Lu Zhizhou didn't reply to her, and the scene turned to the bed.

He hugged Ye Zhao's waist tightly, as if to merge her into his bones.

Ye Zhao was almost out of breath, sweat sticking to the side of her face, wet and sticking to her face.

"No, we are master and apprentice ......"

She put her hands on Lu Zhizhou's chest, gasping and refusing, but she was confined a little tighter again.

"Master, why do you want to refuse?" The young man's slightly cool lips held her earlobe, and his voice was slightly cold, "You obviously like your disciple too, don't you?" ”

Do you like it?

She grabbed Lu Zhizhou's shirt tightly, and wanted to say something, but her mind was blank.

As he got closer, the candle flame flickering, Ye Zhao was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly came back to his senses.

No, that's not right......

She remembered, it was an illusion!

Ye Zhao was shocked into a cold sweat, she pushed Lu Zhizhou away violently, and a cold light flashed under his sleeve.

She caught the blade, and her eyes grew cold: "Your illusion has a good influence on me, but it's a little worse, otherwise I wouldn't have remembered that I was in the illusion until now." ”

The boy still looked innocent.

"What illusion?" He shrugged his shoulders, "Master, are you still making up the reason for the illusion in order to reject your disciple now?" ”

The cold light under his sleeve was still faintly visible, and Ye Zhao sneered: "You can put away the knife in your hand and then pretend with me." ”

The scene of this illusion was so familiar that she could remember it.

It's the prophetic dream she had the other day!

The dream that predicted that Lu Zhizhou killed her, but she didn't expect it to be just an illusion......

"Tsk." The young man had no choice but to get up and brush the dust off his clothes, "Okay, it's not too much of a loss, but before I died, I knew that the only illusion that could trap the master of the Imperial Spirit Gate was that it had such a relationship with her disciple." ”

His smile made Yoaki extremely uncomfortable.

Especially when he also landed on Lu Zhizhou's face......

She was about to make a move, but the nightmare laughed a few times by herself: "I know I can't beat you, I'll end it myself!" ”

The nightmare dissipated in front of her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, she found that she was still in the library.

It's really just a fantasy.

Recalling his previous illusion, Yezhao clenched the scroll tightly, and his thoughts began to spin rapidly.

In fact...... In the illusion, she was not disgusted by Lu Zhizhou's closeness.

- In reality, too.

Perhaps, as the nightmare said, she really had something in mind about her disciples?

Ye Zhao's heartbeat was extremely disordered, but thinking of the spell on Lu Zhizhou's body, she still couldn't sit down.

Yezhao has never been a grinder, she just wants to follow her heart.

Now that it's clear, she has to go.

"Hopefully everything will be fine......" Ye Zhao pinched the scroll and frowned, "I don't know how his situation is......"

These days, her mind is very confused, saying that she came to the library to find a way for him to break the spell, but also with some thoughts of escaping.

Now......

Let's face it.

Ye Zhao walked out of the library quickly.

……

"Is Lu Zhizhou still awake?"

Ye Zhao grabbed the two guards in front of Lu Zhizhou's bed, and asked uncertainly.

The two guards looked at each other, and one of the guards was about to push open the door to take a look, when a young man's hoarse voice came from inside the door: "Is it Shizun?" ”

Obviously, awake.

Ye Zhao pushed open the door and walked in, without paying attention to the situation, and said, "Lu Zhizhou, are you okay in the past few days?"

"Master rest assured, the disciple is fine."

Lu Zhizhou replied again in a hoarse voice.

Ye Zhao closed the door, and only when he turned back did he see the situation in the room clearly.

The light in the room is dim, and there is a strong smell of Chinese medicine, which gives people an extremely dull feeling.

The boy was lying on the bed, and his face could not be seen clearly, but it also gave people an inexplicable feeling of low pressure.

Is this called a big deal?

"Lu Zhizhou." Ye Zhao took a deep breath and stepped forward to hold his cold hand, "I have something to tell you." ”

Her eyes flickered slightly, the young man's cold fingertips curled slightly, and suddenly said, "Master, you ......"

What is this going to do, Master?

"I'll heal you." Ye Zhao suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, "In addition, what you said that day, I went back and thought about it for a long time, the eyes of the world are actually not that important, I have never cared about that, and I shouldn't care about it this time." ”

Lu Zhizhou showed a stunned expression.

Ye Zhao curled the corners of his lips: "I want to follow my heart." ”

He seemed to be stunned, the emotions in his silver eyes rolling, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

Ye Zhao smiled, leaned up and kissed the corner of his lips: "Are you going to regret it?" ”

Hearing this, Lu Zhizhou suddenly grabbed her fingertips and looked at Ye Zhao in disbelief.

"What do you mean......" he said uncertainly, "yes...... You ......"

Seeing his slurred appearance, Ye Zhao couldn't help laughing: "I said, I like you a little, are you satisfied?" ”

The roots of Lu Zhizhou's ears suddenly became hot and red, and a little blood rarely appeared on his pale face.

But not long after, Lu Zhizhou's eyes dimmed slightly.

He didn't have much time left......

However, to be able to hear Ye Zhao's words in the last days, even if it may be a pitiful charity, he is willing to do it.

Sensing that he was a little depressed, Ye Zhao sighed: "The spell on your body...... Don't worry, I'll cure you. ”

"Hmm." The corners of Lu Zhizhou's lips pulled up a touch of arc, "Don't worry, I will ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly pursed his lips.

Ye Zhao was about to say something, but he coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The warm liquid splashed onto her palm, and Ye Zhao's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously stepped forward to hug his body.

When she looked down, Lu Zhizhou's eyes turned scarlet, and he clutched the mattress tightly, trying his best to maintain the last shred of sanity.

"It's ......"

[It's the parasitic spell on his body that has attacked, kill him.] 】

Qilin's little milk voice was filled with cold emotions, Ye Zhao held Lu Zhizhou's shoulder, his lips trembled slightly, and he didn't reply.

Kill him?

How could she possibly do it?

At this moment, Ye Zhao saw Lu Zhizhou take out a dagger from his personal space and hand it to her hand tremblingly.

His thin dry lips opened and closed without making a sound, but Ye Zhao knew very well that what he said was-

"Kill me".

There was no way she could get her hands down, and the hand holding the dagger didn't have half the strength.

[If you don't kill him at this moment, when he is invaded by consciousness, he will die, and you will die. 】

Qilin's voice sounded in her head again, but Ye Zhao couldn't do anything, she closed her eyes at the young man's scarlet eyes, and took out the small porcelain vase that Ji Jinshu had given her earlier.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's going to happen." Ye Zhao lowered her eyes, raised her hand and handed the liquid in the small porcelain bottle to Lu Zhizhou's lips, her eyes gradually became cold, "But I have to gamble." ”