Feeding humans, she's serious

Gu Fanyin's funeral was very grand.

Even Yuezhi, who had been busy with the work, couldn't help but walked towards Mo Chouzhou who was shutting himself up in the corner, and asked, "Why did you do things so quickly this time?"

The person died yesterday, and the post about the funeral was posted today, and that post was even sent to various small sects far away, and... unexpectedly, it was done extremely delicately.

Mo Chouzhou: "..."

He squatted alone in the corner and sighed, silently rubbing the dark circles under his eyes that appeared yesterday.

Xiuxian can't save it!
No one knows what he went through!
I was woken up by a ghost in the middle of the night. The other party didn't know what secret technique he had mastered without a teacher. His body was ethereal, but he was able to stretch out a hand directly from mid-air.

Mo Chouzhou: ...he can't handle this order without a roomful of Lingshi!
After hearing this, Gu Fanyin raised his eyebrows, opened the space very naturally, and then Mo Chouzhou watched countless spirit stones flow out of it.

The top one hit him on the head with a bang.

Out of love for Lingshi, Mo Chouzhou just stood there and didn't dodge.

Thinking of this, Mo Chouzhou looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh of relief. Before he could speak, he noticed that Yue Zhi who had just turned around turned his head back, lowered his eyes to stare at the redness, and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with your head? What's going on?"

"Do you want to go to Wu He to get some medicine?"

Mo Chouzhou's heart fluttered suspiciously for a while, then he continued to shake his head, stretched out his hand to touch the redness that was no longer obvious, and there was a smile that Yuezhi couldn't understand on his face.

Yuezhi stood by the side and hesitated for a moment, finally left a porcelain bottle and turned away.

The small pill rolled out of the bottle and landed in Mo Chouzhou's palm. The latter was stunned, suddenly aware of Yuezhi's tenderness.

Jianxiu's medicine is definitely not a problem, Mo Chouzhou held the pill and looked at the sun, and then swallowed it without hesitation.

As soon as it entered his throat, a strong medicinal fragrance swept over his entire sense of taste. Mo Chouzhou squinted his eyes, feeling that his blood, which was a little tired, began to boil.

Wait... Mo Chouzhou looked down at his overly rosy hand, the missing nerve finally hesitantly caught up with the thread.

passionate?

Memories slowly emerged in his mind, and Mo Chouzhou swallowed hard as he looked at Yue Zhi's back as he drifted away.

Wu He's medicine has always been adjusted to people. If it is a medicine that a sword repairer who can practice swords in China and Japan does not feel tired at all... how could it be a person like him who spends three days fishing and two days drying the net? Tolerable dosage? !
Mo Chouzhou raised his hand to wipe the blood from his nose, then got up from the ground stiffly and slowly.

The disciple of the Imperial Artifact Sect who returned to normal after voluntarily erasing his memory saw his distraught appearance, and the anti-gentle disciple couldn't help but offered to help: "Senior Mo? How about I do something for you..."

"No!" Mo Chouzhou calmly took out a handkerchief to cover his bleeding nose, and snatched what he was holding as he walked, with the determination of a strong man breaking his wrist, "I'll do it! I can do it!" continue--"

It was originally a disciple of the Imperial Artifact Sect with the work he pushed over: "???"

He looked down at the two or three spots of blood scattered on the ground, and had the most intuitive understanding of the professionalism of this senior.

"Ah, I really have a lot to learn..."

The Yuqimen disciple hadn't finished sighing, and the next second, he bumped into the person head-on.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Did you hurt from the fall?"

The disciple lowered his head weakly, looked awkwardly at the woman who was stepping back while covering her hit head, and the expression on her face became even more guilty: "Where did you come from, me, I will use the quota of free refining equipment to make some compensation for you Bar……"

"This Yunqiong Palace can be regarded as my masterpiece!"

"Ah?" The woman was stunned when she heard this. She had a gorgeous face and was wearing a large piece of gold-red contrasting color. When she froze, she had a different kind of beauty, "You mean? Give me a weapon?"

"This Yunqiong Temple is really good, but fellow daoist, do you know who I am?"

The woman saw that the scene in front of her was a little funny, and she didn't intend to embarrass him, she just left a word and patted him lightly from the top of his head. , and there is only a luxurious fragrance left on the opposite side.

He subconsciously touched the top of his head, and his always hesitant eyes slowly turned into twisted sandalwood shapes.

And on the rockery opposite, Ning Zhi, who happened to witness all this, taunted the woman who was walking slowly: "When did the Weaving Plum Fairy in Jiuxiang Tower be so bottomless? Just ask for a young monk's hair." Heart?"

Now that the woman who walked in front of him heard this, she curled her lips and smiled indifferently: "Isn't this the little pet of Fairy Fanyin? Why are you hiding in such a small corner after death?"

"Is it shameful... or was that fairy killed by you?"

As soon as the voice changed, the woman approached Ning Zhi, and said words of punishment with a smile.

Sensing a strange smell approaching, Ning Zhi subconsciously took a step back, and because of too much force, he slammed into a sharp rock.

He lowered his eyes and didn't answer, he saw a trace of surprise in the eyes of the woman in front of him.

"Young Master Ning, it seems that you are hiding some nasty things that you cannot tell."

The woman covered her face and smiled, suddenly a few seductive charms emerged from her slender figure, Ning Zhi raised his eyes, and the pair of eyes that met him were calm and frightening.

He snorted lightly, and pushed the person away with his devilish energy without hesitation.

"This is really an incredible discovery, the little son whom Fairy Fanyin loves is actually a demon cultivator..."

"Appearing here aboveboard, do you have the strength to support you, or do you think that person will climb out of the coffin to protect you?"

"You must pay attention to evidence." Ning Zhi didn't show the fluctuation of his true face at all, but calmly tugged at his sleeves, and the corner of his mouth showed a nasty curve: "Miss Gu who defected from the Gu family."

"Let me see, what's the name?"

"Gu Jingniao? Or Gu Jingchong?"

Hearing these words, the woman who had just spoken words changed her complexion instantly, and the lightly smiling face was removed. She met Ning Zhi's mocking eyes, and emphasized extremely uncomfortably: "It's Gu Jingque. !"

"It doesn't matter, this Miss Feiqin... said that you are in the dark business of helping people refine weapons?"

"So what? You don't think that I will help you with a magic repair..."

"One golden core stage weapon is ten..."

"Oh, mere..."

"High-grade spirit stone." Ning Zhi put down the last weight calmly, watched the woman's face change drastically, and finally forcibly reversed his words and nodded directly.

"A mere golden core weapon, of course it won't be a problem!"

Ning Zhi looked at her, smiled without saying a word.

The two didn't talk for long, and after finalizing the matter, they prepared to leave separately. Ning Zhi turned around, but Gu Jingque looked at the looming dagger at his waist, and suddenly said:

"You should also put your heart on that person."

"Then why did you kill her?"

Ning Zhi paused, his back suddenly became extremely lonely, Gu Jingque put it away as soon as he saw it, and left in another direction after speaking.

I don't know how long it took before the person who was alone in the corner dared to look at the bustling crowd from a distance. For a moment, he grasped the dagger at his waist in extreme fatigue.

Holding the dim ruby ​​in his fingertips, a corner of the mask on his face was finally lifted, revealing the most authentic emotions.

"Gu Fanyin, I regret it..."

He closed his eyes, missing a finger that suddenly appeared in the air.