Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

Mo Zilan then put the magic robe on Fu Qing's body layer by layer until it wrapped him into a ball.

Wrapped up like this, let alone walking, even moving arms is very difficult.

Master should not be happy.Mo Zilan thought in his heart, please, resist.

But Fu Qing just let him put on layer after layer without moving, and behaved like a doll under Mo Zilan's hands.

He was most afraid of Fu Qing like this.When Mo Zilan fell into instinct most in his previous life, he didn't dare to make Fu Qing into a puppet without thought.

He was really at a loss and didn't dare to show it in front of Fu Qing, so the corners of his lips curved into a desolate arc, and he took Fu Qing's hand and led him for a walk outside Hanchuan.

When the door was opened, Feng Xue was lingering outside the door, and soon turned around and left.

Mo Zilan led his master by the hand, like an old man in the mortal world, he stopped and walked on the snowy field, a handful of snow soon fell on his shoulders.

He helped Fu Qing brush off the snow from his shoulders. Seeing that the snow had stopped on Fu Qing's eyebrows, he smiled and sighed softly, not daring to let Fu Qing find out.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue to help Fu count the snow off his eyelashes.

As if sensing his movements, Fu Qing suddenly said, "Don't dust me off."

"why?"

"You will be cold."

Mo Zilan's throat rolled up and down, and asked again: "Master, don't you feel heavy?"

"No..." Fu Qing paused, and suddenly drew a few words from his throat, "It's so heavy."

"What is Shen, you tell me."

"A lot." Fu Qing closed her eyes, frowning pitifully.

"You tell me, and I can help you share the burden." Mo Zilan said almost eagerly.

But Fu Qing shook his head in the wide cloak: "It's enough for me to be here alone, you are fine, I can't drag you into it."

After that, no matter how much Mo Zilan asked, he didn't speak anymore.

Mo Zilan wisely stopped asking further questions, and took his hand to explore the sky.

Fu Qing counted it, and the thing was soft but tough, and it bent down at the slightest touch.

He suddenly said: "You planted it."

"Yeah." Mo Zilan took his hand to touch other plants, "These were planted in Hanchuan before...Xiao Fengfeng...helped me a lot."

At the mention of this name, Fu Qing's eyebrows trembled: "Yes."

"I wanted to give Master a surprise, but you might not like it very much." Mo Zilan whispered in his ear, "After all, the twin flowers... have withered a lot."

Whether it's his side or Fu Qing's side.

Fu Qing didn't respond.

He can roughly guess.With his current appearance, not to mention Mo Zilan, even if Yu Shaozi came back to see him, he would be disappointed.

But he really didn't know what to do.

When he was reborn, he had been doing only two things.One is Mo Zilan's fate, and the other is to follow the master's will to eliminate demons and defend the way.

But there is no way to defend in this world.

Heaven wants to kill his beloved apprentice, and the monk wants to drain all his use value.

Heavy fatigue swept over Fu Qing.In a daze, he heard Mo Zilan asking him: "Master, are you tired? Do you want to go back and rest?"

Fu Qing nodded, and the two returned to Fu Qing's residence not long after they came out.

His layout was originally simple.Originally, he preferred to meditate to rest his mind, and he seldom went to bed, and the kitchen was empty for many years.

After Mo Zilan came, he became more and more human.

Mo Zilan took off his layers of robes for him, leaving only a single piece of clothing.Not long after, he came back with a cup of porridge to drive away the cold.

Fu Qing shook his head.He had taken too much soup and medicine recently, and he really didn't want to take any more soup from Mo Zilan.

Mo Zilan smiled and ate the bowl of porridge by himself.

Fu Qing closed his eyes and meditated, and after he finished packing, he called out, "Mo Zilan, come here."

Naturally, Mo Zilan would follow everything.

"cold?"

"En." Fu Qing pulled him, pressed against her body, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't drink porridge when it's cold."

Fu Qinghun didn't care: "There is you."

The corners of Mo Zilan's lips hooked uncontrollably, and even his eyes curled up in laughter.But I don't know why, but I dare not laugh out loud.Master is not happy, but he is so happy, it seems like a sin.

Fu Qing put his hand on Mo Zilan's head, and put him on his shoulder.The movements were not gentle at all, as if they were really treating an object.

Mo Zilan obediently followed his movements, stretched his hand from his armpit to behind Fu Qing, and patted Fu Qing's back repeatedly.

Then with a strong slap, the two entangled and rolled onto the bed.

Fu Qing fell on the bed, but she didn't tell Mo Zilan, she just half-opened her eyes and became lazy.

The temperature passed between the two, and the breath was quiet and serene.

After a long time, Mo Zilan blew hot air on Fu Qing's neck.

The fair skin was covered with water vapor, Fu Qing trembled slightly, but pressed him even tighter.

Mo Zilan complained extremely: "This is not allowed, I thought I was hugging an ice sculpture."

Fu Qing didn't respond to him, breathing evenly, as if falling asleep in Mo Zilan's arms.

For him now, sleeping was more comfortable than being awake.

He was more and more able to understand Mo Zilan's behavior back then, but he didn't know what the child had suffered before, which made him so depressed when he saw him.

It's like the world is collapsing.

With such thoughts in mind, Fu Qing couldn't sleep well.What's more, there are some other things that I didn't care about at first, but now they are all swept up.In the dream, things that he didn't care about at first became a huge threat to destroy the world, so Fu Qing fled in different dreams, panting.

It's just that later, for some unknown reason, those dreams disappeared, and he was finally able to get a little rest in peace.

After an unknown amount of time, he moved his hand lightly, and felt the body in his arms move.

Fu Qing gradually woke up from sleep, and called vaguely: "Mo Zilan."

"I'm here."

People who just woke up are always weaker than usual. Fu Qing opened his eyes, but there was still a little panic in them.

Mo Zilan hugged him tightly, and repeated in his ear: "I am here. Master, I am here."

Fu Qing finally suppressed his palpitations, like an old man telling about the past, and said slowly: "I gave Master Qin's bones to Senior Brother Qin."

"Sect Master Qin will definitely find a better resting place for Master."

Fu Qing murmured: "I can't find..."

"It's not your fault." Mo Zilan pressed his head into his arms, and ran his hands along his black hair, "It's those people who are obsessed with ghosts and greedy, and it has nothing to do with you."

These days, he did not know how many times he had said this, and Fu Qing did not know if he had listened to it.

But when I heard it again, it seemed that something was messed up, and those emotions that were so strong that they were numb suddenly burst out.

Mo Zilan's body was right in front of him, he opened his mouth to bite on it, using all his strength.He didn't know where he bit it, but he chewed hard, as if he wanted to swallow Mo Zilan alive.

Mo Zilan took a deep breath in pain, but suddenly felt a little joking: "I have wanted to eat Master for a long time, how come I was eaten in the end?"

His voice didn't reach Fu Qing's ears, but he released those crushing emotions without saying a word.Fu Qing shed tears heavily, tasted the smell of blood in his mouth, but still refused to let go.

Mo Zilan gently stroked the top of his hair with his hand, quietly letting him vent.

I only hope that after the collapse, what greets Master is light instead of abyss.

Fu Qing panted heavily, as if wanting to release all the dirty emotions.

After an unknown amount of time, he raised his head and swallowed the foam in his mouth.

"Does it hurt?"

Mo Zilan's throat moved, and he stared at him for a moment: "...it hurts."

Fu Qing froze for a moment, then leaned forward a little bit, trying to catch Mo Zilan's breath.

The warm breath seemed to be avoiding him, no matter what he couldn't feel it.

If you look at it with your spiritual sense, you may be able to see it clearly.But Fu Qing suddenly didn't want to do that, and ordered Mo Zilan firmly: "Don't move."

Mo Zilan didn't dare to move at all.

Fu Qing found his cheek with satisfaction, and held his head with both hands.

He wants to kiss himself.The delicate jade face is right in front of you, this kind of thought is too strong.

Where will it be?Dot on forehead, cheek, or...

Fu Qing gave Mo Zilan the answer with his actions.

He bit Mo Zilan's lip hard, pried open his jaw, and danced with his softest and toughest part.

The close distance made people's heart beat faster, and Mo Zilan quickly turned from defense to offense, and Meng Lang acted like a succubus in the abyss, hooking the passing immortals to sink together.

Fu Qing's throat slid up and down, but it still slid down the beautifully curved chin with some crystal clear fragrance.

Even breathing trembling.The smell of blood danced in the nostrils of the two, hooking the brutal and enchanting part of their nature.

After the sticky kiss ended, Fu Qing supported the bed and panted lightly.

Mo Zilan's voice was a little hoarse: "Master, do you still want to continue?"

Fu Qing nodded, then shook his head again.

Her own voice came out of her throat. After hearing her own words, Fu Qing was slightly stunned: "I miss you...help me."

Mo Zilan's breath suddenly became heavier.

He asked, "Let me save you...can you give yourself to me?"

Fu Qing's ear tips were completely red, and he raised his head slightly.The demanding gesture made Mo Zilan almost want to just push him down.

There was even a self-defeating smile in his voice: "You come."

Mo Zilan moved closer and whispered a few words into his ear.

Fu Qing didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words, paused for a while, and then let out a soft sigh, with a bit of stiffness in his words: "You are not yet 20 years old."

He seemed to hear the sound of Mo Zilan grinding his teeth.

"Who said no?" The unique youthful voice that belonged to a teenager faded away in an instant, and was replaced by a youthful voice that he had heard countless times in his previous life.

One hand held his, leading him to explore the face that belonged to the youth, the fully grown profile with sharp edges and corners.Mo Zilan's face rubbed against his hand, teaching him to feel the difference between himself and the past.

Mo Zilan waited patiently, and finally received a sigh as light as a cloud.

"...you come." Fu Qing's hands tightened slightly, but after the fingertips touched the palm, causing sharp pain, they quickly relaxed again.

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Fu Qing never knew before, why in ordinary people's notebooks, when it comes to that matter, it always refers to "being turned over red wave".

He seems to understand now.

Not only the quilt, but even the thoughts of the person will be turned upside down, ups and downs.It's like being hit by huge waves one after another, and it's hard to control my own thoughts and consciousness.Thinking of it in a trance, it seems that this is not the first time he has experienced it.

Familiar voices, familiar and strange people, strange perceptions.

He didn't know the difference between Mo Zilan in this life and his previous life.It's just that this life is more compatible with him, and it can make him feel more at ease and sink.

——It is much easier to do something to him when he is not clear-minded than in the previous life.

Fu Qing didn't realize this when the love was at its peak.

Unfortunately it was too late.

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