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"Volunteer?!"

Mo Wuchen never expected that he would hear such an answer from Cang Ling.

He originally thought that Wu Yun in the last life was tortured by Cang Ling because he betrayed the Demon Palace, but Cang Ling refuted it before, because Wu Yun is the son of the old man, so he would rather live to atone for his sins than be useless die.

But the fact is the fact, Cang Ling did not leave Wu Yun's life behind, but also smoked Wu Yun's spirit, cut off his flesh and blood, and made Wu Yun die a miserable death.

But now, Cang Ling gave him such an answer - in the last life, Wu Yun voluntarily!

Mo Wuchen almost thought that Cang Ling was lying, but looking into Cang Ling's calm eyes, he knew it was not.

Mo Wuchen couldn't help touching his sore heart, he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

Mo Wuchen knows better than anyone the pain of being drawn out of his soul by being alive, and the misery of being shattered, but he was murdered by others, but Wu Yun...was voluntary?

Mo Wuchen couldn't understand the logic, and asked in a deep voice, "Why do you want to do it voluntarily? Why does it have to be voluntary?"

Grief flashed across Cang Ling's eyes, and he quickly recovered his usual laziness and composure. He said with a smile, "You yourself have been fooled once by sacrificing the soul, and you still need to ask why? Naturally, someone voluntarily offered sacrifices to repair the soul." It’s best, if you devour it with an evil cultivation method, there will be problems.”

Mo Wuchen stared at Cang Ling, his eyes were full of murderous intent at one moment and full of pain at another.

Back then, Wu Yun had betrayed his relatives and become a street mouse that everyone shouted and beaten from the righteous and the evil. He seemed to have no hope of living, so he voluntarily sacrificed... Was it to compensate the evil palace?

The more he knew the truth about the previous life, the more heartbroken Mo Wuchen was.

Even though he and Wu Yun were calculated to hurt each other in the previous life, Wu Yun was always his younger brother. Wu Yun may have betrayed many people, but he never betrayed his elder brother!

Mo Wuchen couldn't imagine how sad and painful it would be when Wu Yun went forward with heavy burdens but no one felt sorry for him, but he knew that Wu Yun in the previous life must have lived a life worse than death, and his grief was no less than that of him being sacrificed later.

The ridiculous thing is that Wu Yun's sacrifice is a conspiracy at all, it's just a plot by Master Qi Shaoyun, it has no value or practical significance!

And he, Mo Wuchen, didn't know that his younger brother was suffering such hardships, he narrowly escaped death and destroyed the Demon Palace, and his whole life was nothing but a joke. Like Wu Yun, he was just another pawn of Qi Shaoyun.

Mo Wuchen closed his eyes, feeling endless disgust and loathing for that pious master in his heart. He really couldn't imagine how dark a person's heart must be to be able to plan such a disgusting conspiracy to make the Demon Palace Extinction, let him and Wu Yun die in a daze.

"Thank you, Palace Master, for telling me this." Mo Wuchen said in a hoarse voice, bowed respectfully, and then turned to leave.

"Don't you ask me why I need Ozawa to sacrifice?" Cang Ling stopped Mo Wuchen with deep eyes.

Mo Wuchen's footsteps paused, and he turned his head slightly: "Don't ask, see you next time, the boy will engrave the jade plaque of the exercise and give it to the palace master, I hope the palace master will recover soon, and don't have to suffer from the damage of the soul anymore .”

Cang Ling laughed playfully: "You are very smart, and...you really like Ozawa very much."

Ever since Mo Wuchen asked Meng Changqing to give him the exercises for repairing the soul, Cang Ling knew that Mo Wuchen was a very smart person. After two days of contact, he found that Mo Wuchen was smarter than he expected .

Only from a "voluntary sacrifice of the soul", I was sure that I really had a problem with my soul, and once I knew that if my problem was serious, I would need Ozawa to sacrifice my soul to cure it, so I immediately gave it as my trump card. method, to cut off his last threat to Ozawa.

This Mo Wuchen... is really a nice person.

Cang Ling was in a good mood and snatched another strawberry from him, admiring the fleeting veins on Mo Wuchen's forehead, and said with a smile: "For the sake of being so obedient, let me show you a way When Ozawa is well, you and he go to Zhamoyun Villa, and you will find many interesting things."

Mo Wuchen's pupils shrank slightly, but when he turned to face Cang Ling, his face was already calm: "The Palace Master clearly knows a lot, but why is he always unwilling to speak out?"

He looked Cang Ling up and down, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes: "After all, the palace master will not be watched all the time like Xiao Ze before, so why worry too much?"

Cang Ling chuckled, and touched his forehead: "I am insane, and I have been calculated to impose some restrictions. Some things cannot be mentioned, otherwise I will die or be injured."

He lazily stood up and patted Mo Wuchen's shoulder, and said with a smile: "I am very optimistic about you and Ozawa, you two children, you always have the intention of conquering Wan Yao Palace, give it a try, maybe The lives of us old guys will depend on you two children to save us in the end!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hands and walked away like a stroll in the courtyard.

Mo Wuchen watched him leave, and when he turned out from the door, there seemed to be bright red flashing through the sleeves, and his face suddenly changed. When he looked down, his entire face turned black.

The plate in his hand was empty, not even a single strawberry was left!

...Shameless!

Even an elder is shameless!

Mo Wuchen couldn't control the strength of his slender fingers pinching the plate, and made two "bang bang" sounds, pinching out several holes on both sides of the plate.

He took a deep breath with a straight face, and halfway through the breath he heard a noise in the room, and suddenly he didn't care about holding his breath, and rushed into the room with one stride of his long legs.

Inside the room, Ji Junze, who was propping his arms out of bed, was slightly stiff, and threw himself on the ground with a flick of his legs.

Mo Wuchen was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat, and he jumped up, laying a foundation for Ji Junze.

"..." Looking at each other, Ji Junze smiled sarcastically: "It's not broken, is it?"

He squeezed Mo Wuchen's face, lay on his chest and slowly rubbed it, as if deliberately seducing him.

"..." Mo Wuchen hugged Ji Junze tightly with trembling fingers, and after a while he said in a hoarse voice: "You scared me to death!"

Others couldn't see it, but Mo Wuchen could see clearly that his Ozawa was just pretending nothing happened, but in fact, his body was trembling in pain.

Mo Wuchen never dared to imagine how painful it would be for Ozawa to fall to the ground if he had come a little slower just now.

Ji Junze's smile paused, and he frowned helplessly in annoyance, and said with a smile, "You are a person who loves brain supplements and scares yourself? I just feel that I can control my body when I wake up after sleeping. I want to try walking around, so I can give you a surprise." Whoever thought of the surprise became frightened.

Ji Junze sighed: "It seems that this surprise was not very successful."

He opened his mouth and bit Mo Wuchen's chest, with the intention of venting his anger: "You still don't help me up? Is it comfortable to be pressed by me like this?"

The muscles in Mo Wuchen's chest tensed instantly, and he was afraid that Ji Junze's teeth would be pinched, so he deliberately relaxed. He hugged Ji Junze up, leaned over and kissed Ji Junze's ear: "If you want to resume exercise, I will help you, don't mess around alone , I would be afraid."

Ji Junze's ears turned red, he hummed in a low voice, wrapped his arms around Mo Wuchen's neck, and instructed him lazily: "Got it, act like a baby again."

Even though he still said that, he couldn't help laughing out loud, leaned over and bit Mo Wuchen's Adam's apple, the smiling look on his brows and eyes made people feel hot, and he didn't know who was acting coquettishly.

Mo Wuchen only felt a "boom", as if the blood in his whole body was ignited, he quickly tightened his arms, picked him up, and carefully placed him on the bed.

Ji Junze withdrew his arm slowly, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his white forehead, he let out a "tsk", squinted his eyes and stared at his stiff slender fingers: "It still doesn't work, it hurts badly."

With his forbearance, he even said it hurts, so it can be seen that it really hurts badly.

Mo Wuchen wiped Ji Junze's sweat with a handkerchief, gently pinched his knees, and then checked carefully, and after making sure that no muscles and bones were injured, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It has recovered very well. gone."

He reached out to help Ji Junze tidy up his sweaty hair, with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect to recover so well. If you continue to recover like this, as long as you sleep well and take medicine, you will soon be able to completely control your body."

In fact, where is it so easy?After all, Ji Junze injured his soul, and was deprived of the original energy used to repair his body. It is still too early to fully recover.

But Mo Wuchen's relaxed tone, with a joyful smile between his brows and eyes, made Ji Junze laugh along with him. Infected by his emotions, the frustration just now disappeared immediately.

Ji Junze sat up slightly with his own strength, then slumped contentedly on the pillow that Mo Wuchen stuffed in, sniffed the tip of his nose, and suddenly squinted and asked, "Did you steal strawberries?"

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