Cold Priest VS Ancient Ferocious Beast

Su Qingchen and Xiao Xiantong's job these days is to take care of Mo Zhu, but because he almost always sleeps, there is actually nothing for the two to do.

Su Qingchen would check from time to time to see if Mo Zhu was getting hot, smoking, or if the wound had worsened. Fortunately, everything was moving in the right direction.

Finally, Mo Zhu woke up when Su Qingchen and the little fairy boy were lying beside the bed and commenting on him.

"Master Priest, Master Mozhu's feet are too big. Please bring him a few more pairs of shoes. If he goes to the lower world to train, what will he do if he doesn't have shoes big enough for him?"

"Well, he's big too, so he needs to bring more clothes."

"Where's the bed? Is there a bed that big in the underworld? If there isn't one, Lord Mozhu will have to sleep on the floor every day."

"Well, we can't bring a bed..."

“It can be put in a treasure bag.”

"In the underworld, if you're not a worshipped god, you can't use magic. If you're a sorcerer, you can use a little bit, but you probably can't even use the bag of treasures."

"Can't the Demon Control Bag be used by Lord Mozhu to sleep?"

"Now that he's in the lower realms, he'll have his own identity. He can no longer sleep in the demon-control bag."

"Ah...it seems that growing too big isn't very convenient."

"Yes, if he falls ill in the underworld, I don't know what to do, and I can't help him..." Su Qingchen began to feel melancholy.

"Slave..." Mo Zhu suddenly spoke, startling Su Qingchen and the little fairy boy.

"Lord Mozhu! You are finally awake!" The little fairy boy was a little excited.

"Yes." Mo Zhu answered the fairy boy first, then turned to Su Qingchen and said, "I will take good care of you, sir."

"Okay, let's not talk about this for the person lying down." Su Qingchen pulled Mo Zhu's wrist and took his pulse.

"Well, it's getting better." Then he gave a gratifying result.

"Lord Mozhu, would you like some water?"

"No need." Mo Zhu replied.

"Drink some." Su Qingchen said, asked the little fairy boy to bring a cup, and then began to feed Mo Zhu.

Mo Zhu cooperated and drank a little, then asked, "Master, your injury..."

"I've recovered a long time ago." Su Qingchen was indeed almost recovered. He looked in excellent spirits and spoke with full energy.

"When you get better, we'll go get the Divine Service Book, and then we can go and train."

"Yes." Mo Zhu replied.

Su Qingchen saw that Mo Zhu still seemed to be in a bad mood, so he just said patiently: "Don't worry about anything now, just heal your wounds first. I won't forgive you if you delay your training."

"Yes."

"Also, you don't have to worry about what happened before. I will make you pay for what you owe me."

"Yes."

The little fairy boy knew that the High Priest said this to make Master Mozhu feel better, so he continued, "Master Mozhu, Master also told you to rest well until you recover. You must not worry about other things."

"Yeah." Mo Zhu replied.

"Master, he..." Mo Zhu asked again.

"It's fine, but he's been very busy lately, taking care of both Qingyun Hall and the Temple, but he always makes time to come and see you every day." Su Qingchen replied.

"Thank you, Master."

"Yes, when you get better, we will go together to thank the master. You are fine and have done so many things for the master, but I am completely useless." Su Qingchen was really a little annoyed.

"It's my fault."

"You've said it many times, and I've heard it all. You don't have to keep saying it. Besides, if it weren't for your great contribution, we wouldn't know when we would be able to go and train. It all depends on you."

Su Qingchen didn't want to comfort him too obviously, but he felt that he still had to affirm Mo Zhu. After all, he had been saying every day that he was wrong since he came back, but in fact, his mistakes were not that big.

"It's Master."

"Master what?"

"Master said that by doing this, he can make the Divine Lord let us go and train."

"...Master said? Wow...He is really good at calculating..." Su Qingchen was both angry and impressed. He was angry about why his master didn't tell him, and of course he had to grab someone who was easier to bully.

"When did Master tell you this?" Su Qingchen asked seriously.

"During the day."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Master said I can't tell the master first."

"why?"

"Master said that if a slave makes any unusual moves, the temple will first summon the master. Master is afraid that the master's acting skills will be too poor after knowing the truth, and it will ruin Master's plan."

Mo Zhu told the truth honestly and without embellishment.

"I didn't expect that the master wouldn't dodge... I didn't expect..." Mo Zhu began to explain again.

"It's not that I don't know how to dodge. Who said I can't dodge..." Su Qingchen was stabbed in the heart one after another and became a little irritable.

"I just didn't hide, I let you get hurt." Su Qingchen told the truth for the first time.

"Why?" Mo Zhu was very surprised and didn't quite understand.

Su Qingchen pinched Mo Zhu's chin with his hand, just like he had done many times before to tame him. Mo Zhu habitually opened his mouth slightly.

Su Qingchen's index finger brushed across Mo Zhu's lips and then reached into Mo Zhu's mouth, moving back and forth on Mo Zhu's fangs.

"Do you remember the taste of my blood?"

Mo Zhu nodded cautiously.

Su Qingchen exerted a little force, and the smell of blood oozing from his fingertips filled Mo Zhu's mouth. Mo Zhu began to feel uneasy, but he didn't dare to refuse or move.

Su Qingchen pulled out his finger, used his spiritual power to heal the bloody wound, and said, "I thought you were really out of control. The taste of my blood was the last way to wake you up."

He put his hand on Mozhu's heart and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Mo Zhu answered without any concealment, looking into Su Qingchen's eyes.

"Well, I was injured so badly at that time, but you just flew away like that. I thought you would never come back. I didn't feel how painful the wound was, but my heart hurts as much as yours now." Su Qingchen said, with a trace of sadness on his face.

"Your Excellency the Priest..." The little fairy boy beside him felt extremely distressed after hearing this and didn't know how to comfort him.

Su Qingchen said this just to reduce Mo Zhu's guilt, and had no intention of letting this atmosphere last long.

"Okay, if you feel my pain once, then we're even." Su Qingchen expressed his opinion like a little winner.

"It's not even, I owe you."

"Well, it's okay to owe it to me, but you must listen to me from now on, okay?"

"Yes."

"Master asks you to lie to me again, will you?"

“…” This question made Mo Zhu feel like he was about to break apart.

"Master Priest... Master said we have to take good care of Master Mozhu, please don't bully him."

The little fairy felt that Lord Mozhu was too pitiful, so he spoke up for him.

Although Mo Zhu hesitated at first, he still answered: "No lie."

Before Su Qingchen could answer, a question came from outside: "Say it to me again?"

That was Master Su Wu's voice.