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

Mo Zheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw someone waving at him from the second floor of a teahouse in the distance.

Looking closely, they turned out to be Lin Moran, Li Jiner, and a young woman in red.

Mo Zheng thought, didn’t Tongzi say that they were all going to Qiuyeyuan in the north to participate in the Ice Hunting Festival?

Why are people here?

Then he changed his mind and thought, since the two of them are here, then... Li Fuyi!

Li Fuyi should be here too.

really!

There was a young man walking towards him in front of him.

He was wearing a lavender school uniform embroidered with dark patterns, and a belt of the same color tightly bound his waist, which made his posture tall and straight, his long legs look even straighter, and his temperament was extraordinary and otherworldly.

He has a handsome face, with majestic yet delicate features, like a carefully crafted work of art.

His eyebrows were slightly raised with a strong look, his eyes were bright and lively, his nose was straight, his lips were thin, and he had a faint and friendly smile.

With light steps, the purple headband and a few strands of hair fluttered in the wind.

The whole person seemed to have his own background music, and the girls around him were all attracted to him.

The smile on Li Fuyi's face grew brighter the closer she got to Mo Zheng.

When he was still three steps away from him, he knelt on one knee to greet Mo Zheng:

"Master, disciple greets you."

"Welcome Master to come out of seclusion."

This gentle yet firm voice seems to have a soothing effect on people's hearts.

It makes people trust him and want to hear more from him.

But Mo Zheng suddenly froze.

It was this voice, the male protagonist who took revenge on him in the darkness and trampled him under his feet - Li Fuyi, he grew up.

But it was only a moment of distraction. He didn't dare let Li Fuyi kneel in the street for a long time.

He immediately went over to her, gently placed his hands on Li Fuyi's arms, and said as he supported her, "Fuyi, get up quickly. I haven't seen you for many years. You've grown up."

Li Fuyi felt even happier when she heard the pause in Mo Zheng's words.

Master, he is still the familiar Master.

Occasionally, there are always some small actions that are different from others, which inadvertently reveal some little secrets.

For example, among my fellow disciples, my master is the shortest.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he always wanted to grow taller.

With Mo Zheng's help, Li Fuyi stood up.

His gaze fell on the whorl of his master Mo Zheng's hair, and the curve of his mouth unconsciously widened a little.

As for Mo Zheng, he raised his head and looked down at Li Fuyi, who was a whole head taller than him.

I was stunned for a moment.

Just watching from a distance just now, I felt that Li Fuyi had grown into what he should be.

Now that the two of them were standing so close to each other, there was a contrast... and the damage was even more shocking.

Then, with a hint of reluctance in his voice, he began to praise: "Fuyi... I didn't expect that you have grown so tall while your master was in seclusion. Good... good~"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and wanted to touch Li Fuyi's head as he did before. When he stretched out his hand, he found that the altitude had changed with the passage of time.

Feeling somewhat lonely, he was about to withdraw his hand awkwardly, but his palm touched the familiar plush and fluffy feeling.

It turned out that Li Fuyi deliberately bent her knees, tilted her head and moved it forward.

Seeing Mo Zheng's eyes widen slightly in surprise, he took the initiative to rub Mo Zheng's palm for a few times: "Master, you are not here, it has been a long time since anyone touched your disciple's head like this."

"Sure enough, that's the feeling." His tone was full of nostalgia, which made people laugh.

Mo Zheng's old face flushed, and he withdrew his hand without leaving a trace, patting his shoulder: "You are both in the distraction stage now, so be serious."

Changing the subject: "Didn't you go to Qiuyeyuan? Why are you all here?"

Li Fuyi laughed heartily, "The Ice Hunting Festival ended early this year. My sisters heard that the ice lotus at Leiyin Heavenly Palace was about to bloom, so they came here together."

"They are in the teahouse in front. Master, shall we go over there too?" As he said this, he looked towards the few people on the second floor who were sticking their heads out.

Mo Zheng pondered for a moment, then passed by the teahouse and continued forward, involuntarily tiptoeing.

The dilapidated corner not far ahead is where the servants sell servants.

Black Bear and Xiaohua, if nothing goes as expected, will be there.

To avoid any more trouble, little flower is more important.

"If you want to go play, don't bother me."

Li Fuyi's smile faded slightly, and she looked into the distance along the direction Mo Zheng had just been looking.

"We originally settled there and have been staying here for the past few days."

Then he asked Mo Zheng, "Master, is there something wrong?"

Mo Zheng shook his head. Could he say that he deliberately got ahead of the old monk to snatch the person away?

"I want to go for a walk in front. You go back now. I will be back soon."

As the master and the disciple were talking, they arrived at the bottom of the teahouse.

Mo Zheng waved towards the second floor and continued walking forward.

Li Fuyi went into the teahouse, and soon came downstairs and followed his footsteps.

"Master, I have already agreed with my sisters that I will walk with you and have dinner together later."

"The honey-bait lotus seed soup here is a real delicacy. I just told the shopkeeper to prepare it when I came out."

Mo Zheng nodded and let him follow.

Li Fuyi kept one step behind and saw his master Mo Zheng about to turn into the dirty alley.

He quickly reminded her, "Master, that place...is not clean. Can I accompany you to take a look around here?"

Mo Zheng came here in the first place, so naturally he wouldn't listen to him.

He showed a special interest in this alley, and said in a mysterious voice, "Master, after counting with my fingers, I have a vague feeling that there is a connection here."

Half jokingly, he said, "Come with me, I might even be able to find you a mistress."

Of course, what the master's wife said was just talk.

Mo Zheng, this BT cannon fodder character, never worshipped heaven and earth or found a Taoist partner until his death.

Who knows that the speaker has no intention but the listener has intention.

Li Fuyi was originally happy because Mo Zheng came out of seclusion. The long-awaited reunion made him want to stay with Mo Zheng as long as possible and he didn't want to leave for a moment.

But when he heard the word "Master's Wife", his smile froze instantly and the smile in his eyes disappeared without a trace.

Although he still had a smile on his face, his heart was in turmoil.

Mo Zheng had already caught a glimpse of the ugly scarred black bear demon from the corner of his eye. His eyes were shining and he was anxiously looking for his little disciple.

Naturally, he did not notice Li Fuyi's already hidden emotional fluctuations, but instead quickened his pace to walk inside.

He also looked around deliberately.

It’s true that although this place is simple and dirty, the quality of the slaves sold here is quite good.

The two men who were not in disguise, one young and promising, the other quite powerful, naturally became the target customers that the maids competed for.

"Hey~~ Here's an obedient raccoon slave girl~ Obedient and easy to raise~~"

"...Peach Blossom Fairy, Chrysanthemum Fairy, Jasmine Fairy~ They are so pleasing to the eye, they are perfect to be maids~~~"

……

For a moment, the bosses around who were selling female slaves were shouting as loudly as one could.

As for Mo Zheng, he followed their calls, glancing at this and that.

It meandered slowly towards the stall of the burly and ugly black bear demon.

Li Fuyi's fists under his sleeves tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again, but he couldn't show any of it on his face.

I could only follow closely, fearing that he would actually buy a beautiful witch or a goblin back home...

I really want to cover Master’s eyes!