Every day with the protagonist, I lose my morals

He felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, his mind went blank, he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe it.

Lang Yanshu clearly said that he didn't like Lu Yueli.

Shen Mojue didn't believe that he would lie to himself, but the facts before him would not lie to him.He stared wide-eyed, watching Lang Yanshu slowly leaning over, as if he wanted to kiss Lu Yueli.

Reminiscent of the politeness and estrangement between the two when they were in the Zixiao faction, and the vague ambiguity between the two these days, Shen Mojue just felt like a fool who was deceived by these two people. He won't blame anyone for turning around, but he can't stand that Lang Yanshu lied to him.

Obviously, he devoted his heart and soul to him, but Lang Yanshu was trampling on his trust. He could even imagine the disdainful expression on Lang Yanshu's face when he threw this heavenly grass into the snow.

The strong and coquettish fragrance was sent to Shen Mojue's nose by the north wind. Shen Mojue tugged at his hair violently, unable to bear it anymore, raised his head and roared: "Ah—"

The two standing in the snow facing you and me were startled and quickly separated.

Shen Mojue rushed out with red eyes, looking fiercely at Lang Yanshu: "You lied to me!"

Lang Yanshu's eyes were shocked, and he looked at him in surprise: "Xiao Jue?"

Shen Mojue threw Tianjiangcao out, rushed forward fiercely, and threw himself on him fiercely: "You bastard, you actually lied to me! What do I think I am! Is it fun to play with me?"

He threw his fist at Lang Yanshu, but was avoided by Lang Yanshu.The two rolled into the snow. Although Shen Mojue did not know martial arts, he was superior in strength. He grabbed Lang Yanshu's clothes fiercely, and threw his fists at Lang Yanshu continuously: "Bastard! Liar! I will kill you! I let you play with me!"

Lang Yanshu held one of his hands and shouted, "Xiao Jue, calm down! Don't be fooled by monsters!"

Shen Mojue's eyes were shining with crimson flames, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear anything, like a beast that had been robbed of its partner, it just wanted to tear the man in front of him who lied to him into pieces.

Lu Yueli stood aside, seeming to be shocked, and wanted to help, but was stopped by Lang Yanshu: "This is between me and him, Miss Lu, please don't interfere."

Lu Yueli didn't move.

Lang Yanshu held Shen Mojue's hands, but didn't dare to use too much force. He twisted together with him, a pile of snow rolled on his body, and said sharply: "Shen Mojue, be sober! Don't move any more, or the wound will hurt again." Torn."

Shen Mojue had a crazy expression, seeing his hands being restrained, he opened his mouth and bit Lang Yanshu's neck fiercely.

The teeth pierced the flesh, blood oozes out, and the severe pain spreads. Lang Yanshu's face pales slightly, and he let out a painful moan from his throat.

A steady stream of fresh blood flowed down Shen Mojue's esophagus into his stomach. The warm blood warmed his body a bit, and the strong smell of blood made him regain his senses.

The crimson in his eyes gradually faded, he let go of his mouth, and looked down at the book.

Lang Yanshu was pressed under him, his back was pressed against the icy snow, and his whole body was almost buried by the heavy snow. He stared fixedly at Shen Mojue for a moment, and suddenly asked softly, "Are you awake, Xiaojue?"

A streak of blood slowly slid down from the corner of Shen Mojue's mouth. Shen Mojue looked down and saw the hideous wound on his neck and the blood that kept gushing out. The blood flowed all over the ground, almost dyeing the snow-white land bright red.

Shen Mojue's body trembled, and he came to his senses all of a sudden, and he also completely remembered what happened before.

Lang Yanshu let go of his hands, and Shen Mojue looked at his wound again, and saw that the blood didn't seem to stop, his face was as pale as paper, he fell to the ground, and slapped himself hard: "Yes I'm an asshole!"

"Xiao Jue!" Lang Yanshu hurriedly held his hands again to prevent him from committing self-harm, and said softly, "I don't blame you."

Shen Mojue looked up at him from the messy hair, and said with trembling lips, "The blood is still flowing."

Lang Yanshu touched his neck and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

Shen Mojue took out the medicine bottle in a panic, and looked for gauze in a panic. Suddenly, a light-white hand stretched out from the eyelids, and there was a snow-white brocade handkerchief in it.

Shen Mojue looked up at Lu Yueli, took the handkerchief, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Lying beside Lang Yanshu, he carefully poured the medicine powder on his wound, at least the bleeding stopped, Shen Mojue heaved a sigh of relief, his gaze came into contact with the hideous wound, he trembled, his hands were a little weak Tie up the veil for the Langyan book.

The shoulder was sticky, and it was only at this time that I felt the pain. It should be that the wound had opened. Shen Mojue turned his head to look at his shoulder, and there were traces of blood oozing out.

It's really self-inflicted.Shen Mojue smiled sadly, and then looked at Lu Yueli's beautiful side face, feeling even more sad in his heart.

Lang Yanshu said to him: "It's too cold here, your injury will be treated after returning to the cave."

Shen Mojue helped him to stand up, and said in a low voice: "Don't deal with it, I deserve it this time, so I should be punished."

Lang Yanshu laughed, and said in a hoarse voice: "You're self-willed again. There's no reason not to treat the wound. Even if it's punishment, it's up to me to decide."

Shen Mojue's neck tightened.

After returning to the cave, he first carefully cleaned the wound on Lang Yanshu's neck.Shen Mojue had a look of guilt from the beginning to the end, and personally cleaned and applied medicine for him, and finally tied the gauze carefully for him.

Lang Yanshu joked: "I should be thankful that Xiao Jue's teeth are not poisonous."

Shen Mojue was slightly embarrassed, pointed to his neck, and said: "You should thank me for using little strength. I killed that pig-like monster in the first-level monster valley before."

Lang Yanshu looked at him in surprise.

Shen Mojue sat beside him, glanced at Lu Yueli who was sitting opposite, then turned his gaze back, and read the book: "Tell me, boss, what's going on? Why am I so crazy that I don't even know who I am?" ?”

"Remember you always tell me the fragrance of flowers you smell these days?"

Shen Mojue nodded: "I smelled it just now."

"That's right. Speaking of which, it was my negligence. You have been muddled these days, and it should have something to do with the fragrance of flowers."

Shen Mojue retorted: "Where am I in a daze, I think I've been sober these days."

Lang Yanshu smiled: "Don't get excited, there is indeed something wrong with you these days, you are dull and boring, I thought it was because of your injury, so I was not energetic, and I was thinking of taking you back to Fenglai Mountain as soon as I got Xue Po Healing the injury. I woke up early this morning and found something was wrong, because I also smelled the fragrance vaguely. Hua Xiang realized something was wrong, so I told Miss Lu about it."

Lu Yueli looked up at them.

Lang Yanshu continued: "After being reminded by Miss Lu, I also feel that this matter is a bit strange, it probably has something to do with Xue Po, so I thought of going to see that snow lotus, we went to have a look, and it really happened. There is a demon hidden in it, which produces a large amount of fragrance to confuse us, make us hallucinate, and achieve the purpose of killing each other."

Shen Mojue opened his mouth slightly, and said in surprise, "Demon? Illusion? Cannibalism? You mean that all I see these days are hallucinations?"

Lang Yanshu shook his head: "Not all, only when you smell the fragrance of flowers will you have hallucinations."

Shen Mojue thought about it carefully for a while. In fact, he thought that he had been sober these days, but after thinking about it this way, he found that many memories seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke, looming.

It seemed that every time he sensed the ambiguity between Lang Yanshu and Lu Yueli, he could smell a strong fragrance. Shen Mojue suddenly raised his head to look at Lang Yanshu and Lu Yueli.

Lang Yanshu asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Mojue had a small secret joy in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, that is to say, Lang Yanshu didn't like Lu Yueli, and Lu Yueli didn't like him either.Haha, the goddess hasn't got her own heart yet, he still has a chance!

Lang Yanshu coughed lightly: "What hallucination did you have today to be so angry?"

"Huh?" Shen Mojue scratched his head, "Boss, don't ask such a shameful thing."

Xin Dao, can't tell Boss Lang that he kissed his goddess in his hallucination, this kind of inexplicable hallucination is simply a snake mania.

Lang Yanshu was also a little depressed. He touched his wound and thought to himself, if the brat was so cruel, who else could it be except for his goddess.

Shen Mojue felt a little reconciled: "Why did the boss throw away my Heavenly Grass?" If you are not willing, you don't have to agree.

Lang Yanshu was stunned: "It probably fell by accident."

"By the way, where's the monster?" Shen Mojue asked.

"Run away." Lang Yanshu replied, pausing for a while, "The snow lotus will bloom in about two days, and that monster will come back again. Don't take it lightly in these two days."

Shen Mojue nodded.

After trying something so powerful, how dare you take it lightly.

***

Another day later, there was light snow at night, and the bonfire in the cave was jumping.The wound on Lang Yanshu's neck has scabbed over, and the wound on Shen Mojue's shoulder is almost healed.

Because of the cold weather that night, Shen Mojue rolled into Lang Yanshu's arms unconsciously as usual.

Lang Yanshu hugged him, stretched out his hand to touch the soles of his feet, and made sure it was warm, so he felt relieved.

The night was quiet, and one or two branches could be heard occasionally being broken by the snow in the howling north wind.Shen Mojue in his arms breathed lightly, his eyelashes fluttered, and he didn't know what he dreamed of, so he smacked his lips.

Lang Yanshu was sober at first, but then his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he heard a voice asking in a trance: "Do you like him?"

Although he didn't mention his name, Lang Yanshu knew that "he" was referring to the brat in his arms.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the voice continued to ask: "Do you like him?"