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

"What sick beauty attribute?"

The system said: "It's just an additional attribute. Don't you feel physically weak? Now you have indeed met the standard."

Lin Moyu frowned and said, "Do you think I haven't read novels? Isn't this kind of setting usually appearing in Master Shou? What does it matter to me?"

The system laughed and said, "Everything has exceptions, just get used to it."

Lin Moyu was too lazy to listen to it talking nonsense, and continued to struggle to get up from the ground.

Just after he struggled several times to no avail, his body was suddenly lifted up in the air, and before he could recover, he was carried back to the bed by Si Weiyuan.

When the incident happened suddenly, Lin Moyu said dully: "Master..."

Si Weiyuan thought he had something to say to him, nodded his head and said: "Well, what's the matter?"

Lin Moyu blinked, and slowly gathered his thoughts, and said, "Are you alright?"

Si Weiyuan shook his head, pursed his lips and smiled: "It's okay."

Lin Moyu nodded if he was worried, his eyes drooping.

Si Weiyuan asked: "What about you?"

Lin Moyu raised his head, hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head while suppressing the pain in his body: "I... I'm fine." He thought it's better not to tell Si Weiyuan about his discomfort, no matter what Does he know.

In fact, he was afraid that Si Weiyuan would sneak in.

Si Weiyuan looked at his aggressive expression, and a gleam of unknown meaning flashed in his eyes. He didn't expose him after all, but he heard the obviously wrong voice, and asked with concern: "But the throat is uncomfortable? Do you want some tea?" ?"

Lin Moyu cleared his throat. He really felt that his throat was dry and painful. He nodded subconsciously, but then he thought about it and was about to shake his head. Si Weiyuan cast a spell to fill the teacup on the table with water, and took it from the air. , and handed it to Lin Moyu.

"..."

At this moment, Lin Moyu couldn't help but take the teacup bravely, and took a small sip.

Unexpectedly, when the tea entered my throat, my throat was indeed much cooler and refreshed, so I couldn't help but drink a few more sips.

After handing the cup back to Si Weiyuan, Lin Moyu moved his back to the head of the bed, and fell into the awkward atmosphere of not knowing what to say.

But after a while, his stomach growled a few times inappropriately. Although it was normal, he had never lost his composure in front of others, so Lin Moyu turned his head away in embarrassment and blushed.

Si Weiyuan deliberately exposed his embarrassment, and said leisurely: "Hungry?"

Lin Moyu said stubbornly: "It's okay." In fact, he was so hungry that he woke up that night and went to see Xianjun Chuhua and he didn't eat anymore.

Si Weiyuan got up and left the bed, not knowing what to do, Lin Moyu took this opportunity to move his body, but he was still terribly soft.

Lin Moyu resigned to his fate and leaned back on the bed, a thin layer of sweat was already forming on his forehead.

After a while, Si Weiyuan came back, holding a plate full of food in his hand, and walked to Lin Moyu's bed.

"I made it myself, try it."

The smell wafted into his nostrils, and Lin Moyu's appetite increased greatly, but Lin Moyu dared not move at all. He waved his hand and said, "No, no need, thank you for your kindness, Master, I'm not hungry yet..."

He Dehe can bother Si Weiyuan to cook for him, and is there really no problem with the meal?

Si Weiyuan ignored his polite refusal and insisted: "Try it."

The invisible oppression in his eyes made Lin Moyu gradually shut his mouth...

Lin Moyu swallowed, and took the bowl and chopsticks.

But as soon as he got the bowl, his hands began to tremble as if he couldn't hold it steady, as if he couldn't bear the weak weight at all, causing the bowl to fall from his hand immediately.

Fortunately, Si Weiyuan caught it in time, so that the food was not spilled on the bed.

Lin Moyu looked at his slightly trembling hands in disbelief.

He, he couldn't even hold a bowl, how could this be? !

Si Weiyuan took the chopsticks in his other hand, said, I'll feed you, and then took a bite of food and handed it to Lin Moyu's mouth.

Lin Moyu looked at Si Weiyuan, his eyes trembling: "Master, my hand."

"Eat first, maybe your strength will recover after eating." Si Weiyuan was not a bit calmer than him.

Lin Moyu thought about it for a while, and it made sense, and then he forced himself to open his mouth obediently with fear.

He no longer cared whether it was good or not, and all his attention was on that weak hand.

After eating, his stomach felt relieved, but his hands were still weak.

Si Weiyuan saw that he was about to cry, so he sighed and comforted him: "Perhaps it is because the cold poison syndrome is too serious, I will ask someone to cook a medicine for you, and it will be delivered in a while."

Lin Moyu nodded, but didn't listen carefully to what he was saying.

After the medicine was delivered, Si Weiyuan asked his disciples to retreat, then picked up the medicine bowl, scooped up a spoonful of soup medicine, blew on it, and handed it to Lin Moyu's mouth.

Thinking that his body was already like this, Lin Moyu swallowed the spoon with an attitude of giving it a try, and drank the medicine.

The medicine this time was not as bitter as last time, so he finished it not long after.

Si Weiyuan put the bowl aside, wiped off the remaining medicinal juice on Lin Moyu's lips with his thumb, then supported his back to help him fall asleep, and covered him with a quilt.

Before helping Lin Moyu pull down the bed curtain, he said to Lin Moyu, "You are not feeling well today, so just rest in my room. You should feel better tomorrow morning."

Lin Moyu nodded, and closed his eyes with this slight hope.

I can't go anyway, so why not just rest here for a day and have a look.

Not long after, Lin Moyu's breathing became flat and he fell asleep smoothly.

Waking up early the next morning, Lin Moyu moved his body, but found that he couldn't move at all.

The situation is worse than yesterday.

He was stunned for two seconds, and then his mentality suddenly collapsed. He asked the system in a hoarse voice: "Damn, am I paralyzed? I was able to move at least yesterday, why can't I move today!"

While the system was checking his vital signs, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to move, but in the end he just struggled to stick one foot out of the bed.

After giving up struggling, Lin Moyu stared blankly at the top, and said in despair: "Am I dying?"

The system calmly said: "Your vital signs are fine, but you are a little weak."

"How can you be so weak that you can't even move?"

The system encountered a difficulty: "I don't know the reason for this."

"You..." Lin Moyu was about to say something, when he heard footsteps approaching, he immediately fell silent.

Seeing that it was Si Weiyuan who came, Lin Moyu became even more restless.

Before his master called out, he saw Si Weiyuan's eyes fell on his outstretched feet.

And it took a long time to see it.

Lin Moyu felt uncomfortable being watched by him, and subconsciously wanted to shrink his feet, but he couldn't move.

Later, when he saw Si Weiyuan walking slowly towards the bed, his whole heart arose.

Si Weiyuan stretched out his hand to hold Lin Moyu's exposed feet, and the moment he touched Lin Moyu's nerves were extremely tense.

What is he going to do? !

Si Weiyuan looked at his feet thoughtfully, "It's so cold."

Then gently put Lin Moyu's feet under the quilt, and said, "Cover it well, don't catch a cold."

Before Lin Moyu had time to get extremely nervous, his emotions suddenly subsided, and he was a little helpless: "Ah, oh..."

Si Weiyuan stretched out his hand to help him feel his pulse, and said: "Your body is still weak, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave today, let's rest for a few more days."

Lin Moyu paused slightly, he vaguely smelled something wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

In the end, he didn't say yes or no, he just sighed slightly...

On the third day, Lin Moyu was so weak that he couldn't even stick his feet out of the bed.

In the next few days, Si Weiyuan still personally fed him, drank medicine, and took care of him meticulously.

During the few days when he was in Si Weiyuan's room, there were lightning and thunderstorms in the sky, and the sky looked strange, and he often heard people shouting that so-and-so flew up or something.

And Lin Moyu is living like a disabled person day by day.

He felt that it would not be a problem to continue like this, so he finally couldn't help it one day, and took advantage of Si Weiyuan's absence to discuss with the system.

"I can't move, but you..."

The system alerted: "What do you want to do?"

Lin Moyu sighed: "I can't move but you can manipulate my body to move. I have been trapped on Si Weiyuan's bed for five days. I am afraid that if I continue to lie down, I will die on Si Weiyuan's bed."

The system hesitated and said, "But if this is the case, won't it make Si Weiyuan angry?"

Lin Moyu shook his head: "No, just manipulate me directly, creating the illusion that I'm already healed."

The system sounded reasonable, so it reluctantly agreed.

Then it occupied Lin Moyu's body and manipulated his body to move.

The moment he left the bed, Lin Moyu felt his whole body come alive.

When he walked to the main hall, he saw that the door of the hall was slightly open, and he excitedly asked the system to take him there quickly.

Before he got close, Lin Moyu saw Ling Qingye and the others passing outside through the crack of the door. He stepped forward quickly, and was about to say hello to them, when the door slammed shut.

Lin Moyu froze for a moment, thinking it was the wind, and then asked the system to open the door by hand.

As soon as he pushed it away, he was about to lift his foot to go out, when he saw Si Weiyuan standing outside the door.

Lin Moyu's smile suddenly froze on his face.

Seeing that Lin Moyu was able to come here, Si Weiyuan was slightly surprised.

At this moment, a little bit of cold wind blew in from outside the door, making Lin Moyu shiver involuntarily.

Si Weiyuan walked into the room, and the door closed automatically.

He didn't say anything, but Lin Moyu felt fear and could not stop backing away.

The invisible coldness and oppression made the system hidden in Lin Moyu's body back away, forcing it to give up controlling Lin Moyu's body and hide back to the original place in order to protect itself.

As soon as it left, Lin Moyu's body softened immediately, and he fell powerlessly in front of Si Weiyuan.

Si Weiyuan gently hugged his waist, pressed him in his arms, waited for him to recover, picked him up and walked into the house.

He whispered in Lin Moyu's ear: "It's cold outside, be careful of catching cold, go in."

After being carried back to the bed, Lin Moyu stared blankly at the bed that had trapped him for several days, the door that had been closed abruptly, and his weak body. After thinking about it, he suddenly understood something in his heart.

Is Si Weiyuan... putting him under house arrest?