The original misunderstood me! ! !

According to Yu Zheyuan's thinking, Wen Yue should feel happy seeing him doing this.

After all, he vomited the pill reflexively just now, and the sadness on Wen Yue's face could not be concealed at all.

Just like how he likes himself? He can't hide it, even Luo Yu knows it - when he finds out that his blood is actually "useful" and only needs a little to heal his illness, shouldn't he be happy? what?

However, the development of things began to deviate from Yu Zheyuan's expectations.

In the next few days, Wen Yue will come to donate blood on time - the blood collection site has changed from the wrist to the finger.

Every time a little? A little?, even the wounds are not left.

Yu Zheyuan's body also gradually improved under the effect of "blood sacrifice".

Wen Yue was not happy because of Yu Zheyuan's closeness, and even interrupted Yu Zheyuan abruptly when Yu Zheyuan tried to get closer to him, preventing him from touching the corners of his lips or neck.

What he said? It's always the same set - Xianjun is sick, it's not appropriate to be like this.

Yu Zheyuan asked him why he was depressed, Wen Yue would show a short smile, and said softly: "Xianjun's health is not good yet, how can I be happy?"

Obviously he is already? Taking medicine according to the plan, the whole person seems to be in good spirits, can get out of bed and move around? He no longer coughs up blood.Wen Yue became more and more depressed, like an eggplant that had been beaten by frost, wilting.

Yu Zheyuan couldn't understand.

This kind of Wenyue is a little strange, he still blushes, or is he heart-beating, but his refusal is no longer "fear or embarrassment", but restraint and alienation, even a little sad, which makes Yu Zheyuan feel sad. Inexplicably irritable, even a little? Uneasy.

Today, after the routine "blood sacrifice" was completed, Yu Zheyuan suddenly said to Wen Yue: "A Yue, I also want to give you a gift."

He asked Wen Yue to spread out his palm, and he also stretched out his right hand, palm down, and placed it on Wen Yue's hand.

The next moment, Wen Yue felt a fluffy thing appear in the palm of his hand.

He froze for a moment, and saw Yu Zheyuan move his finger away, and a little mouse covered in snow appeared in front of Wen Yue's eyes.

Wen Yue:?

"Ayue likes small animals, especially the furry ones," Yuzheyuan pursed his lips, remembering the information he had learned from Situ Yi, "I picked up a snow-eared mouse in the mountains and gave it to me as a gift." Here you go, okay?"

Wen Yue: "...Thank you Xianjun."

He does like small animals, but this snow ear mouse doesn't look right, a little too quiet.

It is only the size of a baby's fist. Its body is pure white and its hair is soft. It is actually docile and beautiful, but it doesn't look very energetic. Well, it is always sleepy, nestled in Wenyue's palm? , No matter poking him or stroking it, there is no reaction at all.

Wen Yue felt more and more wrong, turned the snow-eared mouse over with its belly facing the sky, only to find that the snow-eared mouse's eyes were closed and its legs were still twitching slightly.

Wen Yue: "..."

Wen Yue: "What happened to it?"

Yu Zheyuan: "It seems to be sick."

Wen Yue: "Can the immortal be cured?"

Yu Zheyuan: "Yes."

Wen Yue: "...Then please cure it as soon as possible."

He prefers to pet bigger, lively animals than this poor, silent little guy.

Wenyue licked the grass a few times, and handed the snow-eared mouse to Yuzheyuan for treatment. He planned to go to Qiongcaoyuan to pull some grass that small animals love to eat to feed it, and took the opportunity to hide from Yuzhe. deep.

Yu Zheyuan didn't stop him.

After Wen Yue left, he grabbed the snow-eared mouse by its slender tail and lifted the whole mouse upside down.

——The so-called illness is mainly due to feeding too much dream grass. As for curing it... After staying in the Soul Devouring Cauldron for a few days, can it still be revived?

Those glass-like eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the snow-eared mouse, a silent storm brewing in the pupils.

After a while, Yu Zheyuan stretched out his left hand, and the tiger's mouth caught the delicate neck of the snow-eared mouse, and exerted a light force.

The snow ear mouse didn't even utter a sound, and just hung its head down.

"You are useless, Xi Wuming." Yu Zheyuan said coldly.

He teleported to the grass outside Yunyu Pavilion with a spell, threw the rat corpse on the ground, and drew a few spells out of thin air.

The black mist rose up, and the body of the snow-eared mouse melted and turned into ashes inch by inch, completely annihilated into black powder, which drifted away with the wind without a trace.

Bruised bones and ashes, death without a whole body, this is the end of his kindness.

Two hours later, Wen Yue came back with a handful of dream grass, and found that the snow-eared rat with a sick seedling was gone.

"Xianjun, where is the snow-eared mouse?"

"It became sick because of homesickness, so I let it go." Yu Zheyuan took out an iron cage from under the bed, and inside the cage was a shivering Saber Tooth that couldn't be seen because of its fluffy hair. Rabbit, "Isn't Ayue very? Do you like Youyou? I'll bring it for you to play with. What about the grass? You can feed it."

Wen Yue let out an "oh", and had no doubts about Yu Zheyuan's explanation, and he was relieved in his heart, feeling relieved for the snow-eared mouse who only met once.

He opened the cage and carried the heavy saber-toothed rabbit out. Feeling the warm and soft touch like a cloud, he couldn't help but put his face on the rabbit and rubbed it deeply twice.

Yu Zheyuan: "..."

Saber Tooth Rabbit: "..."

Yu Zheyuan smiled and stretched out his hand, seemingly casually hugging the saber-toothed rabbit, and put it in his arms.

"Its teeth have grown recently, be careful? It will hurt you." Yu Zheyuan looked gentle, picked up a brown dream grass, and stuffed it into the three-petal mouth of the right and the right, "Come on, eat more?" "

Youyou tried to stretch out his arms to Wenyue, but felt that Yuzheyuan's hands were like iron tongs.

"Ji!" It screamed, and the moment it opened its mouth, it was stuffed into the dream grass by Yu Zheyuan.

After a while, it felt drowsy surging, and its whole body was limp and weak.

It snored.

……

I have to say that masturbating the saber-toothed rabbit is a kind of enjoyment, especially when masturbating alone, it is extremely stress-relieving.

Wen Yue took the saber-toothed rabbit back to his room, and while the rabbit was drowsy, he stroked its back from head to tail, pinched the long and soft ears from time to time, and confided his heart to the saber-toothed rabbit— —He didn't have anyone to talk to, it was too long.

"I'm having a bad day every day now. The more I act, the less happy I am." Wen Yue said to himself in a low voice, "Because I'm not a saint, I can't be like calm water, so I can't be irresponsible , leave without hesitation?"

When he entered this body, he had to bear the identity and responsibility of "Yu Zheyuan Taoist Companion". Because of what he owed Yu Zheyuan, he stayed to make up for it, and because of the reluctance deep in his heart and the endless struggle of nostalgia. If you want to leave, you can only keep a distance from the ground and maintain a precarious balance. It's like walking a tightrope in the sky. Every step is terrified, like walking on thin ice.

"But I don't want to do this." Wen Yue said to himself.

He once witnessed the failed marriage of his parents, the intervention of a third party, and every breakdown of his mother.

But none of these destroyed his yearning and hope for normal love.

Although his father is a scumbag and his mother is drowning in misery and unable to save herself, not all couples will end up in this way.

The world is vast, and all living beings are diverse, isn't there a soul mate, a confidant?

Even if it is an ordinary person who spends an ordinary life amidst the noise and sweetness once in a while, can he grow old forever...

"How can you not like Yuzheyuan?" Wen Yue thought like a dream, it wasn't his, he didn't want it, let alone want it.

There was a burst of pain in his chest, as if a big hole had leaked.The icy cold wind came in, freezing Wen Yue's bones.

"what should I do?"

Can you find the original owner and leave?

As long as the time is long enough, and Yongsheng does not meet each other, he will be able to forget about Yu Zheyuan, and will no longer be tortured by this paradoxical relationship...

In fact, Wen Yue's original plan was like this, but due to injuries, lack of strength and various accidents, he temporarily shelved this plan and did not carry it out further.

But facing Yu Zheyuan these days, he exhausted himself to keep a distance, and even hurt the heart of Xianjun... All this has made him overwhelmed and exhausted.

As soon as this idea popped up, it was like a seed that took root in Wen Yue's heart like a demon, quickly took root and germinated, and reached its peak three days later.

In fact, Yu Zheyuan's body was already half healed, but that night, for some reason, he started coughing up blood again.

Wen Yue couldn't sleep at all, and was made uncomfortable by the sound of Yu Zheyuan's cough not far away, so he quickly put on his clothes and went to Yu Zheyuan's room, only to find that Yu Zheyuan not only coughed until he was semi-conscious, but also fell into a nightmare .

He didn't know what kind of nightmare he had, and his usual indifference disappeared completely, his brows were furrowed, his head was covered with cold sweat, and his expression was extremely painful.

Wen Yue tossed about for half a night, made medicine for him, fed him, patted Yu Zheyuan on the back to help him relax, cut his fingers, and wanted to use his own blood to help? It was an insignificant favor.

Yu Zheyuan didn't gently wrap his fingers around his fingers as usual, but grabbed his hand and pulled it towards him with great strength? It was like a drowning man grabbing driftwood.

Wen Yue staggered and fell on the bed, Yu Zheyuan hugged her waist so hard that she couldn't even move.

Different from the previous temptation, this time, Yu Zheyuan just hugged him and did nothing.After a while like this, his shortness of breath unexpectedly calmed down slowly, his coughing sound became smaller and smaller, and finally, he fell asleep again.

Contrary to Yu Zheyuan, Wen Yue didn't sleep all night, his heart was beating and beating his chest, like a dull drumbeat.

He tried several times to get out while Yu Zheyuan was asleep, but as long as he moved a little, Yu Zheyuan would wake up with a start and cough again.

This made Wen Yue's heart feel even more uncomfortable - the original owner and Xianjun are worthy of being a couple of gods and immortals who love each other, and they cannot be separated from each other at all.

And he is just an unknown clown.

Wen Yue's mental exhaustion was too long, and finally at dawn, he couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

But even in such a complete and short dream, he couldn't get a moment of peace.

For the first time, Wen Yue dreamed very clearly that he and Yu Zheyuan were in trouble.In the dream, he indulged in indulgence, indulged in the pleasure of passion?/desire, and completely forgot about his sense of shame.

When he woke up, his underwear was already wet.

The room was deathly silent, with Yu Zheyuan's arms around his back, his body temperature and breath all around.

Wen Yue's mind went blank, and the string in his heart was stretched to the extreme, and it broke with a "pop".

"Is there any magic? Can you search for souls?"

Wen Yue thought brokenly, he wanted to get the original owner back.