[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

He had already guessed a bit, and smiled angrily: "You are really a person who repays your kindness. I shouldn't worry about you bastard!" He said and walked away.

Jiang Wuyuan didn't stop him, but just said softly when he rushed out the door: "Don't worry about me."

Mu Jie who walked to the door froze, sneered, and continued walking without looking back.Ke Mujie just stepped out, slammed the door hard, took a deep breath and was about to leave, when he heard a clear voice from the right:

"Senior, stop."

Mu Jie stopped and turned his head. It was the person in the room just now, Fang Mushi's younger brother.

When Mu Jie saw him, he thought of Qing Lingjun who looked almost exactly like him, but he was much more calm and calm than that indifferent senior sister, so he immediately looked unhappy, and said, "What are you doing?"

Fang Muyu made a bow, respectfully said: "Senior, is that person... my teacher... Jiang Wuyuan's friend?"

Fang Muyu changed a few names in embarrassment, but they all felt inappropriate, so in the end he could only call him that.

"Heh." Mu Jie's eyes were very cold, he was just friends with Jiang Wuyuan, and no one else had anything to do with him: "Yes, how?"

Fang Muyu made a deeper bow and lowered his head: "I dare not, it's just that the junior wants to ask the senior some questions."

He remembered very clearly that the "body" mentioned by the third uncle on the day they left, Jiang Wuyuan's body must have something to do with his cultivation, that is to say, it has something to do with the truth of the great battle eight years ago, what happened, He must find out.

"Ok?"

"How... how is his body?"

Mu Jie didn't expect him to ask this question, so his interest suddenly disappeared, and he snorted: "You can feel his pulse and you'll know. Are you all right? I'm leaving."

Fang Muyu straightened up behind his handsome back, turned her head to look at the closed door of Jiang Wuren's room, walked to the door hesitantly, raised her hand but did not knock on the door for a long time, finally sighed, put down Hand, went back to his room, and gently closed the door.

The bright moon hangs high outside the window, and there are only a few sparse chirping of insects and birds in the quiet suburbs, casting a bright and clean scene in the lonely place. The shadows of the barren grass are faintly reflected on the pale wall due to the moonlight. Blowing out the candles all night through the half-closed windows.

The next day, early in the morning.

Jiang Wuyuan lay in his clothes all night, but still went out with dark circles under his eyes. He looked very haggard, while Fang Muyu stayed up all night, staring at the top of the bed until dawn.

The two have different thoughts, and it is unknown which is more important.

"Apprentice, are you awake? We are going to the next place." Jiang Wuchen leaned against the door of Fang Muyu's room, yawning.

"Where are you going?" Fang Muyu was already fully dressed after opening the door.

"Wanxi Town."

It's not that there is any mission in Wanxi Town, Jiang Wuyuan has already reported to the head what happened in that village, and now going to Wanxi Town is just a small selfishness, fortunately the head agreed to go out for a few more days.

Although Jiang Wuyuan subconsciously felt that the matter of the Demon Cult was not over yet, he still chose to be a monk and beat the clock for a day, and he could live a day.

It's not a big deal anyway.

Wanxi Town is the most lively and bustling town among the many small towns at the foot of the mountain. Before Jiang Wuyuan saw that Fang Muyu was interested in the Huayuan Festival here, he wanted to bring him over to have a look.

Wanxi Town was indeed larger and more lively than the towns I had seen before. Fang Muyu was full of doubts, not knowing what to do here.

Jiang Wuyuan got off his horse at the entrance of the town, and pulled Fang Muyu's sleeve into the town without any explanation.

"You...let me go."

"Don't move, there are so many people, if you lose your teacher, how will you explain to your sister?"

"Then I too..."

"Are you weak?"

"……No."

"Then listen to the teacher."

"..."

Jiang Wuyuan gave a smirk, but just grabbed his sleeve and didn't take any further steps.

"Boss, how much is this sugar man?"

Seeing the extraordinary looks of the two, the merchant thought they were everyone's young masters, so he smiled flatteringly and said, "My lord, the sugar man is one or two silver coins each, and I can make it according to your appearance."

"Oh? Is that so amazing? Come two, one pinch him, the other pinch me." Jiang Wuyuan waved his hand, and the vendor immediately nodded and began to move.

A moment later, two lifelike sugar figures appeared in Jiang Wuyu's palm, one with a smile on his face, and the other with a calm face. Jiang Wuyu couldn't help laughing when he looked at it, and put one in Fang Muyu's hand.

"I'll give this to you as a teacher, hahaha, apprentice, your expression...hahahahahaha, it's so funny."

Fang Muyu looked at the mentally handicapped expression on his face, not knowing where his smile was at all, looked down carefully, and found that this sugar man had portrayed Jiang Wuren's smirk so vividly, it was simply himself.

It was like this along the way, Fang Muyu didn't know why Jiang Wuchen had so much money, he would give it to a sugar man, a pastry, and a jade pendant that looked pretty good.

His mouth was forced to never stop—he kept eating.

It's not good if you don't eat.

Thinking of Mu Jie's words, Fang Muyu touched Jiang Wuyuan's pulse inadvertently.

Then he stopped abruptly.

The crowd was moving, and the noisy voice was like a spell in his mind, making his mind go blank. The crowd's noisy voice was buzzing in his ears. Fang Muyu was like a rock, becoming the only statue in the tide.

Jiang Wuyuan didn't feel anything wrong with him yet, there were more and more people between the two of them, Fang Muyu could only vaguely see the man's blue coat and jet-black long hair, and they were gradually buried by the crowd.

There are only two words to describe that figure——

lonely.

He seems to have always been alone, no matter whether he was beautiful and cold like a lotus before, or his temperament has changed drastically to play games in the world, he is like this now, neither accepting nor being accepted by people.

Fang Muyu's eyes were round, and he couldn't hold back his shock.

! !

how so!

What happened eight years ago? !

What the hell is he hiding!

"What's the matter, what do you want?"

Jiang Wuyuan felt his hand loosen, and thought that his apprentice was looking at something, and turned around to ask with a smile, but saw the other party's unbelievable expression.

"Huh? Disciple?"

Fang Muyu only felt that his throat was so dry that it hurt, and he couldn't believe what he asked, and was extremely hoarse:

"Why do you... have no heartbeat?"

! !

"..."

"say something!"

"As a teacher..." Jiang Wuyuan lowered his eyes: "As a teacher, you can't say that."

It was no longer the freshness that had the cheek to ask him to call him master. Fang Muyu saw him like this, and felt an inexplicable anger in his heart. He walked up to him and grabbed his wrist without saying a word.

"You have to explain it clearly to me, otherwise don't want me to call you master."