Master, after his soul is gone

Chapter 21 Why Do You Treat Me Like This?

Seeing a bright light appearing on the back of the neck, Wen Qizhou raised his eyebrows, gently stroked that spot with his right hand, and the cloud of black air quickly disappeared.

After finishing all this, Wen Qizhou put the man back to his original position, and then he also lay down.

Yan Yuzhi was so fast asleep that he didn't notice it, and even tucked into his arms after he lay down.

Wen Qizhou frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to push the person away, but not long after, a touch of warmth came up again.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Qizhou clamped him down, and slowly closed his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, something strange came from his arms again, Wen Qizhou opened his eyes, and saw a trace of sweat oozing from Yan Yuzhi's forehead, and he seemed to be saying something.

In fact, it was because Yan Yuzhi had a dream in which he returned to the bamboo house again, but the difference was that Wen Qizhou's eyes were full of coldness, he looked at him as if he were looking at a stranger, and pointed his sword at himself.

Yan Yuzhi pursed his lips, "A Zhou, what are you doing?"

Wen Qizhou gave him a cold look, and a bloodthirsty smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, "What does Master think I'm going to do?"

"Of course I'm waiting to cut off the master's extreme spiritual roots."

Hearing this, Yan Yuzhi was slightly taken aback, "Ah Zhou, stop joking with me."

Wen Qizhou snorted, "I don't have time to joke with you, is the master planning to give it to me directly? Or wait for the apprentice to pick it up in person?"

Seeing that the chill around him became more and more obvious, Yan Yuzhi knew that he was in danger, but he couldn't do anything but run outside at the moment.

According to the impression in his mind, Yan Yuzhi ran to the exit of the illusion.

But after all, he didn't have spiritual roots, and after running for a long time, his physical strength could no longer support him, so he found a big tree at random and leaned against it.

Not long after he sat down, "Wen Qizhou" appeared in front of him, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"Why didn't Master continue to run? I thought Master could really escape from my palm, but I was thinking too much."

Yan Yuzhi supported the tree trunk with his right hand, and stood up with strength, "What is your purpose of pretending to be Ah Zhou?"

As if hearing some joke, "Wen Qizhou" laughed out loud, and the sarcasm in his eyes was even worse.

"I don't know, it turns out that Master is so naive."

"But it's not bad, so Wen Qizhou's identity is still perfect in Master's heart."

"It's just that I don't know if the master still thinks so after the sword pierces into your body?"

As soon as the words fell, "Wen Qizhou" raised the knife in his hand and dropped it, and the sword stuck in the tree trunk next to him.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, Wen Qizhou smiled and said, "Tsk, it's really surprising that the master is so cooperative and doesn't even dodge."

Yan Yuzhi clenched his fists tightly, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Wen Qizhou smiled even more, "Master, don't you know how attractive your extreme spiritual root is? After all, extreme spiritual root is rare. If you have this, you can greatly increase your force. How many people flock to it."

Letting go of the sword in his hand, one hand raised Yan Yuzhi's chin, and the other hand conjured up a dagger, piercing it into Yan Yuzhi's heart.

The moment the pain came, Yan Yuzhi opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice came from my ear, his words were full of concern, "Master, what's wrong?"

Turning his head to look, Yan Yuzhi was in a daze, "Ah Zhou?"

Wen Qizhou hurriedly took the handkerchief from the side, and wiped the sweat from Yan Yuzhi's forehead, "It's me, Master, what's the matter? Could it be a nightmare?"