The vicious master always loves to die

Yan Xici fell into a sleepless night, not like floating in a dream like before, but seemed to be floating outside all day, his consciousness scattered in all directions, and he didn't know how long it had passed.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, losing control of the body, like a helpless duckweed, can only passively float to an unknown place.

Fortunately, a trace of familiar fragrance pulled his consciousness and brought him back to the familiar place, and at the moment of sudden heaviness, he regained the real feeling.

He knew that he was lying down, and that there was a senior brother standing beside him, but his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open them.The whole body was filled with a familiar atmosphere, very strong, which made him very comfortable, as if he had returned to the most secure place.

A sweet and greasy taste poured into his mouth, and it turned into spiritual liquid, nourishing the soul. It was the taste of the soul nourishing pill he often took.

The warm tea was poured into the mouth, diluting the sweetness and moistening the tongue. Accompanied by waves of fiery spiritual power, he rushed into the inner palace domineeringly, repairing the damage to the body.

Master...

In the haze, he seemed to hear a sigh, which came from the apprentice who deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors, and Yan Xici couldn't help but tremble all over.

But then, he fell into a deep sleep again.It's just that this time it's no longer illusory, but wrapped in a cocoon by countless spiritual powers, which makes people sigh comfortably.

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Ji Moze put down the teacup in his hand, wiped his mouth calmly under Feng Changrong's unkind stare, and wiped away the remaining water stains: "I have passed the spiritual energy to Master, which catalyzes the absorption of the medicine, when will Master wake up? "

"It's as little as a few months, as much as... If you come back later, even Da Luo Jinxian will be hard to save." Feng Changrong snorted, but he didn't intend to hide it, "Junior brother is incomplete, I spent hundreds of years It was so easy to gather most of his soul and put him in this soul coffin for warming. As long as he doesn't leave the sect, he is safe and sound, who would have thought..." Feng Changrong squinted at the culprit, then turned his head away.

"Why did the master suffer such serious injuries, can the master master tell me?" In the past, he didn't have much interest in the past history, but now, he is eager to know what happened in the past.

Perhaps it was because the resurrection wood given by Ji Moze was effective. Although Feng Changrong was unhappy with his being too close to his junior, he didn't say much. Instead, he briefly answered Ji Moze's question and roughly talked about the cultivation world and the demon world, The grievances and struggles of the demon world.

"... In order to protect the sect from being eroded by the demon world, junior brother is willing to blew himself up and died with the devil. I went too late, and I only had time to protect the remnant soul of junior brother." Feng Changrong drooped his eyebrows, often recalling the tragic situation back then There is a kind of bone-piercing pain. The master died in battle, and only a wisp of the younger brother's soul remained. The fighting forces of the various sects suffered countless deaths and injuries, and the vitality of the cultivation world was severely damaged.If it wasn't for the help from the demon world to reverse the situation, the human world would have been occupied by demons and ghosts would have been rampant.

"Then who is 'Chu Mo'?" Unexpectedly, Ji Moze spoke, startling Feng Changrong, who was immersed in grief, and raised his head to look at him in surprise.

"Master often shouts this name in my face. Does he...look like me?" Ji Moze seemed to ask casually, but his eyes were locked on Feng Changrong, not letting go of any expression.

Feng Changrong twisted his face, especially when he heard Ji Moze's words "I often call this name", his elegant and handsome face suddenly couldn't hold back his expression: "What are you talking about!"

In fact, Yan Xici had never called out the word "Chu Mo" to Ji Moze. The reason why Ji Moze knew about it was because he read the master's memory to know the existence of such a person.What made him... was that the master not only admired and worshiped this man who had the same face as him, but also did extremely intimate things with him.Although he has already begged for it, but there is always an evil fire in his heart, which makes him eager to know the relationship between Master and that person.

"I knew it... I knew it..." Feng Changrong seemed to be in a daze, standing there alone with his face twisted and muttering to himself, "I knew that person had an indiscriminate heart for the younger brother, it's a pity When I was young, I didn't think well of my junior brother..."

"No wonder the younger brother desperately wanted to keep him..." Feng Changrong held his chest and panted heavily, probably because he was so irritated that his face turned purple.

Glancing at Ji Moze's face again, Feng Changrong's eyes turned black, as expected he shouldn't have agreed in the first place!

"Uncle?" Ji Moze originally wanted to know the other party's identity through Feng Changrong's mouth, but Feng Changrong's expression turned ferocious and frantic for a while, and glared angrily through his face from time to time.

"Hmph!" Feng Changrong was so angry with his own brain that he didn't want to speak, and the exact same face in front of him made him even more furious, and then he drove Ji Moze out of the secret room.

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Although the wooden branches Ji Moze gave were not many, they were abundant enough to make a lot of soul-inducing incense. After burning the incense day and night, Yan Xici's condition improved day by day.

But treating the symptoms is not the root cause, even if you re-condense your soul and nourish it, you still can't recover everything.For this, Feng Changrong didn't know why, for hundreds of years he had summoned souls countless times, but he still couldn't gather all the souls of his junior and senior disciples.

If they can't all condense, the master can only stay in this square inch for the rest of his life, unable to leave.

Day after day, Master's sleeping face became more and more stable, and his breathing became more and more stable, as if he was falling asleep normally.

After all, Feng Changrong is the master of the sect and cannot stay here to protect him day in and day out, and only a few people know about his younger brother, including his younger brother Ye Yixuan who only thinks that Yan Xici just likes to live in secluded places, rarely going out and disturbing him less.

In addition, Ji Moze was guarding like a wolf, and no one other than him was allowed to contact him at all. He even set up a restriction to protect the entire secret room airtight.

Perhaps it was because of the wonderful effect of the resurrection wood, after three months, the sleepy Yan Xici gradually showed signs of waking up.And this seemed to have touched a certain switch of Ji Moze. He stayed by the side every day and never left. He also sent Feng Changrong a large number of rare spiritual plant fairy grass, and asked him to refine the soul-nourishing pills for the master.

Rao Feng Changrong, who had seen countless rare treasures, was also shocked by this big hand. Looking at the countless rare spiritual herbs stacked in front of him, many of them were hard to find rare spiritual herbs, but now they are like weeds. Pile them on the ground for him to choose.

Thanks to these rare materials, Feng Changrong refined a lot of pills, and with the help of formations and soul-inducing incense, Yan Xici's recovery speed was much faster.

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When Yan Xici opened his eyes again and saw that he was in his own cave, he was stunned.

Sitting up, I didn't have that stagnant feeling on my body, my spiritual power was full, and I was surrounded by rich spiritual power, which was extremely comfortable.

"Am I sleepy?" Yan Xici covered his still drowsy head, unable to distinguish the dream from reality for a moment.He clearly remembered that he was imprisoned in the hall by Ji Moze, why did he go back to his cave now, or did he accidentally travel through the dream again?

There are no traces on the body, and there are no restraints on the ankles. She is dressed in a cloud of soft silk, which is as close to the body as the second skin, and is more comfortable to wear than before.

The jade basin on the side was filled with a clear spiritual spring, and on the table were his favorite Xuan Lingguo and soul-nourishing pills that were more jade-like than before.The tea in the jade pot was still hot, with a hint of tea fragrance, after drinking it and rinsing, the teeth were full of mellow aroma.

Everything was so orderly, Yan Xici sensed it with his divine sense, but he couldn't find a single person.

"Could it be Xingyao?" No one was found, so Yan Xici could only rely on guesswork.Back then, in order not to let the big apprentice feel sad for him, he forced people to leave his teacher and rushed to other peaks to establish his own family. He also greeted the elders of the sect and asked them to send as many big apprentices as possible, just to prevent him from being a teacher with himself. Deep affection.

In the beginning, Xingyao came to Tianwu Peak to serve his master from time to time, but later he was frequently dispatched down the mountain. In addition, the master deliberately alienated him, and later on he seldom saw each other, which also fit Yan Xici's wishes.

While eating the Lingguo Pills on the table, Yan Xici was a little confused about the situation, until a pair of hands suddenly appeared from his waist and firmly encircled him, almost making his heart stop beating in fright.

"Master, I never thought that it was the disciple who did everything..." The familiar voice was full of grievances, leaning on Yan Xici's shoulder, as if acting like a baby.

"Go away!" Yan Xici reached out to break the salty pig's trotters from his waist, but to no avail, he was strangled so hard to breathe.

Ji Moze hugged the master and didn't let go. When the master was about to wake up, he carried him back to Tianwu Peak, because Feng Changrong didn't want the master to find out that he had a physical problem.He guarded the master's side day and night, never sleeping or resting.But the moment the master opened his eyes, he was timid, because he didn't want to see the master showing disgust and disgust to him.

But when the master called out Lu Xingyao's name, an unknown flame of jealousy burned layer upon layer, and he couldn't help showing his figure, holding the master in his arms, letting the master struggle or loathe , he didn't want to let go.

"Let go, let go!" Yan Xici was suffocated by the hug, and he patted the iron tongs on his waist instead of pinching him. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't tear his two claws apart. His face was livid.

Ji Moze seemed to have found it after losing it, and tried his best to confirm that Master was alive and awake.But hugging and touching, I couldn't put it down, and then recalled the countless fiery lingering times, and I couldn't bear to let go.

When he touched it, he lost control, ignored the frightened and angry eyes of the master, picked him up horizontally, carried him all the way to the beauty's couch, and put him down gently.

Yan Xici was stiff all over, terrified, and when he was put on the bed, he hastily shrank back, trying in vain to avoid the coming attack.

However, there was no violent wind and rain as expected, he was gently laid flat, covered with a quilt, and fed warm tea and soul nourishing pills.Until the collar was opened, the slightly cool soft towel wiped the upper body, bringing a burst of dampness and numbness, and the numbness went all the way to the top of the head.

"Master, you have been sleeping for a long time, and my apprentice wiped your body for you. I will go to Lingquan when Master is better." Ji Moze smiled, and the soft towel slowly wiped every inch of skin, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily , without missing any places.

Yan Xici's whole body was numb from this action called rubbing his body, but his face was ashen, and the familiar hot tide slowly surged up and burned.

"Enough..." Yan Xici's face darkened, he tried his best to suppress the panting in his throat, trying to push people away.

"Master, don't worry, this disciple wipes the master's body every day, and he is very skilled. Please also relax your body... This disciple will not hurt the master."

Yan Xici almost passed away with anger, and stretched out his hands in vain to push back. The protest was ineffective, and the resistance was fruitless. Ji Moze pressed him on the bed and wiped it thoroughly.

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