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Meng Jiao closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her figure slowly disappearing into the air.

When he came, the system said that he was only thirteen years old now. She had wanted to take him back and pamper him before he suffered, so that she would be able to defend him even if he recovered his memory.

But now seeing how aggressive he is, I'm afraid it's too late. Also, the pure yang energy in him makes me afraid that if I'm nice to him, he will think I'm up to something.

Mo Yanchen saw Meng Jiao closing her eyes, which inevitably made him doubt his life. He didn't know where he came from or where he was going, but he knew that there was a power in his body since he was a child, and the stronger a person is, the more he wants to possess it.

She doesn't want it?

The memory of being picked up by a few skinny old men when he was begging at the age of five flashed through his mind. At first, they only dug out his blood and broke his bones, or cut off his flesh and cooked it to eat.

But no matter how they tortured him, the power in his body was not taken away at all.

After wandering around for several years, he met the Hehuan Sect two years ago. Those people did not cut his flesh or dig out his bones, and even treated him better than he could have imagined.

But how can someone who has experienced repeated losses calmly accept others' unprovoked kindness?

Sure enough, every meal they fed him was for the purpose of worshipping their leader, trying to turn him into a "naturally charming person".

He pretended to be ignorant on the surface, and later endured the nausea and found an opportunity to escape, but he fell into an endless pursuit for this.

Before I finished thinking, I smelled the familiar scent of powder again. I subconsciously looked in the direction where the person disappeared.

He had a hunch that she was still there.

Meng Jiao stood there, thinking about what to do next.

Then I watched him use that charming face to lure the people who tried to capture him close to me and then kill them.

Although she knew that this was because of his current weakness and that he was just using this method to make people underestimate his enemy, Meng Jiao still felt unhappy.

Mo Yanchen was young after all, and he didn't know that the two people he had killed before had life plates on them. As soon as they died, other fellow disciples around him received the message.

Seeing that more and more people were surrounding him, even the "goddess" on the float was approaching him. The smiles on these people's faces made him feel dirty and disgusting.

The indifferent face of the man just now flashed through his mind, and Mo Yanchen shouted towards the direction where Meng Jiao was,

"Save me, please, I'd rather give it to you."

The people who were besieging him instantly became alert, and they launched several attacks in the direction he said. Meng Jiao sneered and hid back in space. The little guy really did everything he could to try his best and even wanted to use her.

Mo Yanchen frowned, watching these people's attacks fail. Could it be that his intuition was wrong?

His expression made the others who saw the corpses of their fellow disciples think that he was deliberately teasing them, so they attacked more fiercely.

Seeing Mo Yanchen being beaten to death, DD shouted anxiously,

"Sister, if he dies, he can't come back to life~"

Leading part of the spiritual spring in the space into the original owner's jade pendant space, Meng Jiao calmly began to use magic to arrange the jade pendant space.

"Why are you in such a hurry? He's the protagonist, how can he die so easily?"

As Mengjiao said, as soon as she finished speaking, the people who attacked Mo Yanchen suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost his breath and no longer had any intention of blocking.

Seeing this, Shi Ru, the "goddess" just now and the youngest sister of Hehuan Sect, raised her hand to stop others and quickly stepped forward to check his situation.

When they found that he was completely lifeless and his body was starting to stiffen, the others were ready to retreat in disgust, but she waved her hand to signal the two people beside her to step forward.

"Take it back and leave everything to the Sect Master to handle."

Just as the two were about to touch Mo Yanchen's body, Meng Jiao lightly snapped her fingers, and a light word came out of her lips,

"seal up"

Under the hazy moonlit night sky, a chill instantly filled the air, and the world that had just been filled with the scent of fireworks suddenly became quiet.

Mo Yanchen returned to his body and looked at the people who had just surrounded him. They were now filled with fear, frozen under a thick layer of ice, with helplessness and despair in their eyes.

It seems like he was just now.

Forcing himself to raise his upper body, Mo Yanchen raised his eyes and looked at the reappearing Meng Jiao, but this time, he no longer smiled.

"Kill them, please."

Meng Jiao raised her eyelids slightly, glanced at him coldly, and looked down at him for a long time.

"Climb over here."

His tone was calm, yet it contained an innate majesty that made people unconsciously convinced.

Mixed emotions surged in his eyes. Mo Yanchen lowered his head in an attempt to hide them, and clenched his five fingers tightly under his sleeves.

Meng Jiao did not urge him, but just opened her red lips slightly and spoke briefly.

"break"

Then, one by one, the ice sculptures around Mo Yanchen began to break, without even a trace of blood.

Those people seemed to have never been to this world. After the ice shattered, only the cold moonlight shining on their bodies reminded Mo Yanchen that all this was not a dream.

In just a few feet, Mo Yanchen felt that he had used up all his strength, and humiliation spread throughout his body.

His lower jaw was lifted by a slender and cold finger, and Mo Yanchen raised his head. He could hear the sound of the remaining ice sculptures breaking into pieces.

"Feel humiliated?"

Mo Yanchen lowered her eyes, gritted her teeth to suppress the coldness in her body, and tried to force a smile, but Meng Jiao frowned and scolded her.

"Don't laugh, it's ugly and weak."

The veins on Mo Yanchen's forehead twitched, and he once again made a note of Meng Jiao in his heart, but now he had to bow his head.

"Yes, please give me some advice, fairy."

"Your pure Yang power will only cause chaos if you stay in the human world. From now on, follow me and call me Master. Are you willing?"

She pinched some magic formula and cleansed Mo Yanchen's entire body. Meng Jiao looked at the child who was just as tall as her waist, and the anger in her heart inevitably subsided a little.

Hearing this, Mo Yanchen looked up in disbelief, thinking, thinking...

Shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts in his mind, Mo Yanchen pinched his tattered clothes and answered carefully, his voice no longer sarcastically.

"Fairy, I, I don't have any spiritual roots."

Hearing this, Meng Jiao leaned over, and a beautiful face suddenly approached. Mo Yanchen was so nervous that he dared not breathe.

"Relax and let me in."

Facing such a face that was even more stunning than his own, Mo Yanchen lowered his head shyly.

I didn't hear what she said clearly. I just felt a sharp pain in my brain for a moment, and then I lost consciousness.

Catching his limp body, Meng Jiao plucked the small jade whistle from his hair and put it into her ring.

He cut his palm, used the jade pendant space that he had moved out earlier to seal a contract with him, and then threw him into the small pond.

DD spoke at the right time.

"Sister, what were you doing just now?"

Waving her hand, she cleared the broken ice from the dark alley. Meng Jiao looked at the jade token that had fallen to the ground. It had the words "He Huan Shi Ru" written on it.

She urged her spiritual power and gently pinched it. The spiritual energy inside wanted to escape, but was instantly burned by the flame she had been waiting for for a long time.

"I put the Dharma image into Mo Yanchen's sea of ​​consciousness. Maybe he can't bear it?"

The moment Meng Jiao crushed the jade token, Chu Ziyin, who was in the main hall of Hehuan Sect, kicked the man away and quickly made hand gestures.

"Ruer!"