Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

What worries could Mo Huaizun, a god who came to save the world, have?

Most of the problems in this world can be solved with strength. If there are any that slip through the net, it must be because your strength is not strong enough.

The one that can turn into a nightmare is the one that slips through the net among the fish that slip through the net.

Mo Huaizun fell into the illusion the least number of times except for Chu Yi, because his soul strength is very high.

Why is it so high?

whee.

The mirror bird in the jungle stared at Mo Huaizun, its eyes rolling, waiting for the moment when Mo Huaizun's mind was relaxed to launch a sneak attack.

The opportunity soon came. Mo Huaizun, who had never stopped, suddenly stopped halfway up the mountain, as if to relax his tense nerves and take a short rest.

He turned around and looked up at the clear blue sky, and his sore eyes gradually relaxed.

This is the only perspective where you cannot see the mirror or yourself.

Mo Huaizun let out a breath of relief imperceptibly, his expression relaxing a little.

Mirror Bird seized the opportunity and called its hiding friends to pounce on Mo Huaizun.

Then, mirror birds appeared in the blue sky, their eyes, fine feathers and claws all reflected Mo Huaizun's deep and handsome features.

Mo Huaizun was distracted, he saw countless versions of himself.

Mo Huaizun in the mirror was lying flat in the dark space with his eyes closed, his breathing disordered and burning, his limbs rubbing unbearably, the veins on the back of his hands were exposed, his finger bones were bulging under the skin, and his fingers were deeply embedded in the ground.

His clothes were neatly dressed, with the collar neatly folded, revealing his usual abstinence and calm self-control.

But the thin layer of sweat on the neck gradually wet the black collar, tearing apart all the silence.

The Adam's apple rolled and a low, sexy moan escaped.

His eyelashes trembled uneasily, but he restrained himself instinctively, so his voice was half suppressed by swallowing, becoming broken and short, like desire, comfort, or unbearable sobs.

The calmness and composure on that face disappeared, replaced by a flush of lust.

This was the twelfth time that Mo Huaizun saw himself in the dungeon along the way. It was as if he and the mirror were in sync. That crazy desire instantly swept through his body and soul.

At this moment he had the same feeling as he had in the mirror.

A certain kind of pleasure is rising rapidly, and before the critical point is reached, no one in the world will interrupt this process.

Mo Huaizun watched motionlessly, as if he was looking at an unrelated stranger. His expression was calm and he drew his knife as usual.

The self in the mirror suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and he stared straight at himself outside the mirror. The scarlet desire in his eyes was as deep as a dark whirlpool, and the longing and madness were clearly visible.

He raised the corners of his lips, his voice hoarse and slightly breathless.

"You drew your sword a breath later than last time. Why did you hesitate?"

Mo Huaizun pursed his lips, lowered his eyelashes, and raised the jet-black knife.

His voice in the mirror became bewitching: "Don't you want to get that happiness? Don't you want... her?"

Mo Huaizun's knife suddenly stopped.

His voice in the mirror was interrupted by his rapid breathing.

He was begging, "...it will be fine soon, you will...be very happy, just release..."

Before he could finish his words, Mo Huaizun chopped his ugly self into pieces.

Just before arriving.

The abnormality is like the receding tide, retreating from the rapids.

Mo Huaizun's body temperature and clamor died down, returning to the calmness and coldness that he could control with ease.

A faint feeling of emptiness and loneliness passed through my heart, like a feather brushing against silent pond water.

That's it.

Mo Huaizun was as calm as drinking a cup of tea. He looked deeply into the sky, retracted his gaze, turned around and continued to look up. His back was like a lone pine covered with snow, calm and composed.

A slight time deviation is not important, the knife being stopped is not important, and the brief pause is not important.

After all, he is still the Mo Huaizun who is like a stabilizing force in everyone's impression.

Mo Huaizun's fans exclaimed and boasted about his yet another success, his sect master looked pleased and kind, while the others were used to it but were wary and envious.

Why does Jueya always have such a good life? Geniuses emerge from generation to generation, and flowers bloom from time to time.

There is no doubt that with him in place to eliminate the Demon Abyss, Jueya will be prosperous for the next thousand years.

When Jueya is at its peak, Jiuyou is peaceful and stable, and there will be no chaos.

"Lou Yeyu" smiled meaningfully and turned to ask Wen Chaoxi, "What will happen if a feather falls into the water?"

Wen Chaoxi was slightly startled by this strange question. He simulated the scene, thought about it, and answered: "It will get wet."

Some Minions who pricked up their ears to eavesdrop: "..."

That shouldn't be what I meant...

Wen Chaoxi didn't feel anything was wrong, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Lou Yeyu"'s slender body trembled with laughter, and her eyes swept over Wen Chaoxi's face, "No, it will cause ripples."

Wen Zhaoxi: “This is not contradictory.”

Seeing her serious look, Lou Yeyu bit her inner lip with his teeth, leaving a white mark. He said in a hoarse voice, "Then you get wet, and I'll create ripples."

Wen Chaoxi always felt that something was wrong. She looked at "Lou Yeyu" twice and found that this man's eyes were like water and there was cunning in his eyes.

"..." Wen Chaoxi thought of this man's bad habit of teasing her since they met, and she understood immediately.

She rolled her eyes speechlessly and said unhappily, "You're useless if you get wet."

After saying this, she discovered that "Lou Yeyu" did not continue teasing her as before. Instead, he picked up the tea and took a few sips, as if he was very thirsty.

The lines of her profile are soft and graceful.

Wen Chaoxi's gaze somehow slid to her slender neck. When she drank water, her small Adam's apple rose and fell.

The swallowing sound suddenly became obvious.

The sound of swallowing suddenly overlapped with that absurd dream twenty years ago...

At that time, Wen Chaoxi could not see her Adam's apple, but he clearly remembered the dizzying circles of curling grass patterns and mandarin ducks playing in the water on the roof.

There was a sudden rise in discussion behind him, and Wen Chaoxi was suddenly awakened from his memories and looked away in a hurry.

A thin layer of sweat stuck to her back, her blood was boiling, and her throat was dry.

Wen Chaoxi picked up the warm water at hand and drank half a cup.

The two of them kept drinking water, causing several major forces nearby to involuntarily follow suit and drink a few sips.

……

At that time, Zhu Jiu didn't know that he would become the dream of 900 million young people.

She had just reached the second level and was looking at each other in confusion with Mo Rangchen.

Mo Rangchen: Oh.

Sometimes it feels helpless to live alone.

Although Mo Rangchenren looks a little ugly and has a vulgar temperament, he actually has a grateful heart.

I knelt in the ancestral hall at home all night last night and couldn't get up.

The first kneel is for the ancestors' protection, so that he can win at the starting line; the second kneel is for the abundant incense, so that he can be rescued from the union; the third kneel is for the heaven and the earth, praying that his camp will have smooth sailing in the battle and get what he wants.

In order to worship effectively, he cut a small image of himself and burned it to prevent people from forgetting who he was.

As for who will bless him, who knows?

Facts have proved that the benefits of doing so are obvious. For example, he encountered the evil cultivator Zhu Jiu Weimei in two consecutive levels, especially in the second level, where they were alone together.

When he saw Zhu Jiu's face again, Mo Rangchen smiled smugly in his heart.

Fortunately, the people I was kneeling to were not my mother, father, or the Demon Sect Leader, otherwise I would have been scolded.

Hate abstract people, not specific people, otherwise your life will be too tiring.

Except Bu Jinglian.

"You seem not to want to see me." Zhu Jiu said with interest, holding the fluorescent stick in his right hand and tapping the palm of his left hand.

Xingjun took a moment to look at you while doing his homework and said, "You look like a gangster who robs elementary school students for their spicy snacks in the alley."

After saying that, my butt felt a little painful because Zhu Jiu hit it.

Xingjun remained silent.

Mo Rangchen seemed a little reserved, but he didn't want people outside to see his nervousness and Yi Diudiu's fear, so he pretended to be busy lifting the side bangs of his wet hair that he had specially done this morning.

"No, it's just that the reflection from the mirror is too dazzling."

"Oh." Zhu Jiu glanced at his greasy side bangs that seemed to have not been washed for ten days, "Then what are you doing with the black banner? Are you going to fight with me?"

She tapped the light stick again.

The bitterness in Mo Rangchen's heart was like the surging sea. If it were normal, he would have known that he was a hero who knew the times. After all, he was very self-aware. First of all, he believed that he could not beat Ling Yuanhan, but Ling Yuanhan lost to Zhu Jiu who was in the Jindan stage.

Therefore, he would definitely not be able to defeat Zhu Jiu, who suddenly reached the Spiritual Transformation stage as if he had eaten chemical fertilizers.

But as a well-known person, he was too cowardly in the face of evil cultivators. When he becomes the second district chief in the future, will his dark history be exposed like Jian Er's?

Those sinister villains who want to bring him down will certainly say that he is servile and subservient to the evil cultivators and that his political stance is questionable.

Oh my god, this is horrible.

But in fact, given the opponent's cruelty, the issue he should consider most seems to be life and death.

Mo Rangchen's mind turned as quickly as a washing machine, and his hand under his sleeve had already quietly touched the points bracelet, ready to eliminate himself and run away at any time.

He nervously lifted his bangs again and said, "You and I are in different red and blue camps, so I naturally have to be wary of you trying to harm me."

In order not to offend the other party, he even avoided calling them good or evil.