Dressed as a sick beauty

Black clouds rolled up like sea waves enveloped the night sky, and countless evil spirits poured out from the cracks in the door of the poor prison, tearing the seal around the haunted building, roaring and howling in the drifting rain.

The blood-colored magic bead floated into the air, the sky and the earth shook, everyone woke up from their dreams, and the outside of the house seemed to be a scene of doomsday.

When Wen Qiu woke up, he met a pair of cold blood eyes.

He had never seen Gu Moze's strange eyes, as if he didn't recognize him, and isolated everything around him.

"Gu Moze—"

Wen Qiushi's heart skipped a beat, he didn't know what happened, but the current situation can't be tolerated? Thinking about it, he shouted "back off", summoned Tianzhuan, and moved his palm at the moment when Gu Moze's fierce spiritual power struck Push away several people around.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the entire hall collapsed.

"what happened?"

The aura in the air tightened, and Yu Chenyan appeared above the Senluo Hall holding the fairy picture in his hand.

He frowned, his eyes swept across the large ruins, and unconsciously, he first glanced at the figure in the light black robe.

"Ah Wen?!"

Wen Qiushi's body has not yet fully recovered, the corners of his mouth are covered with blood from many years ago, his fingers are jerky and stiff, and he can't hold on after fighting Gu Moze for a few moves.

"Ah Wen!" Yu Chenyan rushed to help him stop the attack.

Yu Chenyan was terrified, his eyes flashed with joy, he never thought that one day, he would see Wen Qiushi like this again: "You, you are injured."

"I'm fine," Wen Qiu frowned, looking at the figure standing in the air, a suffocating coercion came from above.

Gu Moze was controlled by the Fuhunzhu backlash, so he had to be stopped.

"Don't worry about this place, go to the gate of the poor prison," Wen Qiushi turned the heavenly seal as if his icy hands warmed up, gradually adapting to the spirit body, "Leave it to me here."

The soul-crushing bead caused the door of the poor prison to move, and evil spirits have already entered. Yu Chenyan can use the fairy map to stop the evil spirits from leaving the ghost building.

All that remains is to subdue the magic beads.

Although Yu Chenyan was worried about leaving Wen Qiushi alone to resist Gu Moze, who was controlled by the magic bead, but in the troubled times, why not? He hesitated.

"Be careful with me!"

Wen Qiushi nodded, and raised his hand to inject spiritual power into the heavenly seal, drawing amulets to suppress evil.

boom--

Heaven and earth change color.

The torrential rain poured down, and the golden runes spread out like a bright sun, illuminating the pitch-black sky.

Countless people were inspired by the familiar runes.

"This?, this? Why does it look like the evil spirit talisman drawn by the talisman master ten years ago when the ghost building changed..."

"The talisman master! Could it be that the talisman master is back?!"

"impossible!"

Tianzong, Huanhua Peak.

In Jian Su's wooden house, the figure in white was sweating all over his body, and his black hair had become as white as snow. When he was curled up on the bed with poisonous pain, he sensed the movement of the outside world.

Sheng Zeling pinched his fingers to calculate, spit out blood "poof", his vision was blurred.

Something happened to the poor prison gate.

But he really didn't have any strength? For help, Sheng Zeling leaned over the bed, clutching the front of his shirt, his silver hair ran across his pale cheeks, and blood dripped from the corners of his lips.

I don't know if I can make it through the night.

Sheng Zeling thought vaguely, Qi? Ruoyousi, felt another kind of power coming from the aura.

"You've worked so hard just for this situation." Bai Wushang stared at the magic bead that stirred up the situation, "What exactly do you want to do, to continue the long-cherished wish of more than ten years ago to open the door of the poor prison?"

"I want power from outside the realm,"

Su Ye closed his eyes and felt the aura in the air for a while, and his expression was slightly relaxed: "The door of the poor prison is not so easy to open, and the Voluntary Soul Orb can only open half of it at most, otherwise I would not have failed back then... But Gu Moze has a way, It's just that he still doesn't want to."

There was a gloomy look in Su Ye's eyes, he looked at the two people who were fighting, and sighed persuading himself: "But this time the goal has been achieved, so it's good."

With that said, he walked away.

Bai Wushang couldn't believe it: "You just leave like this. I'm not afraid that no one can stop Gu Moze. By then, there will be eggs under the nest. How can Sheng Zeling be safe and sound!"

"I hope no one can stop him. There's no need to read on here,"

Su Ye left with his hands behind his back, leaving behind a sneer, "You good-for-nothing boy."

Bai Wushang showed confusion, and continued to hide in the dark to watch. After a long while, he finally understood what Su Ye meant.

Wen Qiushi used the three evil-suppressing talismans to temporarily control the Fuhun Orb, and then used his spiritual power to fight against Gu Moze, but facing Gu Moze who had fully released his cultivation, he was not yet his opponent, and he was defeated in a short while trend.

Seeing that he couldn't beat him, Gu Moze was sure to kill every move, Wen Qiushi secretly thought that he had no choice but to seek wealth and wealth.

He appeared in front of the indifferent Gu Moze in a flash as he was about to die, and threw him to the ground like a wolf.

His movements were beyond Gu Moze's surprise, he paused for a moment, and attacked his spiritual core.

Wen Qiushi didn't dodge, approached the gap between death, lowered his head, the bean-sized raindrops slid down his jaw line, carrying a hint of nighttime coolness, he kissed Gu Moze's thin lips.

The blood eyes that were close at hand widened slightly, Gu Moze's palm failed to attack the spirit core, his body seemed to be frozen, and he looked at Wen Qiushi in disbelief.

Soon, anger surfaced on Gu Moze's face.

At this moment, the thin lips turned cold, and the young man who was lying on his body kissed him again.

Gu Moze was stunned, looking at the person smiling at him, for an instant, he forgot where he was and what he was going to do, he was stunned for a while, and then became annoyed after recovering.

"presumptuous!"

He struck Wen Qiushi's spiritual core with a palm, and there was a clanging sound of iron chains rubbing against each other.

One of Gu Moze's wrists was handcuffed with a magic black iron chain, and the spiritual power in his body was blocked.

This? Wen Qiushi just took advantage of him when he was in a daze.

Wen Qiushi was slapped, but nothing happened. Looking at Gu Moze who suddenly showed a dazed expression on his face, he said "sleep for a while", and dropped his hand on the back of his neck and slapped it.

"This seat..." Gu Moze was knocked unconscious to the ground before he could utter the words filled with chill.

It was three days before Gu Moze opened his eyes again.

He woke up from a strange room, with heavy black iron cuffs on his wrists, looked around, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly.

Where is this?

Didn't he walk out of the poor prison?

Gu Moze checked his body and found that his spiritual power had been sealed, and the Soul Volunteer Orb in his body had disappeared. The face of a young man before he fainted appeared in his mind, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

The door rang.

Wen Qiushi entered the room with a bowl of steaming medicine, walked behind the screen, the person on the bed had already woken up, cast a look at him the moment he came into sight, the coldness between his brows was still there, with a strange and unfamiliar expression Look at him.

"Who are you."

The decoction was violently shaken in the bowl, Wen Qiushi stopped walking.

Amnesia?

In the original book, Gu Moze did lose his memory for a while.

Wen Qiu thought about it for a while, and said, "I am your uncle."

What the hell is Uncle Shi.

Gu Moze hadn't heard this word for many years, so he sneered in his heart.

"Kang Dang" sounded the iron chain clashing, and Gu Moze crossed his slender legs in another position, leaning against the head of the bed, with his neckline and placket loosely opened, looking sideways at the young man beside the bed.

"Uncle Master?"

He shook the shackles with gleaming embossed patterns, and said in a lazy and fearless tone, "Do you like the uncle who tied the nephew to the bed?"

Wen Qiushi rarely choked.

He had no choice but to. After Gu Moze fainted, the Fuhun Orb had broken through the shackles of the magic talisman. Fortunately, Sheng Zeling came in time and helped him seal the magic orb.

This is a side matter, and the poor prison gate is in big trouble.

Together with Chu Baiyue who came from behind, the four of them worked together to cover half of the poor prison door, apply layers of seals to block the influx of evil spirits, Xiantu locked the ghost building, and wiped out the evil spirits that could not escape. But many evil creatures escaped before Yu Chenyan arrived. In the past two days, they have received news that several villages and towns have been exterminated, and people are panicking.

Not only that, Gu Moze's identity was leaked.

The news that he is the son of the Demon Lord and possesses the Eternal Magic Orb has spread across the continent, and there is no place for him in the cultivation world.

Tianzong couldn't go back, so he took Gu Moze to temporarily settle down in Luoshan.

After waiting for two days, he finally woke up, but his temperament changed a bit. I don't know if it was because he didn't remember anything. He couldn't see any emotion on Gu Moze's face. He seemed to have learned to hide it, which was different from before.

"Don't worry, drink the medicine first." Wen Qiushi handed him the medicine bowl, "I'll tell you the past slowly."

Gu Moze poked his head out, and glanced at his face with the black soup.

He was right.

But it looks like he hasn't reached the age of the crown yet.

After watching it, Gu Moze looked away, not intending to take the bowl: "What do you think? I'll drink something of unknown origin."

Wen Qiushi felt that it was necessary to build trust between the two of them, so he took a sip first. The medicine was so bitter that his face turned blue, and he turned his head and stuck out his tongue.

"No, non-toxic."

Gu Moze's eyes rolled, and he unconsciously fell on his small red tongue: "The mouth is so open? It's so small, who knows if I've drunk it."

Wen Qiushi was quite vigilant in his heart.

But this? The medicine is really bad, take another sip, and the taste of the medicine can break through his spiritual cap.

Wen Qiushi couldn't drink it, and he didn't want to take a second sip. He put down the medicine bowl, and found the little soul bell tied with a red thread in the storage ring.

He held the string and waved it in front of Gu Moze's eyes: "This? You gave it to me, remember?"

It was his fault that Gu Moze felt the soul power on the bell.

But he didn't understand, if in order to prevent the other party from escaping, people can be found anywhere in the world, just inject a little soul power into the bell, why store a lot of soul power in it.

In this way, it is more like expending energy to nourish the soul.

Wen Qiushi saw that his expression had changed, put down the soul bell, picked up the medicine bowl and handed it again: "I believe it now."

Is the bowl too close? Gu Moze turned his face towards the side of the bed with disgust: "Take it away, I don't drink what other people have drunk."

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows, and made up something random: "But I used to feed you medicine with my mouth."

After he finished speaking, a cold gaze fell on Wen Qiushi's face: "What did you say?"

Wen Qiushi frightened: "I just fed you mouth to mouth, and if you don't drink anymore, do you want to relive it?"

Gu Moze was silent for a moment, the runes on the black iron flickered, and the sound of heavy chains sounded. Gu Moze stared at him with dark eyes, without any threat, and said in a low magnetic voice: "Come on."

He said "Come," which sounded more like a threat, with a storm in his dark eyes.

Wen Qiushi was at a loss, he couldn't take advantage of Gu Moze when he was unarmed, put down the bowl, Wen Qiushi, who hadn't closed his eyes for three days, pulled his belt with his fine fingers, took off his outer robe, and planned to go to bed and sleep.

Gu Moze lowered his eyes and sneered, "Is there such a slutty uncle like you?"

Wen Qiushi: "Huh?"

He took off his clothes and went to bed, how could he be slutty.

Thinking about Gu Moze's lack of memory, he might be more particular, Wen Qiushi explained: "We used to sleep together a lot, don't worry."

When Gu Moze saw Hun Ling, he faintly felt that this person had an unusual relationship with him. Hearing this, his heart sank slightly, and he said in a cold voice, "Get lost."

"There's only one bed in this room, let's just sleep on it," Wen Qiushi slipped past Gu Moze, lifted the quilt to the inside of the bed, and lay down. Hearing the sound of iron chains, he grabbed Gu Moze. Arm, "I can't go down, listen to me tell you about the past."

Wen Qiushi grabbed someone: "Your name is Gu Moze, a disciple of Tianzong..."

After talking for half an hour at a stretch, Wen Qiushi's voice was slightly hoarse, and he said in a muffled voice, "I'm dizzy, and I don't know what's wrong with you. I heard from Jia Tang that you were injured by my god-level talisman... Feel sorry......"

Gu Moze tapped the black iron lightly with his index finger.

So it turned out that he was sent back to the past by the poor prison gate, but it was a little different from the past, there was one more change, that was Wen Qiushi who was lying beside him.

What is a god-level talisman that can hurt him.

Just because others injured him with this young man's magic talisman, such a trivial matter, he was so angry that he sacrificed the soul-hunting orb... Not only that, but also became the opponent's defeated opponent, and the magic orb was taken away , sealed spiritual power...

It was like a ridiculous farce, when did he, Gu Moze, become so vulnerable, reduced to the point of being shackled.

Gu Moze's murderous intent surged from the bottom of his heart, and he remained calm on the surface. Hearing that Qiu Shi had finished speaking, he was about to ask some valuable questions when he saw ten more talismans in front of him.

"They're all god-level," Wen Qiushi blinked, "I drew them just for you."

In the past few days, apart from taking care of the sleepy Gu Moze, he spent the rest of his time drawing talismans.

Drawing god-level talismans was really exhausting. Wen Qiushi swallowed a whole bottle of refreshing pills before he managed to draw ten, just to wait for Gu Moze to wake up and give them to him.

Gu Moze's cold eyes fell on it, he was not interested in these talismans, he raised his hand and was about to wave it away, when he glanced at Wen Qiushi's expectant expression.

His eyes were pale blue under those eyes, his pale lips paused, his curled fingers stretched out, and he took ten talismans.

"Don't think that these things can please me." Gu Moze warned.

Wen Qiushi saw that he accepted it, and after heaving a sigh of relief, he nodded perfunctorily: "I know, I know."

"When you get rid of your anger, I'll unshackle you," Wen Qiushi said, his heavy eyelids drooped, and he breathed lightly after a while.

Gu Moze found that he was asleep, so he lay down on his body, his hands in black iron cuffs reached for Wen Qiushi's slender and fair neck.

strangled.

It's a pity that the spiritual power can't be used.

Gu Moze let go of him, turned the storage ring on his index finger, and when checking the items, he accidentally found a mask with flowing dark patterns.

Gu Moze stared at the curse pattern, his eyes were as dark as the deep sea.

Compassion spell.

Putting on this mask, except for him, there is only one kind of person in the world who can take it off, whoever he likes, likes him at the same time.

Gu Moze recognized that it was his own handwriting, so, who is this mask for?

Gu Moze was lying on his side, his eyes fell on a peaceful sleeping face.

He actually likes this person... From the looks of it, he is still in unrequited love... Chih, what a joke in the world.

Ridiculous.

What do you like about him? His cultivation is high?

Compared with those rotten fish and rotten shrimps in the previous life, he does have some strength, but that's all.

It's not because of high cultivation, what is it, good-looking?

Gu Moze pinched the sleeping man's jaw, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and looked at it carefully.

In a moment, the sneer in his heart dissipated, he was silent, loosened his delicate jaw, and looked away unnaturally.

...It's kind of pretty.

But it was far from enough. Taking away the soul-hunting pearl or sealing his spiritual power, no matter which one, was something that Gu Moze could not tolerate.

It is not a pity to die for this person.

In his heart, Gu Moze was thinking about how to get out of the predicament, regain the soul-hunting orb, and find the reason for his rebirth. When he was thinking deeply, a familiar aura came to the tip of his nose.

Gu Moze's thoughts were interrupted, he raised his eyelids in displeasure, and a fair and beautiful cheek approached.

Wen Qiushi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and while he was half asleep and half awake, he skillfully buried him in the crook of his neck, and his thin figure came close to him, carrying a refreshing fragrance.

Gu Moze was slightly taken aback.

A wisp of exhaled warm air passed over his neck, causing his Adam's apple to roll slightly.

Gu Moze was stunned by the sudden approach, before he could react from the strange feeling in his heart, his shackled hands had already moved instinctively.

The black iron chain went around the young man's narrow waist, separated by a thin layer of clothing, Gu Moze touched the soft waist with his palm, and pulled the young man into his arms.

In an instant, the figure in his arms struggled slightly.

Wen Qiushi's cheeks turned slightly, and the soft blue hair on the top of his head scratched his chin.

Gu Moze's eyes were dark, he tightened his slender knuckle hands, and pressed the man into his arms with a strong taste, sticking to him tightly, like the closest Taoist couple in the world.

After finishing everything, Gu Moze gradually came to his senses.

bad...

Why can't I help but be happy.