chief magician

After hearing what Mo Wuchen was yelling, Mo Yi instantly felt like his mood was flammable and explosive.

This Mo Wuchen is actually here to do something, right? !

I can't blame Mo Yun for calling him a vixen all the time. If he doesn't know the identity of his master, he can still tease his master. What is it if he isn't a vixen? !

and many more!

Mo Yi's pupils froze slightly.

Could it be that Mo Wuchen noticed something and came to spy on it on purpose? !

Mo Yi immediately raised his hand to grab Mo Wuchen's hand, but he held Ji Junze's hand tightly. As soon as he pulled hard, Ji Junze frowned, making him afraid to use any more force at the moment. Just use this posture to check his pulse.

Mo Wuchen's pulse was dark and heavy, vain and erratic, it was indeed a pulse with damaged spirit and unconsciousness.

He actually fell into a coma.

So, he really didn't mean it.

However, Mo Yi always felt that something seemed wrong.

"Master, we have to send him away!" Mo Yi showed a bit of guard on his face, and even warned: "If Mo Wuchen thinks this is something and comes to the Ling family to spy, then..."

The smile on Ji Junze's face faded, and he looked down at Mo Wuchen's hand holding his wrist, a faint smile slipped through his eyes.

Regardless of whether the previous maintenance was because the fate of the two of them was connected and Mo Wuchen had to do it, or because of something else, since this person chose him once, then he might as well trust him once .

With Mo Wuchen's temperament, since he has chosen a path, he will probably go all the way to the dark.

Therefore, he was actually not afraid of Mo Wuchen's inquiries.

Even if Mo Wuchen really betrayed him in the end, or if he tried to play tricks early in the morning, he had nothing to say.

If he fails to find out what's wrong with Mo Wuchen from the beginning to the end, and then loses, it can only mean one thing, that is, this person treats him so well that his mind is confused and becomes mentally retarded up.

Ji Junze smiled lightly and broke off Mo Wuchen's fingers, instead of being angry at his almost paranoid strength, he smiled instead, and only played with the jade pendant on his waist with great interest.

This was probably the most exciting gamble he had ever made in his life, and the bet was his life.

If you win, you will live and die together.

If you lose, you will go to hell together.

He likes every option.

Of course, before he died, he would pick everyone out of the magic palace.

This is not only for the original owner, but also for himself—no matter what these people in the Demon Palace have done in the past and what they will do in the future, the kindness they have shown to him and the original owner is enough for him to devote himself to them until he dies. up.

Ji Junze looked up at Mo Yi, who was always on guard, shook his head, lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "I know what you are worried about, don't worry, I can tell the difference, and I know what I'm doing. After all, I'm different from ordinary people. If one day I start to lose track of the seriousness, then I'm not far from death."

Mo Yi was stunned by Ji Junze's indifferent view of life and death, looking at his pale face, he suddenly regretted his previous vigilance and caution.

A strong man who used to be arrogant and reckless, but now he is reduced to the point where he can't stop breathing after a few steps, and he vomits blood after a little overexercise. Apart from having some fun for himself, what pleasure can there be?

He had warned Mo Yun not to interfere with his master's decision before, but now he actually started pointing fingers.

"……master!"

Mo Yi showed an apologetic look on his face, half kneeling, bowed respectfully, lowered his head, revealing his fragile neck.

"The master can do whatever he wants! The blood guard will always be a sharp blade in the master's hands, and he is willing to overcome all thorns and thorns!"

Ji Junze was amused by his solemnity, but quickly restrained his smile and nodded seriously: "I know."

After that, the voice became cheerful and light again: "Get up, Tuanzi will be back in a while. If you do this, you will scare her."

"...Yes!" Mo Yi silently showed a suspicious expression in his heart, not thinking that the girl would be frightened by his solemn expression, but still stood up obediently, and stood with her hands down.

He condescendingly glanced at Mo Wuchen on the soft bed, the emotion in his eyes had changed from the initial repulsion to indifference.

How about a possible personality problem?

How about being disobedient?

What about righteousness?

As long as the master likes it, all of this is not a problem.

Well trained...

It's not impossible to put it next to the master!

When Tuanzi came in, he saw such a strange scene.

Mo Yi looked down at her brother expressionlessly, who was holding Brother Ling's hand and whispering, but where is Brother Ling?He...he was actually playing with the jade pendant on her brother's waist, and there was an indescribable intimacy eerily revealing.

"Dessert...I'm ready..."

Tuanzi hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice.

Then, she saw that the moment she spoke, the weird atmosphere just now was suddenly shattered, Mo Yi still had a deadpan expression on his face, and Brother Ling was still as lazy as before. Yang Yang's posture as a nobleman, while her brother... lay down in a coma, peacefully.

Everything before it seemed to be her illusion.

Tuanzi looked blankly at Mo Yi and Ji Junze who looked up at him, and after a long while in a daze, he said, "Do you still drink the medicine?"

Ji Junze's expression was slightly stagnant, and a bit of disgust appeared between his eyebrows and eyes.

He thought...at least a quarter of an hour could be delayed!

"Master, drink the medicine."

Mo Yi, who was suddenly reminded, walked towards the table as quickly as possible, and even blew past the dumpling like a gust of wind, and appeared in front of Ji Junze with a medicine bottle in one hand and dessert in the other.

Ji Junze tried to struggle one last time: "Why don't you go back and eat?"

Mo Yi pursed his lips, and moved his hands forward: "Master, drink the medicine."

Ji Junze raised his hand, took up Mo Wuchen's arm that was tightly clutching his wrist, shook it, and said seriously: "One hand, you can't drink medicine."

Hearing the words, Mo Yi also had a serious face, and suggested: "Your subordinate can help the master cut off Mr. Mo's hand, and after the master finishes drinking the medicine, he can then help Mr. Mo connect it, so that no trace will be left."

Ji Junze: "..."

Group: "..."

Did she hear wrong just now?

Ji Junze twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, then helplessly stretched out his other hand to take the medicine bottle, pushed the cork away with his fingers, and a strong smell of medicine burst into his nose instantly.

At this moment, Ji Junze didn't hesitate at all, just raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The dessert in Mo Yi's hand was delivered to his lips in an instant.

Ji Junze frowned, and with his hands covered in ink, he finished the dessert in three or two gulps, and then he leaned on the soft bed sleepily, his face so pale that it was almost transparent.

Tuanzi looked at Ji Junze worriedly, and asked Mo Yi in a low voice: "Is he really all right?"

Although this is not the first time she has watched him drink medicine, she still can't help but feel distressed and have difficulty breathing every time.

She always knew that brother Ling didn't just dislike the bitter taste of this medicine, he was really afraid of drinking it.

Every time he drank the medicine, he always looked as if his spiritual power was stirring his meridians, and there was pain between his brows.

What kind of medicine is this?

Why is it so scary?

Looking at Ji Junze, who was breathing weakly, Tuanzi always felt that he might stop breathing at any moment. This thought made her feel a little scared.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and shook his head slightly.

After a while, Ji Junze slowly opened his eyes. At this time, his pale face had a pink blush, which made him look a little more healthy.

Only at this time, Mo Yi and Tuanzi would feel that this medicine should continue to be taken.

"It's time to go." Ji Junze stood up and patted the folds on his clothes that didn't exist, and then he was slightly stunned, only to realize that Mo Wuchen had let go of his hand at some point.

He smiled lightly and shook his head slightly, then looked at Mo Yi: "Remember to take him with you. After you go back, give him some medicine to restore your soul."

There was a look of gratitude in Tuanzi's eyes: "Thank you Brother Ling!"

She always had a subconscious sense of trust in Ji Junze. Seeing Ji Junze's relaxed expression, she knew that there was nothing serious about Mo Wuchen, and immediately felt very happy and relaxed.

Ji Junze shook his head amusedly: "It's okay, it's all trivial."

What a simple and generous child.

Just now he was bullied to the point of crying, but now he seems to have completely forgotten about it.

……

Mo Wuchen then followed Ji Junze in a very unique way.

He was brought into Ling's house in a coma, and then arranged in the courtyard next to Tuanzi.

If it wasn't for Mo Yi who had sent someone back to report in advance before he went back, he might have passed out this time, and he might have passed out until the next life.

However, although life is not in danger, the body is obviously not.

He was almost woken up by being strangled alive.

That's right, it's just pinching the flesh with two fingers, and then twisting it, it's the kind of pinch that's covered in bruises.

As dusk fell, Mo Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes with an extremely sharp stabbing pain.

The entire room was already empty, and the blood guards who ran away after finishing the case, obviously well versed in the principle of "a single strike will not succeed, can travel thousands of miles away", have long since disappeared.

Although Mo Wuchen didn't see anyone, he instinctively sensed that something was wrong. He opened his blood-colored eyes and scanned the surroundings without wavering. The child was dark with doubts.

This is where?

Mo Wuchen frowned and sat up from the bed, then raised his hand and pressed his forehead.

His head still hurt a little, but the moment he pressed his head, the pain disappeared, as if the pain that made him faint before was an illusion.

Suddenly, his brows that had been loosened just now were tightened, and he looked down at his throbbing arm.

After a slight pause, he raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves, and then his expression turned extremely cold.

Those blue and purple pinch marks on it... what the hell are they? !

"what?"

Suddenly there was a clear and pleasant voice from the door, with some doubts.

"Mr. Mo looks like a bit of a fierce battle? Before you came, did you go to fight with some goblin for [-] rounds?"

Ji Junze!

Mo Wuchen raised his head abruptly and looked towards the door.

Ji Junze stood at the door at some point, tilting his head and looking at his arm, with a meaningful smile.

I don't know if it's Mo Wuchen's illusion, but he always feels that although this person is smiling, the real emotion in his eyes doesn't seem to be as beautiful as his smile...

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【small theater】

Ji Junze: Do you dare to flirt with little goblins?Not sure?Bad review!Let's die together!

Mo Wuchen: ...I was pinched...