Every day with the protagonist, I lose my morals

Shen Mojue sniffed: "What a strong fragrance, where did it come from?"

"What scent?"

"It's a very fragrant fragrance, probably the fragrance of flowers." Shen Mojue looked at him suspiciously, "Can't you smell it?"

Lang Yanshu shook his head and said, "Could it be that what you smell is the fragrance of snow lotus?"

"Snow lotus? Is that the thing that breeds snow spirit?"

"Xue Po is the soul of Xuelian, but it doesn't have any fragrance." Lang Yanshu gave him a strange look.

"Obviously there is!" Shen Mojue sniffed vigorously, "That's the smell, it's very fragrant!"

"Okay, stop making trouble." Lang Yanshu poured the powder on his wound, and he shivered in pain.

Seeing that his whole face was distorted, Lang Yanshu frowned, and moved a little more gently, shaking the medicine powder in the bottle and sprinkled it on his wound.

Shen Mojue's body was covered with cold sweat, in order to divert his attention, he decided to stare at Lang Yanshu's face.

Lang Yanshu's side face is pretty, the more he looks at it, the more he envies and hates him, and when he thinks about his current red face, Shen Mojue almost wants to hit the wall.

"By the way, Brother Lang, where is Snow Wolf?"

"Killed." Lang Yanshu stared at his wound closely, with a knot between his brows. Spiritual power cannot be used here. The brat's wound will take about ten days and a half months to heal. Fortunately, the snow Wolf teeth are not poisonous.

Shen Mojue expressed his regret for not seeing his backer heroically kill the wolf.

Lang Yanshu smiled: "If you saw it, you probably wouldn't be so close to me now." After speaking, his eyes darkened.

At the end of that day's killing, his eyes were almost red with blood. More snow wolves rushed towards them, and they all turned into souls under his sword. It was dyed blood red, and the messy limbs of the snow wolf were all over the place. He carried Shen Mojue on his back like that, stepped over the snow wolf's body step by step, and finally stopped, bent over and picked up the one that was bitten by the brat. Now the sweet potato was covered with blood, he didn't know why he picked up that sweet potato, he stared at the sweet potato for a long time, and finally showed a weird smile.

The stinky boy will always make some unexpected moves, which make him at a loss and move him.

Lang Yanshu's eyes softened a little, took out the gauze, and gently tied up his wound.

The strange floral fragrance wafted to Shen Mojue's nose again, and Shen Mojue sniffed, feeling that the strong floral fragrance was a bit choking.

***

The sky was getting late, there was no moon in the night, and the weather was very cold. There was heavy snow outside, and the endless white snow reflected white light.

A bonfire was born in the cave, and the flames danced restlessly. Outside the cave, the north wind howled, but inside the cave was very warm.

The three of them simply spread the snow fur on the flat ground. Lang Yanshu and Lu Yueli didn't care. Shen Mojue was seriously injured and lost too much blood, so he felt cold easily, so the snow fur almost covered him alone.

Lu Yueli was a woman, and to avoid suspicion, she slept a little further away from the two of them, quietly sitting at the other end of the bonfire and meditating.

Shen Mojue actually wanted to put a dress on the goddess, but unfortunately he was so injured that he couldn't move, so he could only nest beside Lang Yanshu bitterly, imagining in his mind what the goddess would look like when she received his clothes.

You don't need to think about it, but you know that the goddess must be very polite to reject him.

The pink bubbles in Shen Mojue's head shattered to the ground.

In the middle of the night, the bonfire gradually extinguished, and Shen Mojue, who was sleeping, planned to turn over and crushed the wound, and instantly woke up in pain, baring his teeth and almost screaming.

There was a furry guy in his arms, and when he looked down, it was a silver-gray Chewy Mouse.Holding his heart like this is very warm, but other places are a bit cold, such as feet.

I can't move my arms, but I can move my feet.Shen Mojue rubbed his feet together, hoping to make them feel warm, but it turned out that he was too naive.

My feet are almost freezing. If I can really generate heat by friction in the winter, then I need a hot water bottle and an electric heater.

After a while, it was too cold, Shen Mojue discussed with Maomao: "Snack, go sleep at my feet."

Mao Mao was pushed by him, rubbed his eyes, looked at him with foggy eyes, heard his words clearly, and decisively got back into the spirit beast bag.

Shen Mojue: "..." Hey, hey, we haven't said the conditions yet, can we exchange food?

Mao Mao poked his head out of the bag, covered his nose with his little paws, and shook his head.

Shen Mojue stared, and whispered: "Is it really that smelly? I tell you that if you slander my reputation again, you won't be given food."

Mao Mao’s eyes blinked, they were watery, glowing with moist light, looked at him pitifully, and squeaked twice, expressing that if he didn’t eat, he would starve to death, and he would never be able to experience the taste of being full for the rest of his life What a pity!

Shen Mojue: "..."

In the end, Shen Mojue shamelessly glanced at Lang Yanshu who was sleeping with his clothes on beside him, and then quietly stretched out his feet.

The place on the stomach should be the softest and warmest place. Shen Mojue took a sneak peek at the Langyan book to make sure that he was fast asleep, and Lu Yueli at the other end of the bonfire had also settled down. In my arms, even though I was wearing clothes, I still felt very warm.

Shen Mojue sighed comfortably, and secretly prayed that Lang Yanshu would not wake up before he warmed his feet. He stretched out his other foot cheekily and put it into Lang Yanshu's arms.

Shen Mojue squinted his eyes, only feeling the warm heat penetrate into the soles of his feet, and he was enjoying it leisurely, when suddenly a warm hand grasped the soles of his feet.

Shen Mojue was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and met Lang Yanshu's smiling eyes.

Shen Mojue's face turned red. Fortunately, he had a red face, so there was nothing unusual about it.

"What is Xiaojue doing?" Lang Yanshu looked into his eyes with a smile, and said slowly and softly.

No matter how thick-skinned Shen Mojue was, he felt a little embarrassed. He tried to retract his foot but was held tightly by Lang Yanshu.

"Brother Lang." Shen Mojue called out in a low voice, embarrassing.If you get caught doing something bad, you can lose face.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Lang Yanshu persevered, looking at him deeply, with warmth on his lips.

Like a frightened kitten, Shen Mojue looked at him bitterly, and apologized: "I was wrong."

"No, you're right." Lang Yanshu gently rubbed the soles of his feet with his palms, and the continuous warmth rubbed against his cold soles. Shen Mojue only felt hot all over his body, as if soaked in hot water.

"Still cold?" he asked.

It's warm, but it's strange that a man's feet are held in his hands. Shen Mojue turned to look at Lu Yueli, making sure that she didn't notice the little movements of the two of them. He breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and reminded him: "That...Maomao said my feet stink. coming."

Langyan Shuxiao: "It's not that it thinks your feet are smelly, it's just that Chichecha has a natural hostility to human feet."

"There is such a reason." Shen Mojue said that he had never heard of it and was shocked.

Lang Yanshu picked up Xueqiu and covered his feet. After covering his feet for a while, Shen Mojue felt that the soles of his feet began to heat up, even sweating.

He moved and said, "Brother Lang, it's all right, I, I'm not cold anymore."

Lang Yanshu glanced at him, let go of him, and wrapped his whole body in Xueqiu, but avoided his wound very intimately, and whispered: "Sleep, it won't be cold anymore .”

Shen Mojue turned his head to glance at the sky outside the cave, it was pitch black, the snow was light and cold, and the north wind was blowing.

He suddenly turned his head and buried his head in Lang Yanshu's arms, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

He refused to admit that he felt homesick for just a moment, even though there was no home for him in the modern world.

Lang Yanshu smoothed his messy hair, looked at the wind and snow outside the cave, and smiled suddenly.

***

The next morning, when Shen Mojue woke up from his sleep, he saw Lang Yanshu and Lu Yueli sitting in front of the fire, grilling meat, talking and laughing.Shen Mojue rubbed her eyes vigorously, to make sure that she was not mistaken, and there was a slight smile on the lips of Goddess Lu who always had only one expression.

A gust of spring breeze suddenly blows from the seemingly calm lake. Although it is no longer quiet, it is vivid and charming, breathtaking.

Shen Mojue stared blankly at her face, his eyes seemed to be dazed.

Lang Yanshu noticed his gaze, noticed the obsession in his eyes, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he lowered his eyelids silently. After a while, he raised his head, and the light in his eyes had returned to normal.

He took a deep breath, walked towards Shen Mojue, and said softly, "Woke up so early? Why don't you sleep for a while?"

Shen Mojue turned his gaze back, and replied, "Woke up from hunger."

Lang Yan Shudao looked back at the barbecue on the shelf: "You can eat it in a while."

"What kind of meat is that? It smells so good." Shen Mojue took a deep breath.

"It's the meat of the snow wolf, and there are some bones. We plan to make some bone soup for you to nourish your body."

Shen Mojue's heart warmed up: "Thank you, Brother Lang."

Lang Yanshu helped him up, picked up the pot of water that was placed by the fire, and said to him, "Wash first."

Shen Mojue nodded, one arm could not move, only the other was left, and Lang Yanshu was helping him twist the veil.

After Shen Mojue wiped his face, Lang Yanshu poured him another bowl of water: "Drink some water to moisten your throat first."

Shen Mojue squatted by the fire to enjoy the fire, raised his eyes just in time to see a budding snow lotus on the top of the mountain opposite the entrance of the cave, swaying in the snow light.

Lang Yanshu handed the barbecue to Shen Mojue, Shen Mojue thanked him, sat down, and saw Lu Yueli eating in small bites, he couldn't help being taken aback.

The goddess is a little abnormal today!

Lang Yanshu saw his doubts, and explained: "Bigu Pills are running out, and there are still many days before the snow lotus blooms, so I can only save a little for the time being."

Shen Mojue glanced at Lu Yueli, and then read Langyan's book: "What were Brother Lang and Miss Lu talking about so happy just now?"

"Let's chat casually. Miss Lu is a very easy-going person. I was able to escape from the siege of the snow wolf this time, thanks to Miss Lu."

Shen Mojue smiled a bit uncomfortable: "Brother Lang seems to have a crush on Miss Lu?"

Lu Yueli glanced at them, then lowered her head and gnawed on the barbecue.

Lang Yanshu just smiled, picked up the jar that held the water before, and said to him, "I'm going out to collect some snow water."

Lu Yueli stood up suddenly: "I'll go too."

Lang Yanshu stood there waiting for her, and the two left side by side after a while.

Shen Mojue stared blankly at the entrance of the cave, watching the two people drift away in the snow with their robes fluttering.