Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

It has been more than ten years since Sleeping Sword Valley, and Wen Chuyi tried all kinds of methods but couldn't make his ultra-miniature version of Minglingjian become normal, but after countless experiments, he came to two conclusions:

One, it is very hard, water and fire are not invaded; two, it is very good to use as a toothpick.

The big reason for Wen Chuyi's honey sauce operation may be that he usually uses it smoothly...

When he realized that he had taken out the flying star as a toothpick, and was about to take it off, the door opened with a creak, revealing a beautiful face that was slightly red and swollen.

Zhou Yuyue was a head shorter than Wen Chuyi, raised her face slightly, with a surprised expression, "Senior brother?"

"I'll bring you some fresh fruit." Wen Chuyi moved his eyes away from Zhou Yuyue's face, and handed out the plate with a guilty conscience.

"..." Zhou Yuyue looked at Wen Chu's face, and found that he was looking at the sky and the earth but not at herself, so she knew that he was still guilty of hurting herself, and said slowly, "Brother, don't worry about it, it's just a trivial thing It's just hurt."

Taking the plate of neatly cut and neatly stacked fruits, Zhou Yuyue smiled lightly, "Thank you, brother, for your kindness."

Wen Chuyi returned to his yard in a daze, feeling that although the protagonist Shou held a little grudge, he was still a kind and gentle boy in essence.

But he seems to have forgotten something?

Wen Chuyi scratched his face in doubt, forget it, he is going to visit the Lingguang Pavilion now, and buy Xiaoju the Starlight Fish that he has been thinking about for a long time as compensation. After half a year of closing, I immediately went to do tasks with Fu Jiuli.

Fat Ju's dissatisfaction with him was already visible to the naked eye, meowing and complaining at him non-stop, and the big emerald green cat pupils were even dizzy with water vapor, so he almost acted like a cat crying for Wen Chuyi on the spot.

May I ask which shit-shoveling officer can bear this kind of scene, even if it is a xxxL fat cat that has already gained weight, and his heart is overwhelmed by guilt, Wen Chuyi decided to buy two, no, three of Xiaoju's favorite fish to comfort him Wounded little heart.

The snow on both sides of the road is almost knee-high, and the trees are also covered with snow. From a distance, they look like round and lovely white mushrooms.

It has been a long time since he walked around Haojia Peak like this. Since Zhu Ji learned how to fly with a sword, he seldom walked like this again. At first, it was because of the freshness, and later, it was to save time and trouble.

Haojia Peak is located in a remote area, not adjacent to other peaks. Except for people from this peak, few people come here on weekdays, so it is very deserted, but the scenery is also uniquely beautiful.

Wen Chuyi didn't intend to really walk all the way, but suddenly became interested. He swept away the snow on a big rock, stood on it and looked into the distance

The snow that has fallen for several nights has stopped, and the hazy and floating mist covers the mountains like a tulle, green ink and pure white, quiet like a slowly unfolding landscape painting.

After admiring it almost, Wen Chuyi was about to take out the Thunder Sword from the Qiankun bag, but suddenly his eyes went dark, and a strange pungent smell rushed into his nose, even though he held his breath immediately, he still inhaled a little Go in, and then fall unconscious.

……

Momo Dazheng and Zhou Yuyue met a year ago, when Momo Dazheng organized a hunting competition with several other demon princes and his half-brothers. The destination was chosen in a forbidden area closest to the magic capital,

——Blood withered forest.

Although they were looking for excitement, they still cherished their own lives, and at the same time arranged many demon masters to protect them secretly.

Mo Moda rode a monster carefully looking for prey outside the blood withered forest. The ground of the blood withered forest was wet when stepped on, and the color was dark red, as if it was soaked in blood. This was unacceptable to the cleanliness Mo Moda .

The origin of the blood dry forest is difficult to verify. Although it is dangerous and weird, there is a unique species living in it—the blood-colored deer, with red fur, likes to eat flesh and blood, and is violent.

Holding a huge ax in his big hand, Mo Mo looked around vigilantly, when suddenly a figure appeared from the dead wood in front of him, and then fell to the ground motionless as if he had lost all strength.

Mo Moda didn't want to care about it at first, but he looked like a young demon, or a malnourished one, but somehow, he led the monster in that direction, and then he stopped breathing.

The man was barefoot, wearing a large gray-white robe, as if he had just escaped from a dangerous situation, the robe was scratched, and the cracks were stained with a dazzling bright red, hanging on him in tatters.

Like a pure white rose flower that was hit by a storm but tenaciously bloomed.

The satin-like long hair covered half of his face, but just exposing a part was enough to make Momo's heart beat faster. He turned over and took him back after confirming that there was nothing unusual.

Mo Moda is a very innocent and infatuated demon. Even though he knew that Zhou Yuyue was human and male, he did not give up his feelings for him. Of course, he did not tell Zhou Yuyue these things.

Because he is also a demon with a sense of ritual, confession, you can't be so hasty.

This time, one of the barriers of Moyuan was finally loosened, and the Demon King sent Momo Da and his confidants to step on the spots on various continents to investigate the situation.

Zhou Yuyue hid her identity, and by virtue of her clever mind and judging the situation, she quickly became Mo Mo's right-hand man. Even His Majesty the Demon King praised him.

This time, they also followed Mo Moda to Central Continent.

Covering his face and carrying a black big sack, Momo walked vigorously in the mountains and forests. He had already stepped on the ground in advance, prepared the props, and waited for Wen Chuyi to go out.

Although Ah Yue didn't care, he couldn't swallow this breath. Today, he had to teach this despicable and shameless human being a lesson, so that he would dare to do something to Ah Yue next time!

This hypocritical villain is quite popular in Xuanjianzong. Unknowingly, Mo Moda already has a basic understanding of Wen Chuyi. Fortunately, when he saw Wen Chuyi for the first time, he still thought he was a brother who could make friends!

Wen Chuyi's cultivation base is perfect, although they both have the same realm, but he established his foundation earlier than Wen Chuyi, his cultivation base is more stable, and he has both ancestral black sacks and drunken incense, so he may not be able to catch him!

Wen Chuyi's consciousness was blurred, and he faintly felt that he was being carried by someone, and his stomach was uncomfortable, as if a front-load washing machine was stuffed inside, stirring and churning non-stop.

Can't hold back, Yue is gone.

"Gah—!"

Vaguely, Wen Chuyi heard a furious roar, and then he was let out of the sack. Not long after he saw the sun again, he was hit by hot water vapor.

"Grumbling..."

Wen Chuyi was like a fish spitting bubbles, with its head submerged in the hot spring and its body hanging on the shore.

This familiar temperature is the hot spring in the back mountain.

There was only a little drug inhaled, and it was quickly refined by Wen Chuyi with spiritual energy. At this moment, he has almost recovered his sanity, but he still can't exert his strength. His hands are on the ground, and his handsome face is dripping with water. His face was flushed red, like a cooked shrimp.

Wen Chuyi squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Moda next door, who was scrubbing his head, remembering that Fu Jiuli said his name was Mo Da, and he said these two words silently in his heart, and it gradually coincided with a certain name...

The co-author of this guy is one of the protagonists, the prince of the devil world.

"I said, what are you doing."

Even if Mo Mo has a lot of roles in the drama, so what if he is a prince?

Wen Chuyi pressed his eyebrows and eyes, a drop of water fell down the tip of his hair to the bridge of his straight nose, and flowed over the thin red mole, leaving a meandering water stain. oppressive.

Momo paused for a moment, turned his head and looked at Wen Chu suddenly, got up suddenly and rushed over, his eyes stared like copper bells, his nose fluttered in anger, "What do you think! You vomited in my bag?" !"

Wen Chuyi thought that Mo Moda would attack if he disagreed with him, but now he could only dodge reluctantly, and he couldn't help feeling a little anxious, as if he had vaguely sensed some response.

But after seeing Mo Moda finished speaking, those eyes were suddenly moist, and big tears fell down like this, coming down...

"Uh..." Wen Chuyi suddenly didn't know what expression to put on, and was even at a loss in the face of this scene, but the scene was a bit dazzling, and he subconsciously showed an attitude to deal with Fu Jiuli.

"Why are you crying! Isn't the bag dirty? It can be used after washing!"

"..." Mo Moda choked up, tears streaming down his face, and said tremblingly, "No, my ass... something poked me!"

"Huh?" Wen Chuyi leaned back strategically, didn't quite understand what he meant, but still frowned and looked behind him. This look directly silenced Wen Chuyi...

Why, why is this thing so familiar?

It must be his illusion, right? !

As if sensing Wen Chuyi's gaze, the culprit happily flew over to meet Wen Chuyi.

Mo Mo's eyes were blank, Nei Ba's posture was very girlish, and he knelt down slowly.

The whole body was pitch black, and it looked like a sword. The pattern on the scabbard was very similar to the natal spirit sword he had watched for ten years. Wen Chuyi called out tentatively, "Flying Star?"

The black sword circled around Wen Chuyi a few times happily.

"Hehe..." Wen Chuyi's face darkened visible to the naked eye. After a moment of silence, he turned around and sent the black sword into the hot spring with a flying kick, splashing a splash of water, his voice trembling, revealing the color of despair, "dirty , you are dirty!"

Wen Chuyi's face was gloomy, as if his whole body had lost color.

At the same time, in the disciple's courtyard, Zhou Yuyue raised her hand to form a barrier, slowly opened her left hand, her palm was wet with blood, and the bright red blood dripped down the palm lines onto the slightly oxidized fruit.

He lowered his head, the black pupils under the thick long eyelashes were like dangerous whirlpools, staring for a while, calling for clean water to wash away the blood.

Because he was injured by the sharp sword energy, the wound on his hand could not heal immediately, so Zhou Yuyue roughly wrapped it with a handkerchief, and only removed the barrier after the strange and rich fragrance in the space gradually faded away.

So, he has a problem with me?

The author has something to say:

Wen Chuyi tried to quibble: No, I'm not, I don't!