I rely on tea and lotus to save Master

"Hey, I'm talking about auntie, what does that idiot Mo Wuya have that is worth your heart and soul? If you come to our Qingxu Sect, why don't you eat and drink for you?"

The Qingxu Menjing Prison is dedicated to detaining high-ranking monks of the Mahayana period and above. Hua Nongying's cultivation base is not very high, but he is unrivaled in the world with witchcraft, and he is also a very dangerous person.

Dong Zhixue was in a hurry, couldn't go up Lengyue Peak, and the Changming restaurant didn't welcome him, and the little lamb at home was also asleep, and couldn't find anything to do, so he thought that there was such an old friend in the mirror prison, Find her to chat.

Hua Nongying was leaning against the corner of the cell, dressed in red like fire, burning silently in the dark place.She looked at the cup full of melon seeds, and her temples couldn't stop twitching: "Master Dong is so elegant, he eats melon seeds and drinks with the prisoners."

"Hey, I'm an ordinary person."

After Hua Nongying heard this, she raised her head with great interest, but her face was still indifferent, Jiaodong Zhixue couldn't see any emotion: "It's no wonder that I can't reach the summit of Lengyue."

Dong Zhixue squeezed the lamb's head in his arms, but said nothing.

"Are you trying to take away the mother Gu from me?" There was a mysterious aura in her voice for no reason, which attracted all people's attention, with a sense of bewitchment and hypnosis, "That one is not in a hurry, you What are you in a hurry for him here?"

"Back then he was merciless when he defeated you. The leader of the No. [-] sect of the Righteous Way was actually defeated by a fledgling casual cultivator. He couldn't even hold his sword steadily when he got off the ring. It's the biggest joke in the world. The devil world is widely circulated, but I have heard it many times."

"The realm of self-cultivation is originally where the weak eat the strong, and the winner is the king. Jian Han was indeed much stronger than me back then. The one who wants to go up is probably you who have already been beaten to the ground."

Hua Nongying sneered: "But aren't you his best friend?"

"It wasn't then."

"It seems that you are willing to be someone else's defeated opponent."

"Happy to be at leisure." Dong Zhixue yawned slowly, and smiled at her, "You are also very happy to be someone else's lackey."

"Everyone has their own aspirations."

"You're going the wrong way."

"Can you be sure that you are walking the right way?" Hua Nongying raised her hand and brushed her long hair hanging from her ears, and the rusty shackles made a loud clang, "What is the difference between the human world and the demon world?" Is it the same? People are like demons, they will come here after all, I'm just a step ahead."

Dong Zhixue slowly restrained her smile.

He tied his hair with a jade crown abnormally today, and the sea-blue ribbon slipped down his snow-white hair, with only a little broken hair in front of his forehead. He looked more energetic than before, not so lazy.

He looked at Hua Nongying fixedly, and frowned a little: "I don't care about your affairs, no matter how much evil you do, you will be dealt with in the end, but today you have entered the door of the mirror prison, and you have to take control of the sword. Han's mother Gu stays."

"What if I say no?" She seemed a little amused, "What can you do to me?"

"Mo Wuya dared to send me here, do you think he sent me to die? Even if he was caught, he naturally had a perfect plan. Master Dong, do you think you have gained the upper hand by imprisoning me? How about Let's try it out...if I get hurt a little bit, what will happen to the one on Lengyue Peak?"

Dong Zhixue's heart trembled, and before he could react, he heard a burst of low laughter, like a ghost, in the mirror prison, mixed with cold and sticky devil's blood, winding in the air.

...

"Master?!"

Wen Yan was showing him the ferocious beast pattern on his body and his smooth and strong muscle lines. It felt a bit strange to be observed carefully. He didn't know whether he should be more shy or more proud, so he saw his master holding his heart and pouring I couldn't help shaking on the couch.

His face was instantly pale, cold sweat slowly seeped from his forehead, and wet his black hair.

"Where is it uncomfortable? Ah? Are you scared?" Wen Yan hurriedly picked him up, "Put on clothes... yes, put on clothes first..."

Gu Jianhan closed his eyes and couldn't speak, his heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe because of the pain even if he moved.He has a very pain-tolerant physique, but this feeling is really no different from cutting a heart.

Wen Yan had just put on his obscene pants when he heard the phone ding-dong.

It's a savior! "Witch Gu master is injured, the mother Gu is damaged accordingly, and the child Gu suffers dozens of times the pain"

Wen Yan's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Short-term treatment of Gu poison stress response: fingertip blood, neck blood, and heart blood can all be used. In special cases, other body fluids are still effective."

Fingertip blood... this is simple.

Wen Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately drew out a spiritual blade and slashed at his fingertips, wrapped his arms around Gu Jianhan's shoulders and hugged him into his arms, wrapped his legs around him, and stuck his bloody fingertips His pale lips.

Gu Jianhan subconsciously put that finger into his mouth, hugged that hand tremblingly and began to suck like a wolf, Wen Yan instinctively felt pain and guilt at the same time.Gu Jianhan's mouth was so warm, soft and wet, and the pain seemed to be a catalyst for some kind of emotion. Before they could react, Wen Yan's fingers were already stirring inside.

"Master..."

From this angle, the master seems to be very small. He is tall, but his frame is small, and he is very pitiful when he is curled up in a ball.Wen Yan hugged him tightly with one hand, rested his forehead on the back of his neck, and sighed deeply.

"I didn't protect you well."

After an unknown amount of time, that fingertip was suddenly licked softly. It was something Wen Yan had tasted many times and would never be forgotten in his entire life. The touch of Gu Jianhan's soft tongue.He slowly opened his eyes, and took a bite on the back of his trembling neck, very lightly, without even leaving a tooth mark.

The blood on his fingertips was licked clean by Gu Jianhan, and the wound opened ferociously, and healed slowly under the treatment of the high-ranking monk's body fluid. time.But he can still bear this level of pain, he has to protect his master, and he is no longer a child.

"Ayan."

Gu Jianhan's eyes were a little absent-minded, he held Wen Yan's hand helplessly, as if he wanted to hold it in his arms, but he was afraid of hurting the wound on his fingertips.

"It doesn't hurt."

He still lied.

Before Gu Jianhan could answer, he said again: "Hua Nongying was injured in the Mirror Prison. I have to go and see. Master, please rest on the couch for a while, okay? When I come back, I will go to Changming Restaurant to bring a box of them." The new pastry I made seems to be called Qi Rong Ou Fu, I passed by last time, and it looked pretty good."

"Do not……"

"I want to eat."

Wen Yan didn't withdraw his hand, and let him hold it, but at the same time, his big, shaggy head was lingering around his neck, biting and licking it again and again.Because he once read a book "The Novice Xiaobai's Guide to Love and Care of Cats" when he had nothing to do, which mentioned that cats can calm down through the breath of their partners when they lack a sense of security.His master's spiritual form is a black-clothed Vatican cat, probably with similar habits.

As he thought about it, Gu Jianhan raised his head and leaned on his shoulder cooperatively, only then did he realize that his master's face was already wet.The pair of blood pupils looked at him without blinking, but their eyes were a little loose. Tears poured out uncontrollably, dizzying their long eyelashes into a thick crow color.

He didn't speak, just let the tears flow like that, Wen Yan couldn't stand it, but knew that it was even more uncomfortable to hold back tears when they were about to flow, and he had to cry hard.

So he patted Gu Jianhan's wet cheek lightly: "Whose kitten is this... crying so sadly, can I hug you, so that others won't bully you."

"Ugh..."

"The skirts are all wet, alas, I may not be able to leave for the time being."

Gu Jianhan hugged his palm with both hands, letting his palm stick to his heart.He heard his weak choked sobs, difficult and sad, intertwined with the gloomy breath exuding from his body into an indescribable pain.

"Don't go..."

"I'm not leaving." Wen Yan always answered quickly at such times, because things might slip to the edge of getting out of control if it's too late, "I'll stay here with you, and I'm not going anywhere."