Marrying the Useless Man whose Spiritual Platform is Broken

Of course he still has consciousness, otherwise Huo Jue wouldn't be startled by his ankle being grabbed.

It's just that even if he was conscious, Huo Jue couldn't stand up. His legs were as weak as his arms, which couldn't even hold the crossbow used by mortals.

Huo Jue was startled by Qu Shuang's movements, he was at a loss for words for a moment, Qu Shuang had already moved up his calf under the blanket, Huo Jue quickly raised his hand across the blanket and pressed Qu Shuang's hand that was pressing on his knee.

"Qu Shuang." He called dryly.

Huo Jue was about to ask "what are you doing" when he felt the blanket on his lap being pulled off.

Qu Shuang sat cross-legged on the ground, involuntarily hugged Huo Jue's feet and legs onto his lap, and said, "I'll help senior brother loosen his muscles and bones. Senior brother sits and doesn't move all day, so he must be numb."

Huo Jue couldn't adapt to being so close to others, even if they were his juniors who grew up together.

He wanted to retract his legs, but Qu Shuang, who had always been respectful and obedient to him, and even called him a junior master in private for many years, actually held him down a bit forcefully.

"Senior brother," Qu Shuang looked up at Huo Jue with those dark eyes and said, "Let me help you."

As he spoke, he massaged with moderate strength, Huo Jue froze, and his whole body fell into absurdity.

But he did feel numb after sitting for a long time. After the five declines of heaven and man, he can only suffer this kind of discomfort that is not for outsiders.

But Huo Jue would rather suffer than be used to Qu Shuang holding his leg.

"Senior brother," Qu Shuang said coaxingly with a soft tone that he had never experienced before, "Is this kind of strength okay? Senior brother, relax a little bit, I just want to make senior brother feel better."

"It doesn't need to be like this." Huo Jue's voice was a little heavy.

He still tried to retract his feet, but his strength was negligible. Qu Shuang's tone was gentle, but his attitude was inexplicably tough.

"Senior Brother, every morning and evening from now on, I will help Senior Brother loosen his muscles and bones, so Senior Brother doesn't need to see me," Qu Shuang said in a low voice, "I know Senior Brother is suffering but I won't tell."

Huo Jue didn't feel that his good junior was ironic, but instead he felt more and more strange as Qu Shuang said "Senior Brother".

Qu Shuang is by no means a meticulous person, why didn't he realize that he was uncomfortable? To say that it was the most uncomfortable, it was when the spiritual mansion was shattered at the beginning, and no spiritual power could be retained, and Huo Jue couldn't even stand up.

At that time, Qu Shuang didn't considerately help him turn over, but just stood and guarded foolishly.

Huo Jue frowned slightly, lowered his head and faced Qu Shuang's direction, but unfortunately he couldn't see Qu Shuang's expression at all, let alone see the hard-to-neglect layer of green covering Qu Shuang's eyes.

Qu Shuang pressed and kneaded Huo Jue very carefully, making Huo Jue's calf and feet feel slightly hot, and he even used a little spiritual power to open up the stagnant meridians in Huo Jue's legs.

Although these spiritual powers were destined to not last long in his meridians, such a long-lost smoothness still made Huo Jue's back slightly sweat.

Sad to say, Huo Jue hadn't felt the feeling of sweating for many years, and he couldn't get used to it. Cultivators have always been able to regulate their body temperature without sweating, so Huo Jue's legs felt comfortable, but his body began to feel uncomfortable again.

Since the beginning of the five declines, he has been taking a bath twice a day, and now he just finished washing in the morning, and he is sweating again because of the unobstructed meridians.

Huo Juejiao pursed her lips slightly, wondering which was more uncomfortable to let her legs go numb or sweat.

Qu Shuang managed to let go of Huo Jue's feet, went to clean his hands and came back, then rubbed Huo Jue's shoulders and arms.

Huo Jue: "...Qu Shuang, please pay attention to the movements of the two elders in the door, you don't have to stay by my side all the time."

Qu Shuang was by his side, so the voice came from Huo Jue's ear. Qu Shuang chuckled, stared at Huo Jue's reddish ear, and said, "Don't worry, senior brother, according to senior brother's instructions, the whole Everything in the door is under control."

"Brother, your shoulders and neck are so stiff, relax a bit..."

The last word seemed a bit coquettish, which completely **** off Huo Jue.

"Qu Shuang." Huo Jue said in a deep voice, "Go."

"Where are you going? Didn't I always follow the senior brother and obey the senior brother's orders?"

When Qu Shuang said this, his hands were resting on Huo Jue's shoulders, and he tilted his head slightly from behind him to the side of his head to talk to him. This posture was like holding Huo Jue half in his arms.

The pressure on his shoulders and the oppression brought by the weirdness of Qu Shuang made Huo Jue's hair stand on end.

Although Huo Jue didn't have a delicate heart, he was once one of the best among the four sects in the cultivation world. He knew that it was impossible for a person to change his temperament so much overnight that he even changed his tone of voice.

It is even more impossible for him to misunderstand that Qu Shuang has some ulterior motives for him.

He has concluded that Qu Shuang is not right, maybe... was controlled by someone!

In the blink of an eye, Huo Jue could only think that the other party was looking for an opportunity to steal the rebirth pool of the magic weapon on his neck!

This is really tricky.

Guan Zishi, the only elder under him who has cultivated to the Escape Realm, was ordered to go to the Hengjue Sect to find the whereabouts of the rebirth lotus. And even Qu Shuang, who is at the peak of the Illusion Breaking Realm, is controlled, the opponent must be a monk who has entered the Cocoon Soul Realm above the Mortal Realm, in order to manipulate or even control the peak of the Illusion Breaking Realm.

Cocoon Soul Cultivator... After the Pluto Sea is inverted, how many Cocoon Soul Realm cultivators are left in the war of gods and demons?

If the opponent really came to the rebirth pool, Huo Jue would not have any ability to protect the magic weapon.

Huo Jue felt desolate and flustered for a moment. As the saying goes, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered. Today's Tianyuan Sword Sect is no longer as prosperous and powerful as it used to be. Huo Jue's father, Huo Yuanfei, died at the hands of the demon god. Get lost.

The Zhenpai's treasure, Rebirth Lotus, was also snatched by the Demon God. Fearing the Demon God's revenge, the elders of the sect and their disciples fled in all directions, and now the sect is falling apart.

Apart from the third elder Guan Zishi and Qu Shuang, there are not many people around Huo Jue... If the rebirth pool falls into the hands of others, he will never have a chance to start again, and he will lose his only bargaining chip to deter the chaos in the door .

At that time, other taboo elders in the sect will rush forward like wolves smelling meat—by then, his death will be minor, and the Tianyuan Sword Sect will be destroyed by him?

In just a few breaths, Huo Jue's thoughts turned, and his mind was turned upside down.

But when he spoke again, his flustered and sad emotions were firmly suppressed in his heart, and the discomfort and stiffness in his tone had disappeared, as if he had accepted the fact that his junior had suddenly changed his mind in a blink of an eye.

"Go to the canteen and bring me some food. My spiritual mansion is broken now, and I can't even use Bigu Pill." Huo Jue withdrew "Qu Shuang" with reason.

He had to quickly find a place to hide the regeneration pool.

Hearing this, "Qu Shuang" stared at Huo Jue's side face for a while, then moved closer, almost touching Huo Jue's white and jade-like side face.

Breathing so close that Huo Jue developed fine and dense pimples on the back of his neck, he even thought about how he would deal with this "Qu Shuang" if he broke his face.

A life-saving talisman in the cuff is already under the palm.

But the "Qu Shuang" who was half-embracing Huo Jue didn't tear his face, but took away his hot breath with forbearance and regret.

No, be patient.

"Qu Shuang" warned himself not to be too casual, Huo Jue is a gentleman like a jade, and has always been cautious, so he can't act like a rascal.

"Qu Shuang" even swallowed thirstily, before he could barely hold back the wanton desire not to kiss Huo Jue's side face.

"Qu Shuang" licked his lips, and whispered into Huo Jue's ear, "Don't worry, senior brother, I went to prepare the meal early in the morning."

The meal was being laid out on a table not far away, using extravagant techniques to keep it warm. Huo Jue was blind, and his five senses began to fade, and he didn't feel it at all.

"Qu Shuang" said: "Brother, you're sweating, I'll help you with a cleansing technique first, and then I'll bring it to you, okay?"

"Yeah" with a coquettish nasal sound, right next to Huo Jue's ear, Huo Jue was used to Qu Shuang's carefree voice, but he really couldn't adapt to the tune of "Qu Shuang"'s eighteenth bend of the mountain road, his expression almost cracked up.

It's so frustrating.

However, Huo Jue couldn't hold back, tilting his head slightly to avoid the breath sprayed by "Qu Shuang" on his neck.

He felt that the reason why the person who controlled or occupied the song double was so close to him and kept snorting at his neck was because he was looking for an opportunity to seize the treasure.

Huo Jue's whole body was tense, and the talisman seals in his palms under the sleeves of his robe were all damp from his slightly wet palms.

But "Qu Shuang" obviously didn't intend to tear his face apart, and soon the cleaning technique fell from the top of his head, and Huo Jue only felt that his body was sweating and sticky.

And he keenly smelled the fragrance of grass and trees in this technique.

Qu Shuang is the Wood Spirit Mansion, and the cedar from Beisong Mountain grows on the Dao Spiritual Shield, so it shouldn't have the fragrance of summer flowers and weeds.

It seems that it is a spiritual descending. If it is a puppet technique, it is impossible to have this residual fragrance of the original spiritual power.

Huo Jue racked his brains to think back, but he couldn't think of any of the four sects who were monks from the Muling Mansion in the Cocoon Soul Realm. Only the Tianyuan Sword Sect in Beisong Mountain were all Muling Mansion monks.

Could it be one of the elders who led his disciples to escape when the Pluto Sea was upside down?

But those elders, none of them are in the cocooned soul state, and the cultivation level of a cultivator who is only a small level away is a big difference. If you really reach the cocooned soul state, you can send spirits to others at will, and naturally you can come and go freely between heaven and earth .

If you want to conceal your identity, you only need a blinding spell, which can't be detected if you are not of the same level of cultivation, so why is it so devious and devious to descend on him?

For a cultivator in the Cocoon Soul Realm, it is easier to deal with him, a **** with a broken spiritual mansion, than to crush an ant to death.

Huo Jue really couldn't figure it out.

But soon he didn't have time to think about the mess, because after he was cleaned up, "Qu Shuang" pushed it to the side of the table.

"Qu Shuang" said in a tone like coaxing a child, "Brother, you can't see, your hands are weak, and it's not convenient for you to eat. I'll feed you."

Not a negotiating tone.

Soon the small array that kept the food warm was removed, and the aroma of the food permeated the air.

Huo Jue was hungry all of a sudden. He was very restrained and only ate very little every day, but his five declines were irreversible. Now he was not even as strong as a mortal. If he didn't supplement food, how could he have strength?

Huo Jue pursed his lips, instinctively resisting the temptation of the aroma of food.

I began to ponder in my heart again, what exactly this "Qu Shuang" wanted to do.

Pity him for being blind and unable to walk. It's too easy to kill him.

Soon the aroma approached, and the spoon full of fragrant rice porridge approached Huo Jue's mouth.

Qu Shuang said softly: "Brother, open your mouth."

Huo Jue's thoughts were interrupted again, he opened his mouth to say "I can eat it myself", and then was directly stuffed with a spoonful of rice porridge.

The rice porridge had minced meat in it, and it was very fragrant, and Huo Jue's heart tightened again. The food of the Tianyuan Sword Sect was made by a mortal cook, and the cultivators paid attention to cultivating the mind, body, and body to cut off emotions and desires, so the meals of the Tianyuan Sword Sect The things that Tang makes, at most, can't kill people with medicine, and they will never taste good.

Huo Jue ate porridge that was like washing pot water for several days, and he ate this fragrant porridge suddenly, and he didn't dare to swallow it immediately.

Could it be that "Qu Shuang" wanted to poison him to death?

But...why would a cultivator in the Cocoon Soul Realm use such a trick?

"Brother, is it delicious?"

"Qu Shuang" said with a hint of showing off, "I cooked it last night. I cooked it for several hours. It's very nourishing. Eat more."

Huo Jue heard the tone, and the hairs on his back stood up again, but what can he do now? I can only try my best to deal with it.

So he swallowed the porridge slowly.

Then Huo Jue heard the chuckle of "Qu Shuang", and he was so nervous that he tightly clenched the talisman in his sleeve.

But the pain of waiting for the poison to strike has not come, and the talisman he was about to kill was soaked in the hot sweat of his palm.

What was waiting was another spoonful of rice porridge mixed with some refreshing side dishes.

Huo Jue took another sip with a feeling that he couldn't explain it to outsiders.

Because of not swallowing in time, some rice porridge landed on the corner of his lips.

Huo Jue raised his hand to wipe it, when the other hand landed on the corner of his lips.

Slowly wiped off the rice grains, brought them to his own lips and licked them off, but then rubbed Huo Jue's lips with his fingers, and said in his mouth: "Brother, you are so careless..."

Then fingers lingered on Huo Jue's lips, reluctant to leave.

Huo Jue whose lips were rubbed repeatedly: "..."