Master, he never speaks

Mu Ling: "Zhu Jixiu is your most beloved disciple, Feng Qiuyu is just an outsider, Frost, although it's not very good for me to say this, but you should be able to understand what I mean."

Zhu Hanshuang pursed his lips. He had read so many medical books, so of course he could understand how powerful the ice poison of Nether Pollen is, but he would not let go of any chance to save Zhu Jixiu.

Mu Ling: "If it continues to drag on, Zhu Jixiu's eyes are really very likely..."

In the middle of Mu Ling's words, he stopped abruptly, and he didn't say the rest, but the meaning... Zhu Hanshuang understood very well.

Mu Ling: "Of course, Frost, don't misunderstand me. I am the suzerain of Destiny Sect. I have to publicize and notarize everything I do. I definitely don't mean to favor any side. So don't think too much about what I just said. .”

Mu Ling looked at Zhu Hanshuang with a sad face, the sadness on his face was real, as if he really felt sorry for Zhu Jixiu, his eyes were stained with worry.

Without getting the answer he wanted from Mu Ling, Zhu Hanshuang clenched his fingers, saluted Mu Ling, then turned and left without hesitation.

Mu Ling: "Tsk, this bad temper is still the same as before."

Mu Ling sat lazily on the stool. He took out a jade pendant from his arms and played with it in his palm. However, as time went by, the expression on his face became more and more strange. In the end it became fierce.

Mu Ling: "Oh, is this your answer?"

Mu Ling exerted a little more strength in the palm of his hand, and a crack appeared on the quaint jade pendant. He was startled, and immediately relaxed his strength, muttering to himself:

Mu Ling: "But what's the use? Do you think you can get rid of me when you die? Impossible, you are my Mu Ling's person in life, and I am Mu Ling's ghost in death."

Mu Ling: "If you really regret it so much, I hate you for being soft-hearted and taking me in. You asked for it yourself. You made me into what I am now."

Mu Ling: "You hate me so much, you shouldn't soften your heart and give me any tenderness."

As Mu Ling was talking, he actually laughed out loud, but the more he laughed, the more stern his eyes became, the whole person tore apart his usual kindness and love of laughing in front of others, and became nervous. Some crazy.

Mu Ling: "The plan I made up alone is still going on. Immediately... immediately you will be resurrected. If this is the case...you will never be able to leave me again."

Mu Ling: "Only the two of us... Yes, that's right... Only the two of us... No one else is allowed to get involved..."

Mu Ling lifted up the jade pendant, and rubbed it on his cheek sickly, his eyes were full of unknown obsession, and every word and every word revealed the abnormal belief of worshiping someone as a god.

Mu Ling: "Immediately... Immediately... Soon... Everything will be soon..."

Mu Ling: "It's cold inside the ice coffin, right? Wait... just wait..."

……

On the other side, Young Master Feng was squatting in a small corner of the herb garden with a slap mark on his face. He had lost his usual arrogance and looked very closed.

Hua Shijing was watering the medicinal herbs, and when she turned her head, she saw Feng Qiuyu's listless appearance. She felt a little funny when she felt distressed, and after putting down the small bucket in her hand, she walked towards Feng Qiuyu, walked to his around.

Hua Shijing straightened her skirt, squatted beside Feng Qiuyu, looked at him with her head tilted, and said softly:

Hua Shijing: "What's the matter, Qiu Yu, is there something unhappy?"

Hearing this, Feng Qiuyu suddenly turned around and hugged Hua Shijing, her whole body was like a wronged little quail, her voice was full of grievances.

Feng Qiuyu: "I was beaten by my father."

Hua Shijing: "??!!!"

When she heard Feng Qiuyu say this, Hua Shijing was startled. You must know that Feng Qiuyu is the little treasure of the Feng family. I can't even bear a strand of hair, let alone hit it with my hands.

Hua Shijing: "What's the matter, what happened?"

This incident seemed to be difficult for Feng Qiuyu, he hugged Hua Shijing for a long time, but Hua Shijing didn't rush him, but patiently patted him on the back with her hand, Waiting for Feng Qiuyu's awkwardness to pass.

After a long time, Young Master Feng was willing to tell Hua Shijing the reason why he was beaten by his father. His voice was very soft, like a mosquito humming, and he said:

Feng Qiuyu: "You know...the matter of Zhu Ji repairing his eyes, right?"

Hearing this, Hua Shijing nodded, as if she had sensed something, she looked at Feng Qiuyu in surprise, she was the person who knew Feng Qiuyu best, she could very keenly sense that something was wrong with Feng Qiuyu's state recently.

Feng Qiuyu: "There are so many people outside who say that Zhu Jixiu's eyes are blind, that God is jealous of talents, and they can say everything. In fact, Zhu Jixiu's eyes... were blinded to save me."

Feng Qiuyu: "Originally... the one who was going to lose his eyes... was me."

As soon as this remark came out, even though Hua Shijing was prepared, she was still taken aback by Feng Qiuyu's words. She opened her eyes in disbelief, and said blankly:

Hua Shijing: "What the hell is... what's going on?"

Feng Qiuyu told Hua Shijing what happened that day, and when she spoke later, her voice became smaller and smaller...it became smaller and smaller, and finally it was almost inaudible.

Feng Qiuyu: "If he hadn't saved me, I would be the one who is blind now."

Feng Qiuyu: "I know that in the Destiny Sect, my reputation is even more disrespected by others. If I am the one who is blind now, those who hate me don't know how they will talk about me behind my back, let alone know How would you laugh at me in your dreams?"

Hua Shijing: "Qiu Yu..."

Feng Qiuyu: "Shouldn't I be happy? I should be happy. In this way, the person who bears these becomes Zhu Jixiu, the person who is scolded becomes Zhu Jixiu, and the person who is ridiculed becomes Zhu Jixiu. Zhu Jixiu, the person who was whispered behind his back also became Zhu Jixiu."

Feng Qiuyu: "And I have nothing to do, and my eyes are not blind. I am still the little son of the Feng family who wants to be courteous. Those who hate me still want to avoid me."

Feng Qiuyu: "Look, these are so perfect, I should have laughed, I should have been secretly happy, but here I am..."

Feng Qiuyu raised his hand and smashed his heart.

Feng Qiuyu: "But here I am, so sad."

Obviously, it should be something to be secretly delighted with, but it is so sad.

Hua Shijing: "You..."

Feng Qiuyu: "Just now, I went to my father and talked about this matter. I said that our Feng family never does such things as owed to others."

Feng Qiuyu: "I said... give Zhu Jixiu my eyes."

What I got was a slap on the face.