Every day with the protagonist, I lose my morals

Shen Mojue lay down and got into the quilt. After a while, the little squirrel Mao Mao sneaked into the quilt by looking at a crack, and crawled into his arms in an instant.

Shen Mojue was taken aback, grabbed the silver-gray little guy in front of his eyes, and asked Lang Yanshu: "By the way, Brother Lang, how did you make a contract with this guy?"

Mao Mao screamed excitedly, danced and danced, and seemed to be telling him what to do, but it was a pity that Shen Mojue couldn't understand a word.

"The blood is united, and I swear to the demon." Lang Yanshu took out a jade slip and handed it to Shen Mojue, "First record the content of the contract you want to make with it."

Shen Mojue struggled: "But I can't think it through for a while."

"I'll record a template for you," Lang Yan said.

Shen Mojue nodded.

After a while, Lang Yanshu handed him the recorded jade slip: "Drip into your blood."

Shen Mojue was in a dilemma: "Do you really want to shed your own blood?"

Lang Yanshu nodded.

Shen Mojue hesitated.

Maomao sat on the quilt, raised her paw, and squeaked at him twice.

Shen Mojue stretched out a finger and asked, "Is there a needle?"

Lang Yan said: "Use a dagger."

"The wound cut by the dagger was too deep, and the bleeding couldn't stop. It's better to need a needle, just make a hole."

"Are you afraid of pain?" Lang Yanshu laughed.

"I'm afraid of losing blood." Shen Mojue looked up at the sky.

Lang Yanshu was helpless, and handed him a silver needle.Shen Mojue held the silver needle in front of his eyes, stretched out his finger, pricked a hole, squeezed, but there was not a drop of blood.I squeezed again, but still nothing.

fall!

Shen Mojue was frantic, looking depressedly at the hole on his finger, it was shallow, and the skin had just been torn.

Lang Yan couldn't read the book anymore, so he snatched his silver needle, grabbed his hand, pinched his fingers and was about to prick.

"Wait, wait!" Shen Mojue turned pale with shock, and flicked his fingers desperately, but it's a pity that with his strength, he couldn't fight Lang Yanshu at all.

Lang Yanshu calmly pinched his finger and poked a hole with a silver needle, as if he was calm in the wind and rain.A tingling sensation came from his fingers, and Shen Mojue howled like a little wolf.

Seeing him like that, Lang Yanshu thought it was funny, squeezed his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood into the jade slip, then handed the jade slip to the little squirrel Mao Mao.

Shen Mojue's hair was messed up, looking at the hole on his finger, there was another drop of blood. It was bright red and pretty, but it was a pity that it came out. He was a little anemic.

"Stop the bleeding." He reminded Lang Yanshu.

Lang Yanshu glanced at him, then suddenly pinched his fingers and put them in his mouth.

Shen Mojue was startled when his fingers were suddenly wrapped by the hot and moist mouth, and subconsciously wanted to struggle, but his fingers were in Lang Yanshu's hands.He licked the hole with his tongue, sucking blood.

Shen Mojue trembled, his face slowly turned red, as if he had been steamed by heat, his whole body was filled with dry heat.

If it goes on like this, something will happen.A voice from the bottom of my heart said this, Shen Mojue suddenly withdrew his finger, wiped it on his body, and whispered: "Okay."

His face was red, getting hotter and hotter, revealing a guilty conscience.

Lang Yanshu looked down at him, Shen Mojue lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to look into his eyes.

The little squirrel Mao Mao held the jade slip and raised his head, his eyes turned back and forth on the two of them, revealing a light of incomprehension.It bit its finger, read the content of the contract, completed the last step of signing the contract, stuffed the jade slips into Shen Mojue's hand in a fawning manner, and rolled on the bed to beg for a reward.

Shen Mojue handed the plate with Yunpian Cake to it to hide his unease.

Lang Yanshu didn't see his discomfort, it's just that the brat is different from himself, he doesn't seem to be able to accept being with a man, this has to be done slowly.

He rubbed Shen Mojue's messy hair, and said in a gentle voice: "You continue to sleep, I'll go back first, I live next door to you, call me if you need something."

Shen Mojue responded in a low voice, feeling quite embarrassed.

When Lang Yanshu opened the door and left, he turned his head and took a quick look at the door, making sure that the person would not come back again. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the bed in a large font, covered his hot cheeks with his hands, and felt Thinking, how could he blush to such a virtue when facing the Langyan book!What a shame!How can you dominate the world of cultivating immortals in the future!

Alas, Mr. Backer is also quite wrong. He first asked him what he thinks about liking men, and then he did such strange things to him.

Could it be that the person Boss Lang likes is himself?

Frightened by this horrifying thought, Shen Mojue sat up abruptly, picked up Mao Mao, looked at it for a moment, and asked, "Do you think Brother Lang will like me?"

Maomao shook his head.

"Hey, I don't think so either." Shen Mojue put it down and touched his wrinkled face.

Not to mention that his original appearance is not outstanding in this world full of handsome men and beautiful women, and now he has been burned into a red-faced monster. If Boss Lang falls in love with him at this time, either there is something wrong with his eyes, or Something is wrong with my brain.

Maomao rubbed against his shoulder, and stretched out his claws to hammer his shoulder.

Shen Mojue was overjoyed, and pinched its little paw: "I didn't expect you to be so spiritual."

Maomao shook his head triumphantly.

Shen Mojue stretched out her feet shamelessly: "My feet are itchy, scratch them for me."

Suddenly a silver light flashed in front of his eyes, it was Mao Mao who was in front of him disappeared.There was a creaking sound from the window, and Mao Mao's figure disappeared under the moonlight, running fast.

Shen Mojue was stunned by the speed at which it escaped. Even when he faced the big devil Ji Liushang before, he had never seen this snack run so fast.

He smiled.

***

In the morning of the next day, Shen Mojue sneaked out of the room wrapped in a cloak, and before taking two steps, a voice came from behind: "Xiaojue."

Shen Mojue breathed a sigh of relief, and patted himself on the chest. Fortunately, it wasn't Goddess Lu.Now that I have become a red-faced monster, how can I gain favor in front of the goddess in the future, fall!

Lang Yanshu walked up to him, saw that his head was hanging down like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, he couldn't help laughing: "What's the matter?"

Shen Mojue hesitated: "Lu Yueli really wants to go with us?"

"Aren't you happy?"

Happy is happy, at the beginning when he heard Lu Yueli walking with him, he danced happily, but after seeing the red-faced monster in the mirror, he fainted.

It would be bad if it scares the goddess.

Shen Mojue looked up, and asked tentatively, "Miss Lu, does she know what I look like now?"

Lang Yanshu said: "Back when I carried you from the mountain gate to the main hall, not to mention Miss Lu, everyone in the Zixiao faction has seen you."

Shen Mojue: "..." Boss, at least find a cloth to cover my face!

He tore off the cloak from his body. It turned out that everyone had seen it, and if they knew it, they would not cover it up, which made him sweat profusely from the heat.

Lang Yanshu just smiled, took him to the square, bid farewell to the head, and boarded the flying boat.

Shen Mojue followed behind him, and caught sight of Lu Yueli standing on the flying boat.

The goddess haunts, level one alert!

Shen Mojue immediately went into a state of full alert. In Lang Yanshu's eyes, he looked like a little wolf who suddenly saw the prey but couldn't get it. It was really irritating and funny.

"Miss Lu." Out of politeness, Lang Yanshu greeted Lu Yueli.

Lu Yueli nodded slightly, her usually cold face remained unchanged, and her white clothes were blown away by the wind.

Shen Mojue's eyes were fixed on her all the time, Lu Yueli glanced at him indifferently, then turned and walked towards the front of the flying boat.

The body of the boat passed through the clouds, and the gust of wind rushed towards it.Shen Mojue sat on the edge of the flying boat, staring at Lu Yueli's back with staring eyes.

Lang Yanshu came over, put his hand on his shoulder, and whispered: "It's windy outside, go sit inside."

"Boss, how do you think you can please a girl?" It seemed that he was born to be at odds with women. When Si Tian broke up with him, he scolded him, saying that he was really blind, and Shen Mojue also felt that he Being able to catch up with Si Tian is simply shit luck, and it turns out that shit luck has a time limit.

Lang Yanshu paused, but did not speak.

Shen Mojue sighed for a while, took out Mao Mao hidden in his clothes, tugged at its ears, and asked, "Do you have any good suggestions?"

The little guy tilted his head and made a drooling motion.

"Good way!" Shen Mojue's eyes lit up, "I never thought that if you want to capture the goddess' heart, you must first capture the goddess' stomach."

Haha, food, no, goddess, here I come!

Lang Yanshu: "..."

Shen Mojue was complacent, and was about to click on the food system to cook a big meal for the goddess. The so-called extreme joy begets sorrow, when suddenly a sharp pain as if being burned by a fire came from his dantian, and Shen Mojue only had time to say one word: "Lang..."

Then he fell headlong into Lang Yanshu's arms.

Lang Yanshu quickly reached out to support him, only to feel that his body was like a blazing furnace, which was astonishingly hot.

He first used spiritual power to protect his dantian, released his consciousness, and found that the frozen red flame heart was spinning at a high speed, and the mysterious ice that originally wrapped it was shattered little by little, turning into a cloud of water vapor.

Lang Yan wrote solemnly to output spiritual power, trying to seal the heart of Chi Yan again, but the heart of Chi Yan seemed to sense the danger, and the power released this time was much more than the previous few times. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his face, and his face turned pale.

Shen Mojue, who was lying limp in his arms, was flushed, trembling, grabbing the hem of his clothes and unconsciously ripping around, screaming out pain, every word almost tearing Lang Yanshu's heart.

"Xiao Jue, hold on." Lang Yanshu said in a hoarse voice, the hands holding him couldn't help tightening, and more spiritual power was sent out.

Suddenly a figure passed by, but it was Lu Yueli who heard the movement. She squatted beside the two of them without saying a word, grabbed Shen Mojue's hand, and poured out a stream of spiritual power that was as clear as water, and slowly sank into it. In Shen Mojue's dantian, he moved towards Chi Yan's heart.

The heart of the red flame, which was very irritable, calmed down, wrapped and comforted by this spiritual power, gradually restrained the flames, and returned to the red fruit shape.

Shen Mojue stopped screaming, and the expression on his face eased. He lay in Lang Yanshu's arms, his eyelashes trembling, as if he was asleep.