Reborn my man

Seeing the figure of the child running away, Wen Zimu, who had been holding on for a long time and couldn't hold it any longer, finally breathed a sigh of relief.It doesn't matter to him, as long as the child can live in peace, it doesn't matter what he wants.

His hands and feet softened, and under the fierce palm of a killer, Wen Zimu received another slap on his injured chest. He even heard a crackling sound, probably the sound of broken ribs, and a mouthful of thick blood gushed out again, paralyzed. fell to the ground.

As soon as the killers swarmed up, Wen Zimu closed his eyes helplessly, fearing that his life would be lost today, he clenched his fist tightly, thinking in his heart: Dad, mother, Zimu is here to accompany you.Do it, take care of yourself...

Suddenly there was a faint scent of flowers in my ears, and the sound of a huge object falling to the ground was immediately remembered around me. Before I opened my eyes, I only heard a man's charming and teasing voice: "This kid, he is not as good as our master and apprentice!" It's fate, we have met again!"

"Master, you..."

"Shut up!" The man snorted proudly, "This time I used Mixiang as a teacher, so I didn't kill anyone, okay?"

"You..."

These two voices...

Wen Zimu quickly opened his eyes, only to see the mysterious pair of master and apprentice who appeared in front of his eyes again half a month ago, one black and one white, the man in black was handsome and steady, and the man in white was charming and charming, the difference was that this This time, instead of riding on one horse, they rode two horses apart.

"You are..." Just as he was about to ask for the name of the savior to thank him, his body failed, and he coughed violently again, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, the man in black got off his horse immediately, came to Wen Zimu's side with a kind face, touched his chest, turned his head and frowned and said, "Master, he seems to have been seriously injured, with two broken ribs."

The man in white who was replaced by the man in black sighed frivolously when he heard the words, and slowly got off his horse and came to Wen Zimu's side. He looked down at Wen Zimu and asked, "Boy, you are so young that you have been beaten by people over and over again." Chasing and killing, and all of them are dead soldiers who don't want to die, who are you?"

Wen Zimu breathed lightly, took a deep breath and prepared to answer, but the man in white shook his head and continued to say with a charming smile: "Your life is really great. It's not bad that you are still alive at this point. It looks like your skeleton is tall and straight, but Xi Jinping A man of martial arts?"

Nodding his head, Wen Zimu asked in a low voice, "May I ask who you are?"

Seeing that the man in white is unrestrained and casual, and the man in black is chivalrous and restrained, walking together, he really doesn't look like a layman in the world of mortals, but like a real cultivator in a remote mountain.

"My name is Chu Zheng." The man in black explained gently: "He is my master. Have you heard of Luo Qianxun, the lord of Luoling Palace 15 years ago? That's it."

Wen Zimu shook his head suspiciously, he had never heard of Luo Qianxun, nor had he heard of the existence of Luo Ling Palace.

Luo Qianxun felt that he had lost his face when he saw it, smiled coldly, and said with disdain: "Looking at your figure, you can tell that you are just a rich man, and you have never been out of the world, right? Otherwise, how could you not know me, Mr. Qianxun?" name?"

"Master, don't make trouble." Chu Zheng shook his head angrily and amusedly when he heard the words, "This kid is still injured, why are you fighting with him?"

"Who is competing with him!" Luo Qianxun arrogantly glanced at the precious apprentice, and said coldly, "Boy, what's your name?"

Wen Zimu knew that the two men in front of him had peerless martial arts, and he was secretly on guard in front of them, not daring to offend them easily. Now when he asked himself a question, although his chest hurts, he still answered honestly : "My name is Wen Zimu..."

"Wen Zimu." As if enjoying himself, Luo Qianxun smiled casually: "Since you have fallen to this point, there must be no one at home? Then I appreciate your good body, and I, a silly apprentice, want to To accept an apprentice, are you willing to follow our master and apprentice?"

Wen Zimu was taken aback for a moment, and his mind didn't turn around for a while.

Chu Zheng explained gently: "We live in seclusion on a snow mountain far away from here. We have been hiding from the world for a long time. If you are willing to go with us, we guarantee that you will not be hunted down everywhere again, and you will be safe and sound. Alive. Of course, the premise is that you must be willing, and our Luoling Palace does not accept forced disciples."

Only then did Wen Zimu understand what they said. It turned out that these two people actually wanted to take him as a disciple. In fact, to be honest, he was only one step away from death in this situation. If he could leave them, he might still survive, but if he did If so, what should I do?

"I am willing!" Wen Zimu agreed before he had time to think about it, quickly took Chu Zheng's hand, and whispered in his mouth: "Please, I have a younger brother, he is right in front, please help me go Find him, and together we can..."

Luo Qianxun interrupted him, and said forcefully: "No, we only need one disciple, and we will never accept another!"

"Master." Chu Zheng looked up at the dazzling man beside him, and said with a warm smile, "Take them all back, okay? You usually love me the most, so just listen to me this time, okay? "

"But..." Luo Qianxun couldn't get the baby disciple's charming smile to act coquettishly. After gritting his teeth for a long time, he couldn't say anything if he refused. Wen Zimu, who was dying on the ground, said, "Let go! Who will allow you to hold my man?"

Wen Zimu didn't come up in one breath, his violent cough almost killed him.

What did he hear?

"Stop messing around, master." Chu Zheng helplessly followed Wen Zimu's back, hugged him and put him on his horse's back. Walk in the direction Wen Zimu pointed.

Wen Zimu was bouncing on the horse's back, and soon fell into the boundless darkness.

After an unknown period of time, a suspicious voice suddenly came from my ear, "Enen ah ah" is extremely strange.

When Wen Zimu opened his eyes and slowly regained consciousness, he saw that he was sleeping on a bed in an inn room. The quilt under him was extremely comfortable. He hadn't slept in such a comfortable bed for a long time. He enjoyed it very much. He closed his eyes again, lest he was dreaming.

It's just that there always seems to be a low voice coming from my ear.

"Um... ah... no..."

"Master, be good, take it easy, I'm coming in..."

"what……"

Wen Zimu stared dumbfounded, and saw a round rosewood table in the center of his room. At this time, there was a man's white and sexy naked body lying charmingly on the round table, and another man's strong body His body was pressed against the slender man, and his thin waist was moving back and forth.

This should be Wushan Yunyu mentioned in the book, but two big men, no matter what!

Without taking a breath, Wen Zimu almost fainted, only felt that his face was about to burn and bleed, but the two men in the room didn't feel the slightest feeling of being peeped at, and they were already engaged in fiery, ah ah ah ah ah shame dead.

Wen Zimu felt ashamed, quickly covered his eyes and turned around to continue pretending to sleep.Turning around, there was a beautiful young boy resolutely lying on the bed.

"Fuck!" Wen Zimu immediately sat up excitedly, pulled the sleeping child into his arms and hugged him, it was great, he was finally with Gangan again, thank God they were all fine !

Immediately there were two more exclamations in the room. Accompanied by these exclamations, Xiao Qiansheng rubbed his eyes and woke up. His sleepy eyes naturally saw the fiery scene on the table in the middle of the room.

He frowned suspiciously, looked up at Wen Zimu and asked, "Mumu, what are they doing?"

Wen Zimu: "..."

Luo Qianxun's face was like a peach petal, with tears in his eyes, he bit the scoundrel disciple's shoulder: "Bastard! Please don't mess around!"