[Crossing the Book] Master, he always wants to plot against me

Talking about it, but taking action is a difficult thing.

I don't know why, but he is ashamed to show his body in front of Si Weiyuan, obviously not in front of Ling Qingye.

It may be because the identities of the two are too different, and the other party is an elder, which puts him under a lot of pressure.

Lin Moyu untied his belt and grabbed the hem with both hands, but he couldn't muster the courage to pull it down.

But when he saw the dense green and red bruises on his chest, he could no longer be hypocritical, turned his hands outwards as if he forgot that Si Weiyuan was present, and quickly took off his clothes, anxious to see if it was the same in other places in this way.

Seeing this, Lin Moyu almost fainted on the spot.

I saw that his whole body was covered with such marks, the severe part was covered with blood, and the blue veins burst out, as if the blood inside had been muddied or the flesh and blood had been smashed to pieces to show such a terrifying effect .

Just looking at it makes me feel like I'm dying.

Only then did he realize that he was afraid, and sat on the bed with weak legs and feet, tremblingly said to Si Weiyuan: "Master, save me..."

Si Weiyuan looked at his half-taken clothes, and said nothing.

Lin Moyu immediately took off his upper body clothes, and then waited for Si Weiyuan's next instruction.

"continue."

Lin Moyu paused, and at the same time, a look of shame appeared on his face.

"Do you... want to take it off too?"

"If you don't feel pain in your legs and feet, you don't have to take them off."

Lin Moyu glanced at his legs, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Why doesn't it hurt, he's dying of pain.

So he put his foot down and moved to the bed, closed the bed curtains on both sides, took off his pants and wrapped his lower body with his clothes, then he opened the bed curtains, lay flat on the bed and said, "Master, I'm done taking off."

Si Weiyuan sat by the bed, picked up Lin Moyu's wrist, took a closer look at the bloodshot eyes on him, and said: "I don't think it's rare to see a disciple who has just started to have such a skill. This person is indeed a rare talent. This time , he did it to death."

Hearing him say that Lin Moyu was determined to die for himself, his face turned pale, and he got up from the bed regardless of the pain: "Ah? Then I..."

"The spiritual energy in your body was scattered by him, all the tendons and veins were damaged, the immortal bones were shattered, and the internal organs were severely damaged..."

"do not talk."

Si Weiyuan stopped.

"Master, give me a good time." Lin Moyu sighed in despair, with tears in his eyes, and looked at Si Weiyuan resignedly.

Anyway, it's dead anyway, it's better to let Si Weiyuan do it himself, this will be considered as the completion of the task......

"Master, are you stupid? You didn't even assassinate him. If you unilaterally let him shoot you to death for such a stupid reason, you are really gone!" The system that had not made a sound for a long time suddenly appeared and beat Lin Moyu.

"Ah?!" Lin Moyu remembered that he had forgotten the most important step.

The prerequisite for completing the task is that he must have a definite act of assassinating Si Weiyuan. He asked the other party to kill himself first without assassinating Si Weiyuan. Isn't this a disease of the brain?

He was about to stop, when Si Weiyuan said: "It's not that there is no cure, but if you insist on seeking death, I will help you."

After finishing speaking, Si Weiyuan slowly raised his hand.

Lin Moyu immediately changed his words: "I, I, I, I think I can still save it."

"Have you figured it out?" Si Weiyuan asked again.

"Think clearly." Lin Moyu said firmly.

Si Weiyuan made it clear to him in advance: "It may hurt a little, bear with it."

"?!"

Then there were bursts of painful and weird howls in the room.

Because it seemed to be enduring pain for a while, and moaned for a while, all the disciples passing by couldn't help but stop and glance into the room.

However, there is an enchantment in the house, and they can't see anything.

So he ran to find Ling Qingye and asked him to come back to see what was going on in his room.

Lin Moyu in the room was indeed in dire straits, and Si Weiyuan put his hand on his shoulder, and then slid down his arm, helping him heal the injury caused by Si Jing inch by inch.

Then Si Weiyuan's hand pressed against his chest again, wandering, stroking, condensing muscles and bones, and infusing spiritual power on his body.

Every time he passed by, Lin Moyu's body felt tearing pain, and at the same time, because his body was too sensitive, the covering of warm palms and the feeling of feathers sliding over him tortured him so much that he couldn't bear to live.

In short, it made him both painful and want to laugh.

"Ah! I can't take it anymore, Master, don't..."

Si Weiyuan took care of the upper body injury for him, and then took off the clothes around his lower body.

Lin Moyu exclaimed, and quickly bent his legs and said, "Master!"

"Can't you see? The wound on your leg is worse."

Lin Moyu was about to look down, but found that he couldn't move.

The reason is that in order to prevent him from moving around and delaying the healing process, Si Weiyuan gave him a fixation technique.

Then Si Weiyuan put his hand on Lin Moyu's lap.

At this time, Ling Qingye just opened the door and came back. From his perspective, the picture was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. He froze for a few seconds, then turned around and went out wisely, and closed the door again.

Lin Moyu didn't notice that someone came in at all, and said with pain: "Master, I'm dying..."

Seeing how uncomfortable he was, Si Weiyuan also frowned slightly, but did not stop: "If you give up halfway, the injury will recur, Mo Yu, be patient."

"..." Xian Shao heard Si Weiyuan calling his name, and now calling it, although it can't relieve the pain, it made him feel a lot more at ease.

After the last trace of bruises on Lin Moyu's legs faded away, Si Weiyuan turned him over, let him lie in a comfortable position, then stroked his back, and continued with what he had just done.

At this moment, Lin Moyu was already dripping with sweat, panting heavily.

Si Weiyuan: "Having learned the lesson this time, do you know what to do next time?"

Lin Moyu nodded pretending to understand.

Just run faster next time.

Unexpectedly, Si Weiyuan said: "As an attendant disciple, you have more power than the two of them, and you can even order them to do anything within the scope of reason. If they don't obey, they will commit the following crimes and can be dealt with according to the sect's rules. .”

Lin Moyu nodded again, feeling incredible and at the same time his eyelids were slowly getting heavy...

Ha, now I feel like I've suddenly become a bully...

After he fell asleep, Si Weiyuan's guardian disciple suddenly broke into the door.

When he broke in, Si Weiyuan quickly pulled the quilt over Lin Moyu's lower body.

"Immortal Venerable, I have something to report." The disciple knelt down on one knee and bowed to Si Weiyuan.

Si Weiyuan said: "Speak in a low voice."

The disciple paused, then lowered his voice and said: "People from Wuji Immortal Mansion suddenly came outside to make trouble, and brought a coffin, saying it was..."

He glanced cautiously at the person on the bed.

"Say what?"

"It is said that Lin Moyu will be put in a coffin and brought back to be buried with the young master who was killed by him in Wuji Immortal Mansion."