The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

"Go in, and come out after getting drunk." Mo Daosang sat idly on the main seat in a palace second only to the main hall of the leader of the Demon Cult, drinking tea, then turned around and asked, " Elder Fang has no objection."

The elder in charge of the medicine hut smiled all over his face: "Of course I don't dare, my subordinates see that the leader is weak today, so remember to rest your mind first."

"I don't want to hear such nonsense." Mo Daosang is still very scared of the old man in the book who can make the original body go crazy every time. For the sake of his own ears, it is better to let him shut up as soon as possible.

"Master, subordinate..." Lin Wentian suddenly dragged his body and forced himself to kneel down, but this action made his face even paler.

"What dissatisfaction do you have?" Mo Daosang took a sip of the tea cup in front of him, and Lin Wentian could hear his displeasure already in his tone.

But he still insisted on saying it: "This subordinate thanked the leader for his kindness, but he was just drunk and dreaming. Could this subordinate implore the leader to allow this subordinate to change?"

Mo Daosang put the teacup back on the table, and said: "The right envoy is only worried about any accidents during the drowsiness. It's okay. Tonight, the deity will protect you. Since the deity hurt the right envoy, the deity will not let the right envoy get hurt too much." Too guilty."

Lin Wentian knew that at this point, what he said would only be annoying, so he agreed with Xie En.

"Go in by yourself, I believe the right envoy is very clear about the layout inside."

Lin Wentian was about to get up, but he was frightened into a cold sweat when he came here. The medicine house has always been a forbidden area of ​​the Demon Sect, and idlers are not allowed to peek at it.

"Go now, don't delay any longer."

Lin Wentian didn't say anything in the end, just pretended not to hear, got up and walked into the gate guarded by the guards.

The moment the door was closed, he seemed to hear Elder Fang talking to the leader about the madness of the magic kung fu, and he couldn't help but feel a little more admiration for the other elder.

He estimated that he would never have the courage to do so.

Drunk life and dream death blindly, as the name suggests, seek survival while drunk, seek death while dreaming, seek life and death while drunk dreaming.

People who take it will fall into a complete coma, and they won't feel pain when the medicine works to quickly repair the injured muscles and bones.

The only dangerous place is that there will be a period of time when you are helpless to protect yourself after falling asleep.

It's just a pity that this medicine was developed by the Devil's Cult, and it is really buried in this place without peace.

The general structure of the medicine house is actually similar to that of a pharmacy, with fewer counters for sitting in the hall and more cabinets for medicinal materials.

This taste is really not very comfortable for people who do not understand medicine.

Further in, is the place where the proprietary medicines are stored. Lin Wentian took his waist card and passed another layer of guards, and finally he could rest against the wall.

I really don't know how he insisted on coming here with such a serious injury, but he still can't die, he is not reconciled.

Lin Wentian regained his composure and looked towards the direction in his memory. There were countless names neatly lined up in front of him, all blurred at this moment, and he suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe.

The moment his eyes turned upside down, he heard the sound of heavy breathing, the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the sound of the medicine cabinet being hit.

After a short noise, everything returned to silence, and the door of the medicine house that was clearly visible in front of him was still tightly closed.

"Take it?" The tea in Mo Daosang's hand had already cooled down, but the cup of tea that he had tasted countless times did not seem to decrease much. Now that Lin Wentian finally came out, Mo Daosang was almost joyful Made a sound at the first time.

"Yes." Lin Wentian supported the door frame, bowed his head respectfully, "My subordinate thanked the leader for the reward."

"There is no need to salute." Mo Daosang interrupted Lin Wentian's bowed body, then stood up calmly on the surface, and examined Lin Wentian's paler face than before, his joy was also diluted Quite a few, sighed and said, "Follow me."

"Yes." Mo Daosang said that there was no need to salute, but Lin Wentianguang still felt a little uncomfortable with such an answer.

After the communication between Mo Daosang and Lin Wentian, he ignored Elder Fang, who was still smiling with a white beard, and walked towards the door, but he was still on guard, until finally he heard a greeting from behind to send off the leader, it was the real Panasonic. Come on.

Even if Lin Wentian didn't see it at first, he now understands: "The leader didn't do anything this time, everyone in the Demon Sect must think that the leader is kind, which is really a blessing for the Demon Sect."

Mo Daosang completely ignored the possibility that the demon sect was destroyed by his own palm just now, and he also indirectly ignored who hurt the person next to him, so he just accepted the praise generously: "This deity is not only good in size The elders have worked all their lives for the Devil's Cult."

"It's just that the sect master's benevolence this time must be based on Elder Fang's temperament. I'm afraid he will devote himself to the sect master even more in the future."

Even with Mo Daosang's concentration, he couldn't help but stop, and he quickly started walking again after realizing it.

Lin Wentian originally told himself to hold back, but the last laugh was still snatched from his lips, and then the entire lung cavity was convulsed, and he couldn't restrain himself from coughing violently.

Mo Daosang even had the illusion that he did it on purpose, but this kind of thing cannot be faked, so he had no choice but to put his angry thoughts aside first, and went to help him.

Then, as a prank, he took advantage of the situation and hugged Lin Wentian in his arms.

"Master, cough cough." Lin Wentian's face was completely flushed, and he didn't know if it was the reason of coughing or the result of being too shy.

Mo Daosang motioned him to stop talking: "I don't understand medicine, I only know that your body really needs to recuperate now, so let me follow you."

Even if Lin Wentian wanted to refuse, he was really powerless. In the end, he watched himself soaring into the air. After a few ups and downs, he was getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain. Only then did he realize that the leader was planning to take him into his bedroom.

This really made him a little unexpected.

"You Envoy definitely doesn't want others to watch. This deity's Fenghuo Hall is only a few guards. After I kill them all, You Envoy doesn't have to worry about it."

Hearing Mo Daosang's voice that he didn't care about at all, Lin Wentian felt chills all over his body again, and his cough gradually stopped: "The subordinates don't care, the leader doesn't need to be like this."

"Really?" Mo Daosang couldn't believe it. Lin Wentian is such a proud person, it's really hard to imagine that he doesn't care about this.

"In the past, this subordinate... this subordinate is used to it. This subordinate thanked the leader, but this subordinate really doesn't care."

"The deity understands." It seems that things like today happened quite often, but he couldn't find it from Mo Daosang's memory. It seems that this magic skill would cause people to lose their memory for a short time before, and he guessed it was right. .

After entering the dormitory, Mo Daosang put Lin Wentian on the side of his bed, and used his inner strength to soften a quilt and covered him with extra consideration. From Lin Wentian's frightened expression, he could see that he had done a good job. Very good, so Mo Daosang said: "Go to sleep, my deity is here tonight, enough to keep you safe."

"Yes." Lin Wentian was really exhausted, he half-closed his eyes after finishing such a word, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Feeling the steady breathing of the person in front of him, Mo Daosang slightly bent his mouth, closed the door and went to the outside room.

Xiao Yanzi saw that the host was finally free, and finally said: "Master host, may I ask a question?"

"Huh?" Mo Daosang was still in a good mood today, so he didn't make things difficult for him, and simply agreed, "You ask."

"That's right, Master Host, you just said that you were going to kill the guard by the door. Was it acting or subconsciously speaking?"

"It's just acting, Xiao Yanzi, are you really worried that I will be controlled by the magic power?"

"Yes, a little bit." Xiao Yanzi said without confidence.

"From your attitude, there are other problems with your sobriety."

"No, really, if the problem is so big, how dare I give it to you, the host."

"Really?" Mo Daosang was still a little skeptical.

"Naturally." Xiao Yanzi almost swears, but his system can only make his voice firmer.

"It's best to be like this. Otherwise, if something happens, I'm fine. I'm afraid the world will be buried with me."

Thinking of this possibility, Xiao Yanzi trembled three times, and then said as if running away: "I'll check with the team leader, don't worry."

"Hopefully the answer hasn't changed when you come back."

Xiao Yanzi felt that his system could collapse for a while.

The feeling of dyspnea became more and more intense, and a terrible sense of crisis came to my heart, even if I was tired and wanted to rest, I couldn't ignore it.

Lin Wentian finally regained consciousness from the deep sleep of greed, and entered the inner breath immediately.

But the habit he had developed over the years prevented him from acting rashly even in this situation.

He drowsily felt the cold temperature on his neck, and finally woke up completely.

Wait, this chaotic atmosphere is so familiar, it seems to be the leader?

Lin Wentian couldn't help being a little flustered, his disguise couldn't hide the internal power of Modausang at all, but Modasang's current condition is not normal, under such circumstances, he will lose his memory most of the time, he doesn't need to worry too much .

Are you pretending?Why?Yes, the leader asked him to use drunkenness to dream of death, but he didn't use it. Instead, he secretly took another holy medicine from there.

Although Elder Fang could tell at a glance, he understood his difficulties and would not expose him.

Modausang never knew that his greatest danger was always himself.

Slowly, as his body recovered, the feeling of suffocation became more and more unbearable. Even though he had internal strength to rely on, he always thought that he had great endurance, and he didn't know when he would be unable to bear it and began to struggle.

That feeling of despair cannot be restrained by will alone.

He could only do his best to last a little longer.

Fortunately, when Lin Wentian felt that he was going to push him away, the strength on his neck suddenly disappeared.

Then, there was a long and unpredictable wait.

Lin Wentian felt his body's temperature was gradually losing, and he didn't know how long after he felt cold, he seemed to hear a small rumbling of the fabric.

Only by trying to perceive it can I feel the slight weight of the cloth on the body.

on his shoulders.

Relying on his imagination, he could know Modusang's current posture, leaning slightly and embracing him in an unfit manner.

Such an abrupt Mo Daosang almost made a guess come out of his heart.

After all, this person is too guarded, and he has never been trusted in his teaching.

But if he could open his eyes, he would be able to catch a glimpse of those calm and emotionless pupils under the cold moonlight, which would make one feel terrified.