Every day with the protagonist, I lose my morals

So disgusted that he sometimes wondered if he was doing the right thing.

Shen Mojue, who was sleeping next to him, gradually relaxed his body. After a while, he suddenly turned over, faced the Lang Yanshu, and looked at him with his eyes open.

Those eyes were no longer guarded and dazed in the daytime, and even the familiar light from the past could be found in them, the kind of light that was full of excitement and relied on him wholeheartedly to believe in him.

Lang Yan was stunned, and said, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Shen Mojue replied, and paused, "I just want to talk to you calmly."

"En." Lang Yanshu responded.

"May I ask why you like me?" Shen Mojue stared into his eyes, and his voice was a little low.This question has always puzzled him. Even if Lang Yanshu likes men, there are so many excellent men in the world. He is like this, not good-looking, and has no advantages. I really can't think of anything that can attract him.

"I once asked myself this question." Lang Yanshu saw that his quilt was a little off, so he reached out to tuck the corner of the quilt for him, "But there is no reason for liking, if there is reason, such liking is too impure, it is not at all It’s not like I like it, but if you want to ask what moved me in the first place, it’s probably your sincere heart, Xiaojue.”

"... Chi, sincerity, zhi, heart?" Shen Mojue repeated each word, a little at a loss, does he have this thing?

"Xiao Jue, I also want to ask you a question."

"You say, if I can answer, I will tell you."

"You, do you hate me?" There was a bit of bitterness in Lang Yanshu's voice, even though he had already guessed the answer, he still wanted to hear Shen Mojue answer it himself.Maybe, he... Lang Yanshu smiled wryly, he actually had expectations for Xiaojue after imprisoning him...

"Hate? This thing is too lofty." Shen Mojue shook his head, "As for us, it's just that the three views don't match. Brother Lang, you acted a little too radically, but after all, you didn't really hurt me. I say to you... Not sure, since I came here, you have always been helping me. If I hate you, it would be too heartless. If I really want to hate you, when you do something unforgivable, then I will definitely will hate you."

Although Shen Mojue's words were confusing and Lang Yanshu didn't fully understand him, he could still extract an accurate message from these words: Shen Mojue doesn't hate him now, as long as he doesn't do anything more excessive, There is still a chance of redemption between them.

Such a result really excited Lang Yanshu, he couldn't help stretching out his arms to hug Shen Mojue, and called out happily: "Xiao Jue."

But after thinking about it, she felt dejected again. The reason why Xiao Jue didn't hate him was not that he had the same thoughts for her, but because she had been kind to him.

He couldn't help but let go, and looked at Shen Mojue blankly.

"Brother Lang?" Shen Mojue called him.

"Go to sleep." Lang Yanshu closed his eyes and sighed softly.

——Xiao Jue, forgive me for not letting go.

Shen Mojue originally wanted to influence him, and took the opportunity to persuade him to let him go, but obviously, he failed.Lang Yanshu was indeed very excited and happy, and even saved two or three points of hope.But I don't know why he suddenly became desperate again, and he didn't even want to look at him.

What is he running away from, or, at this moment, a fierce battle between heaven and man is going on in Lang Yanshu's heart.

Let yourself go, or die to the end?Shen Mojue sincerely hoped that the result would be the one he expected, so he just quietly looked at Lang Yanshu's sleeping face in the dark night, waiting for the result of his struggle.

After waiting for a long time, until the moonlight shifted a little more, Shen Mojue didn't get the result he wanted.

The night was getting darker and drowsiness struck, Shen Mojue closed his eyes unwillingly, and fell asleep smoothly with the drowsiness.

A moment later, Lang Yanshu, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, with an inexplicable light in his eyes, and he just looked at Shen Mojue quietly.

In the middle of the night, Lang Yanshu finally felt sleepy. Just when he was about to fall asleep, Shen Mojue, who was still some distance away from him, suddenly rolled into his arms.

Lang Yanshu became sober in an instant, and looked down at Shen Mojue in his arms.

Shen Mojue unknowingly stretched out his hands, hugging his body like a koala, and retracted his whole body into his arms, with his head resting on his heart, breathing long, and even let out a slight snoring sound .

Lang Yanshu's heart was full of tenderness, and he couldn't help but hugged him back, and his heart finally settled down a lot.

A night without dreams until dawn.

The day was sunny, and when Shen Mojue got up, the Langyan book was gone, and there was yesterday's bathtub in the room, steaming hot.

Shen Mojue got out of bed, walked to the tub, and looked inside.

The water was newly changed, it should be today's, Shen Mojue thought for a while, then looked around, seeing that Lang Yanshu didn't come back in time, so he took off his clothes and went in to take a bath.

Halfway through the soak, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, Shen Mojue was startled, and saw Lang Yanshu walking in with a medicine bowl.

Lang Yanshu also saw him, walked up to him, and handed him the medicine bowl.

Shen Mojue took the medicine bowl and took a sip. The medicine juice was still as bitter as before, so bitter that the root of his tongue was numb.He waited for a while, and saw that Lang Yanshu didn't seem to be giving him sugar, so he couldn't help but remind him: "Brother Lang, Tang."

Lang Yanshu froze for a moment, and gave him a bag of jelly beans from his sleeve.

Shen Mojue was so bitter that he grabbed a few brains and stuffed them all into his mouth.The sweet taste spread from the mouth, finally relieved the bitterness, and said to Lang Yanshu: "Thank you."

"What do you want for breakfast?" Lang Yanshu asked.

"Noodles." Shen Mojue felt a little hungry, "It's simpler, you need fried dough sticks and buns."

Lang Yanshu laughed: "Do you want soy milk?"

Shen Mojue nodded.

"These you mentioned are the meals of mortals, and I'm afraid it will be detrimental to the practice."

Shen Mojue was disappointed, and silently cursed in his heart, why did he ask if he didn't give him food, and he said so much, it was just teasing him.

"Eat some crimson fruit, it tastes good. When your poison is cured, I will take you to eat whatever you want." Lang Yanshu untied the storage bag, took a handful of small crimson fruit and handed it to him. he.

The fruit was bright red and looked like a hawthorn. Shen Mojue was seduced, so he took it and opened his mouth to take a bite. Immediately, the sweet juice flowed out, which was fragrant and slippery.

"How?" Lang Yanshu asked.

"Delicious." Shen Mojue nodded repeatedly, unable to resist eating a few more.

"It's fine if you like it. The sun is very good today. Let's go out to bask in the sun after taking a bath. I'll take you to Chaoyang Tower for dinner at noon."

Shen Mojue's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but look up at him, with traces of juice still remaining on his lips: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Lang Yanshu smiled slightly, reaching out to wipe away the marks on his lips, "Although I'm not the richest man in the world, it's still more than enough to feed you."

Shen Mojue smiled cheerfully.

He smiled, and Lang Yanshu was naturally in a good mood.After taking the medicinal bath, Lang Yanshu moved two reclining chairs and placed them under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard.

Fragmented and mottled light and shadow fell on the two of them. Shen Mojue put his hands on his head and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky.

I thought it would be dark for a long time, but now it seems that Lang Yanshu is somewhat reasonable, at least one thing is certain, he is reluctant to endure hardship by himself.

For some reason, a word came to Shen Mojue's mind - to be proud of being favored.

Such a peaceful way of getting along gave Shen Mojue the illusion that the two of them really loved each other and had grown very old after staying together for the rest of their lives. The two old men slept under a tree and took a nap, thinking about the past in this life. The past is bitter and sweet, but there is no word of regret.

Suddenly, he realized that this was just an illusion.Langyanshu has always forced him. There has never been such a thing as true love, let alone old age. There are only two endings waiting for them, falling or becoming a fairy. If he is constrained by Langyanshu all his life, his life will be Will be full of regret until the last moment.

No!Absolutely not!

Shen Mojue couldn't help clenching his teeth.

... to escape.

Perhaps sensing the resentment in his heart, the Tianji Sword that had been kept in the room suddenly rushed out. Both Shen Mojue and Lang Yanshu were shocked. The Tianji Sword was full of light, fluctuating up and down, Hovering in the yard, it seems that they want to break through the restrictions around the entire yard.

Lang Yanshu waved a spell to control it. After a while, the light around Tianji Sword gradually faded and flew into Lang Yanshu's hands.

Seeing his murderous look, Shen Mojue called out worriedly: "Brother Lang."

Lang Yanshu turned to look at him and asked, "What were you thinking just now?"

Shen Mojue avoided his gaze in a panic, and shook her head guiltily: "No, I didn't think about anything."

Lang Yan looked at him expressionlessly, as if laughing at him, and said lightly: "Tianji Sword has recognized you as the master, it is a psychic sword, and it can sense the master's thoughts even from a long distance away. If you hadn't been extremely resentful, it wouldn't have rushed out so murderously."

Shen Mojue's complexion changed, and he was speechless.

A look of sadness flashed across the corner of Lang Yanshu's eyes for an instant, and soon disappeared without a trace. After a while, he heard him say again: "Okay, everything is fine, I will return this sword to you."

Shen Mojue caught the Tianji Sword and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Lang Yanshu took a deep look at him: "You have said this to me many times, Xiaojue, you have nothing to do to me. It was an unfair transaction between you and me. I want to get it." You must pay more and bear more than you."

Shen Mojue was dejected, and sat down with the Tianji Sword in his arms. After a while, it seemed that such silence was unbearable. He looked up at the Lang Yan book and said, "Brother Lang, tell me about the Tianji Sword."