Marrying the Useless Man whose Spiritual Platform is Broken

"Master Huo, my good uncle."

Mu Qinglan walked up to Huo Jue, put her hand on the armrest of his wheelchair, and leaned closer to him and said, "It's not something a responsible man should do."

Mu Qinglan didn't hold her breath on purpose, and slowly moved closer to Huo Jue, her breath spread evenly on his face.

Huo Jue leaned back, and when there was nowhere to rely on, he frowned slightly, but he did not raise his hand to push Mu Qinglan away involuntarily as before.

It's just that I grabbed my hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, and I squeezed so hard that my knuckles turned blue and the veins on the back of my hands stretched.

His expression was very "forced into prostitution", but it seemed that he forbeared more than resisted, which surprised and surprised Mu Qinglan.

or follow the trend...

"Cough cough cough...cough cough cough..."

Huo Jue didn't know how to deal with this situation. He clearly remembered what happened last night. He was just sick, not drunk and lost his memory.

But as Mu Qinglan got closer and closer, Huo Jue couldn't help taking a deep breath, sucking too fast, and began to cough heart-piercingly.

Mu Qinglan immediately didn't care about forcing Huo Jue to admit something, and quickly poured him water.

With the palm on Huo Jue's back, the spiritual power like a gurgling stream pierced into Huo Jue's meridians and spiritual mansion.

With this exploration, Mu Qinglan's expression slowly sank, his Lingfu was still in a mess, and there was no sign of recovery.

The decoction that ordinary people drink can only treat common typhoid fever, but cannot bring back to life the five internal organs of a broken man, and his body seems to be deteriorating faster.

Huo Jue took a sip of the water that Mu Qinglan handed to him, but before he swallowed the saliva, he spit it out along with the burning pain in his throat.

Just as she was vomiting into the cup that Mu Qinglan hadn't moved away in time, Yin Hong fell into the cup and quickly dispersed, dyeing the entire cup of water red.

Mu Qinglan's eyebrows twitched fiercely, her fingers trembled, and a little blood was splashed on her fingertips, but Mu Qinglan seemed to be scorched by magma, and a cup of **** water fell to the ground.

"Huo Lang!" This time it was Mu Qinglan who was at a loss. She neither dared to use her spiritual power to appease Huo Jue's already damaged and unrepaired Lingfu, nor dared to stimulate Huo Jue anymore.

After thinking for a while, he quickly said: "Don't get excited, I won't force you anymore!"

"I don't force you to be with me, can't I? I dropped the picture jade that recorded you hugging me last night. Is it okay to drop it? Let's pretend it never happened!"

Mu Qinglan caressed Huo Jue's front and back in vain, but she took out a jade token and dropped it.

The sound of broken jade sounded, but it couldn't stop Huo Jue's muffled sound of coughing up all his viscera.

Mu Qinglan squatted in front of Huo Jue, tremblingly grasping Huo Jue's hand with his blood-stained fingers, her fingers passed over the storage ring she gave him.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "You can do whatever you say, right? Uncle Master."

Huo Jue's whole body was like a branch swaying in the strong wind. The too slender branches seemed to make a "click" sound, as if they were about to break in the next moment.

He coughed and started to vomit. Mu Qinglan found a deep cup in the room to rinse her mouth in a panic, and gave it to Huo Jue.

It was so embarrassing, so disgraceful, so repulsive.

Huo Jue thought so in his heart, and when Mu Qinglan saw him like this, he was extremely resistant.

He wanted to drive her away decently, but he didn't know why his embarrassment was always hidden in front of her.

It's a pity that he can't even hold the cup at this moment, so he can only bend down as much as possible, and put his hands on the armrest of the wheelchair, so as not to let himself fall down.

All the strength in his body was exhausted, and what he spit out was brown and bright red filth, which was formed by the mixture of old and new blood, and there was no breakfast or dinner at all.

Huo Jue's eyes were red behind the white gauze, he hated himself why he didn't just die, why bother to linger on in such embarrassment?

But in the end he gave up, put his hand on Mu Qinglan's shoulder, and thought to himself, that's fine, after seeing him like this, she won't be obsessed with him anymore...

Mu Qinglan was so regretful that her guts were green, why did she force him, why did she mention last night!

Huo Jue was so conceited, he only lost control for a short time last night, he was afraid that he would regret it too.

Mu Qinglan blamed herself so badly that she poured water again, controlled her spiritual power into a very thin strand, and probed into Huo Jue's Lingfu to try to repair it.

She was so busy that sweat broke out on her forehead, and Huo Jue finally stopped.

Mu Qinglan used the tree vines to clean up the filth, sent it outside, and performed several cleaning techniques on Huo Jue.

He poured water for Huo Jue again, carefully supported him, and fed it to his lips.

Huo Jue was frowning even after drinking water, Mu Qinglan was very distressed, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned that..."

Huo Jue wants to say that this has nothing to do with you. He is about to decline to the extreme, and his life is at the end of his life, so what does it matter what he tells her?

If she hadn't gone down the mountain overnight to buy medicine and took care of him all night, Huo Jue would not be able to sit up and talk to Duan Qinxuan as usual today.

But the words of comfort and the water I drank were all blocked in my throat, and I couldn't swallow them or speak them out.

Mu Qinglan supported Huo Jue in a weird half-squatting position with her buttocks pouted, and discussed, "Shall I carry you to the bedside to rest?"

Huo Jue didn't speak, but leaned softly against Mu Qinglan.

His words to drive her away are on his lips, as long as he pretends to be angry. But Huo Jue leaned against her, listening to her soft words, his nasal cavity was sore.

He thought to himself, did he drive her away and crawl on the ground?

He didn't want to die so embarrassingly.

Mu Qinglan waited for Huo Jue's reaction, she was afraid of him, she dared not stretch out her hand unless he nodded.

He then discussed softly: "Are you okay? I promise I won't take advantage of you. You can't sit on a chair by yourself. I push you and you fall easily. I hug you. When you close your eyes, open them, you're on the bed. "

Huo Jue's throat improved a little bit, being moistened by the water in his mouth, it finally didn't hurt like burning, but he still didn't dare to speak, fearing that once he opened his mouth, he would cough again and again.

Mu Qinglan waited for him to express his opinion, but Huo Jue couldn't open his mouth, so he raised his hand and slowly hooked it around Mu Qinglan's neck.

That's it, Huo Jue thought.

Mu Qinglan blinked her eyes and said tremblingly, "I didn't force you to do this..."

Huo Jue wrapped his arms around Mu Qinglan's neck, motioning for her to hug her.

Mu Qinglan picked up Huo Jue in her arms, quickly carried him to the bedside, and placed him on the bed.

Huo Jue lay down and closed his eyes. Mu Qinglan sat by the bed for a while, looking for something to say to Huo Jue, but no matter what he said, Huo Jue would not speak.

She had to get up and start tidying up the house, applying cleaning techniques here and there.

Then he left silently for a while, and brought back some porridge that was easy to digest and easy to eat, as well as re-boiled medicine.

When Mu Qinglan came back, Huo Jue was lying on the bed, his face was covered with a white gauze, he was lying motionless, pale and thin, his robe sleeves were scattered along the bed towards the floor.

Mu Qinglan was stabbed in the eyes by this scene, Huo Jue looked silent, almost as if he had died, and there was even a dark death lingering around him.

Huo Jue heard Mu Qinglan's voice of leaving, and thought that it was as he expected, the dryad took a fancy to his appearance, he was so embarrassed just now, she must be bored, so she left naturally.

But his heart sank to the bottom, Mu Qinglan came back again, with the smell of food filling the room, Huo Jue bit the tip of his tongue, resisting the soreness in his eyes, he closed his eyes and dared not open them.

I'm afraid that when I open it, tears will fall.

Mu Qinglan came back with food and medicine, she knew that Huo Jue hadn't slept at all.

She raised her hand to hook Huo Jue's neck, discussing in her mouth: "Get up and drink some porridge, and drink the medicine..."

Mu Qinglan's voice suddenly paused, and her eyes widened suddenly—looking down at Huo Jue's long hair that she had scooped up, there were some obvious silver strands wrapped around the silky hair.

Mu Qinglan's heart seemed to be bound tightly by these silver threads, and even breathing became difficult.

Huo Jue's hair started to turn gray, that is to say...he was already in extreme decline.

It turned out that this serious illness did not come from the cold for no reason.

However, Mu Qinglan only paused for two breaths, and her attitude returned to the original one. She supported Huo Jue to stand up, and said, "Get up, don't play tricks, you are my uncle..."

Huo Jue didn't have the strength to sit up at all, the moment he talked to Duan Qinxuan tonight, he was already struggling.

In fact, he had already arranged everything. Both Qu Shuang and Duan Qinxuan knew where the magic weapon was. After he died, Duan Qinxuan could take over as the head. Huo Jue had already put the head seal and the magic weapon rebirth pool together.

He could have simply killed himself.

But he knew that Mu Qinglan was coming tonight... Huo Jue didn't even know what he was thinking, but he wanted to wait for Mu Qinglan to come. Her care and persuasion last night made Huo Jue reluctant. Can't he taste the taste that he has never tasted in his life?

He wanted her to go at first, he thought he could last until she left, at least as decently as sending Duan Qinxuan.

But Mu Qinglan once again broke through his strong support, and went back and forth again. The tall building in Huo Jue's heart was in the vomiting that pierced his five internal organs, and in Mu Qinglan's gentle and soft words, It collapsed completely.

He sniffled, let Mu Qinglan help him up by relaxing his body, indulged himself in Mu Qinglan's arms, and listened to her soft voice, persuading him to eat something.

Anyway, he was embarrassed and embarrassing enough in front of Mu Qinglan, and he didn't care about this last night.

Huo Jue thought about it, and said hoarsely: "Don't eat. It hurts..."

"Where does it hurt?" Mu Qinglan asked anxiously.

"Everything hurts..." Huo Jue's voice was nasal and even coquettish.

He wouldn't eat, it was useless anyway. The five decays are much faster than he imagined. By this time tomorrow, his temples will be white and his five internal organs will be rotten. It would be best if she didn't come. Will she be shocked?

Would she regret liking his appearance?

People who are about to die will never look good.

Huo Jue's eyes were filled with moisture. He leaned against Mu Qinglan's arms and half sat, with his head tilted to the window, and there was nothingness in front of him.

Mu Qinglan was still coaxing him: "Eat something and drink the medicine, and the illness will be cured."

Huo Jue didn't say a word, but quietly leaned against Mu Qinglan, not knowing what he was thinking.

No matter how much Mu Qinglan persuaded him, she refused to listen, and Mu Qinglan was on the verge of crying. Even holding Huo Jue in her arms, her heart couldn't beat.

"Huo Lang, Huo Lang..." Mu Qinglan kept calling him.

It took Huo Jue a long while to speak, "You don't leave tonight."

"Ah?" Mu Qinglan was stunned by the big pie that suddenly fell from the sky.

Huo Jue didn't know why he let Mu Qinglan stay, but he was sure that he didn't have the courage to face darkness and death alone.

She broke down the walls of his heart and saw his devastation, what would he do when she left?

Can't he be selfish just once? Anyway, she is a demon, a demon who came for him and stayed for him.

Mu Qinglan didn't know that Huo Jue had gone completely "crazy", and thought about it for a long while, unable to believe the facts!

Just now because Mu Qinglan forced him to admit that he hugged him, he almost spit out his internal organs, now she will stay overnight? !

Love comes too fast!

Mu Qinglan thought she was hallucinating, so she sat on the bed, twisted her buttocks to change positions, and asked softly, "Do you have a fever? Are you confused?"

Is it possible to have a fever and lose your mind?

Mu Qinglan touched his forehead from behind him.

don't burn...

"You want me to stay here tonight?" Mu Qinglan couldn't help asking repeatedly.

Afraid that he would make a mistake, he said again: "You have no other place here, so I... live in the same bed with you?"

Huo Jue actually let out a happy "hmm".

He estimated that he should be here in a day or two, maybe tonight. He didn't want the disciples in the sect and Duan Qinxuan to know in advance, and then stand by him, or be anxious, and do something irrational.

He could have died alone. Huo Jue didn't know the feeling of loneliness and loneliness before. He enjoyed being alone.

But Mu Qinglan trespassed on his own territory and stayed behind involuntarily, messing up Huo Jue's mood, occupying his thoughts, and letting him experience the company and warmth that he had never experienced before.

He wanted Mu Qinglan to stay one more night, even if Mu Qinglan didn't come tomorrow.

Mu Qinglan couldn't connect with Huo Jue's thoughts at all. When she heard Huo Jue's words that she would definitely stay, her heart was turbulent and the world was turned upside down.

She was holding Huo Jue's silver-doped long hair in her hand, Mu Qinglan thought for a long time, ruled out the possibility of Huo Jue's insanity, and felt that this should be regarded as keeping the clouds open to see the moonlight!

Boy, is this what you want?

My heart is about to burst!

She organized her words for a while, and then said, "Although I heard that dual cultivation can cure all diseases, but now you...cough..."

Mu Qinglan coughed subtly, "No way?"

After finishing speaking, Mu Qinglan was surprised that what she said was ambiguous, and immediately corrected it: "Hahaha, of course I'm not saying that you can't do anything, I mean...you are sick now, you are sick..."

"It's not suitable for intercourse."

"No, that's right..." Mu Qinglan scratched her head, her face was hotter than when Huo Jue had a high fever, scratching her ears and whispering in Huo Jue's ear, "Your current situation in the inner palace is too bad, no more I'm afraid Chuyang will make things worse."

Huo Jue would usually blush when he heard Meng Lang's words like this, scold her or drive her away.

But today Huo Jue just chuckled when he heard this.

Things that are said to be unobtainable can easily arouse people's obsession, and it seems that it is also applicable to demons.

However, except for the fixed loyal birds and fishes, most of the monsters who turned into humans are very sentimental and ruthless.

Especially dryads.

Huo Jue once subdued the tree demon, and its love over and over again was to devour people completely, corroding them to the bone.

Huo Jue knew that if she was gone, Mu Qinglan would soon forget about herself, or change to someone she liked again, and it would be so good for that person.

Thinking of this, Huo Jue felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart, as if his heart was being held tightly.

But he quickly relieved, it's good, isn't it?

Mu Qinglan is so strong, after his death, she should return to her mountain. He really wanted to tell Mu Qinglan that if he liked someone again, he must not be a monk. She was not smart enough and could be easily deceived. Few monks could accept being confused with a foreign race.

Mu Qinglan didn't know what Huo Jue was thinking, but when she heard his chuckle, her mind was buzzing, as if she had transformed into the wooden fish whose head was knocked on the head by the old monk Cheng Su Cheng Su.

Huo Jue didn't get angry after hearing what she said. Does it mean that he also thinks so!

Is he planning to completely indulge himself! That's right, life is too short to have fun!

Mu Qinglan also wanted to indulge, but she felt that Huo Jue's body temperature was higher than that of ordinary people, and she struggled to find a little reason from the corners. She said: "We... are not in a hurry right now, wait for you to feel better. Bar."

Mu Qinglan tried her best to close her mouth, but even if she pursed her lips, she couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from diverging towards her ears.

Huo Jue didn't say a word, thinking that it will not get better.

How can the five declines of heaven and man be good?

Mu Qinglan was still coaxing him: "Drink some porridge and take the medicine, and you'll be fine tomorrow morning!"

Huo Jue obviously couldn't see anything, but kept looking out the window. Hearing Mu Qinglan's words, he didn't answer, but asked, "Is there a moon tonight?"

Mu Qinglan was just about to answer, but when she rolled her eyes, the routine of coaxing the child came easily, "You eat food and drink medicine first, and I'll tell you!"

Huo Jue stopped asking.

Mu Qinglan pretended to threaten again: "Otherwise I will leave too, and I won't sleep with you anymore."

This reason seemed to threaten Huo Jue. Mu Qinglan took the porridge from the food box, scooped it up and handed it to Huo Jue's mouth. He really opened his mouth and drank it.

If Mu Qinglan had a small tail, she would definitely go up to the sky, Huo Jue was afraid that she would leave!

Mu Qinglan thought: He loves me so much!

Huo Jue's throat was very sore, and every mouthful he swallowed seemed to be cut by a knife, but he still drank the porridge and took the medicine.

Only then did Mu Qinglan tell Huo Jue: "Tonight there is a moon, which is quite round, and there are stars, all very bright!"

"Today is the first day of October," Mu Qinglan said. "Based on our marriage, I have been married to Beisong Mountain for almost a month and a half. When we have a chance, let's make up for it?"

Huo Jue listened quietly, noncommittal.

Mu Qinglan waited for his breath to be almost smooth, and he would not lie flat and feel sick, so she helped him to lie down. Then he gave both of them a cleanse, took off his boots, and officially climbed into bed.

Huo Jue's bed is not soft, it is very hard, and the quilt is not thick, it is not as good as that of a wealthy family in the world.

Mu Qinglan crawled into Huo Jue's blanket in a restrained manner, her foot touched Huo Jue's calf, and Huo Jue hid in discomfort.

He suddenly... regretted it.

He shouldn't allow himself to do whatever he wants when he is about to die.

But it's too late to regret.

Mu Qinglan obediently lay on the side of the bed, did not deliberately touch Huo Jue, pulled the quilt up to her neck, and turned her head to look at Huo Jue who was close at hand.

Huo Jue's long hair spread all over the pillow, his temples were cut like knives and his nose was straight. Although his complexion was not very good, from this perspective, he looked like a **** lying quietly and a jade mountain falling.

Mu Qinglan's eyeballs glowed with a faint green light, which was almost brighter than the ever-burning lamp.

Fortunately, Huo Jue couldn't see it, otherwise he would not only regret it.

He is just greedy for a little warmth from Mu Qinglan, but Mu Qinglan is essentially a fireball that can burn him to ashes.

After the two of them lay down quietly, it didn't take long for Mu Qinglan to become dishonest.

She first slammed Huo Jue's feet with her feet, and then hooked Huo Jue's fingers under the quilt.

Huo Jue's body was limp and weak, and he hid in the bed.

He didn't even dare to turn his back to Mu Qinglan, fearing that she would do something strange, so he leaned his back against the wall, facing Mu Qinglan's direction, and opened a pair of helpless eyes behind the white gauze.

He thought that people were going to die, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

He was too naive, he was still afraid of Mu Qinglan.

Yao really is different from human beings, he doesn't like to hold the sympathy of his disciples, and the sad death of his senior sister, he thinks that Mu Qinglan won't sympathize with him, which is very good.

But he didn't expect that Mu Qinglan really didn't sympathize with him, a dying person.

She even vomited in embarrassment when she saw him, and was... eager to try him.

Huo Jue thought about it for a while and decided that it would be better to go alone, and said, "I'm going to sleep, ahem... you'd better go."

"Hey hey hey hey..." Mu Qinglan laughed softly, or she tried her best to laugh softly.

Like a little mouse, Huo Jue's hand wearing the storage ring was caught under the quilt and rubbed repeatedly.

He said: "If you say to stay, then you will stay, if you say to let me go, then I will go?"

"Why are you so fickle, I took off all my clothes..."

It was really taken off, only the middle clothes were left, and the rest was kicked to the ground by Mu Qinglan from under the quilt.

"Sleep, I won't eat you again."

Huo Jue didn't even care about his physical discomfort at the moment. He was originally full of sadness, but now he didn't know where he was being squeezed.

There is only worry left in my heart.

Mu Qinglan now has a jar full of honey in her heart, and when she shakes it, honey is slowly flowing from her chest.

In fact, she didn't just think about the things that she couldn't say, and she also knew that Huo Jue's mood was as bad as his inner palace.

But still the same sentence, Mu Qinglan will not let him die, and naturally she will not let him immerse herself in the pain of her own death.

She took Huo Jue's hand and pulled him towards her.

He complained in his mouth: "You are the one who let me stay overnight, why are you hiding from me?"

Huo Jue is naturally no match for the pervert's strong hand, he is going to die, how can he beat Mu Qinglan?

He was dragged to his side by Mu Qinglan, Huo Jue's whole body tensed up, how could he have time to think about whether he would die or not?

When Mu Qinglan touched the belt on his body with her fingers and pulled off one of them, Huo Jue pressed her hand and said expressionlessly, "I'm already at the end of my life, and I'm near the end of my lifespan."

Even if the demon is not human, it is not necessary to follow a dying person...

When he said this, the placket slipped a little.

Huo Jue discovered something that made him feel more panic and fear than death. He reached out and grabbed the skirt of his shirt, breathing heavily, his throat was so itchy, and he wanted to cough.

Huo Jue regrets it very much now, he shouldn't be greedy for warmth in the world, and be curious about the care he has never experienced.

He didn't want to die on the body of a monster, so that's not embarrassing.

He squeezed Mu Qinglan's hand even harder, trying to stop her from committing crimes.

When Mu Qinglan heard Huo Jue say that he was going to die, she clicked her tongue and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, you won't die."

"Sleep, you'll be fine tomorrow morning."

"Come on, take your hands away, don't you know that you have a fever again?" Mu Qinglan said, "I made some light wine in the mortal world before, and wiped your body with light wine to reduce your fever."

"Um?"

"No." Huo Jue spat out a word, followed by a series of coughs.

He let go of Mu Qinglan's hand, and gripped his own robe instead.

Mu Qinglan always had a way to keep Huo Jue from being depressed. She deliberately pulled it a few times, and seeing a little blush on Huo Jue's face, she said in a drawn-out tone, "Okay... let's go."

"Then I'll lower my body temperature, and you hug me to reduce the fever?"

Huo Jue also wanted to refuse, not only did he have no time to think about how to die now, he didn't want to die at all.

At least he didn't want to die in Mu Qinglan's hands.

But Mu Qinglan had already lowered her body temperature involuntarily, and forced her way into his arms from the arms that were holding her clothes tightly.

"Hold me. Mu Qinglan put her arms around Huo Jue's stiff waist and stroked his back lightly. Other than that, she didn't make any other strange movements.

Huo Jue was extremely unaccustomed to being so intimate with people, but the matter had come to this point, and there was no turning back, so he could only hug Mu Qinglan, begging her not to do anything more strange.

Regardless of being caressed by Mu Qinglan, Huo Jue really relaxed.

Hugging is a wonderful thing, with incredible power.

When Huo Jue's consciousness gradually became dizzy, he gently lowered his head on top of Mu Qinglan's head, and said what he always wanted to say, "After I die, don't like monks anymore..."

Mu Qinglan rubbed her arms into his arms, and said, "I only like you. I've said it all, you'll feel better when you get up early tomorrow, just trust me."

Huo Jue fell asleep.

Mu Qinglan opened her eyes only after he was sound asleep.

She laid Huo Jue flat and wanted to get up, only to find that Huo Jue was still grabbing some of her clothes.

Mu Qinglan didn't break free, but stretched out her hand in an awkward posture, and stretched it towards the bed, and the storage bag from the pile of robes on the ground flew out and landed in Mu Qinglan's hand.

Mu Qinglan pulled out a bracelet from inside.

The bracelet is emerald green and looks to be of the same material as the storage ring on Huo Jue's hand. It was bought by Mu Qinglan and spent tens of thousands of spirit stones together.

Holding the bracelet, she turned her head to look at Huo Jue, and smiled slightly.

She tilted her head and stole a firm kiss on Huo Jue's face.

I sighed that he was stupid to death.

Then she put the bracelet on her hand.

With a sound of "嗡—", Huo Jue was directly shocked by the powerful spell that swung away, and fell into a drowsiness even deeper.

The storage ring in his hand lit up with a circle of runic red gold, circling around Huo Jue.

And the bracelet in Mu Qinglan's hand also lit up the silvery-white runes. The runes enveloped her green vitality, like countless dandelions scattered in the wind, slowly sinking into Huo Jue's body.

This bracelet, like Huo Jue's ring, was handed by Moze, the master of the Yin Hezong. Together, it is called "Gongsheng".

The sorcery that deprives human life for its own use is so terrible that everyone is terrified when they hear it.

But in this world there are always idiots who complain about women, eager to use their own vitality to support another person's life.