Every day with the protagonist, I lose my morals

Shen Mojue sat down obediently, saw Lu Yueli coming back from outside the cave, glanced at the two of them, and went back to the fire to warm up.

Shen Mojue rested his chin in both hands, with a slight smile on his face, he secretly glanced at the goddess' side face.

Lang Yanshu lifted his hair and combed it gently with a comb.His movements were very gentle, which made Shen Mojue itchy and comfortable.Shen Mojue squinted her eyes, just like a satiated cat.

After Mao Mao finished eating the meat, she jumped into his arms. Shen Mojue was startled, and accidentally pulled her hair, causing her scalp to numb in pain.He pinched Mao Mao's little paws, and said with a fierce expression: "Didn't you wash your paws? If it's dirty, jump on me, be careful!"

Chicheshu's eyes were full of water again, looking at him longingly, then suddenly arched his head into his arms, trembling all over.

"Cold?" Shen Mojue squeezed its paws, then touched its belly, "It's so warm."

The little guy in his arms trembled even more.

So Shen Mojue hugged it tightly and asked, "Is it still cold?"

The little guy stretched out his head, glanced at him, his eyes were watery, and then retracted into his arms, with a sly and satisfied light in his eyes.

Shen Mojue wrapped it tightly, and his desire for protection made him very satisfied.

After a while, Lang Yanshu let go of his hair and said, "Okay."

Shen Mojue shook his head, feeling that there was a ponytail growing on the back of his head, he was not used to it, secretly thinking that one day he would secretly cut it off when Boss Lang was gone.

Which langyan book was like a roundworm in his stomach, and immediately said: "If one day I secretly cut my hair..." But it didn't finish.

Shen Mojue asked weakly: "What will happen?"

Lang Yanshu just smiled softly: "You can make a guess."

Shen Mojue's hairs stood on end, and his bones were terrified, so he immediately dismissed the thought.

A strong bone fragrance wafted into the nose. The bone soup was almost cooked, and the sweet potatoes had already been roasted, and Lang Yanshu dug them out and put them aside to cool off.

Momochi slid out of Shen Mojue's arms, sat next to the sweet potato, staring at the sweet potato with burning eyes.

Lang Yanshu took down the jar, took out two bowls, poured soup and bones, and handed them to Shen Mojue and Lu Yueli respectively.

Shen Mojue took the bowl, turned to look at Lu Yueli, Lu Yueli said, "Thank you, I'm not hungry."

Lang Yanshu said in a warm voice: "The weather is very cold, and now I don't have any spiritual power to draw near me. Let's drink some soup to warm up."

Lu Yueli took the bowl and whispered, "Thank you."

Shen Mojue read Lang Yan's book: "Brother Lang, don't you want to drink?"

Lang Yanshu shook his head: "I'll go collect some snow water and come back."

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At night, the three of them slept by the fire with their clothes on as before. Shen Mojue was afraid of the cold. After Lu Yueli settled down, he quietly rolled to Lang Yanshu's side.

Lang Yanshu opened the snow fur and held him in his arms.

The warm air enveloped himself, and Shen Mojue narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Lang Yanshu glanced down at his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Your wound should have scabbed over, don't scratch it, wait for it to heal by itself."

Shen Mojue shrugged his shoulders: "It's very itchy."

Lang Yanshu held his hands: "Don't scratch the itch."

Shen Mojue moved, embarrassed: "I can't sleep if you grab me."

"If you let go of you, you will scratch your wound unconsciously. The snow lotus is about to bloom these few days. We will leave here after we get the snow poker. If you still have injuries on your body, it will be inconvenient for you to go on your way."

For the sake of the overall situation, Shen Mojue could only temporarily agree that Lang Yanshu would hold his hand. However, he remembered something: "The Heart of Chiyan was very dishonest before, why did it become quiet after coming here?"

"The heart of the red flame belongs to fire. This is the polar ice abyss, so it must be more honest."

"Hey, now that you put it that way, I don't want to leave. What if it tortures me again after we leave?"

"No, when we get the snow spirit and suppress it with the snow spirit, it won't dare to mess around."

"At that time, could I not only breathe fire, but also make ice?" Shen Mojue was full of anticipation.

Lang Yanshu nodded.

Shen Mojue was excited: "In this way, I can make ice cream and eat it."

Lang Yanshu: "..."

After a night passed, Shen Mojue was awakened by the strong and strange fragrance of flowers early in the morning.The strange thing is that the fragrance of flowers sometimes disappears, sometimes it wakes people up like now, and when it doesn't, everything is normal.

Shen Mojue didn't smell the fragrance of flowers very often, but it was easy to be irritable when he was in this strong fragrance of flowers.

He frowned and sat on the ground angrily, read the Langyan book he was preparing for breakfast, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Mojue shook his head, and with his messy hair, he clicked on the food system to check the vegetable garden. The spiritual grass planted a few days ago has grown very well.Shen Mojue's mood immediately improved a little, and he picked off the mature heavenly grass. He remembered that the effect of the heavenly grass was recorded in "Baicao Ji", and it seemed that it could maintain its appearance for 200 years.

Immortality would be even better, but 200 years is not bad.Shen Mojue held the heavenly grass in a daze. This spiritual grass was raised for the goddess Lu Yueli, but how to give it away?The goddess is usually cold, so she will definitely not take it if it is given to her like this.

Here, Lang Yanshu mixed the leftover bone soup from yesterday, piled up some minced meat, and carefully picked out the broken bones, and handed it to Shen Mojue: "Eat, I will change your medicine after eating."

Shen Mojue's eyes fell on him, his eyes lit up, and he looked out of the cave, only to see a vast expanse of snow, but he could vaguely hear the sound of sword dancing, and asked in a low voice, "Is Miss Lu practicing sword outside?" ?”

Lang Yanshu nodded.

Shen Mojue handed the Heavenly Grass to Lang Yanshu.

Lang Yanshu was surprised: "Grass fell from the sky?"

"Give it to Miss Lu for me." Shen Mojue's cheeks warmed up, but fortunately, he was blushing now, so he couldn't tell that he was blushing.

Lang Yanshu's eyes darkened, and he asked, "Why don't you give it yourself?"

"I, I'm a little embarrassed." Shen Mojue smiled embarrassingly.

Lang Yanshu laughed: "I like Miss Lu that much?"

"I don't know why, I fell in love with her the first time I saw her, alas, maybe she is too good-looking, I can't help it, I am such a shallow person." Shen Mojue scratched his head and rubbed against him , picked up chopsticks to eat breakfast.

The ingredients they eat these days are naturally saved by Shen Mojue, but they are almost finished, and the column of ingredients is empty.

Lang Yanshu looked at him quietly, and asked again: "I like her so much that I won't be tempted when I see a more beautiful girl in the future?"

"That might be." Shen Mojue raised his head, with a grain of rice still hanging from the corner of his mouth, "I'm quite a playful person, I like pretty people, if I really meet Miss Bilu one day Beautiful woman, maybe I will really like it."

On the contrary, he has a thorough understanding of his troublesome problems, and he doesn't hide it, which really makes Lang Yanshu angry and funny.

After the meal, Lang Yanshu changed the medicine for Shen Mojue's wound, and then said that he would go to the opposite mountain to see how the snow lotus bloomed. Shen Mojue expressed concern, but Lang Yanshu just smiled and told him that although he had no Spiritual power, but still has some martial arts foundation, so don't worry too much.

Before leaving, Shen Mojue told him about the fragrance of flowers he had smelled in the past few days, Lang Yanshu frowned, and said, "Don't think too much about it, let me handle it."

Boss Lang's expression was a little strange. Shen Mojue hoped that he was thinking too much. After Lang Yanshu left, he sat by the fire and stared at Chicheshu.

Time passed, and it was dark again in a blink of an eye. Shen Mojue was worried about Lang Yanshu and Lu Yueli. Lu Yueli left with Lang Yanshu in the morning.

He ran outside the cave, but found his own sky grass in the snowdrift, a touch of green, abandoned in the white snow, it looked very eye-catching.

With complicated emotions, Shen Mojue picked up the Tianjiangcao, put it in his arms, and told himself that he must be thinking too much, Boss Lang is not such a person.

He walked along the snow field, wanting to go to the opposite mountain, but after walking for a long time, he realized that the mountain looked close, but in fact he had to go a long way.

The cold weather made his whole body stiff, especially his feet buried in the snowdrifts, he was almost unconscious from the cold, but fortunately, there was Mao Mao in his heart, which was warm and tight.

He breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his hands. Seeing that the sky was getting darker and there was no moonlight, Shen Mojue had no choice but to take out the few remaining luminous talismans to light the way.

When the luminous talisman was exhausted, Shen Mojue finally reached the foot of the opposite mountain. Looking up at a snow mountain soaring into the sky, he felt that the snow mountain seemed to fall down, burying his whole body in the ice and snow.

Shen Mojue threw the exhausted luminous talisman into the snow, and walked slowly forward.Two people came facing each other side by side. Because of the thick snowdrift, they also walked very slowly. They looked down at the road, so they didn't notice him.

Shen Mojue hid his body behind a clump of snow-covered pine trees. When he saw the two people walking towards this side, he stopped suddenly.

Lu Yueli looked up at the Langyan book with a soft expression, seemingly happy and angry, and buried her head in his arms, a shy blush appeared on her face.

Lang Yanshu reached out and hugged her, stroking her back with his palm, and called out in a low voice: "Yueli."

The north wind howled, but it couldn't prevent this affectionate whisper from reaching Shen Mojue's ears. Shen Mojue was shocked, and looked at Lang Yanshu and Lu Yueli in disbelief.

They are...

He quickly took out the heavenly grass hidden in his bosom, because of the weather, the heavenly grass was limp and dying, just like his mood at the moment.