Mu Ei rushed to Lin Shuhe's room next door and said anxiously: "Sixth Master!"

Lin Shuhe had already lie down, the inner room bead curtain and the bed curtain were hanging down, and two puppets were guarding the door with duty and responsibility, preventing Mu from entering.

Lin Shuhe leaned half on the soft pillow with her hair loose, gently stroked her fingers on the water mirror, and said lightly: "Noisy. OK, I'm sorry."

Mu Zhe did not doubt that he was there and hurried back to his room.

The medicine has indeed been relieved, and Chen Gurong did not laugh wildly anymore, but...

Mu Ei tried to walk forward: "Master?"

Chen Gu Rong turned his head slightly on the bed, and two lines of clear tears rolled down, covering his face.

He burst into tears and choked and said, "Go... go find Lin Shuhe."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Zhe rushed over again: "Sixth Master! My Master's eyes are damaged and he can't stand this crying method. You can show mercy!"

Lin Shuhe said "tsk" and said, "He has never been injured in his eyes, what are he afraid of?"

Mu Zhe was stunned and had never been injured. Then why was he blind?

But now is not the time to pursue this. Mu Zhe said: "But this is very easy to hurt the spirit..."

Lin Shuhe whispered: "I'm so spoiled-Okay, go back."

Mu Zhe said vigilantly: "My master will not put any strange medicines again, right?"

Lin Shuhe touched her lips and said with a smile: "What do you think?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Zui was speechless, so he had to go back first to see the situation.

Lin Shuhe did what he said, but Chen Gurong did not shed tears any more.

Mu Zui was afraid that Lin Shuhe would apply other medicines, but he couldn't find out how his master was hit. He thought about it and could only be a problem in this room.

He tried and said, "Master, why don't you stay there today."

Chen Gurong was pulling the quilt and huddled on the couch. There were still water droplets that had not fallen in his eyes. He blinked gently and fell into his hair along the end of his red eyes. He looked at Mu Zhe with his eyes hazy eyes, his lips curled up and said softly: "Okay."

Mu Zhu: "?"

Chen Gurong struggled to sit up, stretched out his arms towards Mu Ze, and said coquettishly: "Then you hug me."

Mu Zhu: "..."

His sixth master really did some strange medicine again?!

The Lin Shu next door and the lights in the room were turned off, and the puppet guarded the door. Mu Zhe drew his sword as soon as he approached. In the end, there was no way, Mu Zhe had to turn back for the third time.

Chen Gurong was sitting on the couch with his knees in his arms, lowering his eyes slightly and glanced at the corners of his mouth, looking very aggrieved.

Hearing the footsteps, Chen Gurong quickly looked up and hummed in a low voice: "Where have you been?"

Mu Zhe couldn't figure out what medicine was in Chen Gu Rong, so he had to walk over without hesitation: "I'll go..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Gurong reached out and rushed over, hugged Mu Zhe's waist, rubbed it in his arms reliably, and whispered: "Don't leave me behind, I'm very scared by myself."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Zhe tried and said, "Master, do you recognize who I am?"

Chen Gurong laughed, as if he was amused, and said softly: "Mu Zhe."

Mu Zhe was about to speak, but Chen Gurong rubbed him again and said, "Didn't you say you want to stay in your room? Then why don't you carry me?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Ze could not resist it, so he immediately picked up Chen Gu Rong's leg bend and hugged him horizontally to his room.

Chen Gurong seemed to like being hugged very much, and he hugged Mu Zhe's neck with his hands, and his feet wearing silk stockings were swaying slightly. When he arrived at Mu Zhe's room, half of the silk stockings on his feet had fallen off and were barely hung on his back.

Mu Zhe put him on the couch and was about to retreat, but Chen Gurong still held his neck and refused to let go. His eyes were crescent and his voice was soft and soft: "Will you sleep with me tonight?"

Mu Zhe was stunned, his face felt inexplicably hot. He lowered his head and whispered: "I dare not offend Master."

Chen Gurong looked at him seriously, tilted his head left and right: "Is sleeping an offense?"

Mu Zhe lowered his head and said nothing, which was the default.

Chen Gurong said with some disappointment: "Okay then."

Mu Zhe was inexplicably disappointed. Just as he was about to force himself to take down Chen Gurong's arm, he heard his master chuckling and said, "Then you offend Master."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Chen Gurong said, "Master is right."

Mu Zhe's head roared, as if something had exploded. When he realized it, he had been pulled by Chen Gurong and lay on the bed.

Only then did Mu Ze realize that what he had just blown up was his reason.

Chen Gurong kicked off the silk stockings, put his feet on Mu Zhe's calves, and put his whole body into his arms. When he found a comfortable position, he sighed comfortably and said, "It's so warm."

Mu Zhe was stiff all over and didn't dare to move.

This time, unlike when he was young, the soft three-year-old master leaned in his arms to keep warm. Mu Zui was struggling with the words of Chunmeng and Qingyu. Chen Gurong suddenly came over. The reason he had just built was vulnerable again and was defeated.

Mu Zui stammered: "Master... is too close."

He still said this, even if he felt that he was close, he didn't want to push Chen Gu Rong away.

Sure enough, Chen Gurong still replied to him: "But I'm cold."

When it is cold, you have to keep warm, and the warmest place is in Mu Zhu's arms.

Chen Gurong thought there was no problem with the logic, but he was wondering why Mu Zhe said it was too close.

He blinked his eyes and suddenly came forward to Mu Ze almost faced him. Their breathing was intertwined, and they were charming and suppressed.

Chen Gurong was still saying, "But I think this is close."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Ei looked at him without blinking, his heart beating violently, probably to escape from his embarrassing eyes, but his eyes fell on Chen Gu Rong's thin lips, which were close to him.

Mu Ze almost became a pillar, and he clasped his fists tightly to avoid doing things that even he felt was presumptuous.

Fortunately, Shen Gurong quickly retreated, and he was still comfortable in Mu Zhu's arms and asked, "Is this still close?"

Mu Xi was silent.

Compared with the face just now, this is indeed not close.

Mu Eli relaxed slowly, and Chen Gurong didn't notice his strangeness at all. His fingers hooked on his clothes, and suddenly he seemed to be hit by something, and he said vaguely, "Hmm?"

Mu Ze was stunned. Before he could react, he felt Chen Gu Rong's slender fingers stretching down his clothes and fumbled to touch a glass bottle on Mu Ze's waist.

Chen Gurong curiously brought up the glass bottle, and couldn't even see it when he looked left and right, so he had to ask Mu Zhe: "What is this?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Edward's vision was unexpectedly caught off guard and the demon cultivator's spiritual power fell into the glass bottle, and his face turned red.

He immediately snatched it from Chen Gurong's hand, and said quietly: "It's nothing, it's just... the bottle of spiritual medicine."

Chen Gurong seemed to have given all his dependence to Mu Zhe. He didn't question him after hearing this, and continued to hang in his arms, closing his eyes and fell asleep.

Mu Zhe was alone on the couch and couldn't sleep all night.

The next morning, the rain was still falling. Mu Zhe got up from the couch early and went to the maple forest in the backyard of Lin Shu and the clinic to practice swords, and vent his depression that came from somewhere.

As time goes by, Mu Zhe took his sword back.

When we arrived at the room, it turned out that Chen Gu Rong had just woken up.

Mu Zhe put away his sword, for no reason, dared not look at him, and bowed: "Master, morning."

Chen Gu Rongmo's hair was disheveled, and he sat on the couch with his head holding his head, as if he had a headache. He heard the sound and turned his head sleepily, frowned and said, "Mu Zhe?"

"yes."

Chen Gurong rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Take my clothes over."

Mu Zhe took the clothes beside him and held them to Chen Gu Rong in both hands.

Chen Gurong didn't wear it carefully at all. After putting his shirt on his body, he tied his waist seal twice and got off the couch.

Mu Ze was about to tie his messy clothes for him when he heard Chen Gurong say coldly: "Nine Vapor Sword, lend it to me."

Mu Zhe instinctively gave him his natal sword without any hesitation.

After giving it to him, he tried to say, "What does Master do with his sword?"

Chen Gurong casually lifted his ink hair, his brows raised lightly and beautifully, and his face was as deep as water: "Kill someone."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Chen Gurong didn't know where the magical power came from, but he didn't rely on Mu Zhe to go out of the room accurately, and rushed to the front hospital with his sword disheveled hair.

Lin Shuhe was sitting at the gate of the yard watching the rain. When he heard a burst of rapid footsteps behind him, his lips curled and his head slightly tilted.
To be continued...