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

Mo Zheng mumbled in a daze, his voice suddenly rising an octave, "Li Fuyi! You... Brother Bu... uh... you always bully me..."

In the dream, Mo Zheng was complaining to his brother Bubu, who had bound feet.

I hugged the long legs of my black fan brother, whom I had never met, who was my half-brother, my teacher and my friend, and cried my heart out.

He seemed to hear the gloating laughter of his editor Latiao, which made him cry even more sadly.

But in reality, Li Fuyi's heart skipped a beat when she heard the few words she could barely recognize.

Who exactly is this "Brother Bu"?

The names of several peak masters do not contain the word "bu", not even a homonym for it.

The rest... In the sect, there are some senior brothers who are of the same generation as the master. Could it be one of them?

But I have never seen that Master had such a close relationship with any of them in the past.

Before he could sort out his confusion, Mo Zheng in his arms really whimpered a few times.

He was so frightened that he didn't care about anything else and was suddenly at a loss.

She wiped the tears from Mo Zheng's eyes with the sleeve of her inner garment and coaxed him softly, "Master, don't cry, Fu Yi is here."

It was not known whether his coaxing had worked or Mo Zheng had already vented his anger in his dream, but the sobbing gradually stopped.

He sniffed and muttered, "Xiaohua! Don't take my... that's the hamburger your senior brother made for me..."

After saying this, he seemed to be still immersed in the delicious food in his dream, smacking his lips with satisfaction.

She playfully extended the tip of her pale pink tongue and slowly licked around her lips before she leaned contentedly in Li Fuyi's arms and fell asleep.

Li Fuyi stared at this scene intently. He felt the heat in his body rising continuously, and his blood seemed to be surging in a certain direction.

Li Fuyi looked at Mo Zheng's slightly open lips, and her self-control gradually loosened.

He slowly lowered his head and carefully kissed Mo Zheng's lips.

Their lips overlapped, and Mo Zheng's breath sprayed on Li Fuyi's face, carrying a faint aroma of wine and Mo Zheng's unique scent.

Li Fuyi's heartbeat pounded in his ears, as if urging him to go further, clamoring for more.

His movements were as gentle as a falling feather. He just wanted to taste it briefly and stopped. He managed to hold back with great difficulty relying on his remaining sanity.

But Mo Zheng's tongue suddenly came out and he took the initiative to meet her.

His self-control completely collapsed at this moment.

The kiss instantly became more passionate, and the tip of the tongue wandered inside Mo Zheng's mouth, exploring every corner and savoring the taste he had been thinking about day and night.

His arms tightened unconsciously, as if he wanted to embed Mo Zheng into his body and become one with him.

It wasn't until Mo Zheng's breathing became more rapid that Li Fuyi realized they needed to breathe.

She ended the kiss reluctantly, but still pressed her forehead against Mo Zheng's and closed her eyes, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat.

“…It’s really terrible…”

After an unknown amount of time, he carefully got up and sent Mo Zheng back to bed.

He leaned over to wipe Mo Zheng's wet feet dry, and when he saw Mo Zheng's slightly swollen lips, he quickly looked away.

At this moment, he had no confidence in his self-control.

After helping Mo Zheng adjust his sleeping position, he was hesitating whether to take off his outer robe so that he could sleep more comfortably.

But he found a strange tassel among the folds of clothes.

It is decorated with small pearls, so it doesn’t look like a man’s item!

When he pulled it out and saw the nine fox tails with bared fangs and claws, he immediately knew who it belonged to.

I instantly wanted to grind this damn sachet into powder!

But then he thought again, his master had hidden it on the side of his waist, and he had not even noticed the existence of this thing during these days of being with him day and night.

I think he cares a lot.

If this sachet suddenly disappears, I will inevitably be questioned. It is better to take a long-term view and make sure that Master takes it down himself.

He covered Mo Zheng with a quilt, touched his lips again, then brought the foot washing water and quietly closed the door and went out.

It was not until he left that he regained his freedom. Today, the law of nature has become even more tyrannical.

Whenever Li Fuyi approaches Mo Zheng, it will be controlled and unable to contact the host.

It seemed as if he saw through it and was on Mo Zheng's side. He had no loyalty to Li Fuyi and was afraid that it would do something bad.

Looking at the host who was sleeping soundly and unconscious, it was like an old father who saw his cabbage being eaten away, but could not say anything.

This guy!

It's not like she has no feelings for the host at all. It seems like she has fallen in love with him.

Why hasn’t the memory been restored yet?

The next morning, Mo Zheng crawled out of the quilt with his head covered.

I leaned there for a long time.

He didn't get out of bed to wash until Li Fuyi brought in hot water.

The heat relaxed every pore, and Mo Zheng became much more awake.

"Fuyi, have we prepared the winter clothes we need?"

Winter clothes are not commonly used in the world of immortal cultivation, but anyone with a little bit of cultivation does not need to wrap himself in three layers outside and three layers inside.

What's more, it is often difficult to find a robe that suits you, and it is even harder to find a top-quality or semi-top-quality robe.

Ordinary winter and summer vestments are completely adequate for protection, and unless it is intentional, one piece is sufficient.

However, the Far North snowy region and its surrounding areas are exceptions.

If ordinary monks stay around the Snow Abyss for more than three hours, they have to wear special winter clothes over their robes.

Otherwise, at the very least, you will suffer frostbite and the cold poison will enter your body; at the worst, your sacrum will be damaged and your foundation will be ruined.

This kind of cold seems to have magical properties. The closer you get to the depths of the snow, the more terrifying it becomes.

It is a world covered in ice and snow that even cultivators are afraid of. The cold is a sign of intimidation from the snowy land to strange creatures.

For those like Mo Zheng and his team who are preparing to go deep, the winter clothes they need are even more extraordinary.

Fortunately, the Zichen Sword Sect has three bases on the border of the Snow Territory, and several of them have accumulated resources.

Before coming, Mo Zheng had asked people to leave emergency supplies at several bases, and all the other small top-quality winter clothes were sent to where they were staying.

Only in this way could we get the small, top-quality winter clothes needed by the entire team without emptying the base.

But they left in a hurry, and the winter clothes hadn't arrived last night.

So as soon as Mo Zheng woke up, he asked about Dong Yi.

Li Fuyi nodded and handed Mo Zheng the warm tea on the ground. "It has been delivered. Several stewards personally escorted them. They all arrived safely."

"Okay, let's go take a look."

When Mo Zheng led Li Fuyi to the hall, everyone had arrived.

Several boxes sealed by a formation were placed in the center. When the managers saw Mo Zheng coming out, they hurriedly saluted.

Mo Zheng casually said, "Thank you for your hard work, open it now."

He first said to Qiao Qianan, whose beard had disappeared and who had regained his youthful appearance, "Master Qiao, do you have anything prepared? If you need it, I can pick one for you."

Qiao Qianan didn't hesitate and agreed. He followed Mo Zheng to the box and picked up a gray suit at random.

"That's all. Thank you, Master Ying Xi."