Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

The bright moon hung high at night, and the moonlight illuminated the blood-stained earth red.

The entire Duan Mansion was filled with blood and lifeless.

Several Tianxuan Sect disciples dressed in moon-white Taoist robes jumped down from the air and put away their swords.

The leader was a thin man. Looking at the devastation, he sighed regretfully, "We are still late."

They went down the mountain to practice, and after receiving the distress signal from Duan Mansion, they reported it to the sect immediately and rushed over one after another.

The disciples around him briefly searched the courtyard and came back to report: "Brother, the demons have left. I don't know if Mr. Duan is alive."

The leading disciple nodded, "Let's go in and take a look. Be careful. The demonic energy hasn't dissipated yet. Beware of the demons sneaking up on you."

"Yes, senior brother"

The disciples of Tianxuan Sect were all in uniform, holding swords in their hands, and they were all cautiously watching their surroundings.

They were standing in the courtyard of Duan Mansion, when suddenly a silver light cut through the dark night.

Several people quickly looked into the void and froze in place after seeing who it was.

The person who came had an unparalleled appearance. He was dressed in white clothes that were spotless, the hem of his clothes moved with the wind, and the long sword in his hand glowed with faint sword splendor in the moonlight.

The deep golden eyes, as cold as a pool, swept over them lightly.It is so sacred that no one can feel disrespectful at all.

The leading disciple was the first to react and noticed the iconic ring jade pendant around his waist. He suppressed his excitement and saluted respectfully, "Junior Qu Ran, Tianxuan Sect Jianfeng disciple has met the real Qingyue."

The other disciples came to their senses and followed suit by bowing respectfully.

Excited inside!

Qingyue Zhenren has too many labels to count.

The proud son of Xuanzong, a genius in martial arts, and the number one immortal couple in the world of cultivators...ahem.

In short, anyone who sees his face can't help but sigh with emotion, "He is so beautiful and beautiful that there is no one like him in the world."

Appearance is the thing that Qingyue Zhenren is least good at.

What really makes the world of immortal cultivators admire is that Master Qingyue has become a Mahayana monk at the age of [-].

There are only a handful of Mahayana monks in the entire world of immortality, and Master Qingyue is the youngest among them. There are even rumors that Master Qingyue is preparing to overcome the tribulation and ascend.

How lucky I am to be able to meet him.

The disciples of Tianxuan Sect were all excited, like crazy fans who have succeeded in chasing stars. They pursed their lips and snickered, stealing glances at the people in front of them from time to time.

Qu Ran is Qingyue Zhenren's number one fan, because their master, Elder Zhanjian, admires Qingyue Zhenren so much that he often talks about him, so that all his disciples have become die-hard fans.

Qu Ran controlled his mood and said nervously: "This junior was ordered by the master to go down the mountain to practice, and came here to rescue the young master of the Duan family. Is the real person here for this too?"

Master Qingyue nodded slightly, his voice was as cold as his temperament, but he was unexpectedly scratching his ears, "No need to be polite, I passed by here and noticed the evil aura, so I came to take a look."

The idol talked to them!

I must be dreaming today.

Several people were so excited that they almost forgot the purpose of their trip.

Rong Mo had already slept, and the breeze blew the green hair hanging beside his ears. The cold made him shiver. He opened his eyes in a daze and murmured: "Are they not here yet?"

If the fate of the son of luck does not come back, he will die of hunger.

Bai Tuanzi poked his head out from Rong Mo's lapel, "Here we are, let's talk in the front yard."

"Speak? There is no one alive, what can I say?" Rong Mo rubbed his bleary eyes, his stomach growling in protest.

Bai Tuanzi clicked on the virtual interface and saw the scene of several people greeting each other. His expression changed and he said, "My dear, Master Qingyue is here."

"???"

Rong Mo was stunned and no longer sleepy, "Did he appear here in the world line?"

It seems not?And isn’t it said that Zhenren Qingyue rarely enters the world?

Could it be that he happened to be free today?

Bai Tuanzi grabbed the hem of Rong Mo's clothes and shouted, "Now is not the time to dwell on this! You will definitely be discovered when he comes!"

When the original owner was in his heyday, he could only be beaten in front of Master Qingyue, not to mention that Rong Mo is now a baby that ordinary people can kick.

How to do?How to do!

Bai Tuanzi was so anxious that he was spinning around, "I just told you to run away quickly and hit the gun, right?"

Compared with it, Rong Mo was much calmer and changed his posture leisurely.

The little bastard's random thoughts in his ears gave him a headache. Rong Mo frowned slightly and clicked his tongue impatiently, "Why are you so excited? You may not be able to tell that I am a demon."

Is he really just like ordinary people and not pretending? What is he afraid of?

However, if it attracts the attention of Master Qingyue, it will be troublesome to enter the sect.

That's it, the matter has come to this, it's too late to run away, he will gamble again!

At worst, I'll find an opportunity to kill people later.

Rong Mo heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and several figures appeared at the door of the backyard.

Qing Mimi opened her eyes a little and saw a tall figure in the crowd.

My heartbeat was beating like clockwork.

Rong Mo secretly pinched his thigh to control himself from revealing his true colors.

His deep and stern facial features and cold temperament, his husband!

He had seen Xiu Jin wearing a divine robe before, and it was blasphemous to look at it.

Although Xiu Jin's current attire is not that exaggerated, it is still a style that can only be viewed from a distance but not played with.

Seeing the man's indifferent, distant, elegant and refined look, Rong Mo made pink bubbles pop up crazily.

Screaming inside.

If this is tainted with lust, I don't know how wonderful it would be to be in love with him.

I want to scratch it, touch it, and lick it!

Bai Tuanzi: "Σ(°△°|||)︴Hey??? Calm down!"

In just a few seconds, you are really talented when you think about going to bed.

The leading monk took the lead and said to the man beside him, "Second Junior Brother, see if there are any living people in the courtyard."

The monk who was called the second junior brother led a few disciples to search the backyard.

When he saw Rong Mo, his pupils suddenly shrank and he hurried over, "There is a child here!"

The little baby was about six or seven years old. It was not as long as the sword in its arms. Its beautiful little face was stained with blood and its clothes were dirty. It looked like an abandoned cub, which was heartbreaking.

He couldn't help feeling a little pity, and hurriedly knelt down and took a breath.

Feeling the warm breathing, he breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm not dead."

Rong Mo cooperated very well. His long eyelashes trembled twice, and he slowly opened his eyes. His vision gradually became clearer, and he met a pair of worried eyes.

His face turned pale, and he subconsciously hugged the sword in his arms and struggled back, "Don't, don't kill me..."

Seeing the child open his eyes, several people's hearts turned to water. When they heard the subtle murmur, their smiles paused slightly.

One of them quickly explained: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my brother is not a bad person."

There was fear in the doll's eyes, and his body was shaking slightly, like a frightened little rabbit, obviously he didn't believe what they said.

Tears fell one by one, leaving streaks of water on the boy's dusty little face.

"Look at the jade pendant on my brother's clothes"

The monk squatting in front of Rong Mo picked up a jade pendant engraved with the character "Xuan" and saw the little doll blinking and staring at it.

He used the tone of coaxing a child, "My brother is a monk of Tianxuan Sect, and he came to Duan Mansion to fight bad guys."

elder brother?

The corner of Rong Mo's mouth twitched imperceptibly, "I can't think of you as an ancestor too much."

Tears fell again as he lowered his eyes, different from the tears of fear just now.

This time the boy seemed to be unable to suppress it and sobbed softly. Every time his long eyelashes fluttered, tears fell on his clothes, creating a small pool of dark color.

"Oh oh oh, the bad guy killed my father and mother"

The sad sobs, combined with the devastation on the ground, seemed like someone was silently weeping with the boy. It was heard that several people's hearts were bleeding, and they were scurrying around Rong Mo, not knowing what to do.

Bai Tuanzi watched quietly from the side, with helplessness written on his face.

Just pretend, who can pretend better than you?

Xiu Jin, who was far away at the door, also heard the cry, and her heart, which had always been calm and undisturbed by worldly things, began to stir, and it got out of hand.

Doubt flashed in his cold eyes.

Why did he want to push aside the crowd and pick up the child?

Rong Mo’s eyes were full of tears, so he stopped when he saw good things. Crying for a long time would be counterproductive.

He sniffed, looked at the monk in front of him, pointed his finger at the location of Duan Nanshi, and said the complete words intermittently, "Dad...Aniang protected the young master over there."

After saying that, he bit his lip tightly, tears welling up in his eyes but not falling.

"Dad, how can you fabricate a father and mother? If Duan Nanshi says that he doesn't know you, then his secret will be revealed!"

Just stay away from the protagonist if you are pretending to be fake. Do you have any self-awareness? You are a fake!

"Shut up, you're so noisy!"

In order to save his ears, Rong Mo said in the sea of ​​consciousness: "The young master of the Duan family has so many people protecting him, how does he know which one I am talking about?"

"What if Duan Nanshi remembers the names of people around him?"

"I'm just a kid, does he need to be serious with me?"

It's not like you have to argue and come up with a reason. If you pursue him, it will appear that Duan Nanzhi is too fussy.

Besides, when he has nothing to do, why would he waste so many tears while watching a show for others?

These people all know that his parents were killed by the demons to save Duan Nanshi, and they are in the stage of feeling sorry for him.

Even if Duan Nanshi was seeking a good reputation in a strange place, he couldn't do anything to the son of his benefactor.

It doesn't matter what the son of destiny thinks. Until he becomes stronger, he will be dependent on others and will not live a comfortable life.

Look at how good he was at getting women to care about him in his original world.

He must have a high emotional intelligence. Since he is so good at being a good person, why don't you give him a chance to express his personality charm?

If a mute eats Coptis chinensis, he has to hold back the pain.

"...", look at your treacherous face, the corners of Bai Tuanzi's mouth are twitching crazily.

Rong Mo guessed that the little bastard was scolding him here, and snorted softly.

He is not a good person to begin with, and his identity is a demon. What is this called?

The icing on the cake.

"It's because the wheels of the cart don't turn that you're in trouble!"

"roll"

Bai Tuanzi rolled his eyes and quietly lay on Rong Mo's shoulder to watch the show.

The honest-looking monk opposite was completely deceived by Rong Mo and said, "You go find Young Master Duan. I will take this child to my senior brother to see if he is injured."

After the people around him dispersed, he gently touched Rong Mo's head and coaxed: "Brother, can I take you there?"

Rong Mo had long noticed Xiu Jin's glances from time to time, and going there was just what he wanted, so he stretched out his arms to the person without resisting.

Wu Xu easily picked up the child. The little baby weighed almost nothing and nestled naturally in his arms. It seemed that he was often held like this by his parents.