Mousse feels very greasy.

It's like the feeling of being soaked in cooking oil.

Mousse opened his eyes suddenly, and he was sweating profusely. She folded her hands a little weakly, and when she sat up and looked around, she found herself lying on a bed carved of rosewood.

The body is covered with a thin quilt, and the quilt is careful, the blue part is still delicate, and the carving and embroidery on it is also lifelike.

Mousse turned his little brain, which dynasty should this textile technology be?

"Master Mu, long time no see." The man in the wheelchair pushed the wheelchair into Mousse's room.

Mousse looked at the very familiar face and was stunned for a moment.

"Win Locco ......?"

"Yes, sir." Ying Luoke smiled slightly, "It's really been a long time since we've seen each other, my lord."

"No," Mousse was a little dizzy, holding his forehead, "why did I suddenly appear here?" ”

"Ah, I did it." Win Loko laughed, then coughed a few times. Then, he habitually took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood coughed up from the corner of his mouth.

"I've been looking for the soul of an adult for a long time, and just a few days ago, the soul lamp finally noticed the trace of the adult's soul, and I brought the adult back."

"What are you bringing me back for?" Mousse can't cry or laugh, and the proportion of ingredients that want to cry is relatively large.

"Don't you like it?" Ying Luoke was stunned, and the hand that had picked up the handkerchief hung straight down.

"It's because the adults left me to become a national teacher, so the adults don't like me anymore, right?" Ying Luoke's voice was low, but because she was emotional, she couldn't help coughing hard.

Mousse watched as the other party coughed and coughed and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, coughing and coughing and spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"No, that's not the point, what's the matter with you vomiting blood?" Mousse frowned, it didn't seem to have this problem before.

"It's okay, old problem." Win Luo Ke vomited a little too much blood, and his face was a little pale, so at first glance, he looked more like a sick beauty.

"But I didn't see it when I died." Mousse blurted out.

When Ying Luoke heard Mousse mention the word death, his eyes were sharp for a moment, but he instantly became as peaceful and sad as ever.

"It's just some minor problems later, if you don't take it, you can't die." Ying Luoke smiled miserably, "That person is back, if I want to be a national teacher, I will definitely resign from my position." ”

"No, no, no," Mousse decisively shirked and said sincerely: "I'm old, this kind of high position is no longer suitable for me, you can be your national teacher and benefit the people." ”

The old lady's tasks have been completed and she is retired, so don't do this thankless job! I used to be a national teacher, but I didn't have a way to do it in the mission world, and I also had to train a little rabbit cub like you, so how could I have greater rights if I didn't stand in a higher position?

Now I have inherited my original position, like. The apprentice is gone, and the master's old path is not bad.

"But," Ying Luoke's face turned pale, and even his rosy lips turned a little pale from excessive blood loss, "isn't that why your lord left me?" ”

“???” Mousse rolled out his hand and said solemnly, "It's definitely not !!"

"Then ......," Win Loko lowered his eyes, "will you still leave, my lord?"

What Mousse wanted to say was suddenly blocked, so if he said it, he would definitely leave, but saying it so directly seemed to hurt the young man's heart.

Oh no, I'm not a teenager anymore, I'm an adult.

Adults don't need to think so about his mental health, can he tell the truth, right?

…… Yes, can?

All right.

Mousse hesitated and fell silent.