The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

Recently, people on Fengshan Mountain have been panicking. The reason is naturally that their leader has suddenly learned to smile. However, although their leader looks like he has returned to normal, the degree of danger is higher than before.

After all, when facing the previous leader, everyone just needs to be careful from the beginning to the end, but the current leader, everyone is talking about things, and you don't know which word or action offends him, and it will cause unreasonable disasters.

Punishment is no longer the simple loss of life in the past, and the piecemeal suffering makes people miserable.

And among the members of the Devil's Cult, Protector Right, who is in charge of guarding and reporting affairs within the cult every day, is the most pitiful. If it weren't for the fact that Protector Zuo is temporarily away because of investigating a case, he is indispensable for many things, and it is possible to enter the torture hall.

If it's just like this, it's fine, but the leader seems to be looking for trouble for the right protector. Why did he suddenly appear on the high place by the road and throw a stone at the right protector? Come down and take it by yourself to make Lord Right Protector hungry. In short, there are countless zeros and zeros, just like a wayward child expressing his disgust.

Out of many considerations, the people who were originally dissatisfied with Lin Wentian's too tough handling of things also calmed down. After all, facing the face of the right protector who is getting darker every day, they are also under a lot of pressure.

Xiao Yanzi, who had been awkward with the host for several days, finally stopped being so fussy after having fun. At this moment, watching the excitement is not a big deal, but at the same time, he still doesn't forget to guess what the host is doing.

However, after thinking about it for a while, Xiao Yanzi said helplessly that he really couldn't figure out what the host was thinking.

On this day, after making things difficult for Lin Wentian as usual, Mo Daosang went back to the house, calculated the time when Wen Qionghua went out, and said to Xiao Yanzi, "Little Yanzi, this time I will be nicer to Lingyi." Yes, but it may inevitably involve some old things, do you understand what I am trying to say?"

Xiao Yanzi was completely sluggish, and it took him a while to realize that his beauty Zuo Dharma was about to be abused again, so he said: "Ahhh, why, Lord Host, no, my Zuo Dharma is great." After that, there were tears again Like a spring.

Mo Daosang supported his forehead with a headache, frowned and thought about it for a long time but couldn't speak, finally resigned himself to his fate and sat down on the chair, saying: "Then cry enough, but if you make trouble for me this time Son, I'll take your left protector and let it out."

Xiao Yanzi, who was crying, was taken aback, and immediately hiccupped, looking a little dazed in line with his tone: "Master host, no, I, I'm obedient, I don't mess around, master host, what do you say? Forget it, you should treat Zuo Hufa much better."

So Mo Daosang's brows and eyes softened: "Good boy."

Xiao Yanzi could only hiccup and start silently praying for his left guardian, the specific content is as follows: "Dharma protector, I'm sorry, I couldn't stick to protect you, Xiao Yanzi worked very hard, but the host said I will continue If you cry, you will abuse you. I will pray to God to bless you, so protector Zuo must be strong. Just conquer the host. God, please bless my most beautiful and kind Lord Protector Zuo. If I see you, I will definitely I will say hello to you."

Of course, Modausang didn't know about this.

At about dusk, Mo Daosang ran out of the courtyard all the way while maintaining the turbulent internal force around him in the sight of all the guards. He also unsheathed the long sword Longyuan placed in the room and held it in his hand. Breaking the wall for the first time, Xiao Yanzi gave a perfect score as a judge.

During this period, countless flowers and plants were damaged, several guards were blown away, and even because the aura was too strong, it affected the sky, and the mountain was surrounded by a large cloud of clouds.

The rumbling thunder pierced through the air, as if someone was going mad with rage.

Towards the route he remembered, Mo Daosang kept rushing past, and then on the mountainside, away from the building complex, there appeared a palace that was still magnificent but apparently no one had visited for a long time.

The sky gradually darkened, the raindrops fell on the ground with a clatter, and the palace gradually blurred into a swaying shadow in the rainy night. Those chaotic memories were repeatedly recalled by Mo Dao-sang, and Mo Dao-sang finally borrowed the original body's Emotions entered a state of frenzy, blue veins crawled up his neck, and even his eyes turned bloody red.

The only difference from the original is that he is still sober now, and he can even lament the tragic fate of the original body in a literary way.

Xiao Yanzi shivered and felt that his host was actually thinking too much. In such an environment and such a neurotic host, he couldn't even say a word, so how dare he bother him.

Then Mo Daosang raised his hand, and Long Yuan's sword energy drew a deep gully on the ground in front of him. When he crossed the gully with one foot, he would draw another knife, as if he wanted to completely wipe out the whole world in front of him. As if being destroyed in detail, he has completely lost his mind in the sight of others.

When Lin Wentian received the report from below and left the case book to rush over, he had no doubt that he would chop the palace in front of him into pieces like this one after another.

The current him seems to have never thought of such a distance to get angry, and the collapsed palace is enough to completely bury him in it.

No matter how excellent his martial arts were, he could use his body-protecting zhenqi to block him once or twice, but he couldn't stand the damage of the entire palace collapsing.

Then, after seeing the lines on Mo Daosang's neck clearly, Lin Wentian's heart sank. Such lines have never appeared even after the leader went crazy several times recently.

Even in memory, the number of times is very few.

At this time, Lin Wentian was no longer afraid of the consequences of disobeying him, and he also forgot all the things that had been tossed about recently, and rushed out almost the next moment he arrived.

He knelt behind the seemingly frail young man as usual, and his voice was transmitted through the rain with added internal strength: "Master, this subordinate has something important to report." Let's just be willful for once, he really can't let go of this person, hell Responsibility, damn identity, can't be controlled anymore.

Mo Daosang should not be able to hear any voices around him now, or in other words, all the words that entered his ears would turn into meaningless sounds like falling rain.

He drew his sword again and stepped on it. The ground in front of him was already wet and soft. After doing this, it looked like a festering wound, ugly and hideous.

Lin Wentian gritted his teeth, and his whole body came into Mo Daosang's sight.

Mo Daosang sighed with emotion at the courage of the right protector, causing a momentary loss of focus in his eyes, and then, Long Yuan raised it high, and slashed like every sword he had just drawn.

"Master, subordinate, subordinate..." Lin Wentian didn't know what to say to stop Mo Daosang at this time, so he simply saw the moment when the empty door opened in front of Mo Daosang raised his sword, and suddenly shot it from the ground. Get up and pounce on it.

Then, he pointed at the lips that Xiao had thought about for countless days and nights, and bit down hard.

It seemed that there was a wound on his body that caught Mo Daosang's attention, so his eyes became turbulent again, and then he was able to see clearly the face that had been enlarged to a close distance.

All of a sudden, as if he couldn't understand the situation, his sword stopped.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Wentian stretched out the tip of his tongue and quickly touched Mo Daosang's lips, and then, the moment he touched it, he quickly retreated away.

Although he was fast enough, in mid-air, he was slammed down by the wind brought out by Mo Daosang, who had woken up for a moment, and slapped him with the back of his sword.

Lin Wentian felt the qi and blood in his chest become stagnant, but even his heart, which was always empty and sinking, was filled to the brim. This unprecedented sense of satisfaction made him willing to die even if he died immediately.

So he licked the blood that didn't belong to him at the corner of his mouth, looked up at the terrifyingly powerful man in the wind and rain, and the aggression in his eyes was all cast on that man without concealing it.

Mo Daosang lamented in his heart that this right envoy really wanted to die, while using the back of his sword to slap him further away, he shouted: "Get out."

Lin Wentian, who was thinking of continuing to stop the leader no matter what, saw that Mo Daosang had finally stopped moving forward. Although he still had that out-of-control expression, he at least put away the true energy around him, and walked in slowly by himself. In the hall, his aura of strong support immediately dissipated.

When being picked up by his subordinates, Lin Wentian was still looking at the majestic palace. He felt that something deeply buried in his heart seemed to be showing its head, and it was no longer under his control.

He heard himself say: "Send someone to guard the Chengze Palace, and tell me immediately if there is any change." Only now did he finally feel the pain of lack of strength, every breath was accompanied by pain, he struggled a bit, Reluctantly, he tilted his head and pushed the palace out of front of him, took a breath, "Help me to Elder Fang's medicine house."

When Mo Daosang entered the hall, he found an excellent seat and started to watch the play. Seeing Lin Wentian calm down and leave, he jumped down from that seat. Then, he leaned on the largest chair in the hall, and touched it with his fingers. Touching the lines on his neck, he revealed a playful smile.

After the scene was over for a while, Xiao Yanzi quietly asked: "Master Host, can I speak now?"

Mo Daosang smiled reassuringly: "This opening performance is good, keep working hard."

Xiao Yanzi: "That's right, Lord Host, in fact, I suddenly felt that Lord Protector You is very pitiful just now, but I resisted not crying, Lord Host praise me."

Mo Daosang is not worried about this at all: "Think about Mo Daosang, I mean the original one, who was seriously injured by him, and then imprisoned in the forbidden area of ​​Lanxi Mingchunjian."

So Xiao Yanzi immediately turned against him: "Those who bully the host are not good people, hmph, I don't feel sorry for him anymore." Then Xiao Yanzi changed the topic, "That host."

Mo Daosang felt that the chair was repaired well, but it was a bit hard without the upholstery, but for the sake of image, he resisted the urge to drag the upholstery next to it and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yanzi struggled and said, "Master Host was bitten by the right guard just now, is it okay to leave the wound alone?"

It was only then that Mo Daosang realized that he had been injured a little bit, the tip of his tongue poked out a little bit, and immediately the rusty air entered his intestines, and the burning sensation on his lips was also awakened, he hissed and said: "Little Yanzi, don't worry, it will be soon!" It will be fine."

Xiao Yanzi still insisted: "Master Host, let's deal with it."

After thinking about it, Mo Daosang understood what Xiao Yanzi was worried about, so he asked, "Why, are you afraid that your left protector will feel sad when he sees it?"

Xiao Yanzi dared not speak.

Mo Daosang then smiled, and the dry wound opened again, and the blush on his face made him look strange: "I think it will make you feel better if you pay more attention to this." some."

So Xiao Yanzi began to pray again.