The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

"Master!" A roar came from the door: "Danger, leave quickly."

The wooden door was pushed open, and another Mo Luofan appeared at the door. He rushed in hastily, and Qing Jing and Ming Beilin, who were sleeping in the next room, were woken up and walked over rubbing their eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you yelling so late at night?"

The two of them came over and took a look, and were stunned for a moment.

"How can there be two Demon Lords!" Ming Beilin questioned first.

"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be me?" Mo Luofan in the room took control of the initiative: "Master, this person is here with bad intentions, do you need me to deal with him?"

"I'm not going to take off your head, you fake one." Mo Luofan, who was standing at the door, was so angry that he blew his nose and glared: "Master, I don't know what's going on, but you have to believe me, I'm real and he's fake."

"Master and I have been together these days. We eat together and sleep together. Where did you come from, you fake?" The other Mo Luofan crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at him.

The two argued endlessly and took out their Tianyuan Zhuhun swords.

Qing Jing and Ming Beilin on the side were so shocked that their jaws dropped.

Two Demon Lords would be fine, but there are actually two Tianyuan Zhuhun Swords. You have to know that this weapon was made by Mo Luofan with great effort, and there is only one in the world. It is impossible to make a fake.

As they talked, the two men started fighting. The Mo Luofan in the room was only wearing a dark blue cloth because he came to Qingyuan Gate to celebrate his birthday, while the Mo Luofan who came later was still wearing gorgeous clothes.

The two fought evenly. If Mo Xiaolan hadn't immediately opened a barrier to isolate the Qingling Water Pavilion, the whole Qingyuan Sect would have been alarmed by this situation.

"Oh my god, am I still asleep?" Qing Jing rubbed his eyes: "Master, what is going on? Which one is the real Demon Lord? Which one is the fake? Is there anyone who can tell me what happened?"

"Of course." Ming Beilin jumped down from his shoulder and changed back to human form: "The Demon Lord in the gorgeous clothes must be the real one. The Demon Lord is so majestic and handsome, and only that kind of noble and gorgeous clothes can match him, so the one wearing gorgeous clothes must be the real one."

"That's not necessarily true." Qing Jing retorted, "The demon king in cloth clothes came with us all the way here. Besides, every time the demon king came here, he would change into cloth clothes and take off his fancy clothes, so the one in cloth clothes is the real one."

"You two stop arguing. I know who is real." Mo Xiaolan took a step forward, and a pair of ice-blue phoenix wings immediately grew behind her, and she flew towards the two people in the air.

"Master!" Bu Yi Mo Luo Fan said, "This man's power is really strong. It seems that we, the master and the disciple, must work together to subdue him."

"Are you sick in the head? Master can't bear to hit me." Huayi Mo Luofan retorted.

"You fake, you said such disgusting things. How could Master be fooled by your sweet words..." Before he finished speaking, the purple-blue Xuantian Liuguang Sword pointed in front of him. Commoner Mo Luofan looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, with eyes like a pitiful little animal: "Master, why? I am Luofan."

"Why do you say that? Fake! I will never mistake my Luo Fan." Mo Xiaolan's eyes turned cold, no longer showing the warmth she had during the day.

No wonder he always felt that the person in front of him was a little different, but because of the spiritual power and physique that are unique to each person, he suppressed his doubts. It was not until the appearance of Huayi Mo Luofan that he truly confirmed his guess. The Mo Luofan who was by his side these days was a fake. Although no one knew who this person was, since he could pretend to be so similar, he could not pretend the subtle tacit understanding between two people who are in love with each other.

Bu Yi Mo Luo Fan's mouth curled up into a smile, his whole face was smiling a kind of sick smile, abnormally terrifying, he took a long breath, and said in a tone that seemed aggrieved: "I thought it would bring me some unexpected surprises, it's really boring that it ended so quickly."

"Who are you?" Mo Xiaolan asked.

"Me?" Flames appeared on the body of the commoner Mo Luofan. The flames burned his blue clothes and turned them into red and black gorgeous robes. "I am also Mo Luofan, Master, but more people call me Mo Chu."

At this moment, many thoughts popped up in Mo Xiaolan's mind, but all these thoughts were pointing to the final answer. The person in front of her was none other than the Demon Lord Mo Chu in the original novel. Since she could go to another world through the mirror connecting the two worlds on the sea, then Mo Chu from that world could also come to this world through the sea, right?

"Sure enough, that messed up world is your masterpiece?" Mo Luofan was a little angry and clenched his fists.

"That world?" Mo Xiaolan looked back at him curiously: "Have you been there?"

"Yeah." Mo Luofan nodded. That night, he went to another world inexplicably. He was dizzy at the time. After he woke up, he lay directly on the beach. There was no trace of Mo Xiaolan around. He searched the entire place but couldn't see her until he met Hua Ruoruo who came to this area to collect spiritual herbs. Returning to the Nange Palace in that world, everything was a little different, so he came to Qingyuan Gate. Sure enough, this was another world. There was not a single Qingyuan disciple in Qingyuan Gate, only magic soldiers. The Qingyuan Gate, which was like a home, was actually just a palace for the Demon Lord to rest.

Especially when he knew that in this world, Ming Beilin, Qing Jing, Ruo Xiangsi and Ming Fan were all dead, especially Mo Xiaolan, who was forced to death by "him" himself.

All of this is just like the hellish illusion I saw many years ago. There is no warmth in this world, only indifference and loneliness.

He finally escaped and came to this world. After returning to the Imperial Palace, Hua Ruoruo asked him in shock why he came back alone. That was when he panicked. The person who stayed with his master now was not the real him, but the monarch who created such a cold, lonely and cruel world.

"Hahaha." Mo Chu shook his head helplessly: "Mo Luofan, you are such a coward. We are the same person and have the same world. Look at yourself, what have you made of your world? I am the only ruler of my world, and everyone must submit to me. In your world, you actually have to kowtow and please others. It's really embarrassing."

"Although I am not the master of this world, I have everything." Mo Luofan protected Mo Xiaolan behind him: "I am not like you. I am a king who has everything, and you are a lonely king."

"Lonely?" Mo Chu seemed to have heard some incredible words: "Have you been in this smoky world for too long that your brain is not working well? I have everything I want, whether it is money, beauty, or talents, I have them all. In the four realms, demons, humans, ghosts, and monsters, which one does not obey my orders? You say I am lonely and that I have nothing. Isn't this ridiculous?"

"You said that we are the same people and share the same world, so what about your master?" Mo Luofan asked.