Mr. Fu ran away again today

A group of people walked to the lake, and the coffin-carrying disciples placed Elder Gao's coffin in the cabin hung with white curtains.

Mo Chen was about to board the boat, but Fu Chuxi had already stepped up first, then turned around and stretched out his hand to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen looked down at Fu Chuxi's hand in front of him. There was still an unhealed scar in his open palm, which was left by the sword that caught A Lang last time.

Something wanted to surge up from the bottom of his deliberately suppressed heart, but Mo Chen firmly suppressed it. He reached out to support Fu Chuxi's arm and got on the boat, but he still didn't dare to touch his hand after all.

Xu Xiaoliang also came up, and the others sat in several boats behind.

Fu Chuxi glanced at the disciple of Suzaku Hall who was rowing at the stern, and said to Xu Xiaoliang, "Go and let him get off the boat."

Mo Chen knew why Fu Chuxi did this.He will definitely not be chasing him when he comes back, it is likely that the uncle has already told him his doubts about the uncle and asked him to help.

Xu Xiaoliang glanced at Mo Chen, seeing that Mo Chen didn't object, but just turned around and entered the cabin, he responded and went to the back to let the disciple go down.

Mo Chen sat on the futon, threw the paper money into the brazier and lit it. After burning a few handfuls, he caught a glimpse of a figure coming in from outside the white curtain. Mo Chen tightened his grip on the paper money, and continued to burn the paper money without saying a word .

The boat shook slightly, cut through the lake water, and moved forward slowly.

Fu Chuxi walked in slowly, and from the moment he came in, he never took his eyes off Mo Chen. At this moment, Mo Chen was like a walking dead, with neither joy nor sorrow on his face, he just stared at the brazier, adding a little fire to it from time to time. Put paper money.

Fu Chuxi finally walked to Mo Chen's side. He squatted down and asked coldly, "Why do you torture yourself like this?"

Mo Chen heard the words, and said lightly: "My relative passed away, and I am deeply saddened."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Fu Chuxi smelled alcohol, and suddenly a burst of anger burned from the bottom of his heart.

"Are you drinking again? Is it because you are so sad that you are drowning your sorrows with wine? Or is it that no one cares about you on this island, and you can finally do whatever you want?" Fu Chuxi grabbed Mo Chen's lapel and pulled him in front of him, asking in a deep voice: "Don't touch alcohol until the injury is healed... You forgot how you promised me in the capital?"

Mo Chen's skirt was pulled by him, and the wound hurt a little, he frowned subconsciously, trying to break Fu Chuxi's hand away.But Fu Chuxi pulled him too tightly, and Mo Chen gave up without breaking it after two tries. He lowered his eyes and continued to put the paper money in his hand into the brazier: "Master asked you to come, he did it to harm you." You, want to get you involved in this dispute that has nothing to do with you, before it's too late, don't go ashore when the boat reaches the bottom of the mountain, I'll ask Xu Xiaoliang to send you away."

Mo Chen didn't answer the question, but Fu Chuxi heard something from it. He asked in a deep voice, "Did you do it on purpose?"

How smart Fu Chuxi is, Elder Cui can't see what Mo Chen and Master Ma's plan is, Fu Chuxi can only guess at a corner of it.

To tossing himself into this weak appearance is naturally to make the enemy relax his vigilance. He wants...Fu Chuxi narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Chen: "You want to use yourself as a bait to lure the enemy into deep?"

Mo Chen's eyes flickered: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"No..." Fu Chuxi thought that she must have missed something, "After the boat docked, except for the island owner and the elders of the law enforcement hall, only the coffin-carrying disciples could follow up the mountain. Elder Cui couldn't go up, and he definitely didn't dare to do anything down the mountain ..." Fu Chuxi said coldly, "Is there something wrong with those coffin-carrying disciples?"

He was too close to him, and when he spoke, his breath sprayed on his neck, which made Mo Chen almost confused. He secretly used his internal strength, grabbed Fu Chuxi's wrist, turned him, and pushed him out.

Mo Chen sat down, straightened the neckline of his filial robe, concealed the bitterness in his heart, and said lightly: "It's because you think too much."

Mo Chen kept his eyes down to avoid Fu Chuxi's sight.For so many days, he has formed a hard armor in his heart. In the middle of the hard armor, he thinks that he has done the dirtiest calculations. How dare he let Fu Chuxi see what he has to hint desperately to keep going?

Mo Chen hesitated for a moment, put all those thoughts away, and then raised his eyes to look at Fu Chuxi: "Xuanchu, listen to me. Don't go ashore when the boat reaches the bottom of the mountain. I will ask Xu Xiaoliang to take you away. You go to Bai'an City first." In Fu’s residence, Steward Fu is still here, and he will take good care of you.”

Fu Chuxi sneered: "So that I can't see you lure the enemy with your body and risk your life?"

Mo Chen froze and looked away.

Fu Chuxi's pupils constricted suddenly, did he expect it?Mo Chen knew that those coffin-carrying disciples had problems, but let them go up the mountain with him. Given his current physical condition, would he be able to deal with those deliberately arranged masters?

"Mo Chen, what exactly do you want to do?" Fu Chuxi approached again, and he shouted in a low voice, "Answer me!"

Mo Chen was forced by him to have nowhere to retreat, and threw out four words as if evading: "It has nothing to do with you!"

"It has nothing to do with me?" Fu Chuxi was really angry this time, he pinched Mo Chen's two wrists, pushed him forward and then twisted outward, and easily pressed him into the cabin.Mo Chen's wounds repeated over and over again, so he almost fainted from the pain on the spot.

"Is it really nothing to do with me, or are you afraid to tell me what's on your mind?"

Fu Chuxi leaned over to look at him, the wide sleeves gathered around Mo Chen's body, blocking the light from outside, so that he could only see Fu Chuxi's eyes full of anger.

Mo Chen felt inexplicably guilty from being stared at by him, he suppressed the emotions in his heart, so he didn't look away guiltily.

However, Fu Chuxi's next sentence sounded like thunder.

He said, "Is there a part of suspended animation in your plan?"

Mo Chen froze, no need to answer, his instinctive reaction had already told Fu Chuxi the answer.

Fu Chuxi was furious, and swung his fist violently. Mo Chen closed his eyes and waited, but the fist hit the wooden board next to his ear firmly, with a bang, which made Mo Chen's heart ache.

"I don't care what your plan is, cancel it now! After landing, I will go to Hall Master Ma and ask him to replace the disciples of Suzaku Hall to carry the coffin—"

"Do not."

"What did you say?"

Mo Chen looked into Fu Chuxi's eyes, and said word by word: "Without my permission, Master Ma will not listen to you. Without my permission, you can't go up the mountain either." Mo Chen suppressed his emotions for many days. Spilling a little in front of him, he said softly, "My uncle shouldn't have called you here, he doesn't care about your life, but I can't... Xuan Chu, don't force me... You know that I would rather die than hurt you." Half of you..."

Before Mo Chen finished speaking, Fu Chuxi blocked his lips.

Compared with the last light kiss, this time's kiss was more aggressive. His lips and tongue were hot, which made Mo Chen's mind go blank. It wasn't until the boat gently bumped into the shore that Mo Chen came back to his senses. want to break free.However, Fu Chuxi wrapped his arms around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.

"Island owner, Mr. Fu, arrive—" Xu Xiaoliang lifted the curtain, and when he saw the scene inside, he let go of his hand in fright, and dared to say the following words with his back to the cabin, "arrived..."

Fu Chuxi finally let go of Mo Chen, and Mo Chen struggled to get up, Fu Chuxi reached out to help him up, but did not let him go out, but instead supported his back and hugged him into his arms, whispering in his ear. Said: "Where are you today, I will be there. Otherwise, I will never see you again in this life. Do you hear me?"

It wasn't until Mo Chen nodded slightly that Fu Chuxi let him go.

Fu Chuxi helped Mo Chen ashore, and the coffin-carrying disciples went in to carry the coffin.

Once on the shore, Elder Cui, the manager, and hall masters could only wait at the foot of the mountain, while Mo Chen and Fu Chuxi went up the mountain together with the coffin-carrying disciples.

The mountain road was rugged, Fu Chuxi supported Mo Chen all the time, and the two did not communicate on the road. Only when they entered the tomb on the mountain and the coffin-carrying disciple put the coffin into the sarcophagus, Mo Chen quietly shook Fu Chuxi's hand and whispered: "Don't love to fight."

The lid of the sarcophagus was closed, and Mo Chen and Fu Chuxi stepped forward to pay respects. Before they could get up, the eight coffin-carrying disciples suddenly pulled out their soft swords from their waists and stabbed Mo Chen and Fu Chuxi.