Abusive text substitutes to cultivate ruthless way

Li Siyuan looked a little unnatural: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Mu Zhi unwrapped the oiled paper bag.

Inside the oiled paper bag are pieces of pastries, which are shaped into delicate flowers, with bright colors and a tangy fragrance, which makes people move their thumbs when they see it.

Mu Zhi had never seen such a beautiful pastry, and he couldn't believe it when he was happy: "Is this really for me?"

Li Siyuan lowered his head, and met a pair of round eyes, innocent and sincere, without any impurities.Such a look is not something a person with a vicious mind can have.

He hesitated, but soon became firm.

Yaozu is deceitful and good at disguising.

Don't be fooled.

Besides, Elder Lu should teach him a lesson because he can't come to teach.

Li Siyuan changed his mind, turned his face away from looking at Mu Zhi, and said harshly: "I'll give it to you, what can I ask?" He paused, and said deliberately, "Could it be that you Are you disgusted?"

Mu Zhi's eyes sparkled, holding the pastry as if he had found a treasure.Hearing what Li Siyuan said, he quickly explained: "No, I like it very much..." He was a little shy, "There are no such beautiful pastries in our place. You are so kind."

Li Siyuan's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, it changed again: "This is a mortal pastry I brought back from outside the mountain, so it's not good for others to know."

Mu Zhi nodded obediently, and said in a low voice, "I know, I won't tell others that you gave it to me."

He thought that he and Li Siyuan had a common secret, and felt that the relationship between the two of them had become much closer.

Muzhi is pure and kind by nature, and thinks that there are good things to share, so he said generously, "Then let's eat together."

Li Siyuan was taken aback for a moment, and replied bluntly: "No need."

Mu Zhi blinked: "Oh..."

Li Siyuan thought that Mu Zhi would eat this pastry, but when he turned around, he saw that Mu Zhi had wrapped the oiled paper bag back and put it away carefully.

An impatience flashed across Li Siyuan's eyebrows, and he asked, "What are you doing?"

Mu Zhi tilted his head and said, "I want to take it back to Changming Peak."

Since coming to Changming Peak, Li Siyuan was the first person to show kindness to him.Mu Zhi cherished it very much, and was reluctant to eat the pastry so easily.

Li Siyuan was restless, glanced at the group of people who were watching the excitement, and said roughly: "It's up to you!"

After speaking, he flung his sleeves and walked out.

Mu Zhi blinked his eyes puzzled.

Are humans all this weird?

Immortal Venerable is like this, and so is Li Siyuan.

Sometimes they are good, sometimes they are fierce, just like the unpredictable sky, people can't guess whether it will be sunny or rainy at the next moment.

How strange.

Mu Zhi couldn't figure it out, so he stopped asking for trouble.

He touched the pastry in his pocket, and felt that the cold eyes he had endured in the Disciple Hall were not so uncomfortable, at least someone would still treat him well.

Mu Zhi pursed her lips and secretly laughed.

Li Siyuan took a look, and Mu Zhi's smirk fell into his eyes, and for some reason, his chest felt even more distressed.

He talked about the situation: "He didn't eat the pastry, he said he wanted to bring it back to Changming Peak, or else...forget it?"

Others booed for a while.

"How can I forget it!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Li, aren't you feeling sorry for him?"

Mu Zhi was lively and cute. Before knowing his true identity, many people had other ideas.

But now after such an experience, and being secretly fueled by Lu Shanyue, the disciples in the Disciple Hall feel that Mu Zhi's thoughts are vicious, not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Li Siyuan ignored the strangeness in his heart, and explained in a cold voice: "I'm just worried that after the incident, I will be discovered by the Immortal Master Changming."

"laugh--"

"Changming Immortal Venerable doesn't like him. Besides, we just teach him a little lesson, nothing will happen."

"Exactly! Who made him jealous to target Elder Lu."

Li Siyuan was gradually convinced after listening to others' words.He had one more question, though: "What did you put in the pastry?"

Others faltered.

Under Li Siyuan's persecution, a man with erratic eyes replied, "It's a medicine I secretly took from Elder Lu."

Li Siyuan was taken aback: "Poison?"

Although he doesn't like Mu Zhi, it's not enough to take Mu Zhi's life.

The disciple hurriedly waved his hand: "How is it possible? It's not a poison-drug, it's a Gu worm that can steal his voice."

"In this way, it will save him from suing everywhere and bullying Elder Lu."

Li Siyuan frowned: "Does Elder Lu know?"

The disciple said naturally: "I don't know. Elder Lu is kind-hearted. If he knows, he will definitely stop us."

Since it is not a poison-drug, Li Siyuan is relieved.He took another look at Mu Zhi, and finally hardened his heart.

Probably because Wutong Township is peaceful and peaceful, without outside intrigues, and even a group of newly hatched bird monsters are raised innocently and ignorant of world affairs.

Because of this, Mu Zhi has no defense against people, let alone any dark thoughts, and is completely unaware of everything happening outside.

The day's class is finally over.

Mu Zhi happily returned to Changming Peak.

Under the twilight, Changming Peak was deserted, without any popularity.

Gu Lingyun was not there, and the little boy Sansao disappeared, only the branches and dead leaves were left rustling.

As Mu Zhi walked all the way, the tip of his nose turned red from the cold wind.He quickened his pace, returned to the residence trembling, and curled up on the small couch.

After finally recovering, he felt hungry and sleepy.

The sweeping boy didn't know where he went, and he didn't prepare anything.

If it was the past, Mu Zhi could only starve himself, relying on spiritual energy to wait until the next day.But today was different. He touched from his arms and took out an oiled paper bag.

Mu Zhi was very careful, even after a long time, the pastry in the oiled paper bag was still intact.He picked up a small piece and took a bite.

Mu Zhi's cheeks bulged, and he sighed sincerely: "It's so delicious."

He had never eaten something so delicious.

Soft and glutinous, melts in the mouth, sweeter than honey.

Mu Zhi took another bite and tasted it seriously.

Gu Lingyun's cultivation base is very high, and he has been fasting many years ago, drinking the wind and eating the dew without being contaminated by the world.

He doesn't care about food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and even takes care of the cleaning boy, and usually brings bigu medicine to Mu Zhi.

Mu Zhi once thought that this is how human beings eat.

Until now, he has eaten the best and sweetest things.

Because delicious food is rare, Mu Zhi eats slowly.

But no matter how slow it is, there will be time to finish eating.He didn't even let go of the crumbs on his fingers, licked them, and glanced at the remaining pastries reluctantly.

I really want to eat another piece.

No, it can't be done, such a delicious thing should be left to the immortal to eat together.

Mu Zhi took a few more glances, and after looking at plums to quench his thirst for a while, he put away the remaining pastries and waited for the immortal to come back to share them.

He has never seen the world, and he only wants to give all the things he thinks are good to the people he likes.

So innocent.

Naive to a little stupid.

Mu Zhi leaned against the window, watching the moon in the sky rising little by little, and the night sinking little by little.

He felt sleepy, waited and waited, and fell asleep on the table.

In a daze, Mu Zhi felt a scorching breath rising from his abdomen, and after a while of swimming, it gradually came to his throat.

Mu Zhi was very uncomfortable, closed his eyes and murmured meaninglessly: "Hot...so hot...so painful..."

There seemed to be a fire burning in Mu Zhi's throat.

Hot, dry, burning pain.

Even though it was late at night in cold autumn, he was dripping with sweat abruptly.

Mu Zhi struggled for a while, then forcefully opened his eyes.

His whole body was exhausted, his lips were pale, and he lost his strength and sat there blankly.

It hurts.

It was different from the pain I experienced yesterday. This pain came from the depths of the soul. It seemed that a hole had been torn open in the soul, and an invisible thing was continuously being sucked away.

There is no way to prevent this "loss".

Mu Zhi touched his throat with his fingers, and opened his lips to signal: "Ah——"

He is the best singing bird in Wutong Township.

The voice is sweet and melodious, as crisp as pearls and jade colliding.

But now, his voice was like a broken bellows, and he exhausted all his strength to make a broken sound.

Mu Zhi's face was flustered, and he tried to make a sound again.

But no matter how many times I try, the result is the same.

His voice was hoarse.

After realizing this, Mu Zhi couldn't stop shaking.He stuck his fingers into his mouth, trying to spit out the contents of his throat in this way.

Useless.

Still nothing has changed.

After retching for a while, Mu Zhi lay on the side of the couch, staring blankly at a spot on the ground.

It must have been a nightmare.

When you wake up from the dream, it will be back to its original state.

Mu Zhi pinched himself hard, leaving a red mark on his fair skin.

He wanted to wake up from the nightmare, but when he opened his eyes, he still faced the same facts as before.

This means that this is not a dream, everything is real.

His voice was broken and he struggled to speak, let alone sing.

Mu Zhi didn't know what happened, and didn't know what to do, he could only shrink in the corner, sobbing softly.

He was so scared.

It would be great if the immortal was here.

Mu Zhi was extremely eager to see Gu Lingyun.

In his opinion, Gu Lingyun can help him solve the source of all pain and heal his throat.

Gu Lingyun came under the moonlight, and when he stepped into it, he saw Mu Zhi in a daze.

It seemed that every time he saw Mu Zhi, he was embarrassed.

This time, his face was pale, and the hair on his forehead was messy, as if he had lost his soul.

Gu Lingyun frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Mu Zhi raised his head and came back to his senses.He was like a man who fell into the water grabbing the last straw, and desperately said: "Xianzun, my voice is hoarse, I can't sing anymore..." He almost burst into tears, "Xianzun, can you help me?" Help me, my voice is hoarse..."

Mu Zhi likes to sing.

It is the nature of birds to sing.

Whether happy or sad, any emotion can be expressed through singing.

To Mu Zhi, the fact that he could not sing was like a piece of his body had been cut out, leaving him empty.

But Gu Lingyun didn't know, he lowered his eyes, like a god who is not close to the fireworks in the world, and asked condescendingly: "Is this important?"

Mu Zhi stared blankly at the figure in front of him, forgetting what he was going to say next.