Wen Muyue didn't know what she did to Xu Yingfeng, but when she went out, Xu Yingfeng was taken away by Wen Muyue, and when she came back, Wen Muyue was left alone, as well as the bright red and the strong smell of blood on Wen Muyue's body now, which seemed to tell Shen Meng about Xu Yingfeng's fate.

It was quiet in the room.

Shen Meng's current condition has completely fainted, and now he is lying on the bed with his eyes closed, probably because this symptom is getting worse and worse, and now the whole person is like a dead person, cold, lying motionless on the bed.

The skin was pale and a little harsh, if it weren't for the sound of breathing and the muffled grunting of the endure.

Wen Muyue almost thought ...... The person in front of him is dead.

Just by the thought that arose in his heart, he already felt a little out of breath, and the whole person who suppressed it couldn't breathe.

What if the master is dead?

Will he be happy?

Wen Muyue didn't know.

Wen Muyue looked at Shen Meng on the bed, her face that had no expression on weekdays finally had some changes, even if it was a painful change in expression, it was enough to show something, making Wen Muyue feel that her master was far away from her...... Not so far away.

"Master......" Wen Muyue murmured softly, now facing Shen Meng's unconscious state, Wen Muyue unloaded her usual disguise, and now her brows are slightly twisted, her eyes are particularly complicated, as if she hates it very much, and it seems that she can't give it up at all.

"Why...... It's just the master......" Wen Muyue walked to the side of the bed, and gently lifted the thin cedar covered by Shen Meng little by little, with doubts and incomprehension in her eyes.

Yes, there are so many people in this world, and the person who commits such a heinous thing can be anyone in this world.

But why...... It's just that he respects and loves his teacher.

"Hmm......" Shen Meng fell into a coma, now defenseless, not at all like the high-ranking immortal venerable on weekdays, but a weak woman with no power to restrain the chicken, now this fragile appearance makes people not doubt it, even if it is a childish child standing in front of Shen Meng, holding a knife and stabbing it gently.

Shen Meng will also be defenseless and die in his dreams.

"Master, does it hurt?" Wen Muyue gently took off her coat, half-knelt on the bed, gently lifted the broken hair on Shen Meng's face, looked at Shen Meng's delicate face, and had an obsession and love in his eyes that he had never discovered.

The movements in his hands were very delicate, and his fingers finally stayed on Shen Meng's lips, and Shen Meng was unconsciously close to the heat source in front of him.

Wen Muyue's face was obviously a little happy, and now she gently curled the corners of her lips, directly took off her coat, and lay on Shen Meng's bed, wrapping her hands around Shen Meng, her movements were extremely skillful, as if she were ...... has been doing this for many years, and Shen Meng's body is also subconsciously curled up in Wen Muyue's arms.

"Master, you're really good." Wen Muyue raised the corners of his lips, his voice was hoarse, he closed his eyes, and used the warmth on his body to slightly dispel the cold on Shen Meng's body, and he gently bit Shen Meng's earlobe.

The voice is extremely lingering and compassionate, as if he is saying touching love words.

"I've thought about it, it's better to call the master's life better than death." Wen Muyue's eyes were cold.

Shen Meng, who was floating in mid-air, looked at everything below, and his expression was particularly complicated.