The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

A barrier rose up around Jun Guhong, not allowing anyone to come in.

"Is this what you want?" Mo Luofan looked at Mo Xiaolan coldly: "If Beilin gets into trouble, I will let the entire ghost world be buried with him."

"Don't get excited." Ming Fan immediately stopped him with one hand: "Jun Guhong has just recovered and doesn't have much spiritual power. When his spiritual power is exhausted, we will break through in one fell swoop."

"Do you think I will still believe you?" Mo Luofan pushed his hand away and prepared to move forward. Mingfan took out the Qingfeng Water God Fan, entangled him, and the two fought out.

"Brother!" Ming Yao went out despite his injuries, shaking the ghost bell in his hand. Waves of spiritual power flew towards Mo Luofan. He chopped down with a sword, cutting off the spiritual power and injuring Ming Yao at the same time.

Ming Fan was typically no match for Mo Luofan. Mo Luofan now seemed to be blood-thirsty, and every move he made was intended to kill him.

Suddenly, a purple-blue light emanated from Mo Xiaolan's body. For the first time, without Mo Xiaolan's summons, Xuantian Liuguang appeared on his own and flew into the air.

With the blessing of Xuantian Liuguang, Mingfan was now on par with Mo Luofan. Mo Luofan turned to look at the person not far ahead, his eyes filled with even more anger. She was actually helping outsiders to deal with herself.

How come the Xuantian Liuguang Sword suddenly appeared?

Mo Xiaolan tried hard to control the flying light in the air, wondering in her heart, was it because Mo Luofan had just hurt her that Xuantian Liuguang identified him as an enemy, or was it because the Qingfeng Water God Fan was summoning it.

As the two artifacts merged together at the same time, a strange memory popped up in her mind.

There were two figures, one blue and one white. The blue figure was a woman, and the white figure was a man, but their faces could not be seen clearly.

The Xuantian Liuguang Sword became more and more out of control. With a flash of sword light, it flew straight towards Mo Luofan's chest. Mo Luofan also controlled the Tianyuan Zhuhun Sword to fight with it, but the two swords just passed by each other.

"No!" It was so fast that she couldn't control it.

At that moment, Merofan seemed to stop moving, pearls of all sizes scattered on the ground, his hair crown fell to the ground, and five purple fox tails floated in the air.

My body came over uncontrollably? Zi Meier kept asking herself, how could this happen? If I die, what will happen to the Purple Fox Clan?

Mo Luofan caught her body. Zi Meir coughed twice, spitting out a large pool of blood. She grabbed his sleeve: "Your Majesty, I don't want to die. Save me, save me...save...me..."

"No! Jun Guhong!"

In the room, Xiaobai's roar was deafening.

Just now, when Tianyuan Zhuhun flew in, he was facing Xiaobai in the beast body. His soul had not completely returned to his body, and most of it was still in the beast body. But he had no strength to dodge the attack. At the critical moment, Jun Guhong, who was holding the prosthesis, suddenly rushed over, hugged it with his body, and blocked him.

"Jun Guhong, Jun Guhong." Xiaobai broke free from his arms, and used all his strength to press the fatal wound with his small claws. The bright red blood dyed half of his claws red.

Jun Guhong had a smile on his face, and with his last breath he said to him, "I've always said that I want to die with you, but how can I bear to see you die, Beilin, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, and..."

He wrote three words on Xiaobai's back with trembling hands, then closed his eyes and said, "Beilin's body is warm, not cold."

The moment he closed his eyes, many emotions surged in Xiaobai's heart, filling his empty heart in an instant.

"Jun Guhong, Jun Guhong. Jun Guhong!" Xiaobai nudged his chin with his head and cried, "Wake up, wake up, go on holding your dummy, what are you doing here, Jun Guhong, wake up, I forgive you, really, really forgive you, I will forgive you if you wake up, okay?"

"Wake up!" With Xiaobai's loud roar, the souls in the animal and human bodies flew out and refused to return to the body.

Mo Luofan pulled out the storage bag from his waist and put Xiaobai's soul and body into it: "Yan, don't worry, I will take you to the Yan tribe, your tribesmen will definitely be able to save you."

As he said this, he picked up Zi Meir from the ground and strode out of the ghost house. Mo Xiaolan followed him, covering her wound.

"Don't follow me." Mo Luofan growled, and Mo Xiaolan was frightened and stopped where she was. Then she heard him say in a calm tone: "Xiangsi, Beilin, Guinan, they all left me. Now I have no confidants around me anymore. Are you satisfied?"

"I…I'm sorry, I…"

"No need to say sorry."

A virtual marriage certificate appeared in front of Mo Xiaolan. The three words where Mo Luofan's name should have been had disappeared, leaving only the three words "Mo Xiaolan" on it.

"The marriage certificate requires the consent of both parties to be dissolved. Now, I let you go. You can go back to Qingyuan Gate or become the Ghost King's wife. From now on, we will have no more contact."

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The scorching sun was shining outside, but it was cool inside the barrier.

Mo Xiaolan woke up outside the barrier. She had no idea how many times she had fainted from the sun. When she woke up again, her face was sunburned red.

This is the tribe of the Nightmare Clan. No one is allowed to come in without the consent of the Nightmare Clan leader or the Demon Lord. Ever since she followed Mo Luofan here, she has been locked outside the barrier, waiting for him to come out under the scorching sun.

"Your Majesty, the girl is awake." The Nightmare leader came over with the help of a cane: "This hot summer is the worst. Why not let the girl come in to escape the heat?"

"She still refuses to leave?" Mo Luofan asked.

The leader shook his head and said, "This girl is too stubborn, Your Majesty. I feel sorry for her and she is injured. Why don't you go out and talk to her?"

"How are Beilin and Guinan?" He deliberately changed the subject.

"Beilin's soul left his body because he was too angry and his soul was weak. Now that his soul has returned, he should wake up. However, Miss Guinan was injured by a divine weapon. Although the injury did not reach the deep part of her heart, it also injured her heart. I'm afraid it will be a long time before she wakes up."

"Send someone out to tell her to go to the Imperial Palace and wait. When Beilin wakes up, I will go back and talk to her." Mo Luofan smiled bitterly: "But I don't know what to talk about."

Upon hearing the news, Mo Xiaolan nodded, saluted the messenger, and turned to leave.

Just go back and wait for him.

As long as the two of them can talk it out.

She did not agree to the marriage certificate, and the two of them were not divorced. Unless Mo Luofan personally wrote a letter of divorce to divorce her, divorce was impossible.

She turned her head and looked at the stream next to her. The stream, which had originally sparkled with water, was now a little dry due to being baked by the sun. But it didn't matter. When the heavy rain came, the stream would come back to life.

The imperial palace was dead silent, and everyone looked at her with strange eyes. She thought it was just her own psychological effect, so she didn't think much about it and went to the bedroom to wait for Mo Luofan to come back. She waited for many days.

The lotus in the vase was beginning to wither.

dong dong dong-

"Miss Mo." The maid walked towards her with a smile on her face, holding a cup of tea in her hand.

"Thank you." Mo Xiaolan poured a cup of tea. Although it was hot tea, it was good enough to quench my thirst.

After drinking a cup of tea, the maid in front of him became strange and the whole world seemed to be spinning.

When she woke up again, her hands and feet were tied, and she was at the foot of a cliff where the human world and the demon world met. Dozens of people in front of her were staring at her covetously, including men, women, young and old, and everyone looked at her as if she were an enemy.

One of the children threw a half-eaten fruit at her, and the rose-red juice stained her plain clothes.

"So you are the beastly master who made the Lord neither a demon nor a ghost." The old man in the lead hit her hard with his walking stick, "You witch, I don't know what kind of magic potion you gave the Lord to make him fall in love with you and even want to marry you as his wife. Are you worthy of it?"

"Witch, go to hell!"

Everyone gathered around and hit her thin body hard with their weapons. It was unknown what these people had used to tie her up. She was unable to gather spiritual energy throughout her body, and the places where she was wounded by Mo Luofan were only simply bandaged. Now, after such a commotion, the wounds had already been torn open and were bleeding profusely.

"She relies on this face to deceive Your Majesty. I'll destroy this face." Several women came up and slashed her face several times with the daggers in their hands.

Mo Xiaolan was powerless to resist, and her throat could not make any sound. She could only hope that they would vent their anger quickly and let her go. Now that her spiritual energy could not be gathered, all her wounds could not heal on their own. Although it was not easy to die, the pain did not decrease at all.

But that was only physical pain, and he was thinking about it in his mind at this moment.

Fortunately, fortunately, it was not him who did it.

I don't know who it was, but someone pulled her fingers back hard, and the piercing pain came over her all at once.

"Since she pushed the Demon Lord down from above, why don't we let her have a taste of the same thing?" The man's suggestion was quickly adopted.

Mo Xiaolan, who was tortured by the pain and was unconscious, could only vaguely feel her body being lifted up by several people.

The demons were unable to climb up, so they had to go to one-third of the cliff and throw the people down.

pain--

it hurts-

It felt like all my internal organs were being crushed by the strong air pressure.

No one cared whether she was in pain or not. They all cheered and shouted "Do it again, do it again." The torture seemed to have become a pleasant game.

Sometimes it fell directly to the ground, sometimes it rolled down, and each time I felt that all the bones in my body were broken, but each time there was a new sound of bone cracking.

I can't remember how many times it happened, but I only know that at first I was carried up by several people, and later I was dragged up. My back and face were all bloody from the friction with the stones.

Everything in front of my eyes was blood red and I couldn't make any sound from my throat.

"You're not dead yet." The old man poked her body with his cane.

A greedy child jumped into the arms of the man next to him and asked with a smile: "Daddy, Mommy, I'm hungry, can I eat her?"

Young demon children will eat people.

But Mo Xiaolan had never expected that she would become food on the plates of several children, and she had no power to fight back, and the words she murmured in her mouth could not be uttered.

Several children rushed towards her, one pulled her hand, one pulled her feet, and one possessed her belly.

Everyone else turned around. The young demons still retained their wildness, so they ate humans and raw meat. But the adult demons had gotten rid of this wildness and would feel disgusted by watching this scene.

The child's young teeth bit off the flesh of her arms, calves, and stomach. She wanted to scream in pain, but no sound came.

Because her spiritual power was dissolved in her flesh and blood, her meat was very delicious and the children enjoyed eating it very much.

"Leave the liver to me."

"I want to eat hearts. I like to eat hearts."

When a child reached into the torn hole and was about to take out the liver, a figure ran over and pushed them away.

"Ah!" The children immediately ran into the arms of their parents.

"Master..." Xianke covered her mouth in fear. She really couldn't believe that the battered man in front of her was still the respected master of Qingling Peak?

Mo Xiaolan opened her eyes a little. The immortal guest in front of her was like a savior. She wanted to reach out her hand and ask the savior to save her, but she could not control any limbs of her body.

Xianke didn't dare to touch her because her body was covered with wounds and it hurt to touch her.

"Didn't the Immortal Master say that he would come back to Qingyuan Gate to pick me up in two days?" The Immortal Guest cried out of breath: "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have left the Immortal Master."

She wanted to comfort Xianke, but her hands couldn't move, her mouth couldn't speak, and even smiling caused piercing pain. Afterwards, she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

"She deserves it!" The woman standing nearest to the crowd, holding her child, confronted Xianke: "As long as the person behind you tells you to get out of the way, we won't pursue you for anything."

"Pursue?" The immortal wiped the tears from his face and cast a small spell, making Mo Xiaolan fall into a deep sleep. Then he slowly stood up. His originally light red eyes suddenly turned green, and the woman was so scared that she took a few steps back.

Xianke raised her hand and waved it gently. A green light swept across the people in the front row. Everyone in the front row fell to the ground. Finally, the green light turned into a fan and stopped in her hand.

"You...you..." The old man was so frightened when he saw the fan in her hand that his legs went limp: "You actually came back?"

"Quick, quick..." The people around him hurriedly took out signal pills from their sleeves and wanted to send them out.

"What do you think, will the reinforcements arrive first, or will you die first?" Xianke was not afraid of the army's attack, but was afraid that if time went on, Mo Xiaolan's injuries would become more serious, and then there would be no way to save her.

"I'll give you two choices." She waved the fan in her hand: "First, I will take this person back to the human world. After I settle her down, I will come back to apologize. At that time, the Demon Lord will decide whether she lives or dies. Second, you will die with her."

"Why should we trust you?" The old man shouted, "You traitor, you might be lying. Send a signal flare quickly. Even if I die today, I will make her suffer."

Most of the people were calm and the men hugged their wives and children tightly.

"Old Officer Xing, it seems that they are all afraid of death." Xianke smiled bitterly: "But, it makes sense. After all, I am a person who betrayed the former Demon Lord, but." She turned her head to look at Mo Xiaolan lying on the ground, her eyes a little depressed. She could not delay any longer and had to go back quickly, but these people in front of her obviously would not give way.

"If I nail the nail, you can rest assured."

The punishment nails are a weapon used by the demons to punish the heinous criminals. If the criminal dares to escape, he will suffer the pain of hundreds of nails piercing his heart.

"Okay, prove it to us." The old official took out the only nail from his crutch and threw it to her. After Xianke caught it, she swore an oath to it that after Mo Xiaolan woke up, she would come back to apologize.

The nail accepted the punishment and automatically nailed it into her collarbone. The area around her collarbone turned black in an instant.

She covered her collarbone and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Are you satisfied now?"

Everyone present fell silent, only the old official Xing spoke slowly: "The former Demon Lord regarded you as his confidant and brother, but you betrayed him without hesitation. Now you are willing to pay such a huge price for a little girl. You are really hard to understand."

"I'm sorry about what happened to the former Demon Lord, but one day, the truth will come to light." After saying that, Xianke disappeared in front of everyone with the seriously injured Mo Xiaolan.