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

Lin Moyu was taken aback by what he said, swallowed, and gradually lost all his strength.

He never thought that Si Weiyuan would directly take this innocent immortal with a knife, and cut off his idea of ​​going out. This person has no grievances or enmity with him, how could he... be so ruthless?

Then when Si Weiyuan walked towards him, he lost his temper even more, his legs seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't even back away.

Because he felt that the next person Si Weiyuan wanted to do was himself.

When Si Weiyuan walked in front of him, his legs and feet were completely weak, and he staggered and knelt on the ground.

As soon as he knelt down, Lin Moyu regretted it, beat his legs and cursed secretly: Why didn't you live up to it at this time?What a shame!

Just kneel, he can't get up anymore, at first glance it looks like he made a mistake and is kneeling for Si Weiyuan.

"What's the matter and stopped talking? Didn't you just talk a lot?" Si Weiyuan looked at him intently and said.

Unable to stand up, Lin Moyu just knelt down, knowing the current affairs and said: "Just now, this disciple was just joking, and didn't really want to go... This disciple swears that he will never step out of the Dingchen Gate again, so please respect Master Don't implicate that fairy any more."

Turning his head to look at the immortal who was lying on the ground, whose life and death were unknown, Lin Moyu felt guilty again.

If he hadn't said this casually, this person would not have ended up like this.

"But I don't think you look like you're joking..."

Now that Lin Moyu can only confess everything, otherwise the more he talks, the more he can't explain clearly: "I just want to use this method to force Master to give me the scroll. I don't dare to think about other things. I hope Master will give me the scroll." Mingjian."

Fearing that Si Weiyuan wouldn't believe it, he added another sentence: "Besides, this disciple is poisoned by corpses, so you can't do without Master, you know that..."

Si Weiyuan seemed very satisfied with his words, he slightly bent down and stroked Lin Moyu's snow-white neck, and said in a good mood: "Do you know what I like most about you?"

Lin Moyu shrank his neck and shook his head nervously.

Si Weiyuan said: "You don't dare to get too close to me, and you can't leave me, I like it the most."

His words clearly pointed out Lin Moyu's current situation, even Lin Moyu couldn't help being startled.

Because it was too real, Lin Moyu's pupils trembled unconsciously.

The feeling of being forced to stay with someone for some irresistible reason but unable to escape is really too suffocating.

Then Si Weiyuan's hand gently slid across his neck and retracted, reminding Lin Moyu again before leaving: "Don't make such jokes again in the future, maybe I will take it seriously."

"Yes..." Lin Moyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved.

After being helped back to the room by Ling Qingye, he took a good rest for a while, but he didn't expect to sleep till dawn.

After getting up the next day, Lin Moyu stretched his waist, and his spirit was obviously much better.

After being dazed for a while, he remembered what happened yesterday, and hurriedly asked Ling Qingye who was reciting at the desk: "Qing Ye, what time is it now?"

"The sun is already rising." Ling Qingye buried his head in the book and murmured.

"Then, what happened to the immortal who was injured by the master?"

Ling Qingye thought for a while and said: "Tell him, he seemed to wake up after being unconscious for a few hours after being knocked out by the master yesterday. It's like getting through the two veins of Ren and Du, directly changing from a cook to a god of war."

"Ah? He's fine. I saw Si Weiyuan attacking him so hard yesterday."

Ling Qingye speculated: "Maybe he was reborn from Nirvana because of being too ruthless, and it is also thanks to Master that he was blessed by misfortune."

"Oh..." Lin Moyu felt relieved when he heard that the person was fine, and his eyes fell on the book in Ling Qingye's hands unconsciously.

As soon as he saw the book, he had a headache. The essay test was imminent, but he couldn't find a way to solve it.

Just when he was considering whether to hold Buddha's feet temporarily to see how much is how much, Ling Qingye suddenly remembered something, pointed to him the medicine on the round table next to him, and said: "Mo Yu, remember to drink the medicine when you get up, Master sent his disciples to bring you medicine before."

"It's really delivered?" Lin Moyu got out of bed and walked to the table, his eyes couldn't hide his surprise.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Lin Moyu was full of resistance when he saw the decoction that was no different from ordinary Chinese medicine.

"I don't know, but the one sent by the master should be fine, drink it while it's hot."

Lin Moyu frowned, picked up the bowl, and walked outside.

"What are you going to do?" Ling Qingye asked puzzled when he saw that he was going out.

"I'm going to take it and throw it away. I don't know how to drink what he gives. Who knows what kind of heart he has?"

"Are you going to throw it away? If Master finds out about this..."

"If you don't tell me, no one will know?"

Lin Moyu walked down the steps and was about to pour the medicine into the flowers and plants beside him when he suddenly saw a figure walking in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

He raised his head slightly, and when he saw someone coming, the hand pouring the medicine stopped immediately.

Si Weiyuan stared at his slightly tilted hand, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Lin Moyu stood up straight, picked up the medicine, and said, "I'm going to drink the medicine."

He talked and drank, but his hands did not move.

Si Weiyuan kept staring at him: "Why don't you drink?"

"..."

Lin Moyu was a little flustered by his look, raised the medicine bowl to his mouth, and drank it little by little under Si Weiyuan's watchful eyes.

The medicine tasted bitter, Lin Moyu suppressed the discomfort and swallowed it. Because he drank it too quickly, some of the medicine juice overflowed from his mouth.

He didn't have time to wipe it, so he turned the bowl over to show Si Weiyuan, signaling him to finish drinking.

At the same time, he slandered in his heart: Si Weiyuan, the god damned, why did he come so early?If he was one step late, he could have poured out the medicine!

Si Weiyuan was not in a hurry to look at the bowl, but stretched out his hand slowly to help Lin Moyu wipe the medicine juice from his mouth.

Because Lin Moyu kept dodging, he tried a few times before touching the corner of his mouth, and said, "Why are you in such a hurry to drink? What if you choke?"

The corners of Lin Moyu's eyes twitched, and he held back his mouth several times, took a deep breath, and kept smiling.

Uncle, you have the nerve to say, if you don't urge me to drink it?

Seeing Ling Qingye peeking behind the door, Si Weiyuan curled his lips slightly and shouted: "Qing Ye."

Hearing the other party call her name, Ling Qingye, who was hiding behind the door, was at a loss immediately, and after sorting things out, she walked out of the house pretending to be okay, and called out respectfully: "Master."

Si Weiyuan nodded, and gave him an important task: "Qing Ye, I'm afraid that Mo Yu won't take the medicine obediently in the future, and I will trouble you to supervise him on his behalf. You must watch him drink the medicine without leaving a drop. Especially Be careful, don't let him pour the medicine."

Lin Moyu glanced anxiously at Ling Qingye, hoping that he would never ignore Si Weiyuan's words.

Ling Qingye let out a breath, glanced back and forth between the two of them, and then said: "Yes."

After Si Weiyuan left, Lin Moyu gritted his teeth and said, "Qing Ye, don't listen to him, just pretend you didn't see me when I pour the medicine in the future."

Ling Qingye sighed and walked back into the house in a dilemma.

Why are these two so entangled? It's really difficult for him to endorse and worry about their affairs...

Because there was another day for the literary test, the two of them quickly forgot about taking the medicine and devoted themselves to the tension.

However, when he went to the examination room the next day, Ling Qingye was refreshed and full of confidence.

Lin Moyu asked him what was going on, how he suddenly became so confident.

Ling Qingye whispered to him that the person sitting next to him had greeted him in advance, saying that if anyone was not good enough, just read him, and he would move the answer sheet over to Ling Qingye to read.

Lin Moyu thought that there was still such a good thing, went in and found his own seat, sat down and waited expectantly for the arrival of the two people next to him.

However, after waiting for the person to come, he saw Si Jing on the left and You Zhuyan on the right, so he didn't want to live anymore.

Si Jing and You Zhuyan were also taken aback when they saw him standing between them, then sat down in their seats with a sarcastic smile.

Before the exam started, Si Jing turned around and teased Lin Moyu: "Brother Lin, don't come here unharmed, you are really capable to get off Si Weiyuan's bed unharmed."

On the right, You Zhuyan said immediately: "But don't worry, you won't be able to escape for a while, Master will not let you go, you will be killed by him sooner or later."

Lin Moyu's forehead twitched with blue veins, his face changed again and again, and then he sneered back: "Did you two forget the experience of being fished out of the water so quickly because of excessive dual cultivation?"

The faces of the two changed immediately.

"If I were the person involved, I would have been ashamed to see someone hit my head to death. How can I have the time to make irresponsible remarks here? We all know that the two of you are slutty people. Instead of looking at me, you might as well look at how many people are around you." I'm looking at you."

"you!"

"Everyone, don't make any more noise, the essay test has officially started." After the fairy head announced the start of the essay test, the examination hall suddenly fell into silence.

Then Si Weiyuan came to the hall to invigilate the exam, which made the atmosphere in the hall even more heavy.

After Lin Moyu finished writing his name, he began to answer randomly, because not only could he not write traditional Chinese characters, but he also couldn't understand any of these questions.

He subconsciously looked up at Si Jing's examination paper, Si Jing noticed his gaze and covered the examination paper tightly.

The same is true for You Zhuyan.

Lin Moyu looked forward, but Si Weiyuan was nowhere to be seen. Just when he was wondering where Si Weiyuan had gone, a man's voice suddenly came from beside his ear: "It's all wrong."

As soon as Lin Moyu turned his head, he saw Si Weiyuan's leaving back, and immediately thumped the table angrily.

Damn, he was already suffering enough and he hit him like this!

Just when Lin Moyu was furious, Si Jing and the others also took the opportunity to attack Lin Moyu, vowing to make him make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

The aura of dual cultivation from the left and the right from them converged in Lin Moyu's body, forming a wave of lust, which made him want to have sex with others.

Lin Moyu only felt two breaths from the left and the right, and then his body suddenly became hot, and then his body couldn't stop the numbness and trembling, and his whole body was screaming and thinking...

Lin Moyu hugged his body.

Him, what happened to him?