Suzhou Mengchang

Mo Yizhi's body was placed on Zixun's bed, the wounds had been treated, his clothes changed, and his body was scrubbed.

Outside the window, it's almost autumn, and it's cold.

Zixun carefully covered Mo Yizhi with a blanket, and sighed meaningfully.He sat beside Mo Yizhi, looking at Mo Yizhi's forehead, eyebrows, nasal bones, the curvature of his lips, and the evil spirit of the sudden smile on his face.

"It looks really good-looking." As he said that, Zixun's hand restlessly ran across his forehead, between his eyebrows, across the bridge of his nose, tapped his lips twice, and then moved away.

"Mr. Mo, do you know that without you, Wu Ya's emperor would be me. I have only traveled and practiced for 300 years, but once I was called back by the fox emperor, Wu Ya suffered such an accident, and I still want to embrace you Your Majesty, thank you so much Mr. Mo."

After talking to himself, Zixun took out an emerald wooden box from his long sleeves, opened the box and took out a pill, and fed it to Mo Yi's clothes to return to the spirit pill.

Everything is in order, just wait for Mo Yizhi to wake up.Waiting and waiting, Zixun unconsciously lay face sideways on the side of the bed to meet Duke Zhou.

In the middle of the night, Mo Yizhi dimly opened his eyes, and was in a daze for a moment, as if he had been reborn from chaos and clarity. He saw a person lying beside him, but when he wanted to get up, he was so painful that he couldn't move because of the wound.

Mo Yizhi could only quietly look at the person beside him. The person fell asleep with his face turned sideways, with charming eyes and eyebrows, unparalleled in the world. Mo Yizhi remembered seeing such an appearance in which calligraphy and painting.

"Jiao'e." Mo Yizhi called softly to the slumped face, and fell back into a deep sleep.

It has been a day and a night in the Mo Mansion in Suzhou City, Jiao'e is standing by the bed, Nan Sang's wound has been bandaged, and she is sitting beside her holding her hands with a look of doing something wrong.

Jiao'e got up and gave the seat to the person standing by the bed, and let out a dissatisfied voice: "Why don't you let him go?"

Su Muli stood motionless by the bed, looking at Mo Yizhi carefully, she was afraid that he would be obsessed with his past life.Su Muli remained silent and did not respond to Jiao'e.

Jiao'e muttered in her heart, what a pair of mutes, they are a perfect match.

Of course he knew that Su Muli didn't do it on purpose, and knew that she was feeling uncomfortable right now.He said that, but he was still angry. After seven years, the peaceful and comfortable days before were finally broken.The person on the bed relived his previous life, how much suffering he had suffered in the previous life, how could he be willing to go through it again.

"Miss Su, you don't have to take Zixun's words to heart." Jiao'e regretted that she had spoken too seriously to Mu Li just now.

Su Muli was still speechless.

Jiao'e turned her head to look at Nan Sang again, and read aloud: "It's not all about you stone."

Nan Sang frowned and pouted guiltily at Jiao'e, lowering her head even lower.

The sycamore leaves are falling, the autumn coolness of Wuya Mountain is getting stronger, and the afterglow is slightly warm and luxurious. Mo Yizhi is lying on the recliner in the courtyard, enjoying the afterglow on his body casually, watching the sycamore trees slowly falling one after another.He likes to bask in the sun, staying alone from noon to afternoon, accompanied by the sun from hot to gentle, perhaps because he is a fairy tree, and he prefers the sun in his habits, so he can easily grab endless warmth.

Thanks to the spirit-returning pill, most of Mo Yizhi's injuries have been healed, and his cultivation has improved.At this time, he should be the king of Wuya, but he still likes the courtyard that Muli arranged for him before, so he still lives in it.

Zixun stopped at the gate of the courtyard, originally he was resentful towards Mo Yizhi's negativity and Wuya's affairs, but he saw this picture of fallen sycamore trees, and he only remembered being amazed.

It turns out that the best moment is to watch the phoenix leaves fall quietly, as if we have never met before, let alone separation. No life is just as sad as the first time we met, and I don’t know how futile the ordinary sigh was at that time.

The son regained his senses, and walked into the courtyard fiercely.There is a gap between the long hair to get into the breeze, like a weeping willow, and the peach red clothes are like a little cinnabar.

"But is it comfortable?" Hu Yizi's face was aggressive.

Mo Yizhi raised his eyes to look at Zixun, and replied: "En".

Zixun's brows and eyes were in a daze for a moment, but then he lost three points of tenderness.

"Mr. Mo, can you still ignore Wu Ya's affairs?"

"Jiao'e is enough."

Mo Yizhi's words did not contain praise or criticism, but the truth.

Zixun had heard Mo Yizhi call him Jiao'e a few times, so he let him do so acquiescingly.

"After you have eaten the spirit-returning pill, a purple foxtail imprint will grow next to the corner of your right eye in a few days. Wuya people will know you are the fox emperor when they see it. Since you are the emperor, you can't make me decide everything .” Such a serious appearance does not have a special flavor.

"En." Mo Yizhi replied.

Zixun was speechless, he knew he had lost, and fought against a mute.

The afterglow faded away and the sky became gloomy. The two men in the courtyard remained silent, each having their own concerns.

Mo Yizhi was lying on the recliner, turned sideways, a drop of crystal slipped from the corner of his eye in the shadow of the night, only one drop.

When receiving the 49 lashes for refining the soul, he could hold back when falling into the mortal world. At this time, he was thinking about the people in the sky.

All speechlessness can be a cover-up, and the deepest concern is pretending not to care.

Zixun felt Mo Yizhi's alienation, thought he was driving him away, so he sighed and walked out of the yard.

Above the Heavenly Palace, Su Muli was lying in the Nanxing Palace of Immortal Huansheng, comatose for ten days.

Nan Sang knelt beside the couch, looking at Immortal Huansheng with tears in her eyes, "Master, can sister Li still be saved?"

Huansheng sank his heart, only had a try, and said: "Maybe I will wake up tomorrow."

"Master, is it true?" Nan Sang held back a few tears, dimples leaking out with a smile.

Afterwards, Immortal Huansheng ordered Nansang to go back to rest, and went to the alchemy room to get Wangsheng pills for Su Muli to take.

Su Muli was obsessed with his heart, and was unable to wake up because he was trapped by the heart demon. The Wangsheng Pill can make the user lose his memory, but it destroys the heart demon, and at the same time, it also turns all a person's memories into dust and dissipates, making it hard to find. Realizing that it is impossible to have both in the world, it is really helpless to make such an arbitrariness to disperse Su Muli's memory illusion.

"Mu Li, do you blame Master?" Huan Sheng asked inwardly as he watched the woman on the couch loosen her brows.

Early the next morning, Nan Sang got up and ran towards Su Muli's room. Passing by Fuqu Pond, she caught a glimpse of a woman standing over there surrounded by tender willows. He ran forward, only ran a few steps and then retreated, the figure was very familiar.

It's been a while since Su Mu went to the Heavenly Palace. Feng had already handed her over to Huansheng as an apprentice before, and he had planned to break into the funeral platform in anticipation. In Nanxing Palace, really painstaking.There was no one as big as Nansang in Nanxing Palace here before. Now that Su Muli is added, even though he is a little older, Nansang really cherishes him.

At this time, Nan Sang scratched her head and looked at the figure across a landscape, afraid that she might have hallucinated because she was so worried, she closed her eyes tightly and then opened them wide again, and then she decided that her eyes were bent down, and her dimples became hippie again. Jumped out, rushed to the woman's back with a gust of wind, hugged her fiercely, but was unsteady, and both of them fell into Fuquchi.

The blue waves are rippling, the lotus is dewy, the woman is fluttering in the water for no reason, it is true that there are a few hibiscus blooming on the lotus, and there is a hibiscus in the pool, the eyebrows are like the outline of Daishan, the eyes are clear water without trace, and the lips are like The areola is pink and tender, Nansang has good eyesight, and what is soaked is a reborn lotus.

After thumping and shouting a few times in Nansang's cheerful green pool, the two of them were picked up by Huansheng Shixianshu who rushed over. The hibiscus took a bath for no reason, but the other small stone was a Face smirking from ear to ear.

"Sister Li, are you okay? I was very happy to see you woke up. If it wasn't for my good eyesight, I wouldn't know where I would have gone. It's just that I caused Sister Li to fall into the water for no reason, because of the good face you and I have. Come on, Sister Li, you won't blame me, right?" Nan Sang knelt on the ground and crawled towards Muli, dripping all over her body, as if she was about to see a very cheerful tail wagging from her buttocks.

Su Muli sat on the bank and coughed a few times, completely not hearing the nagging of the person in front of him, seeing that person approaching, Su Muli instinctively stepped back, and asked sullenly, "Who are you? "

"Master, why doesn't Sister Li recognize her apprentice?" A pitiful little face looked at Huansheng.

"Well... yes... a serious illness, damage to the skull, and loss of past memories." Huansheng smiled, nodded and looked at Nansang: "That's true." He is also a god who is not used to lying.

Nan Sang puffed up her cheeks, pursed her lips and lowered her eyebrows and said sadly: "That's it." Then he summoned up his spirits and said excitedly: "Sister Li, I am the holy tortoise stone in the sky. Nansang Xiaoxian who transformed into a human form."

"Oh..." Su Muli smiled meaningfully, and said calmly, "It's a broken rock."

As soon as the words came out, Nan Sang's face was ugly. He introduced himself with a pompous appearance but was dismissed by Su Muli's nonsense. It was really annoying, but what was even more embarrassing was that Master Huansheng Xianjun couldn't help laughing. Nan Sang's eyes were full of tears.

"Little Shitou, you caused me to fall into the water. If I say you are a joke, it will be evened."

Nan Sang was also used to suffering from Su Muli. He looked at Su Muli, who was in great spirits, but was really happy, and forced a smirk: "It's good that sister Li is happy."

All three of them laughed at the same time, and the scene of Nanxing Palace was gentle and peaceful.In the leisurely transformation, you should understand that it turns out that being favored by the calm of the years is happiness.

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In fact, if it wasn't for Mo Yizhi's unfamiliarity with Zixun now, everyone would be very happy in their current state.