Every day the puppet is playing dead

"Open the door."

Hearing Mr. Wen's voice outside the door, Chongyu panicked even more. He grabbed the black hair on his chest, pulled Yuan Wuxin's head over, and asked:

"What should I do?"

If it was someone else, Chongyu would not be afraid at this time, he would even let Yuan Wuxin hide it in his spare time, and then open the door calmly.

But this is Mr. Wen.

Who can fool a doctor?

Chongyu didn't dare to test, he knew that with Mr. Wen's cultivation, no matter where Yuan Wuxin hid, it would be useless.

Being pulled so rudely by Chongyu, Yuan Wuxin felt pain, he could only follow Chongyu's strength and turn his head, licked his red lips in an angry way, then pulled out his own hair from Chongyu's hand, complaining road:

"What are you panicking about?"

"Can you not panic?"

Chong Yu half stood up, he approached Yuan Wuxin, and said in a low voice,

"You are a Demon Lord, think about it, if you are found here..."

The human world already has a low tolerance for demons. If they knew that Yuan Wuxin was a demon king, perhaps not all monks in the human world would go crazy and try to arrest Yuan Wuxin.

"Oh? Are you worried about me, or yourself?"

Yuan Wuxin was like a poisonous snake, he hissed and approached with a snake letter.

Chong Yu froze for a moment, he asked:

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course there is."

Yuan Wuxin smiled, and the brilliance in his purple eyes flowed, and finally, taking advantage of Chong Yu's thinking gap, he suddenly stepped forward and kissed Chong Yu again.

Chongyu didn't expect Yuan Wuxin to be like this at this moment, he was stunned;

But Yuan Wuxin seized this opportunity, directly pried open his teeth, and stuck the tip of his tongue in. The soft and moist tip of his tongue hooked up with Chongyu, and then he bit the tip of his tongue like a mark, and poured blood into Chongyu's throat .

Sensing the smell of blood spreading from his mouth, and feeling a smell and temperature that didn't belong to him, Chong Yu came back to his senses, he closed his teeth subconsciously, and accidentally bit Yuan Wuxin again.

Yuan Wuxin cried out in pain, and he parted suddenly, with a trace of red blood at the corner of his mouth.

"You're such a piece of wood."

Yuan Wuxin complained and blamed, but the next second he still lied softly and bonelessly on Chongyu's body, stroked Chongyu's left chest with his left hand, and asked,

"Give me your heart, will you?"

Chong Yu's face froze for a moment, he sat up and asked:

"You know I went..."

"That tree."

Yuan Wuxin continued to smile, her purple eyes seemed to have magical powers, making people reluctant to look away at all.

"Let's not talk about that now. Baby, how about I give you my heart?"

Chong Yu:?

In the next second, Chong Yu felt a heat on his chest, he looked down, and saw that the hand that had been placed on his chest inadvertently had completely torn his chest open;

These are nothing but the most frightening thing is that Yuan Wuxin's hand continued to push in, and after a while, it all sank in, leaving only one wrist stuck in Chongyu's rib.

Chong Yu: "..."

In Chongyu's horrified expression, Yuan Wuxin seemed to think that the incident was not big enough, so he suddenly raised his head and said to the door:

"Come in."

Chongyu came back to his senses, he didn't care that Yuan Wuxin's hand was still stuck on his chest, he said in shame and annoyance:

"you……"

The figure outside the door swayed, and he slammed the door open with a "snap".

Mr. Wen walked in. He saw the scene in the room, and the breath around him cooled down visibly to the naked eye.

After walking in, Mr. Wen took a look at Chongyu and Yuan Wuxin, he closed the door, avoided the sight of the outside, and asked in a low voice:

"Chongyu, what are you doing?"

Even though his face was frosty, Mr. Wen still tried his best to keep his voice steady.

If you just listen to Mr. Wen's voice, it seems that Mr. Wen is still the gentle Mr. Wen in Chongyu's impression, but Mr. Wen's breathing is a little short.

There is no other reason, the current posture between Chongyu and Yuan Wuxin is too ambiguous.

There was a blanket on the floor, but the two still hugged each other.

From Mr. Wen's point of view, he could only see Chongyu's back——

Chongyu was held in Yuan Wuxin's arms, he raised his head, his back was facing Mr. Wen, his clothes were messy, his chin rested on Yuan Wuxin's shoulder, he gasped for breath, his eyes were distracted;

On the other hand, Yuan Wuxin held Chongyu in his arms from the front, with one hand tightly wrapped around Chongyu's body, and the movement of the other hand was blocked by Chongyu's body, so he couldn't see clearly.

However, every time Yuan Wuxin's arm moved, Chongyu would groan softly.

Mr. Wen's brows turned cold all of a sudden, he looked at Chong Yu, knowing that Chong Yu couldn't see, he still asked seriously:

"Are you ok?"

Chongyu knew that Mr. Wen was asking him, but all he could think about at this moment was the hand that Yuan Wuxin did evil in his chest. He didn't know why Yuan Wuxin did that, but...

Yuan Wuxin's act of putting his hand into his chest cavity was no different to Chongyu's feeling of prying open a shell and poking the soft and delicate meat with his fingertips.

The deepest part of his heart, the softest and most defenseless place, was invaded by another person.

Very strange.

Chong Yu was like a dying swan, with his head raised, he was breathing in small mouthfuls, his head was in a mess, he wanted to ignore the intrusion, but it was useless.

This also caused Chongyu to have no time and thought to answer Mr. Wen's question.

"Ah, you are Mr. Wen."

Since Chongyu didn't speak, Yuan Wuxin answered.

While staring at Mr. Wen with those strange purple eyes, he gently patted Chong Yu's back to comfort him.

Mr. Wen took a step towards Chongyu, and he said calmly:

"I'm."

"interesting."

Yuan Wuxin tilted his head. From the beginning to the end, he did not show a trace of vigilance. Instead, he looked at Mr. Wen with great interest and asked:

"You made that potion, why, did you do something wrong?"

Mr. Wen didn't answer, he just said in a deep voice:

"Let go of Chong Yu."

"I do not want it."

The corners of Yuan Wuxin's lips turned up more and more, and the malice in his eyes became more and more serious.

"What? Jealousy? Now Chongyu is in my arms."

Like a demonstration, Yuan Wuxin kissed Chongyu in his arms, and Chongyu accepted Yuan Wuxin's kiss very docilely. Then, Yuan Wuxin turned his head, looked at Mr. Wen, and said softly:

"Mr. Wen, let me say it again, did you tamper with the potion?"

Seeing this situation, Mr. Wen couldn't help but took another step forward, and at the same time he replied uncontrollably:

"Yes."

Of course there was something wrong with that bottle of potion.

From the very beginning, when Mr. Wen gave the potion, he was calculating.

Regardless of whether the potion is effective or not, in Mr. Wen's calculations, he will be the winner.

If the potion is effective, Yuan Wuxin drinks the potion, and Yuan Wuxin turns into a pure-blooded protoss, then Lingxian Pavilion can take advantage of the full moon night, when Yuan Wuxin is weak, arrest Yuan Wuxin, drain his blood, and use it The medicine guide for the prescription needed by Mr. Hua;

If the potion is ineffective, then Yuan Wuxin will definitely become another pure blood.

No matter whether Yuan Wuxin became a monster, a demon or a human, the Lingxian Pavilion can still use trumped-up charges to directly arrest Yuan Wuxin, and then kill Yuan Wuxin.

It all should have been seamless.

However, Mr. Wen shouldn't admit to his scheming.

After realizing that he had admitted such a dirty calculation in front of Chongyu, Mr. Wen suddenly seemed to have been poured with cold water, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Chong Yu leaned on Yuan Wuxin's shoulder, he seemed to be absent-minded, but in fact he was listening the whole time.

After hearing Mr. Wen's direct admission, Chongyu was a little disappointed.

The reason why he wanted to "ask" Mr. Wen in the first place was that besides finding a free teacher for Yi Sheng, there was another reason——

At that time, Mr. Wen was handsome and handsome, and he was full of gentlemanly demeanor, treating people and things with sincerity, like a fairy.

As a result, Chongyu fell without accident, and always regarded Mr. Wen at that time as his white moonlight, lamenting that it was beyond reach.

But now...

Chong Yu reluctantly glanced at Yuan Wuxin who was still holding her, and sighed.

People.

I haven't seen her for many years, but I never expected that Bai Yueguang back then, as the book said, turned into a grain of white rice sticking to the table.

Chongyu found shamefully that he seemed to have really changed his mind. He... now seems to be more interested in the "cinnabar mole" in front of him.

If the "cinnabar mole" in front of him hadn't put his hand on his chest.

Hearing Mr. Wen's shortness of breath behind him, Chongyu was in a state of desperation, and he had to come forward to solve this matter for the first time.

Chong Yu gritted his teeth, he grabbed Yuan Wuxin's wrist, and under Yuan Wuxin's gaze, with his own will, he pulled out Yuan Wuxin's hand that was in his chest.

Afterwards, Chongyu stood up quickly. He didn't even bother to straighten his clothes, so he said to Mr. Wen:

"I'm sorry... Uh, the situation was a bit special before... Me and... Uh."

Seeing Mr. Wen's complexion getting worse and worse, Chong Yu didn't dare to continue talking.

Mr. Wen's complexion was indeed very bad, he stared closely at Chongyu's exposed chest, the red spell on that fair skin was too eye-catching;

What's even more glaring is that there is actually a tooth mark on the opponent's shoulder.

Mr. Wen was so disappointed that his voice trembled a little:

"Is it because of him that you left me?"

In Mr. Wen's opinion, the time they spent parting was not worth mentioning in the world of comprehension, and it could even be said to be short.

But in such a short period of time, the young man who was determined to "ask for marriage" before had changed his mind.

Chongyu was stunned for a moment. He recalled the scene of meeting Mr. Wen for the first time at the edge of the waterfall, his face turned black, and he denied it abruptly:

"not him."

"Oh, it doesn't matter if it's him or not."

Mr. Wen closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Mr. Wen became as gentle as jade again,

"When I kill him, there will be no one in your heart."

It just so happened that Yuan Wuxin was a demon, so killing Yuan Wuxin at this time was really the right time, place and people.

"He's going to kill me."

Yuan Wuxin stuck up to Chong Yu's back. He stretched out his hand, starting from Chong Yu's shoulder, touching the skin, sliding all the way down, and finally complained in Chong Yu's ear,

"But I gave you my heart. If I die, you will die too. Tell me, what should I do? Baby."

The place where Yuan Wuxin's finger slid all the way, to Chong Yu, it was like an electric shock, his body was numb, and he wanted to stay away from Yuan Wuxin's finger, but he couldn't help leaning forward.

Chongyu didn't know what his body was like, and he couldn't understand Yuan Wuxin's words, but felt his chest in a daze.

inside of him...

Something is really jumping rhythmically.

"What do you mean?"

Mr. Wen heard Yuan Wuxin's implication, he frowned and asked.

"Literally, Mr. Wen."

Yuan Wuxin acted like a protest, kissed Chongyu on the cheek, then tapped Chongyu's left chest with his fingers, and said,

"My heart is here."

Under Mr. Wen's suspicious gaze, Yuan Wuxin smiled complacently:

"You don't know yet, but now...his body..."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Wuxin's hands were like vines, and he hugged Chongyu up. One of his hands pinched Chongyu's waist, which seemed to show off:

"Every part of his body is very familiar to me."

As the maker of the puppet back then, Yuan Wuxin naturally knew every part of the puppet's body.

However, this sentence, to people with ulterior motives, has a completely different meaning.

Mr. Wen held the hand hanging by his side tightly, with such force that several deep crescent moon marks had already been dug into the palm by his nails.

"So, Mr. Wen, think about it. To kill me is to kill Chongyu."

Yuan Wuxin said this with a smile.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Wen took a deep breath, and said to Chong Yu with a sullen face:

"It's okay, I can tolerate his existence."

Chong Yu:?

No, no, he couldn't take it.