Di Wuchen listened to Mo Jiu's answer, and he didn't know whether he accepted her statement, and didn't say anything more.

Mo Jiu thought of something, and as soon as he spoke, there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes.

"Master seems to be undressing his apprentice's clothes?"

Although it is a question, the tone is firm, and anyone who listens to it knows that this sentence is actually an affirmative sentence.

Emperor Wuchen's face was a delicate white jade mask, blocking the look on his face. The voice was still cold, without any fluctuations.

"You are injured, although you have taken the medicine of the teacher, but you have been in a coma for too long, and the teacher is worried that you have a wound on your body that has not been discovered, so I want to check it."

Emperor Wuchen put his hands behind his back, and under the illumination of the sun, he was far away and clear, like a god in the ninefold heavens falling into the dust.

When Emperor Wuchen spoke, Mo Jiu's eyes were always on him. Although there is a mask to cover his expression, his eyes are indifferent, and his posture is still fairy, and he can't find a trace of abnormality.

Is she thinking too much? How could such a fairy person have such filthy thoughts?

Mo Jiu raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "That disciple should be grateful to Master for saving his life." Has Master seen dustless? ”

Di Wuchen's voice was still very light: "He has other tasks to perform, so let him go back first." ”

Since it can perform the task, it means that the dust-free injury should be good. But for some reason, Mo Jiu had a sense of amazement in his heart.

Mo Jiu was silent for a while, and said, "Master, what are we going to do next?" ”

Emperor Wuchen's gaze has always been on Mo Jiu, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise a little when she saw her worry when she mentioned Wuchen and the loss when she heard that she was leaving.

"Do you have any plans? Listen to you for the teacher. ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, but this sentence sounds very spoiled. Even the tone seemed to be much softer, not as cold as Fang Cai.

Mo Jiu raised his eyes and glanced at Emperor Wuchen's white jade mask, and suddenly had the idea of taking off the mask to find out.

Speaking of which, she was also curious about why Emperor Zun wore a mask on his face. Is there a hideous scar? Or is it just an ugly face for fear of frightening others?

Mo Jiu curled his lips and smiled, "Mo Jiu thinks this is a good place to cultivate. I want to practice here for a while. ”

Di Wuchen suddenly took a step, came to Mo Jiu's approach and stood still, stretched out his hand to brush her ink hair.

His sudden approach made Mo Jiu unconsciously collapse his body. Although he is a master, Mo Jiu is not familiar with him, and he is tall, at least a head taller than Mo Jiu, which makes her very stressed.

There is a cold aroma on the emperor's body, which is somewhat familiar, as if he has smelled it somewhere.

Mo Jiu was a little distracted, but he also reflexively reached out and touched the hair that had been swept by the emperor.

Emperor Zun seemed to be amused by her reaction, chuckled, and said, "There are sawdust in your hair, and when your cultivation improves, I will teach you the cleaning technique for the teacher." ”

Mo Jiu is not stupid, she immediately grasped the point of Emperor Zun's words. He agreed to her request in disguise. She could continue to stay in the Black Underworld Forest, and not only that, but he would stay with her until her cultivation was raised.

This is a good thing, but Mo Jiu can't help but feel a little pressured. Emperor Zun and Wuchen are different, although Wuchen is a little old-fashioned, but after all, they are peers, and they have shared joys and sorrows for so many days, there has long been a tacit understanding between the two, and the emperor in front of him, although he is powerful, but after all, he is an elder, and it must be dull and stressful to get along......