Seize My Boyfriend - B17 (4)

The one lying on the ground is also himself.

Mo Zhiyang lowered his head and found that he had become a soul body, and his eldest grandson Wuji still refused to let go.

“This king dreams of you every time.” Changsun Wuji’s voice is very gentle and serious, “I have been dreaming of you since I was trapped here.” The two of them should have met, even if they were

not In this life, and also in the last life, I have a hunch that he will definitely appear in front of me.

“Um~”

There were still many questions that he didn’t ask, and Mo Zhiyang was pressed to the ground by his eldest grandson Wuji, with his body lying beside him, and the two souls were intertwined.

The eldest grandson Wuji liked to kiss very much, as if to express his longing, but Mo Zhiyang didn’t know why he was like this, so he could only indulge in the tenderness he gave.

After a night of indulging, Mo Zhiyang opened his eyes and it was already daytime, and he returned to his body.

“System, what’s going on here?” Mo Zhiyang sat up propped up and began to sort out.

“Huh? I was too busy looking at the live erotic palace, and didn’t pay attention.” The system scratched its head, this was beyond what the system could think of.

Mo Zhiyang guessed: The three souls suppressed here are the three souls of Changsun Wuji. He didn’t dare to come because the silver dragon suppressed him and wanted to transport the souls out through himself.

However, how could the ancestral hall in Shuangshan Village trap the soul of the eldest grandson Wuji?

Fearing that something might happen, Mo Zhiyang quickly got up, since he was an old pervert, he had to do his best to send his soul out to him as soon as possible.

Otherwise, it would be me who felt distressed when the old color batch had an accident.

Sure enough, the silver dragon did not appear during the day, so Mo Zhiyang came out of the ancestral hall, locked the door, ran home quickly, closed the door, and entered the back mountain through the back door.

“I succeeded.” Mo Zhiyang ran back full of joy, and knelt down in front of him, “I succeeded.” The old man criticized, wanting to boast.

Changsun Wuji opened his eyes and saw him smiling with crooked brows and eyes, as if something very happy happened.

“I saw those three souls, and I brought one of them out.” As he said, he unbuttoned his clothes and lifted his undershirt, Mo Zhiyang exposed his heart, and a cinnabar mole appeared here.

Ignoring his joy, Changsun Wuji just raised his hand and poked out the cinnabar mole out of his chest with no expression on his face.

“Wu~”

It was as if a piece of flesh had been forcibly gouged out of his chest, the pain caused Mo Zhiyang to clenched the weeds in his hand, his lower lip was bitten and bleeding, “Wu~” It hurts so much, cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

When the cinnabar mole reached his hand, it turned into a ray of golden light. The golden light penetrated from the center of Changsun Wuji’s eyebrows and disappeared in a flash.

Mo Zhiyang covered his heart, watching him sigh and feel comfortable after absorbing the soul, his pale face was full of pride, “Am I very good?”

But after absorbing this soul, his memory also merged into his body.

“What did you do!” Changsun Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, feeling stunned and shocked by what happened last night.

“Didn’t you do anything?” Why was he so fierce, Mo Zhiyang shrank back in fright, “You, why are you so fierce to me.” His fist hardened.

“You are actually doing things with me, you are so courageous!”

After the memory fusion, the absurd things of last night were also engraved in my mind, Changsun Wuji never thought that he would have such courage.

“No, you didn’t do it first, obviously you didn’t talk about martial arts first!” Mo Zhiyang saw him angry, and he was also inexplicable, “Obviously it was you who hugged and held me high when you saw me.” , What did you say that you dreamed of me, remembered me, what does it matter to me?”

Changsun Wuji knew that what he said was true, and it was precisely because it was true that he was so annoyed. It was drawn on Mo Zhiyang.

This thing hurts badly when it hits people, and it’s a pain born from the soul.

“Oh!”

Mo Zhiyang, who was kneeling on the ground, was so painful that he crawled to the ground, “What are you doing?” His throat sweetened.

Now you must hold back, chasing your wife to the crematorium depends on this little bit

: “You are just a living soul, how dare you be so bold!” Changsun Wuji was really annoyed, he raised his hand whisk and slapped him four or five times.

“Stop beating, it hurts, it really hurts!”

This pain is no worse than the heart-wrenching pain just now, it is the continuous scorching pain from the soul, Mo Zhiyang was beaten all over the ground , “Don’t hit me, I don’t dare anymore~”

“Old pervert, I will fight with you!” The system has the heart to kill people, our host brought your soul back, and you still beat him, shit .

Unfortunately, the code doesn’t do anything.

“Ugh~” A mouthful of old blood was spat out, and Mo Zhiyang lay dying on the ground, his consciousness was blurred, and the slightly long hair on his forehead was also wet with sweat.

“Don’t forget, you were originally a ghost who wandered away from the Three Realms and could not be reincarnated. I will subdue you so that you don’t have to be chased away by the dragons of the Heavenly Dao.” Mo Zhiyang was confused, and he answered him forcefully, “I…I

remember I couldn’t help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

“Since you remember, don’t be wild, or I will beat you to death, you can hear clearly.” After finishing speaking, Changsun Wuji raised his hand and wanted to beat him again.

Mo Zhiyang was so frightened that he hugged his head and curled up into a ball, begging for mercy all the time, “I was wrong, I dare not, never dare again.” If I was wrong, I still dare.

Then, she looked at him with pitiful eyes, but his eyes swept over, and he pretended to tremble with fright, not daring to raise his head again.

I was scared, I pretended, everything went according to the predetermined plan.

Seeing him like this, Changsun Wuji felt very unhappy at this moment, as if something was stuck in his heart, “Get out.” He waved his sleeves and drove him away.

I have a hunch that if he doesn’t leave again, he must soften his heart.

“Host, why don’t we assassinate the old pervert.” The system was so angry that the code trembled, how could he treat the host like this.

We have worked so hard and tried every means to sneak into the ancestral hall and bring you back the soul, but you actually beat someone, it’s too much, the original owner just likes him? I like his der.

Holding his body back to go home, Mo Zhiyang lay down on the bed to rest. There was no wound on the body of Fuchen, but his soul hurt.

“Assassination for what? If you want to chase your wife miserably, you must be prepared to be abused in the early stage.” Mo Zhiyang didn’t take it to heart. It was obvious that the eldest grandson Wuji in the cave was completely different from the soul of the ancestral hall.

The three souls in the ancestral hall are extremely gentle, while the eldest grandson Wuji in the cave is ruthless. Mo Zhiyang has some clues now, but the matter of you beating me must not be kind.

Temporarily fused well, Changsun Wuji heaved a sigh of relief, although it has been more than five hundred years, but luckily still fused, but after merging, he felt more and more uncomfortable.

“How can I treat Yang Yang like this?” In the darkness, Changsun Wuji stretched out his hand and looked at the palm, it was these hands that hurt him just now, “How can I do this?” As soon as this feeling of pity arose, he was

suppressed , “If he thinks about me, he should be punished!”

His head hurt so much, Changsun Wuji could only resist the pain of tearing his head, sneaked into his room, dropped a pill, and then went back to meditate to suppress the pain. A soul that has just been recovered.

When he woke up the next day, Mo Zhiyang found a medicine bottle beside him, “What is this?” “The

old color batch gave it to you last night.” Speaking of this, the system was still angry, “I’m going to Darkshark him. ”

Why are you angry?” Mo Zhiyang got up, opened the cork and wanted to swallow the medicine inside, but as if thinking of something, he put the cork back on.

The system was angry, “He hit you, I’m not happy.”

“Why are you angry, if I don’t accept him now, if I don’t soften up, why would he chase after his wife’s crematorium? Why do you think that I am considerate and gentle and do everything for him? ”

The necessary condition for chasing a wife to a crematorium is that I treat you well? Then you don’t know how to praise, this, Mo Zhiyang is the best, hehehe.

Resisting the pain in his body, Mo Zhiyang simmered some potatoes for him, went to the back mountain, put the hot potatoes in front of him, and then silently supported the wall to leave.

When leaving the cave, he pretended to be staggering and almost fell, but he still left with a broken body and a strong will.

When he staggered and was about to fall, Changsun Wuji still opened his eyes, but did not move, and then silently watched him leave.

After disappearing from his sight, Mo Zhiyang resumed his idle look, “I feel like I’m feeding the dog every day, throwing things away and then leaving.” “Hmph

, he’s a dog man.” The system snorted proudly.

“Oh, the system, don’t be angry. At worst, when chasing his wife at the crematorium, I’ll make it harder for him, okay?”

Hearing the host’s words, the system felt better, “You said, torturing him physically and mentally.”

“Okay, okay.” Mo Zhiyang coaxed the system to come.

I found time to go to the village head’s house, and said that I could clean the ancestral hall every day without any payment. Of course, the village head agreed, and felt that the young man was hardworking, so he sent half a sack of potatoes.

After getting the key, it is easy to get in and out, and then wait for the next sixteen.

On June 16th, Mo Zhiyang had long been squatting in the ancestral hall, waiting for his eldest grandson Wuji to come over.

In the early morning, Mo Zhiyang was already drowsy, and his head was getting so sleepy. When he almost fell to the ground, a shoulder leaned over, just in time to catch the person who was about to fall.

“Huh?”

Mo Zhiyang trembled, opened his eyes suddenly and found him appeared, “You’re here.”

“When you’re sleepy, you can rest on my king’s body. It’s hard work.” Changsun Wuji comforted him softly, and put his arms around his shoulders.

I wanted to lean on his shoulder to rest, but Mo Zhiyang suddenly pushed him away, “I know, I shouldn’t miss you, it’s my fault.” The small body shrank into a ball, looking

really Poor, but also painful.

“What did he say to you?” Looking at Yang Yang’s expression, I’m afraid he blamed him, the eldest grandson Wuji lowered his eyes, “He is also helpless.”

Since the eldest grandson Wuji can’t get any secrets out of his mouth, this should be fine. .

Mo Zhiyang blinked, and tears dripped down, “I know it’s superficial and vulgar, and I’m not good enough for you. The Taoist priest told me not to think about it. He was right.

” Following the pain, he reached out his hand to help him wipe away the tears,

” That’s not

the case , you know what happened five hundred years ago.” Are you crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain? Come on, I want to eat melon.