Master dismantles CP with bare hands in the human world

God knows that when the sword was thrown straight at him just now, his heart almost stopped beating.

He thought that he would not be killed by the hero, he would die directly at the hands of the little disciple, an unknown supporting role!

His sideways reaction was entirely based on his strong survival instinct.

He has always felt that this is a book, and even the endings written in the book feel very far away. Before that, he even had a vague concept of "death" in the book, but just now, he was so close Facing death directly, he found out with horror that he would die, he would die like a living person! !

He fearfully wondered what would have happened if he hadn't turned sideways just now—

Will the cold long sword pierce into his shoulder?

Or will it go straight into his heart?

Yes, heart.

He raised his hand to stroke the left side of his chest, boom, boom, boom, the heart was still beating.

He is still alive.

Perhaps it was the beating heart that eased his emotions, and finally a trace of blood returned to his pale face.

He sat down on the stool exhausted, and slowly exhaled a foul breath.At this moment, thinking that he was able to talk to Yu Zifang decently just now, he thought it was a miracle.

He rubbed his throbbing temples, but at this moment there was a knock on the door.

Mu Chu tidied up his emotions before softly saying, "Come in."

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, there was no one pushing the door, Mu Chu was surprised, got up, and pushed the door open.

A waning moon was in the sky, and the moonlight seemed to be gloomy and cold. The waning moon was more like the eyes of demons looking down on the world, full of ghostly aura.Even the air seemed to have been sucked out of oxygen, making it so stuffy that it was hard to breathe.

Outside the door, Jing Yuan stood upright, his face was like unbleached white porcelain, without a trace of blood, his lips were purple, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were like deep sea whirlpools, dark and empty.

As soon as Mu Chu opened the door, he was shocked to see Jing Yuan's appearance. He hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you? Did you have an old illness?"

As he said that, he reached out to touch his forehead, and the tentacles were as cold as a cold pool.

Mu Chu shivered unconsciously.

He hastily led Jing Yuan into the house, and wrapped a brocade quilt around him without saying anything.

Mu Chu held the two corners of the quilt tightly with his left hand to ensure that the quilt would not slip to the floor, and shook his right hand in front of Jing Yuan, frowned, and asked anxiously, "Jing Yuan, can you hear me? Can you hear me?" Give some reaction."

Jing Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, he nodded slowly, and then said two words softly, "Master..."

"I'm here, are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll go find Li Qingqi, you wait here for a while." After saying that, he wanted to go out, but someone grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Jing Yuan suddenly stood up from the round stool, let the warm quilt slide by his side, looked at Mu Chu stubbornly, still clutching his sleeve tightly.

Mu Chu looked at the hand with clear knuckles and slight whiteness, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't mess around."

Jing Yuan lowered his head and opened his thin lips lightly: "It's not an old disease." Then he whispered very softly: "Master...can you stay with me..."

Mu Chu was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself, what kind of madness is the hero, this is not an old disease, could it be some other intractable disease?

No, if it's other intractable diseases, there's no reason why Li Qingqi wouldn't mention them when diagnosing them.

So what happened to him?

Is it possible that you are broken in love? ?

No, Jing Yuan has been swaying in front of him all the time recently, how can he have time to fall in love.And even if Mu Chu wanted to form a CP for him on a whim that day, the CP object still made him yellow.

Then what's the matter with his sad look of losing love and losing his soul now?

Jing Yuan's lips turned white, he stubbornly clutched his sleeve and refused to let go, and whispered again as if pleading: "Master, can... let me stay here for a while?"

Mu Chu's heart trembled when he heard his pleading tone.

Not to mention staying here for a while, even if you ask me to kneel down for you, I will kneel immediately, there is no other way, man!

Mu Chu softened his tone, and asked cautiously: "What's wrong with you?"

With a pale face, Jing Yuan shook his head, then his eyes darkened, and he lowered his head.

Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Mu Chu couldn't ask any more questions, and he couldn't figure out the reason for Jing Yuan's sudden depression.

Mu Chu coughed lightly: "Since you're not suffering from an old illness, then I won't go to Li Qingqi anymore, can you put down my sleeve now?"

Hearing this, Jing Yuan glanced at his hand, then quickly let go of it as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and turned his head sideways.

Mu Chu lifted his clothes, sat down on the round chair, poured a cup of hot tea and pushed it to Jing Yuan, "Sit down and drink a cup of hot tea to warm up your body."

Jing Yuan obediently sat down on the round chair opposite him, held the dark green teacup in his hand with great care, occasionally raised his eyes to stare at Mu Chu, and when Mu Chu looked at him curiously, he pretended to Tsukuru turned his head nonchalantly.

Mu Chu only felt that day by day, the hero Jing Yuan's mind was becoming more and more difficult to guess, and it was becoming more and more difficult to serve him.

He didn't want to be so embarrassed shut in the same room with Jing Yuan staring at each other, so he took out a mind method and watched silently.

At first he thought that he would not be able to understand, but he didn't expect to see ten lines at a glance, which seemed to be very easy to understand.

But the way of thinking is boring after all. After reading it for a while, he felt that the words in the book were floating up, and the upper and lower eyelids kept fighting, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of the sleepy bug. fell asleep.

Jing Yuan got up, walked around very lightly and stood in front of Mu Chu, looking down at the person who was breathing lightly and sleeping lightly.

He squatted down, took away Mu Chu's "mind method" on his knee, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and sighed softly: "Fortunately, fortunately, Master is still alive."

Today's unexpected incident reminded Jing Yuan suddenly of many years ago——

In a vast expanse of snow, a seven or eight-year-old boy was lying on a bloody corpse. His silent tears fell on the corpse, fused with the blood of the corpse, and instantly froze again. His empty eyes were full of despair. staring into the distance.

In that icy world, he lost forever the only person who depended on him for life, lost the hope of existence in the world.

He should have died in the bone-chilling snow, but there was a voice in the back of his mind that kept repeating a sentence——

"If you live, there is hope."

So he survived in this world and continued to live like an old cloth bag with a hole in it.

Over the years, he has been trying to put all kinds of things into this old cloth bag with a hole, but he didn't know whether the opening of the cloth bag was too big or the things put into the bag were too small. For many years, the bag was still empty.

But now it seems something is different, Jing Yuan gently put his palm on the left chest, the heart beat there is so powerful, so strong, with the beating of the heart, he can still feel a burst of warmth.

It was no longer the cold wind blowing in from the broken opening of the cloth bag, it seemed that something had firmly blocked the broken opening.

He squatted down, looked up at Mu Chu's quiet face in the dim light, his dark eyes were full of stars twinkling in the sky.

He turned sideways quietly, leaning his head gently in the air an inch above Li Mu Chu's knee, his thin lips raised, eyebrows and eyes curved.

When Mu Chu woke up in the middle of the night, Jing Yuan had already left, and the candle on the table was burned out and life was extinguished, leaving only the black wick and a pool of candle tears.

Mu Chu stared blankly at the black wick for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers, a faint flame shot out from his fingertips.

Lean, lean, lean! ! ! !

Has he regained his spiritual power? !

Mu Chu lightly waved his hand, and the flame disappeared.He tried again several times, and found that his spiritual power had only recovered a little bit, so the spiritual power he could use was only a little bit.

But Mu Chu is not sad, not only not sad but also very happy, spiritual power has begun to recover now, can it be far from full recovery?he thought contentedly.

He stretched himself and went back to bed to continue his sweet dreams.

Ever since the student's "hand slipping" incident happened that day, Mu Chu looked at those students who were handing in their homework in the courtyard, and he was completely focused on dealing with them.

He didn't want to be sent to West Paradise to be with Buddha in advance by these guys who were supporting roles like him.

And the disciples who had heard Yu Zifang's words, "Master's temper is so good now, not only did not punish but carefully pointed out the problem when he made a mistake", and then faced Mu Chu's 12 serious cold face, a Everyone scolded Yu Zifang bloody in their hearts.

After practicing a set of swordsmanship, the disciples were sweating hot and cold, panting, and were three points more tired than removing Moweidao.

After Mu Chu usually finished reading, he just put on a serious face and commented, "Yes", "Very good", "Not bad".

After finally handing in his homework, the disciple walked out of Frostfall and Baixue Residence, and then stepped into Yu Zifang's hut with a sneer.

More than a dozen disciples said in unison: "Yu Zifang, don't run away! Let you deceive me!"

After checking the homework of other disciples, it was already the beginning of November.

This day happened to be the seventh day of November, and Jing Yuan was the last one to hand in his homework.

Mu Chu looked at the soaring figure in the courtyard, the fierce sword energy seemed to be able to pierce the air, and he couldn't help feeling, "As expected of the protagonist, even if he cultivates the same mentality as others, his cultivation level can still beat others by several points." Street. It's really the difference between naked //naked//naked// top students and bad students."

Jing Yuan withdrew his sword and put his hands behind his back, respectfully said: "Master, please give me some advice."

advice?What can I point out?Young man, in a few years, you will be able to beat your master and respect me every minute.

Mu Chu complained in his heart for a while, but his face was still cold and clear, and he said flatly: "I have made progress, but I still need to work hard."

Jing Yuan replied with a smile: "Yes."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to back down, but was stopped by Mu Chu.

"Master, what's the matter?" Jing Yuan sheathed his sword and looked at him curiously.

Mu Chu still looked aloof, he squeezed the things in his hands behind his back, and then stuffed the things in Jing Yuan's arms with determination.

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