One Hundred Ways to Whitewash Villains [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

11.22

　　Wei Chengze couldn't help but be stunned by Tang Mo's words, and he looked at the feather with a bit of surprise.

　　Phoenix, the king of birds, has been a symbol of auspiciousness since ancient times and has been revered and worshiped by people, which shows its mystery and power. Even in the world of cultivation, the phoenix is ​​also a rare high-level spiritual pet. It is born with a talent for cultivation, which makes its strength often much higher than that of monks of the same level, especially the fire phoenix, which is the most powerful and has the most violent personality. , even if the cultivation level is low, ordinary monks would not dare to provoke him, let alone the Immortal Lord level mentioned in the late Tang Dynasty.

　　Seeing Wei Chengze's appearance, Tang Mo's eyes showed a little lust.

　　He encountered this fire phoenix in the secret realm. At first, due to his carelessness, he almost fell into the opponent's hands. If he hadn't had an epiphany during the battle and broke through the bottleneck, who knows what would have happened.

　　Of course, the result now is that he beat down the firebird that was looking at people with its nose, and even plucked out a feather from the bird. He had relied on this thing before to let the griffon that had been guarding outside the maze leave. After all, not everyone has the courage to provoke an Immortal Lord-level spiritual beast.

　　When he received Zhuang Qingwen's signal for help, Tang Mo happened to be fighting with the fire phoenix, so he was unable to get out and go to where Zhuang Qingwen was.

　　At the end of Tang Dynasty, he also thought that if Zhuang Qingwen had called for help earlier and if he had not encountered that annoying firebird at that time, would he have been able to get to the two people faster? Could Wei Chengze have You won't encounter such danger. However, conjectures about established facts are always useless and meaningless, apart from adding to annoyance.

　　After waiting for a long time, he didn't see any movement from Wei Chengze. Tang Mo moved the phoenix feather in his hand forward and said urgingly: "What?"

　　Wei Chengze seemed to suddenly come back to his senses. Likewise, he raised his head and glanced at Tang Mo, subconsciously wanting to refuse. Although the origin of this thing was not mentioned in the late Tang Dynasty, I know that this is definitely not something that can be obtained casually, and its value needs no further explanation.

　　Such things are quite valuable to Wei Chengze, a person who has just started to practice—no, it should be said to anyone in the world of cultivation.

　　However, the end of Tang Dynasty did not give Wei Chengze a chance to speak. With a twist of his wrist, he pushed the phoenix feather in his hand into Wei Chengze's hand.

　　"If you really don't like it, just leave it as a light at night." As he said that, Tang Mo grinned at Wei Chengze, "This thing can still shine at night!"

　　If others knew that Tang Mo was ruining this thing, , maybe he will point at his nose and scold him. You know, the feathers of the fire phoenix are rare and precious materials, whether for refining medicine or weapons, let alone the immortal king level fire phoenix. , that is, even if you want it, it is difficult to find.

　　Just this small piece of feather can even be exchanged for everything Wei Chengze needs before he can cultivate to Dao Lord.

　　Although Wei Chengze didn't know this, he also knew the ridicule in Tang Dynasty's words. He twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to smile as usual and argue with Tang Mo, but he felt a dull pain in his chest and couldn't laugh.

　　The martial arts practiced in the late Tang Dynasty were of a metal nature and could not use the fire-attribute Feng Yu at all. Although Wei Chengze's talent was ordinary, his spiritual root was indeed a rare single-spirited fire attribute. Of course, there is no need to say who this Feng Yu is prepared for.

　　Tang Mo, who had never met him in the secret realm from beginning to end, did not forget to prepare the things he needed for practice. An Yingsheng, who was with him, left him alone when he was unconscious. Leave... Holding Feng Yu's fingers with slight force, the joints were slightly bluish white.

　　After staring at Wei Chengze's pale face for a long time, Tang Mo couldn't help but sigh softly, stretched out his hand to hold his head, and pressed it hard on his shoulders: "No matter what you do next, I I didn't even see it."

　　Even though he knew that this man couldn't let go of An Yingsheng after what happened, he still couldn't sit back and ignore it. It was... damn.

　　After pressing the hand on the back of Wei Chengze's head a little harder, Tang Mo let out a long breath, with obvious helplessness and bitterness on his face.

　　Stunned by Tang Mo's sudden movement, Wei Chengze opened his mouth, wanting to say something. However, before he could say anything, tears suddenly fell from his eyes and wet the fabric on Tang Mo's shoulders.

　　As if he had not expected this situation, Wei Chengze was stunned. He blinked his eyes, and more tears fell down, disappearing into his clothes without leaving any trace.

　　With his lips trembling slightly, Wei Chengze finally couldn't control himself, grabbed Tang Mo's shirt with all his strength, and cried loudly - like a child who was severely bullied, crying at the top of his lungs regardless of his image.

　　His hands moved, but Tang Mo finally couldn't hold it back and hugged tightly the child who had been at the top of his heart for some time.

　　The wet feeling spread from his shoulders, and Tang Mo's arms holding Wei Chengze involuntarily tightened little by little, as if he wanted to embed this person completely into his body.

　　Only at this time can he let his mood go and make such a move.

　　Perhaps he had almost vented the pent-up emotions in his heart, or maybe he was tired from crying. Wei Chengze sniffed and gently pushed Tang Mo, who was hugging him tightly.

　　Sensing Wei Chengze's movements, Tang Mo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the desire in his heart, and released his hands.

　　Wei Chengze seemed a little embarrassed when he met Tang Mo's gaze. After all, it is really not a glorious thing for a man to cry with tears and snot all over his face in the arms of another man.

　　He touched his nose, with a rare shyness on his face, and coupled with his slightly red eyes, he looked somewhat endearing.

　　His heart beat hard, Tang Mo looked away in embarrassment, and changed the subject in a panic: "Now you know me, okay? If you change your mind now, it's still too late to switch to my school!"

　　Wei Chengze:... ...

　　This guy is still thinking about this!

　　Wei Chengze couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw Tang Mo's usual attitude of not missing any opportunity to poach someone. It's a bit incredible that the depression in my heart just now has disappeared a lot.

　　Reaching out to wipe the wet corners of his eyes, Wei Chengze smiled and said, "Go ahead and dream!"

　　In fact, Tang Mo himself should also know that since the decision had been made, Wei Chengze could not change it. If he really did this, the thousands of years of friendship between An Yingsheng and the end of Tang Dynasty would come to an end. Betrayal of the master's sect is not something that can be revealed in a few words.

　　But this guy, I don't know if it's to spite An Yingsheng or something, but he likes to talk about this matter from time to time - especially when An Yingsheng is present, he doesn't think it's a big deal.

　　"Afraid, you don't know what's good or bad!" After receiving the same answer as before, Tang Mo couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Look how good I am. I eat, chat, and play with you every day, and I also prepare elixirs and magic weapons for you. The training materials can relieve your boredom when you have nothing to do, but no matter how bad it is..." Tang Mo counted his advantages one by one with his fingers. Tang Mo said it in a serious manner. He could see the smile on Wei Chengze's face. They couldn't help but expand a bit.

　　"But the person I like is not you!" Wei Chengze's words made Tang Mo's hands tremble almost imperceptibly, and for a moment he even forgot what kind of reaction he should make.

　　The tone was as light as a joke, and the content that had been repeated many times fell into his ears again, but it was still like a basin of ice water, chilling his heart.

　　"Tang Mo?" After getting no response from Tang Mo for a long time, Wei Chengze couldn't help but shouted in confusion. He looked at Tang Mo, who looked a little nervous, blinked his eyes, and suddenly leaned over, with a slightly malicious smile on his face: "Tang Mo, I said..."

　　"You want me to go so much. Could it be that your disciple is..." The corner of his mouth curved in a bad way, and Wei Chengze moved closer to Tang Mo, and his deliberately lowered voice fell into his ears, which was a little ambiguous for no reason, "...like me?" "

　　Just now ? When he came back to his senses, he heard Wei Chengze's words, and Tang Mo's heart beat violently.

　　——This kid is just playing a prank and cannot be taken seriously.

　　——You can't be led around. As usual, just find an excuse to get by.

　　I can't... admit my feelings.

　　He reminded himself over and over again in his heart that Tang Mo wanted to retreat and distance himself from Wei Chengze, but his body was not under his control at all and he could not move.

　　"What if I say 'yes'?" Tang Mo heard his own voice, which was hoarse and dry due to excessive nervousness, with a slight change in tone.

　　Wei Chengze was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened slightly as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

　　Look, it turned out to be no different from the expected reaction...

　　At this time, all you need to do is raise the corners of your mouth and show a proud smile, and you can perfectly resolve the problem at hand. However, Tang Mo pursed his lips and repeated what he just said: "What if I said, yes?"

　　Wei Chengze's lips opened slightly, but he didn't make a sound. His eyes also showed a little confusion because of this unexpected development.

　　"What if I say that I really like you?" As if threatening, Tang Mo said it again, leaning forward slightly and approaching Wei Chengze, who was already very close.

　　The distance between the two was so close, and Tang Mo's figure was clearly reflected in those dark jade-like eyes - only his figure was reflected. The tips of their noses were almost touching, and Tang Mo only had to raise his head slightly to touch those slightly pale lips - which he did.

　　Perhaps because he was recovering from a serious illness, Wei Chengze's lips were a little dry, but the warm and soft touch was like a sweet spring, which made Tang Mo involuntarily indulge in it.

　　Tang Mo did not go deep, but gently rubbed Wei Chengze's slightly dry lips, moistening them little by little. His careful movements were like treating a treasure.

　　His eyelashes trembled slightly, and it took Wei Chengze a while to realize what happened. He subconsciously raised his hand to push Tang Mo away, but stopped when he touched Tang Mo's shoulder.

　　——The late Tang Dynasty was trembling.

　　That uncontrollable, subtle tremor suddenly made Wei Chengze feel sour in his heart.

　　He... couldn't bear it.

　　In the end, Tang Mo took the initiative to let go of Wei Chengze. He looked at the person who lowered his eyes and avoided his sight, with a bitter smile on his face. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, I crossed the line."

　　He knew there would be no results, but he still did such an excessive move.

　　Wei Chengze didn't speak or raise his head, as if he didn't hear anything.

　　After staring at Wei Chengze for a long time, Tang Mo curled his lips, stood up and left the room.

　　It's the same development as expected...

　　So he said that he shouldn't express his feelings.

　　How stupid.

　　Hearing the sound of the door closing, Wei Chengze raised his head and looked at the empty room. After a long while, he whispered: "I'm sorry."

　　For Tang Mo's feelings that he could not respond to, he felt that What he does next.