The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

Mo Daosang looked back and forth at the porcelain bottle in his hand, then opened it and smelled it, but it was useless for him who really didn't know the medicinal materials.

The only thing he discovered was that there was only one pill in such a big bottle, he didn't remember that the Floating Life Sect was so poor.

In the end, he turned the bottle upside down, looked at the dark ball in his hand, and swallowed it with his head up.

Xiao Yanzi didn't even have time to utter his dissuasion.

"What's wrong?" Mo Daosang is not so entangled now, anyway, it's useless to regret after eating.

"It's okay," Xiao Yanzi hesitated and said, "It's you, the host, who really ate it."

"Otherwise? The opportunity you finally found is very rare."

"Oh." Then Xiao Yanzi once again began to silently pray for his host.

"Little Yanzi," Mo Daosang felt a little fainted by the oh, "Are you sure Qin Feng didn't mean anything malicious when he read his mind last time, what about the others? Did you find anything else?"

"No, no more." It was the first time for Xiao Yanzi to be trusted so much by the host, but he was really hopeless that there was nothing he could do to help him.

"Forget it, let's wait for the result." Mo Daosang gave up looking for the answer from Xiao Yanzi, and then took a fruit and threw it into his mouth, lay down with his pillow arm against the hillside, and closed his eyes.

At this moment, the afternoon sun shone warmly on the person, and the sweet fragrance of the fruit still lingered in the air. Mo Daosang's eyes were serene. If the two iron chains in his hand were ignored, it would be a refreshing sight.

At the same time, in Mingchunjian, a courtyard that looked only slightly smaller than the one where Chu Youning lived was surprisingly quiet.

Most of the weeping willows in the yard turned yellow, and from time to time, some leaves swirled and fell down, making the ground of the whole small courtyard soft.

Chu Youning's voice came from the half-closed window: "Today Shao'er moved Mo Daosang's things in my room, so I went out and took a look around."

Seeing that the person on the bed in front of him still didn't respond, Chu Youning sighed: "I shouldn't care about his performance, but Ying Yang and you have both told me that Mo Daosang doesn't bother to pretend, and he really doesn't care if he really uses others." He will only come directly and never feel indebted. If you say that, no matter how much, he is probably really tempted."

The hand of the person on the bed fell on the outside of the quilt and clenched it tightly.

Then Chu Youning didn't know what to say. After all, he was not a talkative person: "Your body is recovering well. I'll help you to see it tomorrow."

Then a hoarse voice finally grinded: "Many, thank you."

"There is no need to thank you between us," Chu Youning glanced at the person on the bed again, and said, "You rest, I will leave first."

Then the door opened and closed again, and the courtyard fell into dead silence.

"Master Host? Master Host, are you awake?"

"Master Host, Master Host, wake up."

When Mo Daosang was woken up by Xiao Yanzi, the sky had already turned yellow, so he was still a little dazed: "What's wrong with Xiao Yanzi? It's almost dark."

"That's right," Xiao Yanzi was about to cry, "Master Host, don't you feel anything?"

"No." Mo Daosang sat up propped up on the ground, stretched his hands to his eyes and bent, not only did the chain not change, but he didn't feel any discomfort either. His eyebrows were raised slightly, showing a strange expression , although it seems that he still looks more sleepy: "Could it be that the medicine Qin Feng gave me is a fake medicine?" Mo Daosang really couldn't figure it out, "Then what is he doing for it?"

"Then Master Host, what should we do now?"

"It's not that there's no way out, it's just a little troublesome." Mo Daosang rubbed his brows to make himself more sober, "Xiao Yanzi, do you still remember how Mo Daosang got out in the book?"

"Ah, by the way, insanity, but that is very dangerous, and host, do you know what insanity is?"

"Mo Daosang failed once when he failed in his exercise. This magic art is not like other exercises that will kill you if you go crazy." Mo Daosang closed his eyes and said, "I will study and study it, try it."

"Master host, there is only one hour until dinner is delivered." Xiao Yanzi reminded worriedly.

However, Mo Daosang didn't give him any reply again, so Xiao Yanzi had to shut up and wait quietly.

Then when the sky was completely dark, with the sound of chains falling to the ground, Modasang's hands hit the ground hard, and then he grabbed the ground extremely hard.

A small wind suddenly appeared, surrounding his body, agitating the hem of his clothes and hair.

Every corner of his body trembled violently as if trying to restrain himself.

Blood dripped from above and landed on those hands. The lustrous light and shadow made people look at it with pity and fascination.

Little Yanzi kept calling his host, but no matter how much he shouted, Mo Daosang couldn't respond to him at all.

Xiao Yanzi was so anxious that he was about to cry.

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Daosang, who couldn't take it anymore, sent him a word: "Be quiet."

There are only three words, but the irritability and weakness inside are obviously too much, which does not conform to Modusang's nature at all.

Xiao Yanzi tried his best to suppress his uneasiness and put on a comfortable voice: "Master host, are you alright?"

It was a long time before Mo Daosang finally coughed out his breath, and then, panting as if he had finally passed through, he raised his head, so that Xiao Yanzi could see the delicate face of his host through the reflection of the lake. How horrible it is to be stained with blood now.

"Bleeding from the seven orifices, I have seen it once." Mo Daosang examined himself for a while, and then said with a smile, he stopped paying attention, but he just supported himself and leaned back against the mountain wall, and never Gained strength.

"Master host, you..." Xiao Yanzi was usually very afraid of his master host, and now he dared not say a word.

"Don't worry, my internal strength can last for a while. Even in this state, it should be fine to deal with a few disciples later."

"Then, what's next?"

Mo Daosang sighed and closed his eyes: "It depends on luck."

"Oh, oh." Xiao Yanzi noticed that his host was still extremely uncomfortable, so he simply pretended to be a sensible little mute.

The time for Mo Daosang to rest was not long. After the sound of footsteps on the mountain wall, Mo Daosang sat up with difficulty and turned his back to that direction to block the chains that fell on the ground.

The cautious little disciple saw Mo Daosang's peaceful appearance, so he didn't notice anything unusual. He tiptoed to the driftwood with the food box in his hand, probably because he wanted to put down his things and leave before the devil found out. .

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief and bent over, a black shadow appeared in the peripheral vision above him.

Even if he reacted extremely quickly to draw his sword, it was too late.

When he was knocked unconscious in the end, he didn't even see Mo Daosang's face, so he didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune.

It's just that Mo Daosang didn't feel well after this action, his chest was so constricted that he seemed to be unable to breathe, he couldn't help coughing a few times, and his palms were covered with blood again.

Little Yanzi was about to be petrified. Although he could imagine it, it still hurts to see the host like this.

After Mo Daosang recovered, he was very satisfied with the rare quietness of Xiao Yanzi this time. He leaned over and picked up the scabbard that the disciple had thrown on the ground, and looked at the food box with nostalgia, but he still didn't dare to try it. Try your own character.

Then he used his sword to support himself and walked over to pick up the bead that had rolled for a certain distance, and then slowly, passed the driftwood, and walked towards the deeper part of the back mountain.

After all, if he wanted to avoid the people that Ming Chunjian and Qin Feng might be ambushing, that was his only choice.

The beads, still shining in the dark, lay quietly on the ground covered with some dust.

The wind blowing through the forbidden area seemed to resemble a human smile for a moment, but it was short and elusive.

Gradually, there was no more sound.

Demon Cult, Beacon Hall.

The person in the main seat threw the case book back on the table with a gloomy expression, and at the same time raised his head and said, "Pull it down."

Immediately, several guards stepped forward and made a gesture of invitation to a pale-faced elder on the left side of the queue, but there was no sign of politeness in that posture.

The elder was full of despair, but he didn't even dare to say a word to beg for mercy. Finally, he looked sadly at the chief seat, and the black robe corner of the man flashed past his eyes. He sighed, and slowly followed the guards away.

The quietness in the hall was even worse than when Mo Daosang was there. All the people standing in the hall couldn't help regretting why they agreed to let him be in charge of the Devil's Cult.

Although the original leader was cruel, the control over them was really loose, and it was easy for them to find something for themselves.

It's not like now, when they come across this protector who is like a different person as soon as he ascends the throne, they can't hide their thoughts.

Although the torture hall is no longer a place where you can't get out once you enter it, I don't know how many things have been added to it.

Anyone who has entered once will fall into the deepest despair as long as they hear these two words.

"Let's leave if there's nothing else to do." Lin Wentian's voice sounded again, and then there was still silence below, so he didn't bother to care anymore, got up and walked towards the back of the hall.

It was also after he left that the whispers in the entire hall could no longer be suppressed.

Lin Wentian knew that it was not his nature to act like this, but once he sat in that position, he seemed to lose his composure and was unable to restrain himself at all.

There seems to be some kind of curse somewhere, which will wear out the patience and kindness of the person sitting in that seat little by little.

Before he knew it, he had already arrived at the bedroom. It had been so long, and every time he pushed the door open, his hands still felt extremely heavy.

He sighed, and the squeaks swayed through the empty space.

The dormitory still retains the appearance of the night when Mo Daosang left, even the scattered quilts on the bed.

It was as if the owner of this house was still there and had never left.

Lifting the quilt gracefully and sitting up, calling him right.

There was a gentle but false smile on his face.

Just thinking about it for a while, the inside of his body couldn't restrain his agitation, Lin Wentian turned around in embarrassment, and closed his eyes.

Sweat ran down his neck, and the air seemed to stagnate.

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By the way, can the little angels guess who the lying person is? Laugh:-D

Changan