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Mo Wuchen went and came back soon, he was so happy that his brows and eyes were full of the spirit that young people should have, but when he turned around and saw the hostility on Ji Junze's face, his smile suddenly faded.

Countless guesses flashed through Mo Wuchen's mind, but unlike the previous panic, Ji Junze promised him that he would no longer have to worry about being abandoned, so naturally he was not as panicked as before.

Mo Wuchen washed Ji Junze's face with a clean towel, and asked warmly, "Why are you unhappy? What are you thinking?"

Ji Junze raised his eyes and looked at Mo Wuchen, who still had joy in his brows, hesitating.

Although he wanted to ask Mo Wuchen about some details in Mo Wuchen's memory so that he could judge what was going on with Qi Shaoyun, but this man was finally so happy at the moment, and he didn't want to bring up those memories that made Mo Wuchen unhappy. Come spoil the fun.

Ji Junze smiled: "It's okay, I was just thinking, you are so clingy to me, when will I be able to eat strawberry-flavored Bigu Dan."

The truth can be found out slowly, but the lover needs to be loved and pampered all the time.

Mo Wuchen smiled shyly, but still refused to leave stingily: "I brought the alchemy furnace here to refine it, anyway, I can't let others take care of you personally."

His ears were a little red: "Whenever I see someone hugging and touching you, I can't help but want to go crazy." Don't dislike me.

He didn't say the last sentence, but Baba'er's eyes said everything.

Ji Junze didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Old vinegar of ten thousand years, you!"

Mo Wuchen smiled softly: "This jar of vinegar is only for you."

Ji Junze paused, then laughed louder.

He looked at Mo Wuchen tenderly, with warm affection and nostalgia in his eyes.

There is a person in this world who can put himself in his heart anytime and anywhere, and love himself like crazy, it is really a very happy and happy thing.

Ji Junze pouted and hooked him with a smile: "Come here, give me another kiss."

Mo Wuchen had just wiped Ji Junze's face and neck with the towel in his hand, but he...couldn't help it because his lover invited him so enthusiastically.

So kissing and washing, it kept making noise until Ji Junze was tired and fell asleep, Mo Wuchen covered him with a quilt, leaned over and kissed Ji Junze's charming eyes, and reluctantly left the door with the basin in his hand .

He has a series of things to do in his mind, and these things must be done in the shortest time before Ji Junze wakes up, but as soon as he went out, he saw Cang Ling sitting on the porch not far away, reading a book, that was Cang Ling was obviously waiting for him on the way he had to go to the kitchen to change water and get things.

Since the last time Cang Ling dropped such a news about the explosion about Duoshe, this was the first time that he appeared in front of Mo Wuchen alone like this.

Mo Wuchen didn't look sideways, and Cang Ling didn't look up, his eyes still fell on the page: "Xiao Ze's body has suffered too much. Although you are young and energetic, and have deep feelings, you should take it easy."

Mo Wuchen's footsteps paused slightly.

Cang Ling narrowed his eyes and looked over: "You went to the kitchen to get hot water five times today."

He looked at Mo Wuchen carefully, with a strange expression on his handsome face: "If he is too unrestrained, his illness will not be easy to cure."

The young man who is always shy in front of Ji Junze has no fluctuations in his eyes at this moment, let alone blushing, he said lightly: "The palace master is worrying too much, I am sick, no, you know, don't mess around." stand up."

He didn't look like a normal man. When he said that he couldn't do it, he didn't feel ashamed at all. He was as calm as if he said that he had gained a lot of weight recently.

Cang Ling clicked his tongue: "You seem to be very proud? Yes, with Ozawa's proud temperament, he is not in good health and can be easily controlled by others, and you are always eyeing him. If it weren't for your inability, how could he let you Get close at will until you grind him to accept you completely?"

Mo Wuchen's expression was always calm, and he even had a polite smile on his face, as if he wasn't the one being bullied by Cang Ling.

Cang Ling admired Mo Wuchen's thick skin, nodded his approval, and then looked at Mo Wuchen with a half-smile: "Are you still planning to go back to Shaoyang Sect? I heard that your master asked your second junior brother to take it. A kind of medicine, it is said that it can make the eunuchs stand upright, and it can also make a woman have a child."

The smile on Mo Wuchen's face faded, and the veins on the back of his hand clutching the edge of the basin burst out.

He had already guessed where the medicine was going to be used. His master seemed to attach great importance to the fusion of his and Tuantuan's blood. If this strange Palace Master hadn't appeared in the last life, perhaps even more terrible things would have happened.

Mo Wuchen simply put the basin aside, and sat in front of Cangling: "Does the palace master already know the true identity of my master?" Otherwise, why would he always remind and hint intentionally or unintentionally?

Cang Ling raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "Then can you tell me why you seem so sure that I will hurt Ozawa?"

Mo Wuchen fell silent, and just when Cangling thought he still wouldn't say anything, Mo Wuchen stared at him: "Because I think that the Palace Master will draw Ozawa's soul for some reason in the future, and cut his body. Ozawa's flesh and blood!"

Cang Ling was stunned for a moment, and was about to refute with a sneer, but suddenly his pupils shrank slightly.

Mo Wuchen clearly saw Cangling's reaction, and his expression turned cold: "Sure enough."

He nodded, then picked up the basin again, turned around, and continued walking towards the kitchen without hesitation.

Only then did Cang Ling realize that he was being tricked by the kid in front of him. He paused for a moment, and suddenly laughed angrily: "Aren't you asking about your master's identity?"

Mo Wuchen stopped politely: "It doesn't matter who he is, since he insisted on letting Ozawa die, it is impossible for me to reconcile with him."

Cang Ling sneered, "Even if that person raised you?"

Mo Wuchen said warmly: "So what? Is it great to raise a person? Give him food and drink, give him a temporary place to live, raise him, and then let him die obediently, and even coerce him to bring him with him. Do lovers die together? Is this kind of 'bringing up' great?"

He turned his head to look at Cang Ling, with a slight smile on his face: "The Palace Master raised Ozawa too, I thank Palace Master."

Cang Ling stared into Mo Wuchen's eyes, and from under his gentle skin, he saw the cruelty of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Cang Ling suddenly laughed: "You want to take Xiao Ze away!"

He looked at Mo Wuchen firmly: "You think you can take good care of Xiao Ze, you think that as long as you take Xiao Ze away, you can protect him!"

Mo Wuchen still smiled gently: "It's better than being ripped apart in the future. The Palace Master is omniscient and omnipotent. He is a big man, but he doesn't like to worry about things in the Demon Palace. Ozawa has already protected several elders. I think This is enough to repay the kindness of the Demon Palace’s upbringing, he has nothing to do with the second uncle and the others, but his flesh and blood and soul will not be given to the Palace Master.”

Cang Ling heard that he was satirizing himself for not being able to retreat before, and letting Ji Junze deal with everything was also mocking him for almost losing the elders of the Demon Palace, and it was Ozawa who saved everything.

There was a strong murderous intent in Cang Ling's eyes, but Mo Wuchen didn't seem to notice it, and smiled at him politely, and then resisted his spiritual pressure, taking one step at a time, difficult but steady to the distance go.

Cang Ling was a little dazed, until Mo Wuchen walked out of his spiritual pressure range, then he smiled and smiled softly: "This kid is pretty good, he treats Ozawa well from the bottom of his heart, and he is ruthless, ruthless As for the people who don’t deserve it, they won’t repent and hurt Ozawa in the future because of the unworthy people’s hearts.”

He seemed to be talking to himself, the breeze was blowing, and no one responded to him.

Cang Ling sighed softly, leaned on the long corridor, lazily waiting for Mo Wuchen to come back.

But this waiting process was a bit long, and Mo Wuchen actually climbed over the wall and walked another way. When he saw Mo Wuchen again, it was already half an hour later. A plate was coming in by the front door, about to go into the house.

Cang Ling laughed angrily, and shouted loudly: "Mo Wuchen!"

In the distance, the gentle-looking young man paused his footsteps slightly, with a bit of hostility in his eyes, and continued to walk into the house as if he hadn't heard it.

Cang Ling leaned back a little, and amplified his voice: "Mo Wuchen!"

The young man's face darkened all of a sudden, he turned around and walked towards this side quickly.

Cang Ling's eyes fell on the tray in his hand, which was filled with big red, bright and juicy strawberries, and a sweet smell could be smelled from a distance.

Cang Ling narrowed his eyes, stretched his slender fingers one by one, and Ling Kong took one.

Mo Wuchen's eyes darkened, and he asked calmly: "If the Palace Master doesn't want to see Ozawa so much, I will take him away today."

Cang Ling was choked, and cast a glance at Mo Wuchen: "You are so narrow-minded?"

Mo Wuchen said indifferently: "Xiao Ze has been ill recently, and his mind is heavy, so he finally fell asleep. The palace master wants to give orders and make a lot of noise. You can change the place, or we can change the place."

Cang Ling paused, then laughed loudly, ate three big strawberries in one go, and then said: "Don't run away, I know what you are worried about, but what you are worried about is not true now."

The hostility in Mo Wuchen's eyes was instantly suppressed, and he asked in a deep voice, "What does Palace Master mean?"

Cang Ling lazily smiled and said: "I didn't think of it before, but when you reminded me, I remembered it. Ozawa was poisoned by Gu blood in his body, and he has a special physique. If you insist, I will pump his soul." , eat his flesh and blood, then, there is only one possibility."

Mo Wuchen's heart skipped a beat, faintly feeling that a huge mystery was about to be revealed, but on the surface, he remained calm.

Cang Ling refused to say anything, just smiled and looked at the strawberry in Mo Wuchen's hand.

Mo Wuchen held his breath for a long while, gritted his teeth, and showed a perfect respectful smile on his face: "The palace master please taste these strawberries. I specially asked my subordinates to get these strawberries for Ozawa. If the palace master likes them, I will let you eat them later The subordinate sent a plate to the Palace Master."

Cang Ling stretched out his hand to pick up a strawberry, and looked at Mo Wuchen bent over with a smile: "Three dishes."

Mo Wuchen tightened his hand holding the plate, and said softly, "Okay, three plates."

Cang Ling laughed loudly, patted Mo Wuchen's shoulder with satisfaction, and after eating a strawberry slowly, said in a deep voice: "If the situation you mentioned really happens, then the only one There may be only one, and that is... Ozawa did it voluntarily! He voluntarily sacrificed his soul, flesh and blood, and the purpose was probably to save me."