After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Just when Mo Zheng was hesitating whether to pretend to faint to get away with it, Li Fuyi got there first, her body softening and she fell down.

Mo Zheng struggled to squat down and wanted to reach out and grab him.

But the moment I touched his body, I felt the unusual heat.

"Fu Yi!"

He hurriedly reached out his hand to Li Fuyi's forehead and found it was incredibly hot.

There were only three people in the room: the youngest disciple who had his sleeping acupoints sealed, the second disciple who had fainted from a fever, and him who thought he was awake.

He could only force himself to stand up, holding his aching abdomen, and moving his feet with difficulty to look for the only hope on Tianze Peak - Lin Moran.

When Nan Yubai hurried over, he saw the master and disciple lying side by side on the bed. He was speechless.

She reached out to feel Mo Zheng's pulse, but he dodged her, "Junior brother, I can still hold on. Look at Fu Yi, he's burning with fever."

Nan Yubai hummed, and pretended to reach over him to take the pulse of Li Fuyi who was lying inside. The moment he reached over Mo Zheng, he sealed his sleeping point.

Mo Zheng only felt that his eyes went dark, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he fell into a deep sleep.

"Humph! None of them are worry-free!"

I thought it was covered up well, so he didn't see the blood oozing out of the abdominal wound?

He is not blind!

He quickly took Mo Zheng's pulse and then untied his robe to check his wound.

When he saw that the wound, which had finally healed, was torn again, he almost wanted to give up!

But it's just a thought.

He breathed heavily through his nose, but his hands became more and more gentle, for fear of causing Mo Zheng to suffer again.

After finally dealing with Mo Zheng, Nan Yubai turned to take care of Li Fuyi, who was like a fever.

He pinched Li Fuyi's chin, took out a medicine bottle, turned it upside down, and poured it directly into his mouth.

Afterwards, he used his magical power to seal Li Fuyi's three major acupoints, and muttered:

“It’s just so worrying!”

After packing up his things, he turned around and was about to leave.

Hua Jiantang, who was chased by Baba, stopped him and said, "Uncle Yubai, when will my master and brothers wake up? Do you need a prescription?"

Nan Yubai sighed, turned around and said unhappily to Hua Jiantang, "I asked you to keep an eye on your master, what did you say?!"

"Didn't I tell you not to let him move?" His voice rose a few degrees, and it was obvious that he was really angry.

"The wound has opened again. Tell me, what should I do?"

"For a patient as disobedient as him, even a prescription? Not even a magical prescription can cure him!"

……

Hua Jian Tang was innocently affected by Nan Yubai's anger and could only listen obediently.

There were two patients lying in the room, and he didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, Nan Yubai's temper came and went quickly.

He pulled out a jar of Qingxin Pills and threw it to him. "Your master's prescription remains the same, no need to change it. Everything else remains the same too, and don't let him mess around again!"

"Li Fuyi was so angry that his mind was in turmoil."

Thinking of Li Jiner's death, Nan Yubai was speechless for a moment.

After all, his only relative had passed away, and Li Fuyi was distracted, so it was possible that he had some wrong thoughts.

"When he wakes up, give him this jar of Qingxin Pills. Take it before practicing every day, and he will be fine in half a month."

Qingxin Dan, as the name suggests, is used to clear the mind and eliminate distracting thoughts.

Having him take it before practicing every day is to ensure that he does not go astray due to his confused thoughts during this period.

In the room, Li Fuyi, who was lying on the bed with a high fever, suddenly opened his eyes.

Listening to Nan Yubai's voice outside the door, he turned his head to look at Mo Zheng who was lying beside him with a pale face.

Reluctance, reluctance and heartache swirled in my eyes.

But in the end, he turned his head back and closed his eyes.

When Hua Jiantang came in again, it was as if nothing had happened.

……

The next day, not long after Mo Zheng woke up, he raised his hand to touch Li Fuyi's forehead to see if his high fever had subsided.

Before his hand could touch his forehead, Li Fuyi firmly grasped his wrist.

Li Fuyi opened her eyes with a hazy look of half-asleep, as if realizing it was Mo Zheng, and suddenly felt relieved, then slowly closed her eyes again.

The big hand that was pinching Mo Zheng's wrist also relaxed.

His brows furrowed slightly as he mumbled, his voice even tinged with a hint of coquettishness: "Master... I have a headache..."

Mo Zheng, who was already frightened to the point of freezing himself, lay there stiffly, not daring to move at all.

He could still vividly remember Li Fuyi's questioning of him last night. Every word hit his heart like a heavy hammer, and he really couldn't find anything to refute.

Li Jin'er was indeed killed by him personally.

As for the reasons behind it, those secrets about the system and the mission were things he could not tell Li Fuyi.

In his previous life, he was able to secretly resurrect Li Jin'er, but this time even he was caught off guard and had no backup plan at all.

He understood very well the pain of suddenly losing the closest relative he had lived with day and night.

His heart was filled with guilt and powerlessness. Faced with Li Fuyi's sadness, he chose to endure it silently.

Just like his father and mother...

Even in his experience, the accident had happened nearly two thousand years ago.

But the beauty of family reunion in his dreams from time to time still made him feel unsatisfied.

When you wake up from a dream, that feeling of melancholy and loneliness has nothing to do with sadness or joy, and sometimes even requires no reason.

It was enough to make him burst into tears.

No matter how clear your mind is, you cannot separate yourself from your emotions.

What makes us human is the seven emotions and six desires, the joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, which create the various forms of life.

Mo Zheng felt that he was just an ordinary person among the countless people.

Even though he came to this land of immortal cultivation and served as the head of the immortal sect for a thousand years, deep down he was still Shu Fan, who was born in a flower-growing family and raised under the care of his parents.

He couldn't use the mission as an excuse to shift all the blame for Li Jin'er's death and Li Fuyi's pain of losing her loved ones onto himself.

So, when he faced Li Fuyi again, he was still at a loss.

However, Li Fuyi's next move overwhelmed him and threw him into disarray.

Li Fuyi, who seemed to be talking in her sleep just now, suddenly covered her eyes with her arms.

The entire bed shook slightly with his slight trembling.

Mo Zheng naturally sensed something was wrong with him, "Fuyi..." He called softly, wanting to reach out to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start.

Suddenly, he felt an arm tightly wrapped around his shoulders, and Li Fuyi buried her face in his chest as if seeking shelter.

Along with the muffled breathing sound, tears silently wet Mo Zheng's clothes.

Mo Zheng suddenly felt as if something burned his heart.

He had seen the humble, gentle and generous, arrogant, proud, angry... and even the terrifying Li Fuyi.

But I have never seen him so fragile and helpless like a child.

"Master, I hate it so much..." Li Fuyi's voice was trembling, with an incongruous sadness and helplessness.