Cold Priest VS Ancient Ferocious Beast

Su Qingchen, who was as soft as boneless, was carefully carried back to the bed by Mo Zhu.

"Master Mozhu, what happened to the priest?"

The little fairy boy asked anxiously.

"No problem, my lord, you have been in the Ice Abyss for three days and your spiritual power is depleted. I will transfer some spiritual power to you. You will recover after more rest."

"oh oh……"

Mo Zhu didn't observe Su Qingchen any further, and directly told him the reason why Su Qingchen fainted. The little fairy boy was a little bit unbelievable.

Without waiting for the little fairy boy to think about it, Mo Zhu opened his palms and slowly transferred spiritual power into Su Qingchen's body.

The little fairy boy quietly left the bedroom and went to the fairy forest to collect dew for the high priest.

Su Qingchen, who was barely breathing when he returned to the Su Temple, gradually recovered his breathing after the influx of Mo Zhu's spiritual power.

Mo Zhu looked at Su Qingchen, whose face was gradually regaining its color, and ended the transfer of spiritual power. Then he gently placed his right hand on Su Qingchen's pulse, feeling the regular rhythm under the snow-white skin.

It was late at night, and the sleeping Su Qingchen slowly opened his eyes.

What caught his eye were Mo Zhu and the little fairy boy, one head big and one small, looking at him seriously beside the bed.

"Priest! You're awake!"

The little fairy boy said happily.

"keep your voice down."

Mo Zhu reminded him expressionlessly from the side.

"Oh, Priest, are you feeling better? Would you like some water?"

The little fairy boy immediately lowered his voice and spoke softly.

"Ah."

"I'll get it!"

The little fairy boy ran to the table and poured a glass of water, but before he returned to the bed, the water was taken away by Mo Zhu.

"Master, I am offended."

Without waiting for Su Qingchen to answer, Mo Zhu reached out and lifted Su Qingchen up from the quilt and held him in his arms.

"Master, I want to take you for myself."

For some reason, Su Qingchen heard these words in his mind.

Before Su Qingchen could think about it, Mo Zhu had already fed the water to Su Qingchen's mouth.

Su Qingchen opened his mouth and took a sip.

"Priest, is it delicious? I picked it during the day."

The little fairy boy asked.

"Ah."

Su Qingchen responded softly.

"Then drink more. The dew from the fairy forest replenishes your spiritual energy."

Although the little fairy boy didn't have the chance to feed the baby water with his hands, he still had to use his mouth to do a good job.

"Be good." Su Qingchen felt at ease and relieved at this moment.

"Your Excellency the Priest, you suffered a lot in the Ice Abyss a few days ago. Now that you are back, you should rest well for a few days. Hey, you have to go to the South China Sea in a few days. Can you please not go?"

The little fairy boy chattered incessantly.

"I'm much better now." Su Qingchen leaned comfortably on Mo Zhu's broad shoulders, closed his eyes and concentrated.

"Did you hear any unusual noises in the hall in the past few days?" Su Qingchen asked.

"Have!"

"No."

Mo Zhu and the little fairy boy gave two completely different answers in unison.

Su Qingchen left Mo Zhu's arms, sat up, and looked at Mo Zhu and the little fairy boy.

"what happened?"

"There are some!"

The little fairy boy spoke first.

"At that time, Master Mozhu was still Little Qiongqi, so he might have forgotten. I heard a very strange sound outside, and then I heard Master Mozhu on the bamboo couch, uh... hum."

The little fairy boy felt that it was rude to hear Lord Mozhu calling out to him.

"Lord Mozhu's injuries haven't healed yet, but he kept running around on the bamboo couch, looking very scared. I put the priest's shoes on the bamboo couch, and Lord Mozhu got in and felt better."

The little fairy boy described the situation in detail.

After listening, Su Qingchen looked at Mo Zhu with sharp eyes.

Mo Zhu just lowered his head.

"Lift your head and look at me."

Su Qingchen ordered.

Mo Zhu raised his head, there was not much emotion in his eyes, he just looked at Su Qingchen seriously.

"Did you hear any unusual noises in the past few days?"

"Have."

"Why did you lie just now?"

"Oh, Master Priest, please don't be angry. Master Mozhu hadn't recovered yet at that time. He was so young. I didn't mean to lie to you."

The little fairy boy even gestured with his hands, making Mo Zhu look only as big as a steamed bun, in an attempt to reduce Mo Zhu's guilt.

Su Qingchen just looked at Mo Zhu and didn't say anything.

"Go prepare water for the priest to bathe."

Mo Zhu instructed the little fairy boy.

"Yes, Xiaoxian has withdrawn."

The little fairy boy looked at Mo Zhu with some sympathy. He had been whipped so many times recently and had to kneel for so many days. The high priest had just returned and was angry again.

"I heard it."

"Then?"

"My demonic source went to the Ice Abyss. I know I was wrong."

As he said that, Mo Zhu knelt down.

"...Heh, do you know what's wrong? What did I say before I left?"

"You cannot get out of bed until you have regained your human form. After you have recovered, you must guard the palace and not go to the Ice Abyss."

"What do you take my words for? I can't teach you a lesson, can I?"

"Slave...Slave did not go. I have been on duty in the palace."

Su Qingchen was speechless because what Mo Zhu said seemed to be right.

"I was trapped in an illusion, but suddenly woke up. Was it your demonic source that absorbed those evil thoughts?"

"Yes, the devil has entered the illusion created by evil thoughts."

"Then..." Su Qingchen suddenly felt guilty.

"So what did you watch?"

"I saw... I was naked, and I had imprisoned you on the bed..."

Su Qingchen's heart ached, but he also wanted to confirm what Mo Zhu had seen.

"Ignoring the adults' resistance... being frivolous to them..."

Mo Zhu said it somewhat stiffly.

Su Qingchen's heart was completely broken.

"do not talk!"

Su Qingchen lay back, as if he had despaired of life, and even wanted to suffocate himself with the quilt.

A dignified priest has lost his reputation in this way.

The air in the bedroom was quiet for a while, and Mo Zhu knelt silently beside him.

"How long will it take to recover your human form this time?" Su Qingchen asked another concerned question.

"Less than a day."

"It's getting faster and faster. How are your injuries?"

"Already healed."

"Hmm... How long does your demonic source stay in the Ice Abyss?"

"Follow the master."

"...Wake up. Bingyuan's evil intentions have accumulated for so many years, and even I find it difficult to resist. If it weren't for you, I might have difficulty escaping from this illusion."

"Will not."

"Don't comfort me, I know. But! Forget about that illusion right away, okay? It was created by evil thoughts, not mine."

"I know. I'll carry you to take a bath."

"Um……"