Shuo Zong: "Where is uncomfortable?"

Wei Xi didn't know how to explain it, so he could only stretch his body lazily, buried his head in the pillow and rubbed it, making a low hum.

Seeing that he was indeed very uncomfortable, Shuozong became worried, and even put aside his anger and wanted to go forward to check it out.

The next second, Wei Xi lifted the quilt as if he couldn't stand it, revealing his thin and white legs.

Shuo Zong: “……………………………”

Wei Xi held the quilt and rubbed it, trembling, and he was still unable to do it: "It feels uncomfortable..."

Shuo Zong was so angry that he pulled the quilt and covered him: "Have it over!"

The apprentice seemed to be in a bad mood, but Wei Xi didn't expect him to get help. He could only bear it when he heard this and hummed in a low voice.

His voice is sometimes high and sometimes low, which is very different from when he usually speaks. It is like a lingering candy wrapped in a ball of milk, mixed with a moist nasal sound, which is so ambiguous that it can drip out of water.

The temperature in the room was so high that it was about to burn, and every particle of air molecule in the dark was restless.

Shuo Zong looked at him and turned his back, but he couldn't cut off his ears. He slept inside, staring at the transparent bathroom compartment in front of him, expressionless and a little wet and hot lips.

There was the smell left by Weixi after sucking.

He remembered the look he saw before turning around. Wei Xi's cheeks were red and his eyes were wet, as if filled with water droplets.

Wei Xi flipped around and turned, and the more he rubbed, the more he felt uncomfortable. He felt an unprecedented crisis in his life, and his body was already feeling uncomfortable as if it was about to get worse.

Fortunately, just when he felt that he was about to explode, the apprentice who had never spoken a word on the inside of the bed finally turned his head, his face tense tightly, and he met his eyes firmly.

"come over."

Somehow, the other party's voice was as low as if it was rubbed by sandpaper.

Out of trust in his apprentice, Wei Xi subconsciously approached the past.

I saw my apprentice raise his arms, grab the quilt he was holding in his arms and shake it, covering his body firmly.

*********************Lighting**********************

Wei Xi lay on his back in the quilt with blank mind, so tired that he couldn't open his eyes. He watched his apprentice get up and leave, and he couldn't even speak, and his whole body seemed to have been melted by roasting.

"Lu Que." He lay in the quilt panting, his eyes were red, and he asked his apprentice in a low voice, "Has the master been poisoned just now? Or was he being plotted against?"

"………………………………………” Shuo Zong took a tissue, and after wiping his hands, he pinched the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can. He really wanted to curse people. But when he glanced at the eyes that had not dissipated, he thought about the other party trying hard to hold it but couldn't control his voice. In the end, he could only try to answer calmly, "No, the body is just a normal reaction. You are thinking too much."

Wei Xi learned that he was not poisoned, and his vigilance finally calmed down a lot. He couldn't help but reminisce and summarized shamelessly: "It's quite comfortable."

Shuo Zong: "..."

Wei Xi once again praised his apprentice without hesitation: "You are very good."

Shuo Zong gritted his teeth and went to bed: "Shut up, don't say anything."

Wei Xi watched his apprentice get into the quilt quickly. He was lazy at this moment, but he didn't want to sleep. Thinking of what the second apprentice said to him just now, he couldn't help asking: "Normal reaction, Que'er, have you reacted too?"

The apprentice ignored him and stopped talking after lying down. Wei Xi could only hear his slightly heavy breathing. He was a little worried for a moment, so he simply reached into the other party's quilt and groped, trying to make sure.

This is a normal reaction.

As a result, his hand was caught as soon as he got into the quilt. His apprentice's palm was burnt like a fire, and his five fingers tightly clamped his wrist: "What are you going to do?"

Wei Xi raised his body and leaned closer to see his expression. He saw a tense face. He met those impatient eyes and stroked the other person's hair with concern: "Your leg is still injured, why don't you feel uncomfortable? Master will help you."

The apprentice's body, which was as stagnant as the bowstrings, suddenly dissipated after his words fell.

Shuo Zong looked at Weixi's worried expression in a complicated way. After a while, he couldn't get angry and could only sigh helplessly. He probably sighed more times during this period than in the previous half of his life.

He lifted the hand he had grabbed in the quilt, lifted the quilt to cover Wei Xi who was coming over, then raised his hand and touched the other party's curly hair. Shuo Zong pressed the head that he wanted to observe whether he was uncomfortable back to the pillow: "Don't move, go to bed."

Wei Xi was pulled into the quilt, and was immediately wrapped in the warm yang energy of his disciple. He couldn't help but sigh comfortably, and his sleepiness immediately surged up.

But the teacher was worried about it at all. He was so sleepy that he still asked: "Are you really not feeling uncomfortable? Do your legs still hurt..."

Shuo Zong's chin was against his fluffy hair, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The past and present time and space and people were intertwined in his mind, frozen on Wei Xi, who would care about his "injury". He whispered after a while: "I'm fine."

Wei Xi was surrounded by yang energy and was extremely comfortable. After getting the answer, he nodded in a muffled voice and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

He had a dream.

The dream is chaotic, as if he has mixed his broken memories into a ball, with no beginning and no end, which makes people confused.

He seemed to be fighting someone, his mind was excited, his eyes were covered in blood, and he just wanted to eat the other person in one bite.

How can this work? Wei Dedao knows it and it's time to be a demon again.

Wei Xi thought so, lazily approaching the warm breath in his sleep a little closer. At the same time, the apprentice who was holding him suddenly opened his eyes with awe.

My cheeks seemed to be burned by fire.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and found that Wei Xi actually placed the white jade pendant beside his pillow. The jade pendant was so hot that it was hot that it was as warm as a gas stove.

Something strange thing? Shuo Zong raised his hand and pulled it aside indifferently. Perhaps he was shocked by his movements, and the head in his arms made a few words of dreams.

Shuo Zong lowered his eyes and looked at it, raised his hand and touched it twice, and closed his eyes again.

Who knew that not long after a shallow sleep, a sound suddenly spread in my mind like thunder: "Splitting apart!!!"

The voice was a little old and angry. Shuozong immediately opened his eyes, but the room was dim and there was nothing to do except Wei Xi's breathing.

He thought for a while, feeling that he had probably had some strange dream, so he hesitated to close his eyes.

Not long after-

"stand up!!!!"

"release!!!"

"What did you do!!!"

Shuo Zong fell asleep again and again and again and was woken up hysterically. When he was disturbed and rested like this, the gods would also get angry. But he could not find the source of the sound. He glanced at the room and had no yin energy at all, let alone any ghosts and monsters.

He couldn't help but frown. The hotel in the mountains was indeed strange, and it was so mixed that it couldn't rest.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look down at Weixi, but saw Weixi sleeping heavily, with fluffy and messy hair on the ground, breathing evenly, and stretching his eyebrows and eyes, so he was so stable.

Shuo Zong was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and stroked the other person's forehead, thinking that he was in the same room, did the sound not disturb him?

Is it my own illusion?

Thinking about this, he leaned back to his pillow and slowly closed his eyes.

After a moment—

"separate!!!"

A roar like thunder fell in his mind again.

Shuozong opened his blood-scattered eyes and looked at the dark and quiet room.

Can it be better?

****

The next day, Wei Xi got up and opened his eyes and found that his apprentice was awake and was staring at him with a heavy gaze.

He yawned: "Are you awake so early?"

The apprentice's eyes fell, his expression was a little complicated, and he asked, "Did you dream last night?"

"Do it." Wei Xi leaned into the other party's chest and took two breaths of yang energy. He recalled it. He couldn't remember the dream clearly. The scene was fragmented, sometimes it was a scene of a fight. Sometimes he ran into the house where the fighter stole food. After the other party encountered it, he did not drive him away with a tough sternness. Therefore, he was very full, just like he had enough of his apprentice's yang energy yesterday, which was very comfortable. So overall: "It's a good dream."

Shuo Zong: "..."

Wei Xi was stunned when he saw his expression: "Disciple, you are dreaming too? Haven't you been asleep?"

Shuo Zong: "..."

It's not just that I haven't had a good sleep.

That night, he was so quarrel that he didn't fall asleep at all.

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