Wu Zhou was stunned for a moment, then sighed and shook his head, slowly walking towards the bed, "Do you feel okay?"
Qing Shang slowly opened his eyes, which already had a pair of strange black pupils, full of wildness. He watched Wu Zhou approaching with vigilance, "Master Wu Zhou, do you think this is so good? Can it relieve... the evil spirit of having repeatedly made things difficult and humiliated?"
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Wu Zhou ignored his question and placed the cake Qianye left for him beside the bed, "Eat something first, I won't let you die."
"I once killed tens of millions of people in an instant, but now I have to repay evil with kindness and save the culprit who brought you to such a miserable state. Mr. Wuju... you have really cultivated some Buddha nature." Qing Shang said with a harsh sarcastic tone.
Wu Zhou opened the straw box containing the cakes and asked, "Did Ju Jue ever force you to do those things?"
Qing Shang's eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc, "What if I say that I am filled with joy and racking my brains to torture you?"
Wu Zhou picked up a piece of cake, handed it to Qing Shang's mouth, and said calmly: "That's okay, just eat it."
Qing Shang was stunned for a moment, looking at Wu Zhou without blinking, as if he hadn't seen him for hundreds of years. He had never known Wu Zhou before?
Once upon a time, when he just said those words, no matter which sentence, even if he picked out even half of a sentence, Wu Zhou would not even bother to reach out and strangle him to death, and would turn him into ashes with a wave of his hand.
He used to be a majesty that no one could challenge. He used to be an existence that he always looked up to but could never touch.
"Qianye has no time to heal you for a moment. You don't want to die, so there is no need for me to say anything more." Wuji's tone was light, but full of orders and persistence.
Qing Shang was about to speak, but suddenly he frowned hard, as if he was enduring severe pain. It took him a long time to turn around, and gasped: "Even you... now not only live at the feet of the Celestial Master, but also ask for help from the Celestial Master."
Save me?!"
"Qianye is my woman. As long as I don't want you to die, it is natural for her to save you." There was no sense of insult in Wu Zhou's tone, but it was natural as if it was going to rain.
Simple.
Qing Shang didn't know whether Wu Zhou was confident or thick-skinned, but the aroma of the cake slices was so tempting that he was really hungry.
Wu Zhou passed slices of cake to his mouth one by one, and facing Qing Shang's appearance, which was already fully revealed, he really seemed to be feeding his own pet.
"I always thought that you didn't remember what happened in Qingyun Mountain back then."
"Why can't I remember?"
Wu Zhou faintly gestured to the position in his arms, "More than six thousand years have passed. Back then, you were just such a big silver fox, just born."
"Thanks to you, the first thing I drank after I was born was not my mother's milk, but my mother's blood."
Wu Zhou nodded, "I have spiritual consciousness since I was born. It seems that I made a mistake by leaving your lineage for Qingyun Silver Fox."
Qing Shang's eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, so tight that they pulled the injured ear on the top of his head. The pain was so painful that his head was about to split, but he still endured the pain and looked at Wu Zhou, "Now that you know that I know the truth, don't you feel guilty...
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"Why should you feel guilty?" Wu Zhou asked with pure questions, "The Qingyun Silver Fox lineage brings the blame on itself. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If I can leave a lineage for it, it is a rare encounter."
Let's be open. You might as well think back, have I ever picked up an orphan from the outside in the past few thousand years?"
Qing Shang was speechless immediately. For thousands of years, Wu Zhou had never picked up any demon except him.
"Then what's the relationship between you and Yeming?"