The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

"Master, do you love me?"

It's the same problem as always.

Mo Xiaolan used up the last bit of her strength and slowly uttered these words: "No, I will never fall in love with you."

"what!!!!"

The heart-wrenching pain almost made the other Mo Xiaolan unable to stand. She had never seen such a cruel scene. In her memory, that handsome face was always smiling and calling "Master, Master". But now she was filled with such fear. She had only seen the description of Mo Luofan's cruelty in the original book, but she didn't expect him to be even more cruel than the description.

After crushing the thing in his hand, Mo Luofan pinched her chin again: "This tongue doesn't say what I want to hear, so I don't want it!"

"I hope that the next new tongue will be able to say what I want to hear."

After torturing Mo Xiaolan, he was in a very good mood. He turned around and pushed the door to leave the room. He said to the maid outside the door: "Her injuries don't need any medicine. They will heal automatically in six hours. When she is completely healed, tell me immediately. I want to continue playing games with her."

The illusion disappeared as Mo Luofan's back disappeared, and the red and blue lotus returned to her body.

After returning, Mo Xiaolan was so frightened that she had lost her soul. The scene of scraping flesh and gouging eyes was still in her mind, and the smell of blood seemed to still linger around her nose.

"How scary." She hugged her head and squatted down.

"Hey, what did you see?" Little Gourd stretched out his hand, but before he could touch her, he was blown away.

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Mo Luofan, who was still in a sweet fantasy, suddenly stopped moving. His pupils turned back to dark black. The person under him hugged his neck and asked, "Luofan, what's wrong? Why don't you continue?"

"I'm sorry." Mo Luofan pulled down the arms around his neck, got out of bed, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on.

"I still can't treat the illusion as my real master."

"If you want me to be, I am."

"No, you are not. Although this illusion is very powerful, my master is not in my eyes, nor can I feel her with my senses. She is here." He pointed to his heart: "She has always been here with me."

Mo Xiaolan in the illusion smiled, turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared. The surrounding scene also changed completely, and it turned back into the belly of the ruthless Thousand Gourd Monster. It opened the door of its belly, released the two people, jumped into the sky, and disappeared.

"Master!" Mo Luofan happily hugged the immortal. As soon as his hand touched her shoulder, Mo Xiaolan acted as if she had touched something terrifying. She quickly shook his hand away, her legs went weak, and she leaned against the tree behind her, squatting down with her head in her arms.

"Master? What's wrong with you?" Mo Luofan followed her and held her face in his hands: "Master, I am Luofan."

Mo Xiaolan was already somewhat unconscious now. She mistook the eighteen-year-old boy in front of her, who was wearing a blue and white disciple uniform, for Mo Chu Mo Luofan, who must be around twenty-five. The word "master" she mentioned became terrifying, like a series of scary nursery rhymes.

"Don't come over here, don't come over here!" Mo Xiaolan tried to shake off the person in front of her like crazy: "Go away, go away, don't come over here, stay away from me."

"Master..." Mo Luofan's hand stopped in mid-air, not daring to put it down or move forward.

Everyone says that Mo Luofan hates Mo Xiaolan so much because of Ruo Xiangsi's death, but everything just now shows that he has become mentally abnormal because he cannot get the love he wants. He loves Mo Xiaolan as much as he hates her. Every time Mo Xiaolan says "I don't love you" is like scraping his heart with a knife, so he wants Mo Xiaolan to feel this pain too. Mo Luofan who cannot get the love he wants is the most terrifying. His love is a murder weapon. If, if the current Mo Luofan also falls in love with me, then my fate will be exactly the same as hers. I thought, the worst that could happen is death, but the facts tell me that I can't even die, and can only be tortured endlessly. When the bones and flesh grow back, they will continue to cut. When the eyes and tongue grow out, they will continue to dig. It will be an infinite cycle, endless.

"Me Luofan, you are really terrifying."

"Master. What's wrong with you?" Mo Luofan didn't dare to touch her, and didn't know what to do to her.

"Mo Chu, Mo Luofan." She called softly, not as crazy as before.

"Master, disciple is here." Mo Luofan forced a smile on his face.

"You're so disgusting."

……

The hands that were raised in the air finally fell down, and the tears hanging in the eyes finally fell down.

Master saw the scene in the illusion, so she thinks I am disgusting. Yes, I am disgusting. My heart is full of obscene and blasphemous thoughts towards Master. It is right for Master to think I am disgusting.

He slowly took a few steps back.

In the end, I still made my master dislike me.

As he retreated, he did not notice that there was a river behind him. When he took the last step back, his foot was not stable and he slipped. In desperation, he shouted "Master."

Then he regretted it. Master already knew my feelings. She thought I was disgusting. How could she come to save me? It would be good if I died like this. At least I wouldn't offend Master...

"Luo Fan!"

A figure jumped into the river with him.

When Mo Luofan fell, Mo Xiaolan didn't think of Mo Luofan or Mo Chu who gouged out his eyes and cut his flesh, but her little disciple Mo Luofan who was like a little sunshine around her all day long and made her happy. This stupid little disciple couldn't swim.

The water flooded his nasal cavity and mouth. No matter how he struggled, it was useless. Suddenly, a light blue figure swam towards him, grabbed his arm, felt a warmth on his lips, and then took him ashore.

"Luo Fan, Luo Fan, how are you?" Mo Xiaolan patted his face, but he didn't respond. She then continued to give him mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration.

"Luo Fan."

"Luo Fan."

"Luo Fan."

Mo Luofan spat out the water he had choked on and slowly woke up. The first thing he did after waking up was to hug the person in front of him tightly.

"Master, Master, please don't hate me, okay? Please don't drive me away. I have nothing but you."

This boy has not cried since he entered Shangqingyuan Gate. Today, when he turned 18, he started crying again because he was afraid that his master would drive him away.

"I'm sorry, Luo Fan, it's not your fault, I'm sorry." Mo Xiaolan was really upset with herself. How could she treat the insidious and cruel Mo Chu as her current lovable little disciple? Even if Mo Luofan would become like Mo Chu in the future, he was at least still Mo Luofan now, her, Mo Xiaolan's favorite disciple, and the little sun loved by the entire Qingling Peak.

"Master, please don't chase me away. Please don't chase me away. I will correct whatever I did wrong. I will correct it."

"No, I won't drive you away. I will never drive you away."

The master and the disciple hugged each other and cried. All that could be heard was the sound of their crying. Suddenly, Mo Xiaolan began to feel her breathing quicken, as if something had blocked her airway. Her body began to lack oxygen, and it felt like millions of ants were crawling in her internal organs, making her feel itchy and painful. To relieve the itchy and painful feeling, she had no choice but to lie on the ground and pound her chest hard with her fists, trying to beat away the feeling. At the same time, her breathing became increasingly difficult, and gasping for air did not help.

"Master!" Mo Luofan held her close in his arms. A breath wafted out from his body, temporarily relieving the pain and itchiness in his internal organs, but his breathing was still rapid, without any relief.

"Luo Fan, Luo Fan!" Mo Xiaolan used all her remaining strength to grab his collar.

"Master, I'm here." The hand that was holding her tightened a little.

"Please…"

"No, become bad..."

That kind of Mo Luofan was really terrifying. That was not her Mo Luofan, definitely not.

Mo Xiaolan fell into a coma. Her breathing was not as rapid, but her face gradually turned pale.

“Master! Master!” The person in his arms was silent. Mo Luofan immediately took out the ring sealed in the Demon Suppression Pavilion from his sleeve and shouted, “Yan, Yan, come out quickly.”

A cloud of black smoke floated out of the ring, circling around him for a few times before retracting its long tail: "Young Master, what do you want?"

"Help me see what happened to Master."

After circling Mo Xiaolan's body for several times, the nightmare circled around in this closed hole, and finally stopped on that small piece of gorgeous red flower.

"This cave is sealed, how can flowers grow there?" asked Mo Luofan.

"Young Master, this is the long thorn flower, which grows exclusively in closed and humid places. The stronger the demonic energy, the more enchanting the red color will be." Yan explained, "Young Master's master must have fainted because of the fragrance of the flowers here. The long thorn flower is a kind of food in the demon world, but it is a deadly thing in the human world, especially the higher the cultivation level, the higher the chance of death."

"Then what can we do to save Master?"

"Get out from here, but from what I can see, this place is airtight. The only exit is this pool of water, but it is complicated and there may not be a way out, so we have to blow up the mountain."

"Blow up the mountain?" Mo Luofan was shocked. The rocks on Qingyao Mountain were not ordinary rocks. They were rocks that had withstood hundreds of years of lightning and thunder without moving. It was far from enough to blow up the mountain with his current ability. The Nightmare seemed to see what he was thinking and floated over with a long tail: "I have a way."

"any solution?"

"Young Master has now practiced the Eight Directions Mysterious Demon Dao to the fourth level. As long as you break through the seventh level, your Mysterious Demon Dao will have a leap forward. By then, the Mysterious Seal will appear, and even Shang Jun will not be your opponent. What's the big deal about blowing up a small mountain?"

"But I have only cultivated to the fourth level now. By the time I reach the seventh level, I am afraid that Master's body will have decayed."

"Young Master, don't be impatient. I haven't finished yet. You can concentrate all your cultivation and break through the seventh level in an instant. However, everything in the world has a price. If you do this, you can't practice for the next eighty-one days. If you practice, you will die suddenly.

"It's just that I can't practice for 81 days. It's no big deal. Teach me how to do it."