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

Little did he know that all of this was heard by Lin Moyu, who woke up halfway and quietly followed behind him.

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Lin Moyu wouldn't have believed it was true.

He hid in the dark and tightened his clothes, as if he had been hit by a huge shock.

He shook his head in disbelief, almost fainting: "I'm going, this person is so poisonous, what kind of person is he?"

System: "It's what you see."

Lin Moyu glanced back, saw that Si Weiyuan was about to return to the house, so he rushed back ahead of him.

If Si Weiyuan finds out that he is not on the bed, he will die.

Arriving at the small broken house, Lin Moyu saw that the door of the room was closed, and immediately felt a sense of disobedience.

Was the door closed when he came out?

Then he ran to the door and pushed it open.

However, when he opened the door, he saw Si Weiyuan already standing in the room.

Lin Moyu immediately backed away in fright, feeling the blood all over his body turn cold.

Si Weiyuan walked towards him slowly, his eyes were dim and unclear: "Yu'er, why did you go out?"

Lin Moyu backed away and said nonsense: "I, I woke up and saw that you were not there, so I went out to look for you, but I didn't find you, so I came back..."

Si Weiyuan's expression was obviously disbelieving.

Taking a few steps back, Lin Moyu fell limply on the ground under Si Weiyuan's gaze.

After receiving so much stimulation today, he really couldn't bear it.

Seeing Si Weiyuan approaching him little by little, Lin Moyu could only push his feet back with his hands on the ground, then buried his head in his knees, and lost his composure: "Don't, don't come here!"

He yelled a few times, and after a while, he suddenly leaned up uncontrollably.The surrounding scene changed rapidly, and then he opened his eyes and sat up on the bed in the shabby house.

He was sweating profusely and looked ahead, panting heavily.

From the corner of the eye, he saw Si Weiyuan sitting beside his bed, and he immediately backed away in shock, his eyes full of defense.

"Yu'er, what's wrong with you?" Seeing his appearance, Si Weiyuan frowned slightly.

Lin Moyu sat on the bed for a while, regained consciousness and looked around again.

He is lying on the bed now, in a small broken room, and he seems to sit up from the bed just now...

Could it be that he was dreaming just now?

Thinking of this, he looked back at Si Weiyuan who was sitting by the bed again, and gradually calmed down over time, and he could not feel the oppressive feeling before.

So everything he had just seen was just a dream he was having?But it's so true...

Seeing that Lin Moyu seemed to relax a bit, Si Weiyuan reached out to help him wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, and said, "Did you have a nightmare?"

The feeling of oppression disappeared, and Lin Moyu was able to face Si Weiyuan more calmly, and nodded to him: "Yes."

Si Weiyuan continued to help him wipe his sweat: "What nightmare did you have?"

Lin Moyu was about to speak, but stopped abruptly, looked at Si Weiyuan apprehensively, and decided not to speak.

If it's a dream, telling it may make Si Weiyuan suspicious, so it's better not to say it.

So Lin Moyu shook his head, lay back on the bed, and just prevaricated.

He was still worried about whether it was a dream or real, so he asked the system in his mind: Was it a dream or real just now?

The system is also confused: I can't tell the difference.

Its consciousness follows Lin Moyu, and most of the time it is in whatever state Lin Moyu is in.

Lin Moyu shook his head, a moment of silence flashed across his face.

Then he thought about it deeply, and felt that it was probably because he was too nervous and had a nightmare.

Because Si Weiyuan's affair with the evil monarch's son is too outrageous, and the original book never mentions that the two are related.Moreover, Si Weiyuan has no reason to let the evil king kill him randomly, so the idea of ​​deliberately delaying the trip is ridiculous.

So this is all a dream, right?Nightmare of shadows created by witnessing too much gore...

After comforting himself in this way, Lin Moyu felt much better, then he closed his heavy eyelids and fell asleep.

That's all, then come if you want to come with the evil king, if you really can't escape no matter what, he should sleep well before he dies.

After a while, Si Weiyuan heard peaceful breathing from the bed.

Lin Moyu was no longer afraid, so he felt relieved.

This confirms that the matter has come to an end.

Si Weiyuan took off his outer robe and gently covered Lin Moyu to prevent him from catching a cold.

Then he sat quietly by the bed and watched over Lin Moyu, admiring his sleeping face.

Not long after, a figure came to the door, Si Weiyuan looked at the door, it was Yu Xiejun.

Knowing that the person on the bed was not to be disturbed, He Xiejun stopped in front of the door, silently bowed to Si Weiyuan, signaling to report something.

Si Weiyuan didn't care to listen to him, he just wanted to sleep with Lin Moyu, so he shook his head at He Xiejun and waved his hand to let him go.

He didn't want to give Lin Moyu another chance to hear his conversation with the evil king.

Although he is asleep now.

After all, he managed to lull Lin Moyu into a dream just at the very moment, making him mistakenly think that everything he saw before was a dream when he woke up.

He Xiejun nodded, stepped back slightly from the door, and disappeared in place instantly while turning around.

The next day, Lin Moyu lifted his eyelids that were still heavy after resting all night, and woke up from the discomfort.

The bloody images of the stumped limbs in the forest and the massacre of the city last night could not be dissipated in his mind for a long time, coupled with the fear of the evil king, made his already faintly nauseated body even more uncomfortable, turned around and faced the ground Spit down.

Si Weiyuan quickly stabilized his body and patted his back.

After vomiting, Lin Moyu slowed down for a while, then raised his head and asked Si Weiyuan: "Weiyuan, has he left with the evil king?"

Si Weiyuan took a look outside, and said: "It should be gone, those people from the Immortal Sect have come out for a walk."

Lin Moyu nodded weakly, and lay back on the bed.

After throwing up, he felt even worse.

Because he hadn't eaten anything in the past two days, and now he vomited again, which made his stomach empty and felt like he was starving to death.

Originally relying on wanting to sleep to resist hunger, but he was so hungry that he couldn't sleep at all.

After holding on for a while, he couldn't resist anymore, curled up and covered his stomach and said, "Wei Yuan, I'm hungry..."

He doesn't even have the strength to get out of bed now, he has no choice but to ask Si Weiyuan for help.

If he hadn't been starving to death, he would never have said that.

Si Weiyuan covered his hand and asked: "What do you want to eat?"

Lin Moyu said: "As long as it is food."

Si Weiyuan nodded and got up: "I'll look for it right now, you should have a good rest."

"Ah."

Not long after, Si Weiyuan came back with a pot of steaming soup and a plate of roast chicken.

Lin Moyu could smell the fragrance from a long distance away, and with the help of his appetite, he forced himself to sit up from the bed.

When the thing was brought in front of him, Lin Moyu leaned closer and sucked it hard, and said joyfully and unexpectedly: "Where did you find the pot and plate, and where did this chicken come from?"

Si Weiyuan said: "The utensils are from the kitchen, and the chicken is caught from the back mountain."

He put the things on the table beside him, scooped some soup and meat into the bowl with a spoon, brought them to Lin Moyu, and fed him with the spoon.

Lin Moyu was so hungry that he opened his mouth and took a sip regardless of whether he fed it or not.

Just after taking a sip, Lin Moyu opened his eyes wide, and said full of praise: "What kind of soup is this so fresh?"

Seeing that he liked it so much, Si Weiyuan pursed his lips and smiled: "Snake soup."

Lin Moyu opened his mouth, and was silent for a while, when suddenly he felt that the soup he just drank was not fragrant.

He resisted the urge to stick his fingers into his throat to induce vomiting: "Are you going to catch a snake?"

"Ah."

"Then is this snake poisonous?"

"I don't know, but I removed its head and guts and it should be fine."

"..." Lin Moyu suddenly felt that he would die of poison in the next moment.

He refused the hot soup that Si Weiyuan fed him again, and instead ate the roast chicken, which was harmless no matter how you looked at it.

He was so hungry that he picked up the whole chicken and ate it.

Not to mention, Si Weiyuan's hand-roasted chicken is really good. Although there is no seasoning, the taste of the chicken is not much worse after being roasted so that it is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. At least the original deliciousness of the chicken is preserved.

Lin Moyu ate and found that he had been enjoying it all to himself, completely leaving Si Weiyuan aside, and suddenly felt that this was not good, so he asked Si Weiyuan: "Do you want to eat? How about the two of us being half of each other."

Si Weiyuan shook his head: "You eat it, I won't eat it."

Seeing how magnanimous he is, Lin Moyu is not polite anymore, and concentrates on enjoying the food.

After eating, Lin Moyu wiped his mouth with unsatisfied enthusiasm, and got out of bed: "Where are those people from the fairy sect? Why don't we go find them, in case the evil king comes again soon, there are so many people to deal with. "

Si Weiyuan said that those people were gathering in the main hall to warm up the fire. I don't know if they went out of the temple with the evil king last night and started killing again, forcing some monks to enter the temple again, so there were more people.

After hearing this, Lin Moyu dragged Si Weiyuan to the main hall.

He now likes places with a lot of people, full of yang energy and peace of mind.

Entering the main hall, Lin Moyu saw many fire piles, some were surrounded by several people, and some were alone.

They hardly spoke to each other, as if they just gathered here to warm up with each other, without a trace of human touch.

The firewood used for the fire has already been taken by those who warmed the fire. Lin Moyu looked around with his chilly body around, and walked up to a person who looked gentler and asked him to borrow fire: "This brother , can we have a fire together?"

The man moved aside casually: "Please sit down."

Lin Moyu pulled Si Weiyuan to sit down together.

After roasting for a while, Lin Moyu still couldn't stop coughing, his face turned slightly red, and his body became hot.

It just so happened that the owner of the fire next to him was a medical practitioner. He saw Lin Moyu's illness at a glance, and kindly reminded him: "You have a fever now. If you don't take the medicine, it will be bad."

Lin Moyu frowned slightly, and before he could speak, the good doctor took out a bundle of herbs from his spiritual pouch, and said that he happened to have this medicine here, and he just boiled it and drank it.

Lin Moyu quickly thanked him, and then Si Weiyuan took the herbal medicine to help him decoct it.

During the time when Si Weiyuan left him, Lin Moyu suddenly started to vomit, but this time he didn't vomit anything, just retching.

The doctor couldn't stand it anymore, so he kindly helped him feel his pulse.

When Lin Moyu's pulse was detected by pressing his finger, the doctor raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and said, "You are happy."

Lin Moyu raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with surprise: "What did you say?"