become a demon [rebirth]

By the end of their talk, the two of them had already talked about trivial matters, big and small, over and over for Mo Zheng along the way, and they didn't mind talking nonsense.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark and this meaningless topic was still going on, Mo Zheng finally couldn't help asking: "Master, do you have nothing else to do?"

Dao Lianyan turned an angle, leaned on the bed, smiled and said slowly: "Aside from thinking about you, there is nothing else I can do. Whoever let you go, my heart seems to be missing Like something."

"Then Master should go see the doctor." Mo Zheng said indifferently.

The enthusiasm of Dao's nonsense was not affected by this ignorant behavior at all. He laughed in a low voice: "I went to see the doctor, but people said that I was hurting lovesickness."

Acacia.

Hearing these two words, Mo Zheng suddenly fell silent.

However, the conversation over there was still going on, and he asked him: "The doctor said that the heart disease still needs medicine for the heart, and your heart medicine, when are you going to come back and cure me?"

The old saying was repeated, and the question was thrown in front of him again, and he was not allowed to escape.He did it on purpose, Mo Zheng knew, he wanted to force him to give him an affirmative answer.

Every word and every word, hit the tip of his heart heavily, hooking the little pitiful affection in his heart.But there was that kind of feeling in his heart, he had too much influence on him, it shouldn't be, it's wrong.

But so what?

He noticed something was wrong, but he couldn't bear to correct it, couldn't bear to get back on track, but he didn't want this to continue.Because he knows that if this goes wrong, his results may not be so good.

So he called softly: "Ah Xuan."

Gentle but without any substance.

Dao Yaoyan looked at him deeply through the influence, for a long time, then lowered his eyes, shook the wine in his hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, let you let your wildness go for a while, and you will come back anyway."

Then he turned off the teleportation, looked at the chessboard in front of him with a dark expression, and took a sip of wine on his back.

Are you really in a hurry?But what is the use of struggling?The arc of Dao Yaoyan's mouth slowly rose, his smile became brighter and brighter, and the abyss was settling in his half-opened eyes.

After all, you have nowhere to go but me.

It was like this in the previous life, and there is nothing to change in this life.

……

After the other party had passed away, Mo Zheng lowered his eyes and played with the jade in his hand, then clenched it tightly, and the pattern on the jade was burned into his palm, without pain or itching.

Looking at the autumn rain that has not stopped outside the window, he suddenly smiled, but the smile seemed complicated.

He sighed: "Ah Xuan, I'm afraid I really dare not go back this time..."

The voice was as light as mist, as if the wind would disperse it.

"My lord?" Mu Er interrupted the conversation abruptly, and he couldn't help but be a little curious when he heard this nonsensical words as soon as he came in.

"It's nothing." Mo Zheng glanced at him and dismissed him casually.

"Go and boil a pot of hot water, the rain won't stop for a while."

Mu Er walked to the stove, but what he saw just now made his restless youthful feelings unable to stop, he was so curious about love at this age.So he asked a little unwillingly: "My lord, was that your sweetheart just now?"

Mo Zheng looked at him, but didn't speak.

Seeing this scene, Mu Er couldn't help but think of the stories about idiotic men and women in the neighborhood.

Then think about the tenderness of this adult when he received the teleportation, tsk tsk, most likely he is trapped by love, and he can't ask for it!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking at Mo Zheng with a bit of pity, and persuaded him old-fashionedly: "Where there is no grass in the end of the world, why bother to love a single flower? Like you, my lord, women in the world are bound to go up in groups. Pu, why do you have to humiliate yourself like this, and hurt yourself for someone who doesn't love you?"

When Mo Zheng heard these words, he didn't know what was going on in this kid's mind, so he couldn't help feeling amused: "What do you know?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Er immediately became unhappy, and said angrily: "How can age be the standard to measure how much a person knows!"

Mo Zheng waved his hand, he was too lazy to argue with him.

He just closed his eyes, leaned against the window sill, and said slowly: "What exists between us has never been a question of likes and dislikes."

"What's that?" Kiji asked.

"It depends on whether you can like it. Or what you can give up for this love."

Maybe it was because the sound of the rain was too hazy, which made his head swell a little, and he actually wanted to confide in others.

It's a pity that the object of this confiding turned out to be a little kid with a half-grown belly.

Mu Er was dizzy from this long list, and muttered with a tangled expression: "How can there be so many likes and dislikes? If you love each other, stay together, if you don't love, separate, how simple..."

If it was that simple, how could there be so many people in this world who couldn't get what they wanted, and who couldn't live long?

Mo Zheng slowly raised the corners of his lips, it was a mocking arc, he was mocking himself.

In the end, it's just that he still can't let go.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Mu Er hated him even more for not being up to date. If he liked it, he would fight for it and beg for it. If he didn't like it, he would cut it cleanly. The dead tree still has a spring day!

If that person could do the same at the beginning, surely so many disasters would not have happened in the future!

When he got emotional, the blood rushed to his head, and he couldn't help but shouted: "Don't stop, don't suffer from it!"

"What does that have to do with you?"

It's as if a basin of cold water has been poured from the depths of winter.Mu Er finally came to his senses, changed back to his embarrassing appearance, and laughed awkwardly: "Of course it's up to you, my lord. I'm going to boil the water right now, and I'm going to go..."

When Mu Er's figure completely disappeared,

He just opened his eyes, lowered his head slightly, looked at the wooden table that was soaked in water and gradually darkened, lost in thought.

The world suddenly fell silent, becoming more and more empty and distant.

Then he dipped in the rainwater on the window lattice and slowly wrote two words on the table in front of him.

Looking at those two words, the smile on his face gradually cooled down, there was no self-mockery, no joy, no sadness.

From a distance, it looks like an ice sculpture without any emotions.

Along with freezing the unspoken four words.

Then he sighed deeply, picked up the already cold tea and poured it on the two words, covering up its traces.

Indeed, when it is interrupted, it will be disrupted instead.But he still couldn't let go, no matter which side he couldn't let go.

He looked out of the window again, his eyes were deep, and when he looked closely, they were a little more cold and hard, less soft and sharper.

……

One month later, in the suburbs——

"My lord, with our speed, we should be able to go to Jingtian Temple tomorrow." Mu Er wiped the sweat from his forehead and pointed to the front.

Sitting in the carriage, Mo Zheng opened the curtain and looked outside, and found that there was a deep forest around him, with bushes as tall as a man's waist, and this kind of place happened to be the most unsafe place, who knows what would come out of those bushes , Moreover, there are more than one group of people following them.

"Go find a ruined temple or an open space to camp, and leave tomorrow."

"Yes."

Mu Er didn't have any objection to Mo Zheng's order, these days he clearly saw that his employer was far from being as unreal as he appeared on the surface, but rather like an old Jianghu who had been immersed in the dye vat for many years.

The carriage walked less than a hundred meters, and Mu Er suddenly asked: "Tonight, can I still ask my lord for your sword skills?"

There were two suppressed coughs from inside the car, and then a cold voice that made people tremble: "It's up to you."

"My lord, your injury..."

Mu Er's face showed worry. He saw all kinds of people who didn't look like robbers but wanted to say that they were "robbers".He just relied on foundation building a few days ago, and he was dead when he went up, but the only combat injury among them seemed to be still not healed.

"It's nothing." As if he had seen through Mu Er's thoughts, Mo Zheng said calmly, "Those people still can't hurt me. I think you should understand these days."

Mu Eryi suffocated.

Indeed, although he couldn't tell what kind of cultivation the people who came these days were, he could tell from the names they reported that they were not ordinary people, and these people were like chickens and dogs in the hands of this lord. Seniors, before taking a few tricks, either sinking corpses in the wilderness, or fleeing in the wilderness crying for their father and mother.

It's just that this lord's face is getting paler, and he really can't stop thinking about whether his injury has worsened...

You must know that a wounded tiger is no match for a group of greedy hyenas.

Besides, if the lord is really okay, he will let those people escape, and more and more people will follow him.

"I just need them."

Suddenly, a sentence came from inside the carriage, interrupting his thoughts.But there was no surprise or panic on his face anymore, his thoughts along the way seemed to be written on his face, no matter what he could be clearly understood by this adult, so it was no surprise that he was scared and scared.

Mu Er directly asked: "Need?"

"Blood is always needed to open a treasure. Without them, I can only find someone else." Mo Zheng said slowly, and then turned his gaze to Mu Er who was driving the car.

Mu Er's face froze, sweat dripped from his back, and he said awkwardly, "My lord is joking, I haven't been able to eat or sleep well since I was a child, and I'm so skinny with only two ribs left, how could there be so much blood."

Mo Zheng glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, I still need a guide."

So I can't lead the way, no, without this group of people, I'm going to do bloodletting?

Mu Eryi didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment, so he whipped the horse's ass in front of him fiercely, speeded up, and cursed secretly: Sure enough, he is worthy of being that person's disciple, he is really the same!

Suddenly someone shouted in front: "Stop coming!"