interrupted, and said with displeasure, "Your feet are not Nanling, don't you?" Go wild here."

Chu Baiyang sneered: "This is not Jia's house, so don't be crazy!"

The sword is drawn!

The clothed man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and clapped his hands: "Forget it, let's not talk about the Chu family's tree going up to the moon, but tell everyone about the entanglement between the Northern Territory and Fu Huo."

Most of the people in the restaurant were from the Northern Territory, and they were surprised when they heard this - this person is really not afraid of death!

"In the battle against demons in Meteor Valley, the Holy Lord fell, and the dragons in the Northern Territory had no leader. They encountered an unprecedented crisis and were on the verge of falling apart. And his son, who is our current Lord of the Northern Territory, was not yet fourteen years old and had a fetish. With Xiantu in his body, it can be said that he is not facing danger all the time, and is watched by those jackals and tigers every second."

"At that time, there were internal and external troubles in the Northern Territory. Fortunately, Master Fu remembered the kindness of the former Territory Master and stood by the little Territory Master. While teaching carefully, he suppressed the imminent forces outside the Northern Territory with thunderous means. Two years later, the Northern Territory finally got rid of the haze after the war. , Back on track. It was also at this time that the talisman master resolutely left the Northern Territory, and the news spread, shaking in all directions, stirring up a thousand waves. After that, the talisman master went to the ghost building and guarded the gate of the poor prison until he died."

"These are known to the world, but why the talisman master left the Northern Territory, the world is extremely suspicious, and most people think that it has something to do with Shen Yan's domain master and was forced to leave by him, but no one knows the truth so far,"

The current Lord of the Northern Territory, Yu Shenyan.

Speaking of this person, the atmosphere in the restaurant gradually became heavy. Even Jia Tang showed a solemn expression, but the storyteller on the stage was smiling.

"Don't get me wrong, no one dares to offend the talisman master or the domain master, and no one dares to speculate about the affairs between the two of them. What I'm going to talk about next is not about them, but the misfortune and fire."

Everyone: "..."

The commoner drank a cup of tea, cleared his throat and said, "The Holy Lord fell, and Yu Huohuo was almost forced to ascend to the position of domain master, but it is not enough for him to be the son of the Holy Lord if he wants to sit firmly on this throne. What's more, he is still young, so the power of the Northern Territory is not in his hands. In addition, compared with him, hearing the misfortune is what everyone wants. At that time, there was even a saying in the Northern Territory, "The two masters of the Northern Territory, respect the talisman master first and then the master." Territory Master' The young Territorial Master inevitably had other thoughts, and after gradually gaining power, one day, he said to the news of the misfortune:

'You once swore in front of my father's tomb that as long as the Northern Territory needs it, as long as I, Yu Shenyan, need it, you will be there, and now you can count. '

Hearing about the misfortunes, he replied: "As a number." '

Yu Huohuo said: "Okay, then today's Northern Territory, and the Lord of the Northern Territory, no longer needs the talisman master, what should you do." '

Hearing the misfortune, he replied without thinking: "I will leave." '

I don't know if this answer satisfied the young domain owner, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but his eyes became colder, and then he walked away without saying a word. "

"And then, smell..."

Everyone in the restaurant was fascinated by what they heard, and the voice of the commoner paused.

He glanced upstairs, then dropped the gavel in his hand, ran off the stage, and quickly disappeared at the door.

Immediately afterwards, Jia Tang looked upstairs, clutched his chest thoughtfully, then showed an incredulous expression, lowered his head and cursed something, and ran away without stopping.

While everyone was puzzled, they suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The spirit sword he was wearing was trembling and whistling, at the same time, an unstoppable coercion enveloped the entire restaurant.

"What, what's going on?"

"Could it be that the Lord of the Northern Territory is here?!"

"No, this spiritual power seems familiar, it's... Gu Moze!"

The faces of Chu Baiyang and a group of Spirit Sect disciples behind him changed drastically. Someone recognized the Tian Sect disciple sitting across from him. One was Mu Qingyuan who was familiar with him, and the other was Gu Moze whom they all recognized after turning into ashes!

Sights flocked from all directions, and many people showed panic.

I've heard that there is a disciple named Gu Moze in Tianzong, who is fierce by nature, kills people without blinking an eye, and even seriously injured the Lingzong master, no one can do anything to him!

Did you show up here? !

Everyone here is a cultivator, feeling the tyrannical spiritual power in the air, and instantly judged the opponent's cultivation level, lying between them like a moat, unable to arouse the slightest resistance.

The restaurant fell into a deathly silence.

The spiritual power raging in the air was like a sharp knife scraping everyone's heart, and the invisible coercion was suffocating.

In the end, whoever made the first move turned over from the nearest window and jumped out, fleeing the restaurant that seemed to be turned into ruins in the next moment.

Everyone rushed to leave like a dream, and the street outside the restaurant suddenly became noisy.

The closer he was to the young man who lowered his head and was playing with the dagger, the more fear rose in his heart, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

But Wen Qiushi didn't feel it at all. He looked at the pale-faced monks around him, and then at Gu Moze, who was looking down and couldn't see his expression clearly. Just as he was about to speak, his wrist tightened, and he was dragged away from Gu Moze.

The Frost Sword came out of its sheath, and Mu Qingyuan slashed on the floor with his sword. There was a loud bang, waking up the frightened monks around him.

"Come on!"

With a loud shout, Mu Qingyuan jumped out of the window with someone.

Wen Qiushi's eyes were shaking, and when he stabilized his figure, he was already standing on the noisy street.

Mu Qingyuan let go of him: "Uncle Seven, step back, don't come any closer."

After finishing speaking, Mu Qingyuan glanced at the restaurant covered by dark clouds, turned around to face the disciples of Tianzong who came in a hurry, and threw something: "Zhang Jianjian, take the suzerain jade slip to find the city lord, and the others will disperse the idlers, so as to Just in case, join me in deploying the Demon Formation first!"

After explaining, Mu Qingyuan tilted his head and said in a low voice: "Uncle Qi, you...?"

What about people? !

At noon, the sun was still shining in the sky, and in a blink of an eye, dark clouds covered most of the city.

There are no lights in the restaurant, and the light is dim.

The previous moment was extremely lively, but now the building was empty, and there was only a slender figure leaning against the railing, holding a dagger, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

Wen Qiushi quietly went upstairs.

Those people's reactions were too exaggerated, as if they were facing a formidable enemy, they seemed to regard Gu Moze as a bloodthirsty madman, and fled in panic.

Is it that scary?

Wen Qiushi looked from the stairs, just in time for Gu Moze to look up.

Wen Qiushi: "..."

Gu Moze leaned against the railing, standing in the dim light, he couldn't see clearly, when he looked up at Wen Qiushi, his handsome and profound facial features gradually became clear.

He held the dagger in his hand, and the dark red blood slid down his fingertips, making a tick-tock sound in the space of silence.

It splashed down on the feet, turning red.

Seeing the figure emerging from the stairs, Gu Moze raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

It seemed to be a silent threat.

Even though they were still far apart, Wen Qiushi felt a sense of oppression coming to his face.

He could barely breathe.

Fortunately, this coercion dissipated quickly, and the young man looked at him with blood in his eyes.

Wen Qiushi remembered that in the original book, when Gu Moze was affected by the Fuhun Orb, he would not even recognize who the person in front of him was, and he would be treated like an ant.

Wen Qiushi wasn't sure if he recognized him.

It's best not to recognize him, after all, he has the appearance of the original owner, Gu Moze probably doesn't want to see this "Uncle Master" at this time.

The figure in Gu Moze's sight walked over.

The corners of his eyes were slightly closed, and he said in a hoarse voice: "What are you doing here?"

"Do you want to listen to someone recite the scriptures?" Wen Qiu kept walking, and when Gu Moze looked blank, he stood in front of him, "Heart Sutra, recite it silently a few times, and your mind will be at peace, just like the breeze blowing across thousands of miles, sweeping away the haze .”

"Do not want to."

"..."

Wen Qiushi wanted to hit him on the head with a wooden fish.

However, Gu Moze was still able to answer questions, and it seemed that he hadn't lost his mind.Wen Qiushi slowly stretched out his hand, touching Ruohuo tentatively, "Let go of it."

Gu Moze shook his head: "It won't hurt anymore if you let go."

Wen Qiushi frowned, and the hand that was going to take away the dagger turned to hold his other hand, "In that case, don't stay here, come with me."

Gu Moze said in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"

"Whatever, I can't stay here anyway,"

A group of people outside will rush in after setting up the formation. When they see Gu Moze's red eyes and his evil and devilish appearance, it is estimated that the demon killing order will hit Gu Moze's head immediately.

Wen Qiushi exerted some strength, but the person in front of him remained motionless, so he threatened: "If you don't follow me, do you want to be arrested as a big devil?"

Gu Moze looked at him, and when he heard this semi-threatening words, Jun's face showed astonishment and doubts, and he realized later: "Are you here to save me?"

Wen Qiushi thought to himself: Half and half.

After all, in a fight, it might not be the one who suffered heavy casualties, maybe all those people outside were wiped out.

When the words came to his lips, he thought about it: "Of course I came to save you, I can't leave you alone."

These words were somewhat sincere. It was strange to say that when Wen Qiushi saw Gu Moze, he always felt a voice lingering in his mind, as if saying, "Don't leave me, just stay by my side."

Listen carefully, the voice is a bit like Gu Moze, but with a bit of childishness.

Wen Qiushi guessed that when he was bitten in the cave, Gu Moze might have cast a spell on him, otherwise why would he be so weird now.

Even he himself couldn't believe his tolerance for Gu Moze.

Wen Qiushi even suspected that even if Gu Moze pressed him and bit him again, he could tolerate him continuing to jump around in front of his eyes.

Wen Qiushi shook his head incomprehensibly, at this moment, a hand suddenly appeared on his waist.

If the fire dagger was inserted into the railing of the building at some point, Gu Moze wiped the blood off his hands, then wrapped his arms around Wen Qiushi's waist, and suddenly pulled him closer, almost sticking to him.

With a turn of footsteps, the young man hit the railing with his back.

The tall figure leaned over, with a full sense of oppression, and firmly imprisoned Wen Qiushi in his arms.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Gu Moze's eyes were scarlet, his chin gently brushed a strand of Wen Qiushi's hair, and pressed against his ear, asking in a low voice.

"They all escaped. Why did you escape to me? Don't you know that you are the last thing I can see now?"

As long as Beiyu needs, Yu Chenyan needs, he Wen Yu will be there...

Gu Moze wanted to grab the young man's neck and make him swallow back what he had said, but he didn't even dare to question him. After all, in the past that he couldn't touch, everyone around Wen Qiushi was more important than him.

Anyone can make Wen Qiushi abandon him.

The veins on the back of Gu Moze's hands were bulging, and he looked down at the pale young man in his arms, his eyes were dark and prey, as if he was sizing up the inevitable prey, wondering where to start.

Wen Qiushi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was terribly frightened.

But he was not frightened by the person in front of him. He was pressed against the railing. Gu Moze's left and right palms were so strong that the wooden railing against his waist trembled, almost crumbling.

May break at any time.

The sense of crisis of falling downstairs filled Wen Qiushi's mind, making him a little confused, and he had no time to care about other things, he just wanted to stay away from this dangerous place.

But he was imprisoned in Gu Moze's arms, and he had nowhere to escape.

"Don't stay here, talk somewhere else,"

His voice trembled slightly.

Without thinking about it, the waist tightened, and the back hung in the air.

Wen Qiushi opened his eyes slightly, and sat stiffly on the long straight railing, with no support for his back, only one hand on his waist.

The youth's long eyelashes trembled.

Gu Moze leaned forward, half hugging the man who had nowhere to escape.

He lowered his head, buried his cheek on Wen Qiushi's neck, sniffed the reassuring breath, and his warm breath passed over his fair and delicate skin.

"Hold me, uncle,"

Gu Moze's voice was low: "You can only lean on me."