perfect male number two

It's freezing cold, in the wilderness.

The jagged dead branches look like evil fingers and claws, and the vision of the fleeing people shakes. Those dead branches seem to be living creatures, blocking the only way to pass, premeditated to kill.

Wu Yue tripped over a vine and fell into a bush of thorns. The pain in his heart spread with his struggle.

"Master! Master!" Wu Yue wailed.

But the more anxious he was, the more he lost his mind, the tighter the vines entangled.

The old man with a rosacea turned his head and exclaimed, "Wild monkey!"

"Master, I'm in pain!" Wu Yue couldn't stop crying when he saw his master running towards him.

He was only six years old, and he was far from being a man.The strength of a half-hearted person is probably the result of gritting one's teeth when no one is watching, but once someone gives a little love, all the spoiled childishness will be shown.

Master hastily tore away the vines, his palm was pierced and he didn't even frown.

He held Wu Yue's bloody ankle with distress, and asked, "Wild monkey, can you go?"

Although he was inquiring, he had already thrown the burden to his chest, and was about to leave his back to the little beggar who had no relatives or relatives.

"I can go!" Wu Yue stubbornly shook his head firmly.

After that, he got up and limped forward.

The master had nothing to do with him, so he chased after him and told him, "Don't fall again!"

Farther away, a hundred tentacles of the snare wriggled forward in the valley, bringing an ominous atmosphere.

Their master and apprentice have been running away for three years, and they are always exhausted.

Last month, the master took him to Qixingzhai and begged to take him in.But one of them is a bad old man who stepped into the coffin with one leg, and the other is a little beggar who can't see any wisdom. The doorman didn't even bother to inform the pavilion master, so he drove them away politely.

For this day of delay on the mountain, the relentless snare draws nearer.Wu Yue could even smell his body, so he tossed and turned at night, unable to sleep peacefully.

"Master..." Wu Yue was so sleepy that he was dying, but his heart was beating in fear, and he asked anxiously, "Are you really not leaving?"

"I can't walk anymore," the master patted him lightly, coaxing him to sleep: "Go to sleep for a while, I will tell you to hurry."

The fragrance of the straw on the master's body and the mellowness of the turbid wine are mixed together to give a sense of peace of mind.

Wu Yue greedily burrowed into the old man's arms, wanting to ask for more blessings, but still couldn't heal his heart palpitations, so he could only express his worry in a low voice: "But the evil spirits will chase after him..."

"Not so fast." Master Xu Shi was exhausted, unscrewed the wine gourd, and took a generous sip.

Then he shook his head, leaving nothing but empty sounds and sighs.

The old man feels that the child is suffering, and the child feels that the old man is tired.Wu Yue secretly vowed to buy a lot of wine for the master when he was successful in the future.

"Master..." Wu Yue couldn't fall asleep, and began to think: "Why didn't you tell that person that I have enlightened wisdom? If I acted more usefully, would he let us in?"

Master reprimanded: "You are still young, what kind of wisdom do you use! Let's talk about it in a few years!"

"But I'm clearly enlightened!" Wu Yue was stubborn.I still vaguely remember Kaihui's master's amazed expression that day.

"Don't mention this matter again, and the immortal technique is not allowed to be used again." The master no longer patted him lightly, but slapped him viciously on the buttocks, which can be described as quite severe.

Wu Yue bared his teeth at him in pain, he is a wild monkey with only temper.

The old man had no choice but to use the strategy of delaying the attack, and reasoned in a good voice: "Master is doing it for your own good, you have to be obedient."

"En." Wu Yue lowered his head sullenly, biting his lips and thinking about whether his little self could be used in other ways to help the master relieve his worries.

After thinking about it, he was finally sleepy.Eyelids fight, falling into a long-lost dreamland.

He was awakened by a snare.

Hundreds of giant eyes opened together, shining with faint purple light.The exuberant demon power illuminates the bloody mouth, showing a frightening red.

"Master! Master!"

Little Wu Yue wailed and cried, watching helplessly as a tentacle dragged Master's ankle close to Jukou.

"Wild monkey... run..."

The time of death is approaching, the old man is calm.

"Run east, don't stop..."

He was a little closer to the bloody mouth, and there was not much time left for him to say his last words.

"Don't use fairy art, don't use spiritual power..." He said the last sentence: "Remember, remember..."

He closed his mouth, and the frightening red light disappeared.

Wu Yue stood in the darkness, surrounded by giant eyes with malicious intentions.

He can't escape.

Who ever thought that the red light will come back!

This time it wasn't Xie Chong who opened his huge mouth, but the skin on its body was cracked.

The domineering spiritual power rushed towards the face, bursting the huge net woven by the demon power.

Wu Yue was dumbfounded, he had never seen his master use such a powerful spell.

But he soon realized that this was the old man's desperate effort to put his life's cultivation on the line.

The world fell into silence, and the disturbance of spiritual power and the smell of the bad old man could no longer be felt.The evil stump bounced and squirmed, trying to put itself back together.

Wu Yue fled eastward, tears rolled down like broken beads, and he didn't care to wipe them off.

……

"Master! Master!"

Liu Yanqing woke up in the middle of the night, and it was actually Wu Yue beside her who was talking in her sleep.

I don't know what kind of nightmare he had, but the shivering appearance of the usually arrogant bastard was like a quail fished out of an ice cave, and the man's hoarse mourning was more painful than the girl's pear blossom crying with rain.

"Junior brother?" Liu Yanqing wanted to wake him up, but it didn't work.

He had no choice but to change the name and try to call: "A Yue?"

Wu Yue got better, subconsciously sought warmth, hugged his brother's waist and refused to let go.

The strength is so great that it almost breaks its hoop.

Liu Yanqing grinned in pain. In terms of brute strength, he would never be able to compete with this bastard.After hesitating for a long time between casting a spell to teach him a lesson and convincing others with virtue, he finally chose the latter softly.

Hey... Thinking about it carefully, I never actually beat him up.

Liu Yanqing helplessly stroked his junior brother's strong back, feeling like a hard-working old woman, the only way left is to coax the child well.

Wu Yue woke up for a long time, his head stuck in his brother's arms and refused to come out.It wasn't until the muscles in his whole body gradually relaxed, and the curled up legs became loose, that he broke free from the terrible nightmare.

"Ayue?" The confinement of the iron arm was comparable to a torture, Liu Yanqing was overwhelmed, and seized the opportunity to shout again.

This time Wu Yue woke up more easily, and responded between half asleep and half awake: "Huh?"

Realizing that he almost broke his senior brother, he consciously adjusted his posture so that both of them could be more comfortable.

Liu Yanqing supported her waist in pain, not forgetting to care: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"En." Wu Yue nodded, reached out with a big hand, and grasped his waist in a sensible way.

The masseuse is very professional, and it's not the same as Liu Yanqing's few massages.He felt the comfortable fingering on his waist, and then gave birth to a trace of this kid's sensible ironing, and put his two heads together softly whispering: "Did you dream about Master?"

"Maybe I miss him too much." Wu Yue smiled wryly.

Liu Yanqing murmured: "It's good to see it in a dream."

"No, I don't have any pleasant memories." Wu Yue shook his head: "As long as I can remember, I have been hunted down by evil spirits, hiding in Tibet, eating and sleeping in the open, never daring to stay."

"It's a pity that I didn't understand anything at that time. I didn't know that the master suffered for me in the end, and he would lose the chain and cry from time to time."

"It's okay..." Liu Yanqing didn't know what to say, so she could only repeat the routine of coaxing the child: "It's all over..."

"It's okay," Wu Yue comforted himself, and after a short massage, he hugged him with all his hands and feet, and rubbed his face: "Now I have a senior brother."

Liu Yanqing indulged the emotional child without bottom line, not only did not curse, but also took advantage of the situation to hug her, so as to put her slumped arms.

Wu Yue hadn't completely got rid of the nightmare, hugged him for a while, and asked with lingering fear: "Brother won't be taken away by evil spirits, right?"

"What are you thinking?" Liu Yanqing felt insulted, and asked, "Am I that good?"

I am a man who wants to become a demon king!

Wu Yue was puzzled: "What is a dish?"

Liu Yanqing explained patiently: "Cai... means very weak."

His rough comfort had an effect, Wu Yue suddenly felt relieved, and replied with a smile: "That senior brother is not good."

"Hmph!" Liu Yanqing snorted triumphantly.

"That's great..." Wu Yue hugged him tiredly, and said with emotion: "Senior brother doesn't care, and I don't care. In this way, no one can separate us."

Liu Yanqing reminded vigilantly: "Don't say it as if I have already agreed."

Wu Yue buried his head in his arms and laughed "giggling", inexplicably conceited: "Brother will agree sooner or later."

Liu Yanqing was so angry that she grabbed his face and asked, "Who gave you a big face? Are you handsome or a good cook? Do I have to live with you?"

Wu Yue Houjing is willing to take care of his brother's fragile self-esteem as a man on the bed, and he doesn't fight back when he suffers, but just cries and begs for mercy, covering the painful half of his face and muttering: "Everything is good, brother, it's a pity that you are a little stupid, look I don't understand my own heart."

"See if I don't beat you to death!" Liu Yanqing barked her teeth and claws, wanting to pinch the other side of the face again.

The two had a fight under the quilt, and Wu Yue deliberately let the water go, but he didn't escape in the end, and fell asleep with a satisfied face swollen.

This time there was no snare in the dream, and it changed to another sweet taste.

……

Wu Yue never expected that he would dream of snares twice in one night.

In the dream, the snare snatched away his most important person again, and the grown-up boy became insane. He raised his sword and chased him for hundreds of miles. His hands were covered in blood and his eyes were red.

Wherever they passed, all the lives were covered with charcoal, sand and stones flew away, and only a piece of scorched earth remained.For a while, he couldn't figure out who was more like a demon, he or Luo Luo.

Wu Yue woke up again!

It was dark outside, and the bedding around me was cold.

No one hugged him and coaxed him softly, and no one played childish tearing games with him.

Brother is gone!

Wu Yue lifted the blanket and searched the entire yard like a headless chicken, but found nothing.

Impossible... Brother's legs and feet are just right, so he can't walk very far.With such a soft heart, he would never do anything to run away without his junior brother.

They have not used their spiritual power, and it is unlikely that they will attract the pursuit of the immortals.Even if someone ran into a dead mouse blindly, with the cultivation base of senior brother, there is no one in the immortal sect who is capable of taking it away quietly.

In this way, the only possibility left is the magic way.

By the way... snare!

No one knows that it has been cultivating for hundreds of years, its magic skills are profound, treacherous and treacherous, and it has been staring at Neidan for more than ten years, and it will never give up easily.

If it chases after it, it should be able to compete with the senior brother, not to mention that the two of them still have festivals!

It can only be it!

Wu Yue calmed down and tried to breathe.

Unsurprisingly, catching wisps of the familiar stench in the air comes from the snare.

Thinking of his master's death, his blood was completely cold.