Fast Traveling Cannon Fodder: Blackened Male God's Favorite

Chapter 248: A Fox as a Fairy: Master, Tribulation 27
It was only by chance that he would know the secret method of double cultivation.

Because A Yin was carrying the storage bag Shen Yang sent him with him, he felt displeased, secretly took out all the things inside and replaced it with his own.

Now, I opened this book because it was the only way to help Ah Yin at the moment.

The physical body bears the thunder, and the mind and soul are intertwined/entangled.

Use your body as an enchantment to protect your safety.

Take the spirit as nourishment to replenish your soul.

Everyone calls it——

Furnace tripod!

The sky thunder strikes again and again, excruciatingly painful, as if his cultivation is about to be exhausted.

Mo Qinghan remained motionless, only staring at the person in his arms with those red eyes.

Every touch of the soul, every hug and fusion, the addictive taste is like possession again and again, filling the emptiness in his heart, making him tremble uncontrollably.

"Ah..." Mo Qinghan bit her lips tightly between her lips and teeth, her lips were bright red and beautiful.

One pain, one joy.

I never thought about it, because it is you, fearless, even if the heart desires, the original intention is not there...

After a long time, the thunder gradually weakened, and Mo Qinghan fell beside An Ning.

Raising his hand, he gently caressed the girl's cheek, and gently parted her thin lips, "Shuangxiu, master and apprentice, is not tolerated by the immortal sect."

"Ayin, would you blame my teacher?" Mo Qinghan came closer to An Ning and pressed his cool lips gently on her eyebrows.

As a teacher, I should like you very much.

It's a man versus a woman...

that kind of like.

……

Shen Yang had been making noise all the time, and the leader Qing Lan was afraid that Tianlei would hurt him, so she knocked him unconscious and sent him back to the main peak.

As the head of the sect, he must take into account the safety of the entire Immortal Sect.

Contact the elders and set up an enchantment to prevent surprise attacks from the devil world.

But as a nephew, he wanted to try his best to protect his uncle again.

The head, Qing Lan, waited for a day and a night at the gate of the Tianling Peak cave.

Under the pitch-black sky, a person walks towards the moonlight.

The white clothes fluttered like snow, and the black hair fluttered in the wind.

"Uncle, is the little junior sister okay...?" Qinglan, the leader, strode forward. The words he was about to say suddenly stopped when he saw the person, and his face changed drastically, "Uncle, are you possessed?!"

"It doesn't matter, I will take care of it." Mo Qinghan opened her lips lightly, her voice was clear and waveless.

Under the moonlight, the light blue icy flames between his eyebrows were stained with blood at some point, and it was shockingly red.

The head of the sect, Qing Lan, quickly pulled him back, and asked worriedly, "Uncle, what happened? Even if it's my younger sister who formed a pill, you can't..."

Hearing this, Mo Qing gave Qing Lan a cold look, "It's none of her business."

"I know." Headmaster Qinglan frowned, "I just care about my uncle."

"No, I'm fine." Mo Qinghan pulled out her hand, her figure was floating, and the white light lingered, as if it could be dissipated by the wind.

He pursed his thin lips slightly, and stepped forward.

"Uncle, where are you going?" Qing Lan, the head of the sect, said anxiously, "I have ordered that no one should come near Tianling Peak during the tribulation. No one will know about the matter between Uncle and Junior Sister, including me! Uncle can stay!"

"Qing Lan," Mo Qinghan paused, raised her eyes to look at the dark sky, her slender lips were bloodless, and asked lightly, "Is it really so important to ascend?"

"That's what a cultivator of immortality desires all his life, and my uncle's cultivation level is unmatched in the world. My uncle was born with supernatural powers and extraordinary talents, that's what is determined by the way of heaven. Uncle, you—" Qing Lan, the head of the sect, said "It is destined to ascend, and no one can stop it."

"Heavenly way, can you just waste her life?" Mo Qinghan suddenly turned her head, looking at her nephew coldly, her eyes were reddish, with a faint hint of hostility.

"Uncle-"

Mo Qing asked coldly, "God, can you force her to do something you don't want to do?"

The head of the sect, Qing Lan, was surprised: "Master, what are you talking about?"

"Ayin, she hates God." Mo Qinghan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there were many shadows in her icy black pupils, "Why should I be with the gods?"

"Uncle, calm down, you have become a demon, everything you say and do is not from your heart, have you forgotten your ruthless Taoism?"

The head of the sect, Qing Lan, rushed over, Mo Qinghan stepped back, and his tall figure stood in the void, looking proudly at the world.

The sky is pitch black, only him, Tsinghua is like the moon.

Finally, Mo Qinghan looked at Qinglan and opened her lips coldly, "It's broken."

"What?" Sect Leader Qing Lan's expression turned serious.

"Dao Xin." Two simple words spilled from Mo Qinghan's lips and teeth, and his tone was always calm.

Then, the head of the sect, Qing Lan, watched helplessly as the uncle of the fairy master fell down.

Mo Qinghan, the strongest person in Xianmen, he fell——

"Uncle Master——" Master Qinglan hurriedly stepped over, and when he stretched out his hand, he only touched a touch of cool mist.

Mo Qinghan's body scattered into particles, shining brightly, and finally faded into nothingness, and disappeared into the night.

"Take good care of A Yin." Those were the last words left by Mo Qinghan.

*
The next day, An Ning woke up and the first thing she said when she opened her lips was, "Master..."

The voice was very low and hoarse, she called out a few times after a while, and the voice became louder and louder.

Finally pursing his lips, his throat slipped, and he said pitifully, "Master, I'm so thirsty, your A Yin is dying of thirst..."

The only response she received was boundless silence.

She opened her eyes and waited silently for a long time, but Mo Qinghan still didn't show up.

did not appear—

Rolling up her fingers, she tightly grasped the snow-colored Liuyun quilt.

An Ning's brown eyes shimmered with crystal gleam, like the surface of a lake under the sun, shimmering.

The door opened suddenly, and Shen Yang ran in. The moment he saw An Ning, he said pleasantly, "Little fox, are you awake?"

"My master..." An Ning turned her face away, staring at Shen Yang in a daze, "Where did he go? Why didn't he come to take care of me?"

Shen Yang was silent, but when he saw the water in the girl's eyes, he couldn't help but hold her hand, "Little fox, I'm sorry. The master and uncle passed away and are no longer here."

"It's impossible, I don't believe it." How could Mo Qinghan, the top tycoon in the world of immortality, die?

How could it be such a price!

She can't accept it.

"I'm going to find Master, he doesn't want me anymore, I have to coax him." An Ning got up, and the moment her feet hit the ground, she was stunned.

"Little fox, you have to accept the facts. On the road of cultivating immortals, no one can guarantee that they will live forever. The master uncle failed to withstand the thunder disaster, this is what the master master saw with his own eyes." Shen Yang followed her and continued to persuade, Suddenly stopped, "Little fox, you..."

Ice muscles and jade feet, black hair reaching the ground.

An Ning walked to the mirror step by step, her gaze fell on it coolly.

The girl wrapped in white clothes is slender and charming, her long hair is untied and draped over her shoulders like a waterfall.

As she walked, a twilight lingered, covering her with moonlight and blue frost.

The eyelids are slightly raised, the red lips are slightly raised, and there is a sneering smile, which is a soul-stirring beauty.

She, grown up--

Where is Mo Qinghan?
(End of this chapter)