I lead the villains to help justice in the world of cultivating immortals

Xing Li's words were heard in Mo Sheng's ears, and Mo Sheng looked at Xing Li's nervous but pretending to be calm.

There was a slightly playful smile on the corner of his mouth, "The reason why Shizun doesn't speak...is he shy?"

Xingli suddenly realized that she was still in Mo Sheng's arms, this...what does this look like?

He hurriedly got up and put his hands on Mo Sheng's chest. Hearing Mo Sheng's muffled groan, Xingli's eyes were full of doubts.

I didn't make too much effort myself!

how?

Enduring the pain, Mo Sheng put Xing Li on the edge of the bed and sat down, then pretended to be nonchalant, covering up his pain.

Xingli looked at Mo Sheng, except for the muffled snort just now, there was almost no expression on his face, his expression was indifferent and humble.

The two strands of hair hanging down gently rested on Mo Sheng's fair neck.

It looks fragile and slender and easy to break.

Xing Li suddenly understood why Mo Sheng, who later turned black into a Demon Lord, liked to choke people so much.

Because it looks.... nice to pinch.

Xingli suddenly felt that something was wrong with her. She was dazzled by this brat, Mo Sheng?

"It's late at that time, you go to bed early, I have something to go back first."

Xingli thought about running away.

Mo Sheng grabbed Xingli's wrist, stopping Xingli's intention to escape, "Master told me this half an hour ago, I think Master should explain clearly...why, sir Will Master come to my room at night, or suddenly appear in my arms?"

The corners of Mo Sheng's lips had a vague curvature, like a flash in the pan, which was fleeting when Xingli looked over, and the turbulent emotion in his eyes was deeply hidden in his eyes.

"Hmm... didn't you just say that there was a transmission error~"

Xingli yelled helplessly.

After Mo Sheng finished listening, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and rubbed Xing Li's weak and boneless wrist with great interest, playing with the delicate skin in his hand.

"Really? Who does Master want to send to?"

"Is it... the master, or... Xi Yao?"

"Or... Xizhe?"

Every time Mo Sheng said a name, his eyes became deeper and the smile at the end of his eyes became weaker and weaker.

"What? It's all! Don't think about it, it's a child's family."

After Xing Li finished listening, she tapped her finger on Mo Sheng's head.

"It's not big or small, let go!"

Feeling the painless force on his head, Mo Sheng loosened his hand and let go of the restraint on Xingli.

"Master, rest early."

After sending Xingli away, Mo Sheng suddenly closed the door, raised his hand and placed a restraint.

puff--

A mouthful of blood was spit out directly.

Mo Sheng raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips as if he didn't care at all, and then used a cleansing technique to erase all traces, then began to adjust his internal breath.

In fact, Xingli's appearance was too sudden, and Mo Sheng had no time to adjust his internal energy and hide the restlessness of the Nether Technique.

So when Xingli pushed and pushed her, she almost couldn't help but expose her strangeness.

........

Mo Sheng, who finished recuperating his internal breath, couldn't help but have a look of sadness in his eyes, when will this kind of secretive days be the end?

Mo Sheng suddenly felt the fluctuation of his own restraint, and several figures faintly appeared in his room.

Mo Sheng got up quickly, raised his hand and launched an attack.

"Who! Get out!"

Mo Sheng's voice was sharp and chilly.

Then, slowly, those few ghostly shadows gradually showed their own figure in Mo Sheng's room.

Then they all knelt on one knee, bowed their heads, and respectfully knelt in front of Mo Sheng.

There was no intention of attacking, but Mo Sheng could feel the loyalty from head to toe.

Mo Sheng frowned, looked at the people in front of him, pursed his lips, and didn't make a sound.

The few people stalemate like this for a while, Mo Sheng rubbed his eyebrows wearily, looked at the few people who were still kneeling on the ground, and said in a calm tone, "Who... are you? What are you talking about?"

When they heard Mo Sheng's words, several people raised their heads suddenly, their whole bodies were covered tightly, except for those calm eyes looking at Mo Sheng, they were vaguely excited.

Yes, excited, Mo Sheng rarely saw the excited look in the eyes of several people.

"The shadow guard of the demon clan! Please inherit the position of the next lord!"

Mo Sheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"Get out now!"

Mo Sheng directly drew his saber to face each other, and fought the few people underground.

Those few people would not fight back, they just avoided Mo Sheng's attack.

Mo Sheng's heart sank to the bottom in an instant...

All the shadow guards from the Demon Race came to find him, which showed that not only the world of cultivating immortals knew about his practice of the Nether Technique.

and....

The demon shadow guard can clearly know his position. Obviously, the background of the demon clan is beyond what he can imagine now.

After thinking a lot, Mo Sheng gradually stopped, and looked coldly at the three ghosts who claimed to be the shadow guards of the demon clan, "I can't go back to the demon clan with you, and I can't be elected as the next demon lord, the demon clan has nothing to do with me !"

Mo Sheng put his hands behind his back coldly, turned around, not looking at the reaction of those shadow guards.

And those three shadow guards obviously didn't expect that Mo Sheng would refuse to go back to the Demon Clan with him, and they looked at each other, obviously not knowing how to react.

"Please come back to the Demon Race with us to preside over the overall situation! When the previous Lord fell, he once said that the next person who will practice the Nether Technique will be called the Demon Lord!"

The three shadow guards could not afford to kneel directly in front of Mo Sheng.

But Mo Sheng suddenly swept all the things on the table to the ground.

Snapped--

boom--

The teacups and tea sets were all crackling and exploding at the feet of several people.

"I said get out!!"

At this moment, Mo Sheng's eyes were scarlet, looking at them as if they were his own enemies.

"Obviously I'm already working hard! I'm already working hard and struggling to get out, why do you still want to drag me into the dust!"

"why?!"

Mo Sheng's fine black hair hung down on his forehead, his exquisite and beautiful face was full of sadness, and his bright red lips were still stained with blood, making him look more and more coquettish like a charming sun, adding an inexplicable sense of decadence.

Mo Sheng raised his eyebrows, looked at a few obsessed people, suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, with blood and death in his tone, his tone was indifferent and stern, "Since you guys are obsessed, don't blame me!"

While talking, Mo Sheng went up and grabbed the man's neck, snapping——

Directly twisted a man's neck on the spot.

But the other two people didn't have any waves in their eyes, they looked at the dead body coldly, and said stubbornly, "Please come back to the Demon Race with us to take charge of the overall situation!"

Mo Sheng seemed to be stimulated, and there was a storm in his eyes, "I thought I had come out of the darkness, but you insisted on letting me fall into the abyss...then die!"

Immediately, Mo Sheng's life flew out, almost instantaneously, and the remaining two people could not die anymore.