Can the tail be tickled?

Mo Ziyi's eyes lit up instantly, and he was so excited that he almost slipped: "Really?"

While speaking, the window was suddenly pushed open, and Ye Wuhui, holding a few packs of herbs in his hand, slipped through the window and slipped in. Seeing Mo Ziyi sitting on the table in good spirits, he was slightly taken aback, and looked at Shuli: "...didn't you... say his injury had worsened?"

Changzhu Shuli smiled, and bowed to Ye Wuhui: "It's what Shuli should do to speculate on the master's intentions."

"..." Mo Ziyi held his forehead, "Don't call me master."

"Yes, Master." Changzhu Shuli bowed out of the room, and closed the door sensible.

There was no one else in the room anymore, looking at Ye Wuhui's calm face, Mo Ziyi couldn't hold back the shock that climbed up on Ye Wuhui's calm face, and burst out laughing: "Hahahahaha, what Chang Zhu said It's unbelievable, she is a natural medical practitioner, as long as she is still alive, there is absolutely no possibility of getting worse and dying in front of her."

Ye Wuhui: "..."

With a livid face, he stared at Mo Ziyi sternly for a moment, then put the herbs on the table, and said calmly, "I can do it myself."

"Don't, don't, don't." Mo Ziyi hugged Ye Wuhui's waist, pulled him, and stuck his whole body on Ye Wuhui's back, "Ye Wuhui, I miss you so much."

"I really thought I was going to die that day. I said I could only die by your hands. I thought I couldn't do it."

"It was you who saved me, you blocked Zuo Junqi's blow for me, you diverted all eyes for me."

"Why don't you just stab me with a sword right now, so that you can fulfill my promise and kill the demon?"

Mo Ziyi talked for a long time on his own, illogically, saying whatever came to his mind.The more he said, the darker his expression became: "I know that all you have done is to pity me. You feel that I have lost my family, master and brother, and even no friends. You feel sorry for me, don't you?"

Little by little, Mo Ziyi slipped in front of Ye Wuhui, pinched his clothes carefully, stared into his eyes, lonely, helpless, like a homeless kitten, just wanting to hold on tight Grab the man who stops in front of him.

Ye Wuhui warned himself over and over again in his heart not to be tempted, he clenched his fists and forced himself to close his eyes, not to look at Mo Ziyi's appearance: "No...no."

"Isn't it..." Mo Ziyi lowered his eyes, gently tugged at Ye Wuhui's cuff, and whispered: "Ye Wuhui, look at me, I'm really pitiful, you Just take pity on me, don't go, stay with me, okay?"

Ye Wuhui raised his eyelids, and saw the person in front of him whose outer robe slipped off, revealing a delicate and alluring collarbone, and on the snow-white bandages, big bright red flowers blooming.

He rubbed his temples, forced himself to calm down, pulled Mo Ziyi's clothes back, and angrily said, "Respect yourself."

"Where am I not self-respecting?" This sentence was like a thorn, Mo Ziyi simply took off the whole robe, hugged Ye Wuhui's waist tightly and did not let go, and pressed his head against his chest , plausibly said, "You read it all when you were applying medicine to bandage my wound. I didn't realize it at all, and you saw it all without knowing anything, but you just dismissed me with a self-respect at this moment, woo woo woo , little brother, you are so ruthless! I don’t care, if you don’t stay with me for a few days, I will tell all the righteous people that you, Ye Wuhui, have always abandoned you, you... you ruined People are innocent!"

Such a big basin of dirty water was poured down, and Ye Wuhui was wet from head to toe. He stared blankly, but couldn't say a word. After a long while, he argued dryly: "I... didn't !!!”

"You have!" Mo Ziyi played a rogue, "You stay with me, I won't tell others, I just... I will keep these things in my heart!"

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——"Looking at you."

Ye Wuhui's voice was soft and warm, sparking spring water in Mo Ziyi's heart.

He leaned in front of Ye Wuhui and looked at him, his amber-like pure eyes reflected Ye Wuhui's face.

Mo Ziyi stuck out his tongue, and giggled twice: "Little brother, did you see that, all I see is you."

Ye Wuhui was stunned for a moment, as if standing in front of him was not a young man whom he had just met, but the Mo Ziyi he knew well in his previous life.

Ye Wuhui stretched out his hand, and gently caressed Mo Ziyi's cheek: "Ziyi."

"Huh?" Mo Ziyi blinked.

As if the sun was shining through the clouds and pouring on the endless snow, Ye Wuhui showed a shallow smile: "I'll call you."

The bazaar is at the foot of the mountain, and those who are cultivators travel quickly, even if they don’t take a flying magic weapon, they can arrive there very quickly.

All kinds of people came and went on the long street, shoulder to shoulder.Due to the convening of the Zongmen General Assembly, many vendors have spotted the business opportunities and came here one after another, and all kinds of hawking sounds surround their ears, and there is an endless stream.There are three teachings and nine streams, all of which are there.

Mo Ziyi obediently followed behind Ye Wuhui, poking his head from time to time, and glanced at some interesting stalls on the side of the street, but he didn't turn around to look, his eyes were always fixed on the person walking in front of him. figure.

He is imposing, elegant and profound.I really want to stick it up and give it a good hug.

There were too many people, even though Ye Wuhui looked behind him all the time, he almost couldn't find Mo Ziyi a few times.

Mo Ziyi disappeared from his sight again, Ye Wuhui was anxious, and hurriedly moved away from the crowd to look for it. At this moment, there was a soft feeling on his arm.

The young man leaned over, hugged Ye Wuhui's arm, raised his head, and looked at him timidly: "Little brother, take me by the hand, I almost couldn't find you just now, if you get separated, I don't know how to go back gone."

The tone was soft and sweet, and the heart seemed to be wound into countless threads, as if a soft and cute kitten stretched out its claws to wrap these threads around, unable to break free, and kept cutting them.

Ye Wuhui breathed a sigh of relief, and stood in front of Mo Ziyi, pulling him closer.The boy was shorter than him, and his body exuded a fresh scent of grass and trees.For some reason, Ye Wuhui accidentally raised his hand, wanting to rub Mo Ziyi's hair, but suddenly stopped, his fingertips stopped in mid-air.

Mo Ziyi raised his head by himself, put it against Ye Wuhui's palm, shook his head and rubbed it: "If you want to touch it, brother, you can touch it. My hair still feels very good!"

The soft hair ran across the fingertips, and the teenager stuck to his arm, snuggling tightly.Ye Wuhui hooked his arms, held the boy's hand tightly, and clasped his fingers tightly: "Hold tighter."

The author has something to say: No Responsibility Small Theater:

Mo Ziyi's diary: Little brother is leading me! ! !If I'm more obedient, can you give me a kiss? ! !

Ye Wuhui's diary: I hold it tight, and in this life, I will never let go again.