The vicious master always loves to die

The former Yan Xici did not intend to stain any of Ji Moze's 'golden fingers', but instead put a lot of good things in the Yifu, in order to 'encourage the growth of seedlings'.

But now, he was grandiose, jumping repeatedly in front of Ji Moze, blatantly mocking and insulting, pressing Ji Moze's self-esteem to the ground and crushing back and forth.If it wasn't for the Nether Realm that he couldn't enter, maybe he would break through the void gate in seconds, enter the Nether Hall, and mess it up.

On the couch, how can others snore and sleep, after such an operation, Ji Moze will definitely go crazy.

"Ji Moze, you still don't do what I ordered you to do?" The lazy tone, with a little laziness and sarcasm, came from the depths of the steaming mist, "Even such small things can't be done well, what a shame!" So disappointing."

"Yes..." There was a long silence outside before Ji Moze's hoarse voice sounded, and then the footsteps faded away, and it seemed a little unsteady.

Tsk, Ji Moze's aquarist in the original book became a fish-enemy. When he saw Ji Moze's face, he would swim up from the depths of the Lingquan and attack Ji Moze indiscriminately. Lingyu stimulates Ji Moze's plan.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came from outside again. It seemed that Ji Moze had completed the task.

"Go and clean and fillet the fish." Ji Moze stood outside, unable to see clearly through the fog.Yan Xici frowned, and ordered in a cold voice.

"...Okay." Ji Moze turned hoarsely, turned and left slowly.

Yan Xici raised his hand, and brushed the winding wet hair behind his ears, revealing his cheeks that had been steamed pink by the heat.Take out the juice made from the spirit grass from Sumeria mustard and put it aside, then take out some Xuanling fruit and throw it into the mouth to wait for the pulp to melt, and wait for Ji Moze to bring in the fish.

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to make wine, and the spirit fruit that can be eaten is rare, so he can't bear it at all.Otherwise, a cup of wine, a plate of sashimi, soaked in hot springs lingering with spiritual energy, wouldn't it be beautiful.

Not long after, footsteps sounded outside again, Yan Xici stretched his arms, and lay comfortably on the stone wall by the spring, using the support behind him to let himself sink and float with the waves.

But after waiting for a long time, Ji Moze did not come in.

With a sweep of consciousness, Ji Moze stood at the entrance of the cave with his head down, motionless.

"Get in here." A low, angry shout sounded, and it exploded in Ji Moze's ear, making him shiver.

Step by step, slow and slow.

The fog was thick and dense, and the vision was blurred.In the middle of nowhere, Ji Moze's figure appeared, passed through the mist, and stood on the other side of the pool.

Being in the water, his gaze lowered a bit, Yan Xici raised his head and squinted, raised his hand, and pointed at the jade plate that had been prepared beside him.

Even though the distance was only a few steps away, Ji Moze walked very slowly, which made Yan Xici very impatient: "Hurry up!"

Approaching, Ji Moze squatted down slowly at a stuck-like speed, and then a few fish fillets of uneven thickness were placed on the jade plate, which did not look very good.

"Useless things, even fish fillets can't be sliced ​​well." Yan Xici sneered coldly, then took jade chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, dipped it in grass juice, and put it in his mouth.

The salty and fragrant juice combines with the slightly sweet fish meat, transforming into aura and entering the body, leaving only a mouthful of fragrance, Yan Xici was excited to eat, and quickly ate up all the fish fillets.

The aura of the spirit fish is not strong, but it is delicious and sweet, plus soaking in the hot spring, countless spiritual mist nourishes the body along the pores, making Yan Xici feel refreshed and drowsy.The drowsiness he hadn't seen for a long time gradually came to him, and he decided to get up and go back to the cave to have a good sleep.

'Wow——' The white and flexible body broke through the water, causing a burst of water ripples, large water droplets were brought out of the water, and slowly dripped along the arc of the body, melting into the water.

"Hmm..." Maybe it was because he ate too much, maybe it was because he had soaked in the hot spring for a long time, Yan Xici felt a little dizzy, couldn't help but staggered a few steps while holding his forehead, and almost fell to the ground.

Is it really dizzy after soaking for too long?Also, in order to wait for the fish fillet, he soaked it longer than usual, and absorbed more spiritual energy...

He wanted to take a few steps to get the robe hanging at the side, but was surrounded by a burst of dizziness and fell down.

Unexpectedly, he fell back into the spring, and Ji Moze caught him from behind.He was used to enjoying the gowns made of fine silk and satin, but the sudden contact with some rough cloth rubbed his skin, which actually made him feel uncomfortable.

"Master..."

Suddenly, he saw Ji Moze staring at him fiercely, his red eyes were like wild beasts, his facial features were distorted ferociously, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.Yan Xici was startled, and wanted to turn over and push him away, but for some reason, his body was as heavy as iron, and he couldn't figure out the trick.

"Master is not feeling well... let the disciples... take good care of the master..." Ji Moze's voice became lower and hoarse, and the strength in his hands became stronger, Yan Xici was immobilized by the hoop.

"You... moved your hands and feet?" It was only at this moment that Yan Xici realized that something was wrong. The spiritual power in his body was stagnant, and he couldn't even figure out a basic formula.

Could it be that his hatred was too high, and Ji Moze rebelled ahead of time and wanted to kill his teacher? ?

He has thought of thousands of possibilities, such as stepping on a flying sword, showing a vicious villain smile to Ji Moze, who has returned from the Mahayana for revenge, making taunts, and then being pierced by a sword; or trying to humiliate and crush him as a 'master', Arouse the humiliation buried deep in Ji Moze's heart, and be pierced by a sword; no matter how heroic, he will rush up and be pierced by a sword... In short, he must die with dignity, style, and death fit his identity.The only thing he didn't expect was that he would look naked and embarrassed before he died, which made Yan Xici, who had always paid attention to face, pale, and wished he could be violent and die with Ji Moze.

But now, let alone raising his hand, he couldn't even move, like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Just a moment ago, he was soaking in the hot spring and eating fish fillets, but in the blink of an eye, he became the fish that was about to be sliced. Is this a karmic cycle, and the retribution is not good...

Consciousness is getting more and more blurred, but there is still a trace of sanity left, which can perceive the surroundings.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't get a sharp pain in my chest, but I was picked up, and my whole body was thrown up and down, and I didn't know where I was being taken.

When he was put down again, the cold and hard touch under his body made him shiver uncontrollably. He tried hard to open his eyes and look around, but he saw only a halo of light, and couldn't see anything clearly.

Could it be... because he acted too ruthlessly, Ji Moze exploded in advance and planned to kill him in advance, so he put medicine in the fish, in order to take him to a place where no one was around?

The place of the deceased mansion is isolated from all investigations, if you want to kill him silently, why move him around.If the traces are leaked, wouldn't he be hunted down by the whole sect?Yan Xici hated iron for being weak, wishing he could jump up and grab Ji Moze's collar and shake it back and forth to wake him up.

But he couldn't move his body, his consciousness was muddled, and he found it difficult to open his mouth, and he couldn't even taunt.

"Master, you are really..."

In the haze, Ji Moze sighed in a hoarse voice, with a hint of gnashing of teeth.

Hateful?Hateful?Or make people get rid of it and then quickly?

Yan Xici hadn't had time to wait for the second half of the sentence to come out when a needle-like sharp pain came from the Sea of ​​Consciousness, which made his eyes go black, and he fell into a dream completely, without knowing anything about human affairs.

This time... maybe it was a joke.

Before losing consciousness, Yan Xici only had this thought in his mind.

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Ji Moze never thought that one day, his master would lead him all the way into his secret mansion. He knew that this was his place, but he led him in openly.

Is it a provocation?Or mock?But he never expected that it was the master who took off his clothes and entered the Lingquan in front of him.

A body that is fairer and more flexible than in the dream, and more shocking than what Fu Ling saw through the eyes of Fu Ling, just appeared in front of him defenselessly, making Ji Moze's already unstable mood caused by today's beautiful dream even more collapsed .

He raised his hand and clasped the spirit lock ring on his neck forcefully, almost crushing the iron ring, before he could barely control the burst of spiritual power in his body.

But even so, the spiritual energy in his body churned and rushed, making him almost go backwards in his meridians and go mad.

Hastily backed away to the outside, trying to calm down the spiritual power and ran away, but heard the 'command' from the master again.

If the master wants to eat fish, let him go outside to fish, that's no problem; after fishing, slice it, that's easy;

He didn't know what kind of Gu Yan Xici had put on him, but he couldn't restrain his blood churning when he heard those low groans, but seeing a piece of skin made his eyes almost suffocate.

Those few steps to the edge of the spring were like a torment to him, his whole body was in pain like a knife piercing a needle, and he was screaming and rolling desperately, wanting to release it.

……

Putting down the unconscious master, Ji Moze felt that these short steps exhausted all his endurance.The skin that can be touched is smooth and tender, like a fine spiritual jade, without blemishes, more addictive than a dream.

Ji Moze reached out, easily tore off the spirit lock ring on his neck and left it aside, looking down at the unconscious master.In the same scene, the roles are reversed, as long as he has a thought, the person who makes him unstable can disappear completely.

Crouching down, Ji Moze looked at it carefully.No matter whether he was tortured for hundreds of years in the previous life or got along with him in this life, he never really understood this person.

Stretching out his fingers towards the divine court, the huge spiritual consciousness instantly invaded the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, reading the memory.

He could actually use the soul search technique to easily obtain everything he wanted to know, but by coincidence, he didn't want to use the soul search technique on Master.Because although Soul Search can read all the memories, it will cause irreversible damage to the person who is cast.But subconsciously, he didn't want to do this, so he settled for the next best thing and chose a relatively mild 'dementia'.

Different from the soul-stirring technique that Yan Xici thought, the real soul-stirring technique is a kind of sorcery used by monks to capture the other party's cultivation base and memory, and manipulate his soul, making the other party his own puppet.When Yan Xici used Dementor on him before, Ji Moze thought that the other party was going to turn him into a puppet, but the result was... Thinking of those obscene/excessive memories, Ji Moze's face turned black and he gritted his teeth.

As the memory was read, Ji Moze's expression became more and more strange. Master's memory only lasted more than ten years, and there were some fragments, but it was hundreds of years ago!

And in those broken memories, he saw a face exactly like his own, the face of a man named 'Chu Mo'!

Ji Moze's face was completely dark.

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