Every day with the protagonist, I lose my morals

Chichishu Maomao stretched his waist, crawled out of the spirit beast bag, and jumped to Shen Mojue's side, biting his tender paw with his teeth, and looked at Shen Mojue eagerly.

Shen Mojue tore a large piece of barbecue for it, and Mao Mao happily hugged the barbecue, sat by the fire and gnawed happily with two rows of dense teeth.

Shen Mojue was thinking about Lang Yanshu and Lu Yueli. After eating the barbecue, he walked cautiously to the entrance of the cave. He saw Lang Yanshu and Lu Yueli collecting snow water at the foot of the opposite mountain.

Suddenly, a strong and strange fragrance wafted to Shen Mojue's nose. Shen Mojue felt that his whole body was floating, and he wrinkled his nose a little uncomfortable. Being together, the intimacy made Shen Mojue feel a little jealous deep in his heart.

How can you be jealous of Brother Lang?

Shen Mojue despises himself like this very much. Today's Lang Yanshu is not only his backer, but also his savior. He, Shen Mojue, must never be a villain who will repay kindness and revenge.

Yes, there can be no envy.

Lang Yanshu said that he likes men, so it is impossible for him to have feelings for Lu Yueli.

He clenched his fists secretly, thinking to himself, he must believe in Langyanshu.

Lu Yueli on the opposite side suddenly slipped and fell into Lang Yanshu's arms for some reason.Lang Yanshu's arms were around her waist, and his eyes met Lu Yueli's. Both of them seemed to be stunned, staring blankly at each other.

In the end, Lu Yueli broke free from Lang Yanshu's arms in a panic, turned around and ran, ran a few steps, then stopped suddenly, and looked back at him.

Lang Yanshu quietly looked at her.

Lu Yueli turned around and ran away again.

Sink

After Mo Jue found out that Lu Yueli had left, Lang Yanshu was a little disappointed, and picked up the pot that had been dropped on the ground and continued to collect snow water.

He stood at the entrance of the cave for a while, and Lu Yueli ran back with a faint blush on his face.

Shen Mojue asked worriedly: "Miss Lu, is everything okay?"

Lu Yueli glanced at him, shook her head, regained her composure, and walked slowly into the cave.After a long time, her voice came from behind: "Mr. Shen, it's windy outside. Your injury is still unhealed, so it's not suitable for wind."

Shen Mojue was overjoyed: "Are you caring about me?"

Lu Yueli looked at him strangely: "You and I are companions now, I should care about you."

After a while, Lang Yanshu also came back.When he saw Shen Mojue standing in the wind, he frowned, and said with a slightly reproachful tone: "It's so cold, and the injury is so serious, why are you standing here?"

"I, I'll wait for you to come back." Shen Mojue was speechless after being scolded by him.

Lang Yanshu's tone eased a little, and he said in a gentle voice: "Go back, the wound on the shoulder should be changed, and you can't be so confused in the future."

Shen Mojue lowered his head.

Lang Yanshu divided the collected snow water into two parts, heated one part and used it to wash Shen Mojue's wound later, and put the other part in a hanging pot to make bone soup for Shen Mojue.

Shen Mojue quickly poked open the food system, took out salt and ginger from the seasoning column and gave it to Lang Yanshu.

Shen Mojue loves to eat, and it's not uncommon to have seasonings on him. Lang Yanshu laughed and said to him, "Do you have any sweet potatoes? I'll bake one for you."

So Shen Mojue happily took out the sweet potato.

Gobbler jumped into his line of sight, twisting his body, reminding him of his existence.Shen Mojue poked its head: "I won't forget you as a snack, here, I'll give you the big one."

Maomao covered her face with her paws in embarrassment.

Lang Yanshu put all the bones and spices into the hanging pot, and added some firewood to the fire.He said to Shen Mojue, "Take off your clothes, and I'll apply the medicine for you."

After hearing these words, Lu Yueli got up and walked out.

Shen Mojue was quite embarrassed, and it was a sin to cause Goddess Lu to stand outside the cave and blow the wind.

Lang Yanshu heated the snow water and helped Shen Mojue take off his clothes, revealing most of his snow-white and round shoulders.The wound has begun to grow flesh, and the color is pink and tender. It seems that the effect of the wound medicine is good, but it still looks a little hideous, after all, the snow wolf slapped too hard.

He wrung out the veil and carefully wiped off the coagulated blood and medicine powder on the edge of the wound.

Shen Mojue frowned, and his red face was twisted, thinking, if that Chi Yanxin was dishonest at this time, then he would be miserable.

However, compared to Chi Yan's heart, what worries him more is the vague ambiguity between Lang Yanshu and Lu Yueli.

Shen Mojue tilted his head to look at Lang Yanshu's face, and felt that there was a trace of gentleness in his brows and eyes, like a spring breeze, so beautiful that it made one's heart throbbing. Such a gentle gentleman, let alone a woman, is a man It is also possible to be tempted, and it is only natural to impress Miss Lu who is a ruthless Taoist.

but……

Shen Mojue suddenly asked, "Does Brother Lang like men?"

Lang Yanshu paused and looked at him: "What do you want to say?"

"That's it, or isn't it?" Shen Mojue felt a little reconciled.

"Is this important? Do you need to care about his gender if you like someone?"

"Don't you need it? The harmony of yin and yang is the law of heaven and earth." Shen Mojue frowned.

Langyan Shuxiao: "We are cultivators of immortality, and we are always going against the sky."

"That means Brother Lang admits that he likes men?" Shen Mojue asked.

"As long as it's that person, I don't mind whether he's male or female, or even beautiful or ugly." Lang Yanshu said affectionately.

There is no way to get a result from such a question, so Shen Mojue decided to ask a straightforward question: "What does Brother Lang think of Miss Lu?"

"When I first saw her, I thought she was a handful of ice and snow on a high mountain, but after touching her, I realized that she was actually a pool of spring water." Lang Yanshu said warmly.

Although the words were very literary and cryptic, Shen Mojue still understood. In other words, when they met for the first time, they felt that Lu Yueli was cold and untouchable, but after getting to know her deeply, they would find that she was gentle and understanding.

Shen Mojue was sad, did he really like her?So what's the point of sending him to Zixiao that day to ask him what he thinks about men liking men?Or is it that Goddess Lu's charm is so great that Boss Lang can fall in love with women again?

Sure enough, the power of love is so great.

Shen Mojue was a little envious, but also a little jealous.

Obviously he was the one who fell in love with Goddess Lu first.

But the one who snatched away the goddess was his boss, who was gentle and capable. He was better than him in everything, background, appearance, and self-cultivation. He also had the grace to know him and save his life. Isn't it normal to lose to him?

Can't be jealous.

Shen Mojue fell into a deep entanglement, the thoughts in his mind were in a mess, like a ball of wool being torn up by a naughty cat, and he couldn't figure it out.

Ugh……

Unknowingly, the scent of flowers penetrated into her nose, making Shen Mojue dizzy and irritable.

What kind of broken flower is it, it is so fragrant, haunting him like a ghost, it's annoying!

Shen Mojue was panting irritably, and Lang Yanshu poured the medicine powder on his shoulder, and asked softly, "The wound hurts?"

Shen Mojue's eyes were slightly irritable, and he said impatiently, "Don't you know what you did?"

Lang Yan was stunned.The brat is blaming him?This coquettish tone is really helpless and angry...

He tied up his wound with gauze, and put the torn clothes back on him: "It's cold, don't catch a cold."

Shen Mojue suddenly asked: "Does Brother Lang like Miss Lu?"

Yes, he was just jealous and didn't want to be passive like this anymore.If Boss Lang admits it, he will quit.

Lang Yanshu was stunned, looked at his scorched red face, and asked with a smile, "Why do you think so?"

"Do you like it?" Shen Mojue looked straight into his eyes.

Lang Yanshu naturally knew what he was thinking, his eyes darkened, and he didn't speak.

Shen Mojue thought he had admitted it, his heart was empty, he lowered his head in disappointment, and suddenly heard Lang Yanshu whispering in his ear: "Of course I won't like Miss Lu."

Shen Mojue was overjoyed, and raised her bright eyes to look at Lang Yanshu: "You really don't like Miss Lu? She is good-looking and has a high level of cultivation, so why don't you like such a good girl..." The latter sentence is a distraction whisper.

Lang Yanshu took a deep look at him: "Miss Lu is indeed good, but I already have someone I like in my heart. As for him, he is a little confused, a little clumsy, and even a little lazy, but he seems to be greedy for life and afraid of death. He would rather lose his own life than escape when he is in danger... Heh, he actually has many advantages. Sometimes I even selfishly hope that everyone will not discover his advantages, so that he will only be me. Alone."

Shen Mojue looked at the Langyan book in surprise, with a strange expression on his face: "If I like that person, I won't allow others to like him. Boss, you are not only paranoid, but you are also a little bit possessive." There was a curious light in his eyes, "Can you tell me quietly? Who am I?"

Lang Yanshu shook his head: "I'm afraid he will get scared if he finds out and then run away secretly."

Shen Mojue raised his hand and swore: "I promise I won't tell your sweetheart, just tell me, maybe I can help you."

Lang Yanshu just smiled.

Shen Mojue was curious: "Then let me guess his last name? Lang?"

Either the fourth uncle Lang Yuncheng or the funny younger brother Lang Yanqi, it must be one of these two, although the three views are a bit split, but since he is the person the boss likes, Shen Mojue expressed his support with both hands and feet.

Lang Yanshu slapped him hard on the head, and Shen Mojue screamed, covering his head and looking at him: "Did I guess wrong?"

Lang Yanshu said with a straight face: "Don't think about it anymore." Seeing him staring at him, he couldn't help but reached out and touched his head again, grabbed a lock of long hair, and sighed: "The hair is a bit long, I give it to you." You tie your hair up."

Shen Mojue still finds it more convenient to cut it.

Lang Yanshu looked at him seriously and said, "No."

"Okay, if you don't allow it, don't allow it. Anyway, I'm too lazy to tie my hair, so you have to do it every day from now on." Shen Mojue frowned.

Lang Yanshu took out the hair band and the mahogany comb from the storage bag, and smiled slightly.