The villain after passing through the book, he just wants to destroy the world

"It's still early in the morning, we'll leave at night." Shen Zhiwei stood up and kicked Mo Rubai's calf, "This is my bed, how long are you going to sit?"

Mo Rubai's face was instantly stained with a thin layer of red, it was clear that the real Ling Zhi asked him to sit, but now he wants to beat him up.

But feeling the cool ointment on the kneecap, Mo Rubai quickly restrained his expression, he just built his foundation and cultivated, and he was still a mortal body, kneeling for three days and three nights, no matter how strong his body was, he couldn't stand it .

Not to mention that after he finally finished kneeling, Senior Sister Ming was about to get some ointment for him when she was called down the mountain by Ling Zhiren's men.

He hadn't been able to control the sword yet, so naturally he ran all the way down, his knees couldn't take it anymore.

However, Ling Zhi's plaster was really useful, and Mo Rubai felt that he was much better now.

"Uncle, what do we need to do now?"

"You have nothing to do, just wash my hair for me." Shen Zhiwei said something lightly, feeling that there was nothing wrong.

He still prefers the hair from his previous life, just rub and grab it a few times, but the long black hair now really annoys him.

It's been so long, how can I wash it myself?

Hearing this, Mo Rubai's face froze for a moment, what does Master Ling Zhi mean by this?

No matter what Shen Zhiwei meant, Mo Rubai was also in trouble.

Because the other party has already taken off the thin obscene clothes on the upper body.

Shen Zhiwei thought it was nothing, men, what's wrong with being shirtless with each other?Moreover, he is Mo Rubai's elder, so it's okay to ask him to wash his hair.

"What are you dawdling about?" Shen Zhiwei gently raised his hand, and a basin of warm water that had been prepared earlier, and a chair lower than the bed were moved in front of them.

Mo Rubai pursed his lips, "Okay."

No matter what Shen Zhiwei wanted to do to him, he would not kill him in this place.

This is not the first time for Mo Rubai to serve others. His adoptive mother's family is poor, and she can only do some small work for the master's family every day to earn a few meals. Sometimes he will follow him to help when he has nothing to do.

And what he can do is to be a servant and serve those young masters...

Mo Rubai looked at the person lying on the bed with his eyes slightly closed, and gently pressed Shen Zhiwei's temples with two fingers. As long as he exerted his strength, this person's body would be destroyed. If he was lucky, he would still be able to Shen Zhiwei's life...

"Hmm~huh~" Shen Zhiwei couldn't help but snorted softly after being rubbed comfortably.

Mo Rubai was pulled back from his thoughts by these two sounds, and he let out a sigh of relief, he almost couldn't help it just now!

Ask yourself, Mo Rubai always finds it strange that Master Ling Zhi looks like he trusts him very much.

This "father's kindness and son's filial piety" situation unexpectedly appeared in him and Shen Zhiwei.

Really weird.

"I'll sleep for a while," Shen Zhiwei sighed, "Call me again when it's dark."

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The "third floor underground" is not really on the third floor, but the basement floor of Lexianfang. The "third floor" is just a term, but it is not so easy to enter the "third floor".

Mo Rubai's whole body was tense. The disciples of Lingxiao Sect were not familiar with "Lexianfang", but basically everyone knew about the "Three Floors".

It's just that ordinary sect disciples are not allowed to enter, and inner sect disciples also have to have "conditions", but Shen Zhiwei is an elder, so naturally he can do whatever he wants.

Daoist Ling Zhi let him go down the "third floor", did he want to make him commit another ban?

As for Shen Zhiwei who was walking in front of him, because he had just slept, his hair behind him was still a little messy, and a belt was tied in a mess, Mo Rubai frowned.

"Little Martial Uncle." Mo Rubai finally couldn't help but speak, "You, stop?"

Shen Zhiwei turned around suspiciously, "Huh?"

Mo Rubai walked up to Shen Zhiwei in two steps, pinned his shoulder rebelliously, and seemed to hold back something in his eyes.

Shen Zhiwei felt his scalp go numb, but he heard him say: "Little Martial Uncle, your belt is loose."