With this response, Tantai Meng slammed into something and fell to the ground.

There is still the shadow of Mu Qi in front of me, and even the small courtyard of the original Qingtang and tile houses can't be seen clearly. The whole bamboo forest seems to be covered with a thick layer of white fog, but it is many times harder than the white fog, like a thick white fog. barrier.

Tantai Meng tried to tap a few times, but it didn't move. She resorted to the golden lotus and gathered enough strength to try to break through it with golden light.

But this time it won't be so easy. Wherever the golden light touches, there will be a lot of black gas in the white fog, sucking all of it away, and returning to the original, the endless golden light seems to have entered a black hole.

Tantai Meng had never seen black lotus and white lotus - the whole world thought that these two treasures disappeared with Xie Zhiwei's life and became a legend.

She thought it was Mu Qi's cultivation that was too terrifying, and even Jin Lian was helpless.

And she felt that what was even more terrifying was the person of the prince. Suddenly he wanted to kill her, then he talked with her patiently about his benefactor, and suddenly he wanted to let her go. Engong fell into his hands, and he must have been tortured very hard.

It seems that the need to move rescue soldiers must be quite powerful.

Tantai Meng stood up with a sigh of relief, and shouted into the courtyard, "Don't worry, Engong, I will definitely find a master to save you!"

When Mu Qian was about to cross the threshold, he suddenly stopped.

He swears that after all kinds of doubts are understood by him, he wants to see Master at this moment.

But he knew he was not a very self-controlled person. He couldn't guarantee that, with such a complicated mood now, after seeing the World Honored One, he would do something to him.

But he likes Master so much, so he must restrain himself!

He knew that although Shizun seemed to be talkative and kind, he was actually a very assertive person, even a little stubborn.

Otherwise, four years ago, he would not have concealed the poisoning from everyone, and he would not have concealed it from everyone when he returned four years later. However, these thoughts and opinions of Master seem to be not for himself.

Mu Qi finally couldn't help raising his head and looked inside the house.

With the gauze curtain half down, Xie Zhiwei lay there quietly, covered with a thin quilt, and seemed to sleep soundly.

It was only when Mu Hao remembered that it seemed that this was the first time he had seen the master fall asleep. Perhaps, he was too worried and carried too much back then, and the master could only sleep peacefully now.

He couldn't help but sigh, if Master could be a little selfish and tough back then, how could there be a later ending?

Or the master is unwilling to return to his previous identity, and most of them are heartbroken, and want to live only for himself in the next life.

If Shizun really has such an awareness, it would be great. Four years ago, he wished Shizun was like this.

But whoever said that there is still a person named Mu Kui in the world, Master is destined to be indispensable in the second half of his life.

Having said that, when met him, Shizun was really unlucky?

In his boring and boring life, Mu Hao made a rare joke of himself. He just thought it was funny, but suddenly his pupils shrank.

"Lan Xiu met you, and it was the blood mold for eight lifetimes!"

This angry reprimand exploded like a thunderbolt in his mind, and then, what Ming Kong did and Shen You's tragic state surfaced one by one.

Mu Qi took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions, and then raised a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Four years ago, he was disdainful of Ming Kong, how could he be like him?

What's more, how can Shen You's feelings for Ming Kong be compared with Master's feelings for him?

In order to avoid him, Shizun did not hesitate to use foul language, which shows how important he is in Shizun's mind.

Besides him, does Master still swear for others?

Mu Hao's eyes softened, and he walked to the bed step by step, his eyes looking at Xie Zhiwei were no longer as paranoid as before.

He slowly sat on the bed, helped Xie Zhiwei up, and leaned against his arms. Knowing that Xie Zhiwei would not wake up easily under the influence of Hei Lian, his movements were still extremely gentle.

Outside the window, the "dog" was scouring the pond for goldfish, splashing all over the place, and the white fur on its half body was sticking to its body. The green leaves of the thorn bamboo in the yard are occasionally draped by the autumn wind, and it is silent.

The night gradually descended, and there was a trace of the moon in the far sky, and the brilliance was clear and faint, just like the night sky in the cold living room four years ago.

Mu Qi hugged Xie Zhiwei like this, as if he had returned to the evening when he picked up the "dog" and returned.

Shizun rummaged through the bookshelf, and the candlelight elongated his shadow. Although the house was simple at that time, it was like a fairyland.

Mu Qi touched the closed eyes of the person in his arms, and swept his fingertips lightly on his eyelashes, "Master, when I hold you at this time, the disciple realizes that he is alive... It's good."

As long as the master can be willing to stay by his side, and the master can stay by his side forever, he is willing to try no matter what the method is.

Back then, Shen You's affairs even felt like he was stuck in his throat, not to mention leaving a big shadow on the master.

Well, Master doesn't like being forced, so he will take his time.

For the sake of Master, he is willing to restrain himself.

Mu Hao carefully put Xie Zhiwei back on the bed, waiting to wake him up and talk to him. Unexpectedly, the brocade on Xie Zhiwei's body was slid down, and immediately, the upper half of his body was exposed to Mu Qi's sight.

Although he was still wearing clothes, it was no better than not wearing it.

The clothes were so torn that they could not cover the upper body, the flesh was exposed underneath, and there were faint red marks on the collarbone and neck that had been rubbed by Mu Qi before.

Xie Zhiwei's eyebrows were downcast. He was tossed back and forth this day, and a lot of messy hair came out from his temples. At this time, it was covered on his face, which was very different from his usual neat and calm appearance.

His breathing was even, long, and unconscious. He looks decadent and helpless, but his face is gentle and there is a lot of abstinence.

During the separate time, Mu Hao thought about Xie Zhiwei's appearance countless times, but those were all the masters in his memory.

The master at this time is really... beyond imagination.

Mu Qian's thought of preparing to sacrifice the black lotus suddenly stopped, his eyes darkened, his mouth was dry, he reached out and lifted his robe, and he also got into bed.

He swallowed in his throat and thought: Although won't force the master, but do something else... If don't let the master know, it's okay, right?

He thought so, and his hands had already begun to act.

Due to the weight loss, Xie Zhiwei's collarbone is very clear. Mu Hao touched it twice, and couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick it, but he didn't dare to move too hard, if there were any traces left, Master would not be happy.

He licked and licked rusty, and soon sweat stains appeared on his forehead, and his face was red.

- He was almost hot like coals.

He had a bold idea in his heart. For four years, since the master left, he was either thinking of revenge or death, so that he had never done that kind of thing again.

He picked up Xie Zhiwei's hand, which also didn't have much flesh on it, but it was well-proportioned and beautiful. Due to holding the pen and sword, there were thin calluses on the fingers and palms. Mu Qian gave this hand a shallow kiss, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

He was a little excited, no, very excited.

One is the guilty conscience of being a thief, the other is the feeling on his lips, and the fragrance of bamboo leaves left on Xie Zhiwei's body is so real.

He took off his belt, loosened his clothes, and put Xie Zhiwei's hand between his legs.

*****

Suddenly, Mu Hao let out a sigh uncontrollably.

It's so comfortable, just touch-touch, it's even more comfortable than when he thought about Shizun reaching the peak four years ago.

"Master... The disciple really likes Master so much."

The slightly hard calluses in Xie Zhiwei's palms rubbed against his high-spirited desire, and the pleasure rushed to his forehead.He lay all over Xie Zhiwei's body, turned over Xie Zhiwei's face, and entangled his lips.