The vicious master always loves to die

When Yan Xici woke up again, he turned over suddenly, looked around in horror, and only slightly relaxed his tense nerves when he found that he was the only one in the hall.

Even if he was thinking about it, Yan Xici couldn't figure out why he had made so many changes and the final outcome still didn't develop according to his expectations.If you hate someone, shouldn't you kill them with a knife?But Ji Moze likes all kinds of torture... Thinking of the original book, the original body was tortured for thousands of years before he died, Yan Xici's face turned green and pale at times, sometimes reddened and sometimes darkened, it was extremely beautiful.

There were bruises all over his body, as well as scabbed tooth marks, exactly the same as what he saw in the dream.He used to think that it was Ji Moze who tortured the original body, but who would have thought that it was Ji Moze who 'tortured' him, every place was gnawed out by Ji Moze bite by bite.

This beast, beast...

Yan Xici gritted his teeth and spat, but then his face darkened, remembering that as long as he cursed these words before he fell into a coma, Ji Moze would kill him like revenge, and it was himself who couldn't bear it in the end, which was a great shame.

"Master, are you awake?" Ji Moze's smiling voice sounded from behind him, silently appearing behind him, making Yan Xici's body stiffen suddenly.

Ji Moze waved his sleeves, and a faint halo appeared in the dark hall, illuminating the surroundings, and finally let Yan Xici see what it looked like here.

The whole body of the black hall blends into the night, and the four-corner columns are engraved with intricate patterns, and there is a faint light, which gradually spreads into the hall. The big couch I am on is like the center of the center of the hall.

A sense of unease welled up in Yan Xici's heart, remembering that in his dream, he was surrounded by layers of restrictions, making it difficult for him to escape.The ankle was re-fastened with the spirit ring. Unlike before, it was fastened tightly to it. Unless the foot was cut off, there was nothing he could do.

There was a slight sinking sensation on the big couch, and then those restless wrists came up, loosely encircling him.

"Master slept well. Moze brought spring water for Master to freshen up, and also brought Master's favorite fairy tea and spirit fruit." Ji Moze circled him with one hand, and took a piece of soaked soft tissue with the other. The towel was twisted casually a few times before it was brought to Yan Xici.

"Go away, don't touch me." Yan Xici tried to push him away with a cold face, but it didn't work, and his voice was hoarse and weak, and even less imposing.

"Look at my stupidity. I neglected Master's body. If Master is tired, the disciples will serve Master and make sure that Master is comfortable and fit." Ji Moze smiled and stretched the soft towel Put it on slowly, perhaps because the Lingquan is full of fire, it is still steaming a little.

'Snapped--'

Yan Xici waved his hand to open the other's outstretched hand. By the way, with a look of disgust and disgust on his face, he stared at him coldly and stopped talking.

"Master used to like to let his disciples serve him. Every day, he carried water to catch fish, squeezed his shoulders and beat his legs..."

"I don't have a rebellious apprentice like you. If it weren't for my lack of strength, I would definitely beat you to death and never be reborn!" Yan Xici gritted his teeth, and cursed angrily in a hoarse voice.With blood-red eyes, bright red lips, and cold white skin and hair without a trace of blood in the dim light, he looked like a ghost crawling out of the underworld.

But in Ji Moze's eyes, the eyes that have been covered with a layer of water are blurred and hazy. Maybe it's the red eye corners from crying too much before, the red and swollen lips that have been asked for, let alone the body full of madness. His imprint, from the inside to the outside, is engraved with his traces.The silver-white hair spread out like a white curtain, and a few tufts were scattered in front of him, which just covered a little of the style, making the master a little bit more eager to speak.Even if he was putting aside harsh words, but with that hoarse voice, it seemed a bit like trying to hold on.

"Master..." Ji Moze's voice was a little lower, and the eyes he looked at Yan Xici became extremely aggressive again.

Yan Xici's heart trembled, and he thought that something was wrong.He has gained experience, and this look usually means that he is about to be tortured by him again, and he must prevent this from happening!

So he resolutely bent his left hand into an elbow and hit back, taking advantage of the pain of the opponent to loosen the restraint around his waist, and let go of his grasp.Opening his right hand, he originally wanted to slap him, but suddenly remembered the painful lesson of the slap last night, so he gritted his teeth and turned his palm into a fist, and punched Ji Moze's jaw without hesitation, and was easily caught.

"Where is Master dissatisfied? Mo Ze changed it." Without letting go of the clenched hand, Ji Moze used his strength to easily pull the man back into his arms. The blow just now had no effect on him, but he Still leaning into Yan Xici's ear and complaining in a low voice: "Master, that slap just now hurt Mo Ze's heart too much."

Locked in his arms and unable to move, coupled with the fact that he had not recovered from exhaustion, no matter how hard Yan Xici struggled, he couldn't escape the opponent's space, but he himself was so tired that he was panting heavily.

Unexpectedly, without the accumulation of spiritual energy, my body is worse than that of ordinary people, and I feel sad for being useless.

Unable to struggle, Yan Xici was forced to accept 'serving'. After cleansing his face, he rinsed his mouth.Cultivators actually don't need it, but Nai Heyan Xici was an ordinary person for more than 20 years, and he had already formed the habit of washing in the morning and evening, and this habit was brought here by him, and he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't wash for a day.

A small cup of spring water was brought to his mouth: "Master, open your mouth."

Yan Xi bid farewell too far, and knocked over the water glass.

"Master is really naughty." Ji Moze smiled helplessly, picked up the water glass and scooped another cup, but did not bring it to Yan Xici's mouth, but drank it all by himself, then threw the water glass away, and forced Yan Xici jaw, and fed the water into it himself.

"Ugh—cough, cough, cough..." Yan Xici couldn't dodge in time, and while being forced to pour the spring water, he choked a lot of air intake pipes, and the cough made him heart-rending.

"If you want to kill or cut...you are welcome, why use such dirty tricks to bully me..." Finally coughing up the water, Yan Xici lay down on the bed, breathing air with all his might.

"Master, why do you always misunderstand disciples...Master obviously liked Mo Ze's service the most in the past, but now he treats disciples so indifferently." Ji Moze looked sad by being misunderstood, but the strength in his hands did not weaken.After cleansing the face and rinsing the mouth, it was time to wipe the body, so the soft towel was rewound with water, and slowly moved down the neck, wiping rhythmically.

All the way down, across the texture of the chest, circling and kneading on the Zhuhong, across the thin waist, trying to penetrate into the secret place.

Yan Xici's face turned from white to red, then blue to black, and he tried to break Ji Moze's hand with a ferocious face, but found that he was struggling in vain.

He rioted, he resisted, he worked left and right, he was suppressed and could not move.

The absolute suppression of force made him like a fish on a chopping board, unable to get out of the palm of the person holding the spoon.And the opponent even used only one hand to suppress him so that he couldn't move, it can be said that there was no room for resistance.

The resistance was ineffective, but instead it aroused the opponent's anger, so as before, they were turned over and over, fried and stewed thoroughly.

His voice was already hoarse, his peach blossom eyes turned into goldfish eyes from crying, and he couldn't see clearly because of the swelling.The original pain was gone, and waves of unbearable numbness and trembling followed, which gradually changed the flavor of the crying, with a bit of itchy humming mixed in.

His brain is chaotic, he doesn't know what night it is, and the outside world is dark all day long, which makes Yan Xici completely lose the concept of time.

From the time he woke up, he saw Ji Moze's face, and then he was repeatedly tortured until he lost consciousness, and then he was tossed and tossed again and again.

I don't know how long it has passed, and when he woke up again, when he finally didn't see Ji Moze, Yan Xici's mood was almost described as 'crying with joy'.The torture of the past few days has made him almost have no chance to stay in the bed. Up to now, it is troublesome to raise his hand, let alone turn over and stay in the bed.

His body was as heavy as a lead block, and he was so tired that he gasped for breath when he moved, as if he was on the verge of dying, and his soul was almost lost in one breath.It took a long time to finally change from lying down to sitting up, propped up on the bedpost for a while, and then slowly moved down to the couch.

Dragging heavy steps, Yan Xici walked out slowly, but was stopped at the gate.

Now, he is so weak that he can't even push the door open.

Leaning weakly against the door panel, Yan Xici covered his drowsy forehead, trying to make himself less dizzy.Probably because of the lack of spiritual power circulation for a long time, not only the body is exhausted, but even the soul is indescribably tired, which is extremely uncomfortable.

However, this situation will be lessened when Ji Moze is torturing him, and once he is out of the body, the deep weakness and exhaustion will sweep over again, making him fall into a coma.

I don't know how long it took, he was hugged by someone in a daze, and Ji Moze's hateful voice sounded: "Master, do you want to go to the garden? Yes, you should go outside to relax once in a while. Disciple takes Master to the treasure house." , there are quite a few things that Master must like."

Yan Xici didn't have the strength to swear, but slowly fell asleep with slight jolts, his consciousness fell into a deep sleep, silently.

Ji Moze frowned secretly looking at the tired-looking master. He felt that the master had become more lethargic recently. Even if he didn't do anything, he would fall asleep quickly with a tired face.Could it be because of... the spirit lock ring?

I looked at the spirit lock ring on the master's ankle. In fact, even if he didn't wear it, the master would not be able to leave the nether world, because he is the master of this world, and only he can break through the void and go to the cultivation world.The reason why it is locked is, on the one hand, to avenge the master, and on the other hand, it is also because of my unspeakable thoughts... But if these affect the health of the master, then there is no need to keep it.

Ji Moze reached out and tapped lightly, and the spirit lock ring on his ankle immediately fell off and dangled to the side.Then Ji Moze hugged him tightly, and in the next moment he was at the place where he piled up treasures.

"Master~—" Fu Lingle floated over, trying to hug Ji Moze's calf coquettishly.

"My dear, I don't need you here, go play somewhere else." Ji Moze shook off the loli weapon spirit on his lap, and under the expression of the other party's thunderbolt, he hugged the sleepy Yan Xici and crossed the layers of restrictions , all the way to the most central place.

"Master, wake up." Ji Moze raised his hand and patted Yan Xici's face lightly, and couldn't stop laughing. Seeing that the master hadn't opened his eyes, he couldn't help whispering in his ear: "If the master is still awake, I will send the master to sleep." Master is looking forward to Fa-rectification on the spot."

But the master didn't respond at all, just lying there, ignorant.

Ji Moze sensed that something was wrong, and his spiritual consciousness slowly invaded, and found that Master's spiritual consciousness was hazy and chaotic.

"Master?" Ji Moze's face was a little ugly, and he was no longer in the mood to tease. He probed more carefully, but found that the master's spirit was unstable, and there were faint signs of dissipating.

How can it be!Although he imprisoned the master's spiritual power, the tea spirit fruit he drank on weekdays was carefully selected by him to be full of spiritual power, which was enough to nourish the master's body.

"Master!" Ji Moze used his mouth to ferry his spiritual power over, but found that it was as if a mud cow had entered the sea, and it had no effect at all.The master lay quietly on the ground without a trace of blood, just like a real jade sculpture, without the vitality of a living person.

"How could it be... what went wrong..." Ji Moze quickly took out various rare pills from Sumi mustard and fed them into Yan Xici's mouth. Body, recovering quickly, "By the way, there is also soul nourishing pill... Master usually likes to eat..."

For some reason, Ji Moze's hands trembled a little. He rummaged through his treasury, and found a bottle of Soul Cultivation Pill with great difficulty, and quickly fed it to Yan Xici.

Perhaps it was the medicinal power of the soul nourishing pill, or maybe it was the effect of the previous pills that made Yan Xici's face turn a little bloody and more energetic.

"Master!" Ji Moze hugged him in his arms. The scene just now made him panic. The panic and fear of losing was unprecedented.

"Get lost..." Hearing the master's weak and shallow scolding voice, Ji Moze felt a little relieved.He picked him up and decided to check up on Master.

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Without the pressure of the list, I am more Buddhist... [No worldly desires.jpg]

The plot has finally reached the next stage. I am bald when I write it. I have paid too much for the little black house. I don’t know if 40W can finish it...

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