After dressing as a cultist, I harmed the protagonist group

After all, the inner demon has no entity. Although Zhu Zhizhi can see it, he can't touch it, so of course he missed it.

"Hehehe..." The heart demon covered his lips and smiled, his body was weak and boneless, twisting alluringly.

"Tsk." He was actually provoked by a demon.

Ji Muzhi slowly opened his eyes, but without looking at him, he asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

Zhu Zhizhi replied vaguely: "There is progress, you can rest assured."

Ji Muzhi gave a cold "hmm" and closed his eyes again.

Zhu Zhizhi looked at him for a long time, but he didn't see whether he was more happy for Chu Xingyu now, or more depressed.

... Thinking about Boss Ji's misery.

Zhu Zhizhi thought about it empathically. If he was tortured by these bad things, he would probably have to use all his self-control to keep from going crazy.

The waterfall fell from the cliff, and Ji Muzhi sat on a stone platform with the largest water flow in the middle, letting the water wash over him.

Water flowed through his silver-gray long eyelashes, handsome nose bridge, and red thin lips. Looking through the water curtain, he looked like a sleeping beauty in an ice coffin.The clothes are completely wet, outlining a seductive figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and the complexion is more white and crystal clear in the clear water, like clear and moist jade.

Zhu Zhizhi suddenly remembered that he had peeked at him taking a bath back then.

Not to mention this difficult temper, Ji Muzhi's appearance is really one-on-one.

Ji Muzhi remained motionless on the surface, but his mood was quite disturbed.He couldn't ignore the sight of him looking at him from the side, the annoyance and impatience between his brows resurfaced again, and he frowned and said, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Seeing you suffer, I feel bad." Zhu Zhizhi knelt down beside him.Not interested in getting wet, he released his spiritual energy to isolate the water around him.Through the water curtain, looking at Ji Muzhi's suppressed painful eyes, with a sincere expression, "So I'm here to care for you."

"Why don't you take care of yourself." Ji Muzhi said with dark eyes, "You are not afraid of poisoning yourself if you double cultivate with him?"

Zhu Zhizhi simply explained: "I can force the poison to be digested by the spirit of sweet-scented osmanthus."

"Since he can save Chu Xingyu, he can save you too, but he sees you suffering and refuses to help you." The heart demon came to Ji Muzhi's ear, winking like silk, and whispered softly: "He Willing to take risks for others, but not even willing to get wet for you, he is so ruthless to you, why do you bear it?"

"Look, his brows and eyes are full of spring, like a beauty who has just been moisturized, so suitable for making a furnace."

"It can detoxify and play with it. Wouldn't it be happier than being a fairy? Don't bear it, don't you always want him..."

Inner demons will give birth to the darkest desires in people's hearts and amplify them infinitely. These explicit words have a magical voice, which is extremely confusing.

Anyone who faces such a weird and threatening situation will feel withdrawn.Zhu Zhizhi stayed right in front of him, showing neither fear nor vigilance and disgust, and even asked him with a smile, "Is this what you want?"

He didn't deliberately seduce him, and he was far less seductive than the heart demon, but it made Ji Muzhi's eyes darken, as if some demonic barrier was about to break through the shackles, stretched out its sharp claws, and swept him away.

"So what?" Ji Muzhi warned in a hoarse voice, "If you don't leave, don't leave."

Zhu Zhizhi knew that his sanity had been stretched to the limit.

The inner demon is still spitting out bewitching words, and the red demonic energy soars like a flaming tentacles, which makes people tremble.

"It's not right." Zhu Zhizhi winked at him, "Who said I don't want to get wet with you?"

He suddenly stretched out his hand to hook Ji Muzhi's collar, pulled him towards him, smiled slyly, and fell straight on his back.

Plop!Huge splashes rose from the pool.

When the clothes enter the water, they are like feathers and gauze, fluttering and dancing with the waves.

With red eyes, Ji Muzhi grabbed his wrist and leaned over to bite his lip.

The overly eager kiss brought a sting.Zhu Zhizhi resisted the desire to frown, his voice softened as much as possible, and said via voice transmission: "Did I tell you that your eyes are beautiful?" He raised his free hand and gently touched Ji Muzhi's eyes.

Ji Muzhi was slightly taken aback.

Since his birth, these eyes have been regarded as evil by his relatives, so when he suffered all kinds of pain, he might not have thought of resentment towards them.

The congenital spiritual eyes are like the eyes of ghosts and ghosts, they can spy out the weak points of spiritual energy in other people, even Ji Lansu will feel insecure and trembling when faced with this too bewitching pupil color.

Although he had already reconciled with himself after he matured, and he would not care about other people's strange eyes, but the memory brought to him by these eyes is not good.

But now, the person in front of him curved his eyebrows and told him gently: he likes his eyes.

Ji Muzhi's light-colored eyes became clearer and lighter at the bottom of the water, carrying too turbulent emotions, and became dim and unclear.

What responded to the other party was an even more intense kiss.

His eyes suddenly went dark, and Zhu Zhizhi's slender fingers covered his eyes.

His sound transmission was pressed into a line, light and soft, with a charm that could soothe people's souls, "...Since you like me, don't resist me."

The powerful spiritual consciousness spread out, and under Ji Muzhi's trust, it invaded his sea of ​​consciousness without hindrance.

Ji Muzhi gradually loosened his grip on his hand.

Beside him, the red demonic energy entwined by the inner demons seemed to be restrained one by one, and the movement of opening teeth and claws slowed down, as if being paralyzed.

Carrying Ji Muzhi, who was fascinated by his illusion, to the shore, Zhu Zhizhi raised the corners of his lips, "Hmph. I'm only an illusionist, can I be played by a demon?"

……

Ji Muzhi had a long, almost chaotic dream.

After waking up, the brocade covering his eyes fell off as he got up.

Holding the brocade in his hand, he was still immersed in the excellent experience just now, and was a little absent-minded.

"Are you more comfortable?" Zhu Zhizhi's smiling voice came.

Ji Muzhi's eyes flashed, and his eyes shot at him like lightning, "You fooled me with illusion?!"

Zhu Zhizhi didn't allow him to erase his contribution so easily, "How can it be called a fool. It's very troublesome, okay?"

"Besides, it doesn't matter if it's an illusion, as long as you feel comfortable."

This method can temporarily appease his inner demons. Although it treats the symptoms but not the root cause, it can make him less painful.

Once the desire that has been suppressed for a long time is channeled, it is like a flood flooding the sluice, surging and turbulent, and the joy is unspeakable.The long-lost relaxation made Ji Muzhi sit in place for a long time, and for a moment he couldn't bear to feel this way.

But he couldn't accept Zhu Zhizhi's different treatment, and he couldn't get rid of his jealousy, "You can save Chu Xingyu, but you can't save me?"

Zhu Zhizhi looked at his complex expression of displeasure and joy, and smiled, "Please, with your current situation, I wouldn't dare to fight in person even if I wanted to." Of course, he didn't want to either.But I won't say this to provoke Ji Muzhi.

He pretended to be afraid and hugged himself by the shoulders, "Who knows how much you will go too far, and I can't beat you, what should I do if I am disabled by you?"

Ji Muzhi looked at him for a long time, his gloomy expression finally dissipated, and he snorted.

Due to the influence of the illusion, his lips were extraordinarily bright red, like a satiated vampire, still unfinished, but no longer tyrannical, and restored the original elegance and looseness.

He chuckled and said, "You're right."

"... very happy."

Although it was an illusion, Zhu Zhizhi's strength woven it into an incomparably real memory.

There, this slippery little fox is as docile as a demon, letting him get whatever he wants, but much more colorful and bright.

Affected by the inner demon, it is indeed difficult for him to control himself.If it really happened... At this time, this daring little liar has probably been scared away by those excessive desires.

So Ji Muzhi straightforwardly asked for such treatment to be repeated several times.

Zhu Zhizhi: "..."

The person in front of him is the only one who can resist his illusion, but he even asks to be blindfolded to be confused by him.

...Well, who told him to move the Young Master's treasury.

-

Chu Xingyu is a golden spirit root, suitable for a white tiger, has a god beast to recognize its master, his strength has improved to a higher level, and the vitality consumed by vomiting blood before has also been replenished.

"Master Beauty!" Bai Hu rushed forward excitedly when he saw him.

Zhu Zhizhi: "Why do you still call me master?"

Bai Hu laughed and said: "You have double cultivated with my master, of course you are also my master!"

"Little Bai!" Chu Xingyu shouted in a low voice.

"He's shy, please comfort him, beauty master, I won't bother you anymore." Bai Hu finished speaking quietly, and ran out quickly.

Chu Xingyu sat on the bed with his head almost down to his chest, not daring to look up at him.

Even if he couldn't see his expression, Zhu Zhizhi knew how much he should blame himself at this time. This innocent child probably felt offended him, and wished he could die to apologize.

Chu Xingyu heard a soft sigh.

He panicked even more, and whispered: "I know, if you blame me..."

"Of course I blame you."

Chu Xingyu choked for breath, and grabbed the clothes on his chest in pain.

Zhu Zhizhi didn't dare to tease him anymore, and he would suffer again if he vomited blood.Immediately, the voice changed, and he said with a smile: "I blame you for vomiting blood all over me."

"The tent of a good romantic mandarin duck is stained with blood, won't it leave a psychological shadow next time?"

Chu Xingyu looked up eagerly, "Next time...?"

Zhu Zhizhi hooked his chin, "Hey, next time you move less, I won't blame you."

Chu Xingyu met his eyes, blushed, and all that memory came back to his mind.

However, he thought that Zhu Zhizhi was detoxifying himself, and immediately his face turned pale again, his lips were tightly pursed, and he shook his head firmly, "I can't hurt you!"

"I don't even hurt, it won't hurt me." Zhu Zhizhi comforted him in a warm voice.

Actually it still hurts a bit.When the poison entered his body, he would feel a bit of pain, but before he was deeply affected, the spirit of sweet-scented osmanthus would absorb it.

Of course he wouldn't say it out, he knew that Chu Xingyu would rather die than hurt him, knowing this would make him feel even more guilty.

With Zhu Zhizhi's repeated confirmation, Chu Xingyu's knot in his heart was finally untied.

Wei Wei is relieved, the memories that were thrown out of her mind earlier all come back.

When he was poisoned, he was dazed. He thought it was the favor of the gods before he died, and he gave him a good meal.Those evocative pictures stubbornly lingered in his mind, gradually overlapping with the person in front of him, making him want to take a closer look at Zhu Zhizhi, but he didn't dare to look at him, as if he had been thrown into a furnace, and he couldn't sit still.

Fortunately, Zhu Zhizhi no longer sat by the bed watching him, got up and went out.Chu Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed.

After a while, a large bathtub was brought in.

In the steaming steam, Zhu Zhizhi sprinkled many medicinal herbs and spiritual herbs into it.She smiled at him and said, "Let's take a medicinal bath."

This is the prescription that Mu Han gave Yan Hexi back then, it can nourish Qi and blood.

Chu Xingyu froze like a goose.

Zhu Zhizhi endured Jun, "Do you want me to help you undress?"

Before Chu Xingyu could answer, a voice from the door barged in unceremoniously. "He was poisoned, not broken."

Ji Muzhi leaned his chest against the door frame, squinted at Chu Xingyu, and said "Tsk", "Don't move by yourself, do you want your cousin to serve you in person?"

作者有话要说：姬老板（撩袖子）：臭小子，我给你脱衣服？感谢在2021-08-0900:08:54~2021-08-0923:31:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 480941831;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 in Qing Dynasty;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Yuyuan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!