The priest is a loser

Sitting in the wheelchair was a seventeen or sixteen-year-old boy in brocade clothes. He closed his eyes and looked as calm as water. There was a small box as long as the palm of his hand.

Behind him stood two men in black, one of whom had a shallow scar on his brow bone, holding a butter paper umbrella for him.

The continuous rain fell on the umbrella surface and gathered pea-sized crystal raindrops, which rolled down from the umbrella surface one after another.

They were in the deep forest, the young man opened his eyes without warning, the blue sky-colored eyes turned to the dark woods, a person in red lightly landed on the treetops, like a graceful flower blooming in the rain litmus.

"How did you get hurt like this?" The young man turned back his eyes, which were as clear as glass, and his tone was so calm that no worry could be heard.

It seems to be just a simple declarative sentence.

The man in black with scars on his eyebrows maintained a slightly bowed posture, staring at the several corpses in the same black clothes as him lying on the ground, without saying a word.

"It's useless." The young man spat out two words, and inside the narrow box, a black living creature moved quickly past, hiding under the half-scratched lid, so fast that he couldn't even see its whole picture clearly.

The boy closed the box with a click, which echoed clearly in the woods.

The scarred 'Liu Zian' suddenly fell from the treetops to the muddy ground full of puddles like a kite with a broken string.

The mask also fell to the ground beside him, his eyes were tightly closed, his moon-like face was stained with mud, and he was completely unconscious.

"Although his appearance, demeanor, and moves are the same as before, he is still much worse than him." The young man looked into the distance, silent for a while, and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder my brother can see through it at a glance."

Another man in black stood beside him, knelt down on one knee, and said humbly, "Master, what's your order?"

The boy frowned, tapped his fingertips on the wooden box lid.

As if anticipating what would happen next, Ying Qi squinted at 'Liu Zian' who had fallen under the tree, and her hand holding the umbrella handle tightened a bit.

Sure enough, the boy suddenly scratched open the lid of the box.

Holding the handle on the back of the wheelchair with one hand, Ying Qi led him back dozens of feet, and the wheelchair made a wet sound as it rolled over the mud.

At the same time, an inexplicable chill came over his face, and Ying Qi stretched out his left hand to cover his eyes very familiarly.

When he looked up again, a hand had already passed through the back of the man in black, and the shadow of his own heart remained in his rapidly dilated pupils.

'Liu Zi'an' squeezed his beating heart, and slowly stood up from behind him, the light red totem that was not there just now appeared on his bare skin.

At the same time, he pulled out the hand that pierced the chest of the man in black, and blood gushed out and soaked the ground in an instant.

Shen Shizhi raised her hand and lightly held the palm covering her eyes: "I still don't remember who your true loyal master is."

"...The master's kindness to take in, the subordinates will never forget it."

At this time, 'Liu Zi'an' had come before Shen Shizhi.

Shen Shizhi looked at the heart in his hand, frowned in disgust, and ordered coldly: "Throw it away."

'Liu Zi'an' obeyed, let go of his hand, his heart rolled into the mire, splashing all over the ground.

Shen Shizhi frowned, and asked: "Gu, have you planted it?"

"It has been planted." 'Liu Zian' replied.

His eyelashes were half closed, and his figure was precarious.

Shen Shizhi closed the box with one hand, and Ying Qi took a step forward to hook the fallen body of 'Liu Zi'an' with his long arms, and then retreated to the original position, bowing his head to listen to the order.

Shen Shizhi slowly opened the mouth and said: "Duan Wuling has been planted with poisonous poison, all you have to do is to bring this heartless corpse back to Fengyulou to regain trust. Meticulous, even if you stay, someone will definitely send someone to monitor your every move, don't act rashly for now, just like before, be your loyal dog who wholeheartedly protects the master."

"……Yes."

In the Wind and Rain Building, the people gathered in the hall did not discuss a result for a while, and all dispersed back to their own rooms. Some people were still worried and restless.When some people saw that everyone had gone back, they threw themselves into the bed carelessly, trying to get another sleep before dawn.

Si Kou Shi had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Hero Sikou?"

Listening to the voice, it should be the owner of Fengyu Building.Si Kou Shi sighed wearily, cursed quietly, and went to open the door wrapped in a quilt.

Opening the door, Qin Sheng led two young men with swords, standing in front of the door smiling.

Si Kou Shi was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept over the faces of the two teenagers, and he closed the door without hesitation the next moment.

Qin Sheng quickly put the folding fan in his hand between the two door panels.

Si Kou Shi couldn't close the door no matter what, and the quilt wrapped around his body also slipped from his back.

The sound of two teenagers gasping came from outside the door.

Qin Sheng opened his mouth in surprise.

Pull back the folding fan, 'swipe' to open it, and cover the eyes of the boy on the right, and the other hand also covers the eyes of the boy on the left.

"See no evil... I didn't expect the hero Si Kou to have such a hobby."

"Don't get me wrong!"

Si Kou Shi hurriedly picked up the quilt and covered it in front of his body, unable to argue.

Next door, Liu Qiu'an brought a cloth towel and grabbed Mu Changxian's collar.

Mu Changxian was forced to bend down, Liu Qiuan covered his head with a cloth towel, and wiped his wet hair.

"No need," Mu Changxian held his hand, which was actually colder than his own. He pulled it in front of him, rubbed it, and said warmly, "Why are your hands so cold? Have you been out?"

"...Uh." Liu Qiuan touched his cheek guiltily, and replied, "Those people woke me up, and I couldn't sleep, so I went to the door to watch the excitement."

"Why do you watch all the excitement?" Mu Changxian frowned lightly, and the internal energy was continuously transmitted into Liu Qiu'an's body through the hands they held. "In the future, don't walk around without me."

Liu Qiuan snorted, and stuck out his tongue at him: "Let's have some internal energy left!"

"Okay." Mu Changxian smiled softly, and Liu Qiuan took the opportunity to break free from his hand, and began to press the cloth towel covering his head again, carelessly rubbing his hair.

Seeing that his clothes were only stained with a little raindrops, he was puzzled and said, "Strange, why are your clothes not so wet?

Mu Changxian remained silent, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"And..." Liu Qiu'an pulled his arm, lifted his large sleeves, looked inside, pursed his mouth, "This dress doesn't fit at all."

"Hmm..." Mu Changxian pursed his lips tightly, deliberately avoiding Liu Qiuan's suspicious gaze.

"What are you hiding from me!" Liu Qiu'an narrowed his eyes.

"Well...it's a long story...just..."

"Just tell me the long story short!" Liu Qiu'an approached Mu Changxian in an indiscriminate tone.

"..." Mu Changxian nodded with difficulty, and was about to call him truthfully, when Liu Qiuan suddenly covered his mouth.

But he turned his head to look at the wardrobe and bed, then turned to Mu Changxian and said, "Forget it, tell me tomorrow."

"Ok?"

"I'm sleepy, I don't want to hear it now!" Liu Qiuan raised his chin.

Mu Changxian responded with a light smile, reaching out to stroke his hair.

Liu Qiuan was touched comfortably by him.

She moved her moist eyes, and suddenly found that there was an extra wound on his wrist. She blinked and pulled his hand in front of her.

A small wound, located close to the pulse.

Mu Changxian lowered his eyes in doubt, and raised his eyebrows when he saw the wound on his hand.

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