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

hatred?

When Mo Zheng heard Li Fuyi talk about hatred, the first thing he thought of was that he hated himself.

So what can I say or do to comfort him?

like……

She couldn't even reach out and pat his back to calm him down, because her arms were also held by Li Fuyi.

For a moment, he could only sigh deeply, close his eyes, and let the person crying silently with his face buried in his chest vent to his heart's content.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Fuyi slowly stopped crying.

He propped up his upper body and looked down at Mo Zheng, his face still wet with tears and his eyes red.

"Master, I want to avenge my sister."

Mo Zheng subconsciously tensed up all over, but then relaxed immediately.

Then Li Fuyi continued, "The Tianyao Female Sect, the Longxing Dao Sect... and even the Ghost Realm, they are all the culprits who killed my sister. Master, I want revenge..."

"Yeah, that's what I should do." Mo Zheng felt relieved after hearing this, but he didn't relax completely.

He didn't even have the courage to ask, do you hate Master?

Li Fuyi watched the fear and sadness that flashed across Mo Zheng's eyes, and finally he returned to his usual gentleness and elegance.

Laugh at the delusions in your heart.

The situation that day happened right before his eyes, and he actually expected his master to tell some lies to deceive him...

But he never makes things difficult for himself. Since he can't let go, then he might as well not let go!

If we really want to talk about Sister Zuo's revenge, the culprits were also those people from the ghost realm.

Let's settle all of them first, and then it won't be too late to come back and settle them slowly.

When people live in this world, they must always keep some thoughts for themselves. Master, just treat it as a thought that he borrowed from my sister temporarily.

Otherwise, I would lose my elder sister, and then my master, my senior sister, my junior brother, and so many people in the Zichen Sword Sect...

He also didn't know when he would go crazy.

But from today on, his master will no longer be the same to him.

"Hmm!" As if encouraged by her master's approval, Li Fuyi burst into laughter with tears and a firm look in her eyes.

With extremely careful movements, he half-supported Mo Zheng to sit on the pillow, and reached out to undress him.

Mo Zheng was so frightened that he wanted to sit up urgently, "hiss..." The pain made him break out in a cold sweat!

Xuanxian's body is so strong that even if there is a hole in it, it can be healed by growing new flesh and skin by using various rare treasures.

But the pain in between will not be reduced in the slightest.

On the contrary, because the five senses are so sharp, the slightest disturbance will amplify the pain dozens or even hundreds of times.

"Does it hurt?" Li Fuyi lowered her voice, as if she was afraid that speaking too loudly would increase Mo Zheng's pain.

"Well... a little." The veins on the back of Mo Zheng's hand that was clutching the clothes bulged, and he felt his temples throbbing.

It really hurts!

It felt like scratching a wound with a blunt knife, the pain was like torture.

Li Fuyi waited until he had adjusted a little before reaching out to untie his belt again. "Master, can you please let me see the wound?"

"I was so anxious to bury my sister that day that I didn't have time to look after Master. How come his wound hasn't healed after all these days?"

This was half true and half false. Half of it came from unconscious worry and heartache, and the other half was from confusion as to why the wound hadn't healed for so long.

Although he was delirious due to the fever, he still heard everything that Nan Yubai and Hua Jiantang said outside the door.

As he spoke, the wound on Mo Zheng's abdomen seemed to be extremely serious.

That day, I quickly stopped the bleeding for him and left with my sister's body.

According to common sense, not to mention recovering as before, he shouldn't need to stay in bed to heal his wounds like he does now.

Mo Zheng was in so much pain that he didn't have the strength to groan. He just leaned back on the pillow and nodded slightly.

Li Fuyi unbuttoned Mo Zheng's shirt and found that there was no bandage inside.

Just use a piece of cloth to fix two pieces of white cloth, one in front and one in the back, to cover the two ends of the wound in front and behind.

Faintly, some red color seeped through the cloth.

He was stunned, and his hands became more careful and gentle. When he lifted the cloth, his eyes moved back and forth between the wound and Mo Zheng's face.

Even if Mo Zheng took a breath, he would stop immediately.

When the wound was fully exposed, Li Fuyi's hand holding the towel trembled and she almost dropped the towel to the ground.

Without the blood-clotted covering that day, the new flesh growing from the rough edge of the wound was pink and fragile, with a unique texture trying to fill the terrible hole.

But the fragile and tender new flesh was covered with cracks of varying sizes and lengths, with jagged edges, as if caused by some rough sharp weapon.

The skin and flesh were red from the inflammation and so swollen that it seemed like it might split open again at any moment.

What oozed from the wound seemed to be not all blood, but also tissue fluid, which mixed together to form a disturbing color.

Mo Zheng's muscles were pulled by his breathing or the slightest movement, and the flesh of the wound seemed to twitch synchronously.

"How can it be so serious!" Li Fuyi whispered in a hoarse voice.

At the same time, he concentrated his immortal power in his hands and covered the wound on Mo Zheng's abdomen through the air, trying to speed up its healing.

But Mo Zheng patted her wrist gently, "Don't... don't waste your energy. You just had a fever."

"This is an injury from the ghost vine. Wounds always come back. It's okay...hiss..." As he spoke, Mo Zheng accidentally pulled the wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

"It's taking a while to heal, but Yubai said that if you just lie down quietly and don't move, you'll suffer less."

He bared his teeth, and his smile was uglier than crying, which made Li Fuyi frown.

"It's the ghost vine again!" His fists clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound. These people in the ghost realm deserve to die!

When he looked at the wound again, his eyes froze, and he asked without hesitation, "Why isn't the Bingche Immortal Vein functioning?"

Mo Zheng opened his eyes wide and looked at Li Fuyi in horror, who had a look of pity on her face.

I was even more panicked.

He knew... He knew about the Bingche Immortal Vein!

However, the next moment, Mo Zheng felt a cool and refreshing sensation in his abdomen, and the pain that had been tormenting him for many days eased a lot.

As the original owner of the Bingche Immortal Vein, Li Fuyi easily mobilized the Bingche Immortal Vein hidden in Mo Zheng's body.

A layer of faint blue light appeared on the surface of the wound, flowing like water, tightly wrapping the new flesh and blood.

"Ice-Clear Immortal Vein, disciple has already known about it, no problem." There was no emotion in his words, as if the Ice-Clear Immortal Vein was some insignificant blue cabbage leaf.

Mo Zheng recognized every word Li Fu said, but he seemed to not understand when they were put together.

Mo Zheng stared at him in a daze, so surprised that he even temporarily forgot the pain.

Li Fuyi unconsciously put on a doting smile at the corner of her mouth.

He accelerated the flow of immortal power in his palm, causing the ice-blue color on the wound to become purer.

"You...you know...ah?"