The Education of Love in Fast Transmigration

There is a restriction at the entrance of the cave, and Shumo is playing the role of a mortal, there is nothing he can do.

After thinking for a while, he took out the messenger bird that Fusang gave him. Fusang thought about the inconvenience of being a mortal, so he gave him this bird that can travel freely through the inner and outer gates of Tianjian Gate, so that he can enter this restriction.

"Mo Xiao, I saw that you were seriously injured that day, are you alright?"

After waiting for a day, the messenger bird did not fly back.

On the second day, he still touched the top of the mountain alone and asked persistently.

On the third day, Shumo looked at the messenger bird, thinking hard, guessing that he had returned in vain, and simply babbled about a lot of homework.

On the fourth day, Shumo put out the secrets he heard from Fusang, that it is better to be happy alone than to be happy together, and he fully showed his enthusiasm for playing strategy games to brush coop.

On the fifth day and the sixth day, Shumo returned home as usual.

On the seventh day, Shumo, whose patience was almost worn out, released the messenger bird, almost giving up on himself, "Oh, Mo Xiao, let's discuss it. If you come out, I will promise you one thing. Daoyi, I will do it for you when I go up the knife mountain and down the oil pan, you see, I am so sincere, you come out..."

"What on earth do you want to do?" The person who appeared suddenly interrupted Shumo's unfinished words.

Mo Xiao, with strange silver-gray hair and demon-shaped sharp ears and sharp claws, was standing at the entrance of the cave. With a wave of his hand, the messenger bird flew over foolishly.

"What new tricks did Tianjianmen come up with, and what kind of news do you plan to let me, a mortal, come to inquire about?"

If Shumo is really a mortal, he would definitely be intimidated by Mo Xiao's appearance, but unfortunately he is not.

Seeing the birds dissipate and flying spirits, Shumo, who was possessed by the actor for a second, was very sad, "Oh, this is given to me by Fusang Immortal. The bird is dead, and I can't explain it to him when I turn around." Ah." As if this messenger bird is some kind of rare thing, the corners of his eyes are filled with tears.

Astonished... I didn't expect to make this mortal cry.

Mo Xiao looked at this troublesome mortal in front of him, feeling irritable but powerless.

"I was wrong?Not intentional?

Although Mo Xiao has cultivated as a fairy for so many years, he is still a simple child who has never seen the world's ingenious tricks, so he is not enough for Shumo.

"Oh, I'll be scolded. Immortal Fusang scolds people so scary..." Covering his face with his sleeves, Shumo looked even more saddened by crying. In fact, the man started to squeeze out a few drops of crocodile milk Tears, I really can't cry when I hide my face from behind.

From Mo Xiao's point of view, this is... even more out of control.

"I will pay you another one." After saying these words, Mo Xiao's attitude was not the same as before.

Hearing this, Shumo Guangxiu restrained himself, so he didn't look sad.

When Mo Xiao realized that he was on the scene, Shumo had already leaned forward, "Have you recovered from your injury? I saw that Shen Yunxie beat you very hard that day. I have medicine here, and it was Immortal Fusang from the pharmacist's side." Take it, you can use it first! It’s not enough to tell me, I’ll go to Fusang Xianjun to help you with a few bottles.”

"You..." Mo Xiao has never seen such a talkative and familiar mortal.

"The wound on your arm is festering, young man, it's not good for you to give up treatment like this!" Saying that, Shumo pulled Mo Xiao's arm and took back the medicine bottle that was stuffed in it, "Let me make something simple for you first." Deal with it, it hurts, bear with it."

"..." This mortal is really annoying.

Of the two, one was in a complicated mood and let his arms tossed and remained silent, while the other was frowning and looking worried.

Remove carrion, wash, apply medicine.

In the end, Shumo also tore off the relatively clean underwear to bandage the wound.

Mo Xiao looked at the mortals around him who were healing him, his blue eyes flashed a little light, "Haven't you heard people in Tianjianmen talk about me?"

"I've heard it. After all, I'm still your teacher's wife, so how can I not understand it in advance."

"Then you still..."

"Three people become tigers. What outsiders say may not be the truth. I have eyes and ears. I only believe what I see and hear." Gently pulling the cloth to tie a knot, routinely told, "Be careful not to touch the wound. Put the water on, and I will come back tomorrow to give you medicine."

Hearing that the other party said that he would come tomorrow, Mo Xiao stared at Shumo, his animal eyes were somewhat fierce, trying to see a trace of human hypocrisy and cunning, but the other party's eyes were full of sincerity.

"You're just wasting your thoughts in vain, I don't know anything." Mo Xiao attributed Shumo's anomaly to the Tianjian Sect's scheme to soften him.

"I can't help you if you think so." Put the medicine bottle into Mo Xiao's hand, "I'll come back tomorrow to see if the wound still doesn't heal, I'll go find other herbs."

Afterwards, Shumo came to treat Mo Xiao regardless of the weather. Although Mo Xiao did not show Shumo a good face every time, Shumo maintained the doctor's "kindness and fraternity".

"I haven't seen my mother since I was born... I have never heard of the Sirius group." The wound scabbed, and Mo Xiao took the initiative to reveal his secret.

"Sirius, I have never heard of it." This is false.

As the demon king and demon king, Shumo is no stranger to the race of Sirius.

It is rumored that the fighting race in ancient times was born with the talent of a big monster.

It's a pity that after the catastrophe 12 years ago, the Sirius clan was completely wiped out, and their blood was cut off.

It turned out that there is still the last Sirius in this world.

Although only half of the blood.

No wonder Tianjianmen is unwilling to let people go. With such a war machine, it is better to keep it than to destroy it.

But now he is just a mortal Yan Xing, and as a mortal, he has never heard of Sirius.

"..." This person really didn't come to find out the news.

Mo Xiao suddenly couldn't understand the meaning of Shumo's concern.

"I am a demon, if you get too close to me, you will be dismissed as a different kind by the disciples."

"I'm still a mortal with no cultivation. Is it possible that I'm not a different kind?" Shumo looked at Mo Xiao, and said indifferently, "I just came to this fairy mountain to repay my kindness. What kind of grudge do you have with Tianjianmen?" I have nothing to do, I am now Shen Yunxie's bonded person, you are my disciple, I have an obligation to care about you, it's as simple as that."

"You think I'm a disciple? You mortal..." Mo Xiao suddenly pulled Shumo away, staring into Shumo's clear eyes, "You and I are different after all, you should know that I can kill even the door."

"So? You want to kill me too?" Shumo suddenly laughed, "If you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself, Mo Xiao, what happened back then, can you tell me?"

"..."

"I'm very free every day." It's useless to play silent, at worst he comes to harass every day.

Shumo pinpointed Mo Xiao's temperament.

Letting go, the two remained silent for a while.

In the end, Mo Xiao still told the unbearable past.

The previous causes were the same, the bloodline awakened and became irrational, and when Mo Xiao woke up, his second junior brother's body was completely cold.

Tianjianmen discovered that Mo Xiao was a demon who should have rectified the law on the spot, to comfort the spirit of the second disciple in the sky, Shen Yunxie suddenly identified Mo Xiao's Sirius blood in public, and the real master Qingxu spared Mo Xiao's death, but imprisoned him Mo Xiao's freedom was lost.

From then on, Mo Xiao became the killing weapon of the Heavenly Sword Sect's external crusade, and whenever there were any dangerous missions, Mo Xiao would be on the top-anyway, the overbearing blood of the Sirius would not be easily destroyed, even if he died, it would not be a pity.

In these years, Mo Xiao has never practiced the Eight Classics seriously. In the later stage of Jindan, he realized it from the Asura Dao by exchanging his life for his life.

Shumo wasn't just listening to the story, he took the time to look up the sad second disciple in the test aid book... what appeared was in reincarnation.

If Mo Xiao is really as fierce as the rumors say, where did the second disciple come from to reincarnate with the three souls and seven souls, I'm afraid there will be no dregs left after the incident-the big monster kills people, and they are always eradicated together with the three souls and seven souls.

"Even if you lose your mind, I believe you won't kill all the juniors who get along with you day and night." Holding his chin, Shumo was completely fascinated by the story, "Tell me, you will definitely have something in the future." Find a way to save him—but any plot where relatives and friends face each other with swords will most likely have wonderful follow-up developments, as it is written in the storybook."

"..." Mo Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Shumo closely.

Shumo's face was filled with anticipation, and he was very much looking forward to Mo Xiao's revealing the bottom line that others didn't know.

"You think too much, I'm just a monster who kills without blinking an eye, and tens of thousands if not thousands have died in my hands over the years."

"You're thinking too much. If you want to count, these should be counted on the head of Tianjianmen. How can you not blame the murderer but blame the blade held by the murderer?"

"Blade..."

Chewing Shumo's words, Mo Xiao fell into deep thought.

Although Mo Xiao still didn't confess to Shu Mo about the follow-up of the second disciple in the end, the two maintained a fairly harmonious relationship in a weird way.

In the days that followed, Shumo boldly tried to bring Mo Xiao to Xiaozhu as a guest. At first, those little disciples were very scared when they saw Mo Xiao, but they came more often, and they were not so scared. Some bold little guys He can even pull Mo Xiao's clothes and call out to senior brother.

Although Mo Xiao maintained a face that strangers should not enter, he had a cold temper. He looked completely at a loss when dealing with this group of junior brothers and sisters, for fear that he would bump into them if he got too aggressive.

Most of the children are innocent and romantic, and they don't care about those explanations when they are interested. Mo Xiao didn't resist, so they took the initiative to get closer...

In the end, this is the elder brother who they heard was the most powerful elder brother who built the foundation at a young age and then formed the alchemy—Fusang protected them tightly. What happened back then, they only knew that the elder brother made a mistake and refused to get close, but they didn't know the truth.

Fusang said that these disciples were brought in for Shen Yunxie on his own initiative after the death of his second disciple, hoping that these fresh blood could relieve Shen Yunxie's pain, but who would have thought... Shen Yunxie saw these lively people Disciple, thinking of the second disciple's kindness even more, made me feel even more uncomfortable.

Fusang was worried that Shen Yunxie would not be able to pass the hurdle, so he asked the younger disciples to practice diligently and not to disturb the master. The younger disciples listened to Fusang's words...

Entered the fairy gate, but no one pointed out.

These little disciples live no better than other disciples on the hill.

Now the brothers and sisters are fighting together, it is best to have someone from the past to lead the way.

With the help of Mo Xiao, it was convenient for Shumo to give advice to these children.

When Fusang came in, he saw Mo Xiao holding a sword and leading the young disciples to practice sword art, his face darkened.

He sat beside Shumo, and said angrily, "You call him, are you afraid that he will eat up these little bastards?"

"Didn't you come here too, so you're not afraid that he will eat you?" He threw in a broad bean and bit into it with a crunching sound.

Seeing the mortal next to him live so gracefully, Fusang only felt that his entanglement in the past few days was nothing but mediocrity.

"Anyway, I've persuaded you...you'll know if you suffer in the future!" Snatching the broad beans, he circled them with his hands, and Fusang grabbed them and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Hey, I see, Fusang Xianjun." The children said every family.He reached out and stroked Fusang's hair.

Fusang clapped his hands away, "You mortal, don't touch your hands all the time."

Fusang is over.

It's not in vain that he fried this plate of broad beans from dawn to dusk.

While eating broad beans, Fusang looked at the happy scene between Mo Xiao and his younger brothers, and the knot in his heart was finally untied.

Back then, the senior brother killed the second senior brother by mistake.

But the senior brother traveled all over Dongzhou and went deep into various dangers to find three souls and seven souls for the second junior brother to help him reincarnate. This resentment should have disappeared long ago...

The second senior brother is someone he likes to be close to, so why isn't the senior senior brother whom he respects and yearns for?

It's just that when the two friendships collided, he panicked and didn't know how to choose.

If he easily forgave the senior brother, what should the second senior brother think...

He just couldn't get around that dead end.

The dead are gone, and the remaining people are more and more cherished, not to mention, the elder brother also repaid the sinful karma of the year in his own way...

Every time Mo Xiao returned to Tianjianmen with injuries all over, he would watch in the dark that the elder brother returned to the cave in the back mountain alone, no one was visiting, and he was alone to kill his pain.

He wanted to step forward time and time again, but was backed down for the last time.

Shumo did what he always wanted to do.

He should have said something to senior brother...

"come back."

Lowering his head, Fusang desperately stuffed broad beans into his mouth to cover up the tears in his eyes.

Shumo on the side pretended not to know.

In the small building, there is a sense of peace.

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Just like this, he stayed in Tianjianmen for several years, watching Mo Xiao teach the young disciples during the day, and occasionally being pointed by Fusang with his pursed lips, but Shumo refused helplessly, but Fusang said that he was a mortal who did not make progress.Shen Yunxie probably turned a blind eye and turned a blind eye on Shen Yunxie's side, not like Mo Xiaocai came to chase people away.

Although there were setbacks at the beginning, the following days were smooth.

"Shen Yunxie seems to seldom go out." According to the information sent back by those animal friends, Shen Yunxie seldom steps out of the door... Shumo finds it inconceivable.

"Master, apart from practicing swords, he usually retreats. Not to mention you, the real head of the sect is not allowed to see Master." Fu Sang answered Shumo's doubts.

"That's it."

Originally thought that according to Shen Yunxie's virtue, he probably would not have a chance to see him again when he died as a mortal... Later, he asked Shen Yunxie to call him over.

"Yan Xing, are you used to living in this small building?" Shen Yunxie asked, sitting in a high position.

"Alright."

Standing up, Shen Yunxie beckoned to Shumo, and just as Shumo was about to step forward, a seventeen or eight-year-old girl entered the room, only then did Shumo realize that Shen Yunxie was not calling him.

The girl came to Shen Yunxie's side, and respectfully greeted her, "I have seen Master."

"En." He patted the girl's head lovingly, and turned to tell Shumo, "Yan Xing, Miaoyin will be taken care of by you in the future, and I still need to retreat for a few more years."

"it is good."

Taking advantage of Shen Yunxie's spare time telling the girl, Shumo had the time to take a good look.

Although the girl is not very old, but her eyebrows and eyes are very delicate, she must be a stunning beauty when she grows up.And the muscles and bones of the body are also good, which is a good material for cultivation.

And it just so happened that this girl was the one who was destined to be involved with Shen Yunxie, whom he rescued earlier.

It was a familiar face, and Shumo's attitude was very kind. When the girl saw her, her expression was not very good-looking, and she snuggled into Shen Yunxie's arms instead, "Master, you have to come out earlier, this disciple is alone. I'm so scared!"

"Don't be afraid, as a teacher, after this retreat, I will be able to accompany you for a good life."

"Master, you keep your word!"

"As a teacher, don't tell lies."

Afterwards, the two masters and apprentices chattered again, which made Shumo very bored.

After exiting the room and closing the door, the girl didn't say hello to Shumo, her eyes were full of disdain, "Where are you a mortal, and you took the title of master for nothing."

"I just went up the mountain to repay my kindness. I will leave naturally when the karma is over. Little Fairy doesn't need to care about it."

"Hmph! I just hope you remember this and stop thinking about it."

The girl left arrogantly, and Shumo looked at the girl's back. In the sea of ​​consciousness, a video was played in the test aid manual.

The night moon was thick and foggy, and a girl held a torch and threw it at the hut. In the hut... the old farmer with white hair was soundly asleep.

Breaking away from the image, Shumo's expression is not very good.

Whether Shi Yixianyuan enlightened her or harmed her.

There is nothing more fortunate in life than a windfall and a steady rise to the top, but how many people can maintain their original aspirations in a life that is suddenly elevated?

He gave the little girl the key to the new world, and the little girl actually poisoned her old father in order to enter the fairy gate to cover up the truth.

One wrong step, one wrong step, after all, he is not a fairy who can save all living beings.

Shumo sighed and no longer intervened in the girl's life.

"Yan Xing... do you know who that girl is?" After all, Fusang has a revolutionary friendship with Shumo, so he came forward to mention Shumo.

"Your master's destined person, she will be your master's wife when she grows up." Shumo said indifferently, knocking on the melon seeds.

Fusang slapped the table, and said eagerly, "You know you're still so... calm!" Looking at Shumo, he hated iron for nothing.

"Why can't I be calm?" He didn't intend to meddle in the little girl's affairs at all.

"Ah... Yan Xing, you are so kind-hearted. Master, I am really sorry for you. Back then, Master asked you to block the marriage for him. It was so dangerous. If you were a little careless, you would be beaten to ashes by the real master." It’s really hard to calm down, Fusang looked at Mo Xiao who was still pointing to the little disciple at the side, and couldn’t hold back his heart and shouted: "Brother, please persuade Yan Xing, if this continues, he will be kicked down the mountain sooner or later."

After yelling, Fusang suddenly realized that he had actually called the elder brother... The tsundere persistence all the time was suddenly shattered.

He hurriedly covered his face and raised his forehead, quite embarrassed.

Why is it called export...

Mo Xiao, who was pointed out, didn't feel anything wrong. In his opinion, Fusang was no different from the other six little dolls.

Putting away the sword, Mo Xiao came to Shumo's side, "Do you want to stay here?"

"Uh..." Shumo was a little apprehensive about Fusang's whole routine, and finally answered honestly, "I think so."

How can I leave when the karma is not over.

"Yeah." With no more to say, Mo Xiao went on to instruct the little disciple.

Fusang, who was secretly observing, watched Mo Xiao come and go with a blank face, completely unaware of what kind of medicine the two men were selling in their gourds.

It was night, and Shumo was woken up by a knock on the door. He put on his coat and opened the door, but saw Mo Xiao standing outside the door. He did not know how long he had been standing in the middle of the night, and his hair was slightly moist.

Half asleep and half awake, he said, "What's the matter?"

The other party didn't speak. After a long time, he stretched out his hand, and a messenger bird was bouncing in his palm very lively, "Return you."

He took the messenger bird and checked it with the test manual—it was the same bird that Fusang gave him.

Shumo pretended not to know, and thanked him solemnly, "I'm sorry... this bird is very difficult to raise, you have been training|training it for a long time, right? I heard that the one Fusang gave me has been trained for six or seven years. .”

"... Soon." Mo Xiao thought to himself, he didn't crush the little guy to death, but he hid it for a few days.

Why hide...

Mo Xiao recalled that in the dead of night, he heard the messenger bird repeating this mortal's words over and over again... He clearly should be annoyed by this mortal's chatter, but time and time again he indulged this mortal to get closer to him.

Mo Xiao, who doesn't know human affairs, still doesn't know what missing is.

He was alone in deep thought without speaking, at this moment Shumo was half asleep and half awake, his mind was full of sleepiness and he didn't have much desire to talk about it.

Inexplicably, both of them fell into silence.

"Can you still count on the agreement you said before?"

"Huh?" Promised...

The sleepy Shumo was a little dazed.

"If I'm not here in the future, you have to take care of yourself. This is what I want you to promise me." After saying this, Mo Xiao turned and left.

Everyone walked away, and Shumo suddenly remembered that he had indeed said this himself.

Looking at the direction in which Mo Xiao left, he had long since disappeared.

Thinking that he could talk again tomorrow, Shumo pulled up his outer shirt, closed the door, and crouched under the quilt again, with trembling hands and feet, curled up and fell asleep.

When I went to the training ground the next day, I didn't see Mo Xiao. Shu Mo asked a young disciple to ask, and then he knew that Mo Xiao had been assigned to get rid of the demon.

Exorcism...

Later, Fusang also told about this matter, this is an errand requested by Mo Xiao himself, it has nothing to do with others, and the return date is uncertain.

He didn't even have time to say goodbye to the wolf cub.

Shumo teased the messenger bird on his shoulder, feeling a little regretful.

In the following two years, Shu Mo and Mo Xiao never saw each other again.

It was a windy and snowy day, and Fusang came to Shumo with a baby in her arms, "This child was born in a very pitiful life. I asked Master, can she be accepted as a closed disciple."

"Is this Xiao Shi?" Mo Xiao was the eldest disciple, and after the second disciple died, he took in six more disciples. Miaoyin ranked ninth, and this little baby was Xiao Shi. Shumo recognized Shen Yunxie's disciples Very clear.

Shen Yunxie still has a knot in his heart, and he has some ties with the previous six disciples. He came to bear karma, and helping to look after his disciples is also considered a merit.

What's more... This child was originally from their school.

[Test results: This baby is indeed the reincarnation of the second disciple. 】

Fusang is holding Xiao Shi, with a small body and a serious face, and the half-grown child is holding the baby who is waiting to be fed. This scene is somewhat humorous and warm.

Shumo joked: "You care about Shen Yunxie's disciples very much."

"I am the master's sword servant disciple." Fu Sang gave Shumo a sharp look, "I am responsible for all affairs of the master, including these junior disciples."

Speaking of his status as a sword servant disciple, Fusang was very proud, "Don't talk about me, you are not the same."

"How can it be as high as Fusang Immortal's hard work? I'm just sitting here on the mountain and waiting for the cause and effect to be understood." Shumo laughed, and bypassed the topic.

Karma has to be repaid, he doesn’t want to provoke a lot of human debts, plus he is a mortal now, and some things are inconvenient to point out due to his status. He used to drag Mo Xiao, but in the past two years he changed Fusang, practiced in winter and practiced in summer. Every day, he took this group of young disciples to practice on the top of the mountain.

Even without the teacher's guidance, the homework of this group of young disciples did not fall behind.

Time flies, and each of the young disciples has grown into young talents.

When these disciples grew up, they understood the difference between immortals and ordinary people, and they knew that Shumo was just a mortal, and it was just a stroke, a drop in the ocean, on their way of asking.

But as always, he respects and is close to Shumo.

Years of companionship made them recognize this mortal wife.

Of course, where there is normality, there is abnormality.

In the past two years, Miaoyin and Shumo have become more and more at odds, unilaterally making things go unnoticed, several times he was there to watch six disciples practice swords, Miaoyin taunted him in front of the six disciples .

"What kind of skills can I learn from following such a mortal? No wonder Master doesn't want to see you. Look at you, each of you is no different from that mortal." This time, Miao Yin said too much. One person, his 1-year-old demon is too lazy to argue with the younger generation.

this time……

"Respecting the teacher, I think it is the ethics that a practitioner should have. You talk about your master all day long, but I don't know how much you respect him. You can even ridicule the people around him. , have you ever cared about his face and identity?"

"You! You're presumptuous!" The little girl was provoked by these words, and threw the spell at Shumo's face.

Unable to dodge in time, when Shumo came back to his senses, he found himself teleported to a barren mountain.

little girl...

After releasing the messenger bird, Shumo ordered, "Take me to find Fusang."

Following the messenger bird, Shumo walked unhurriedly through the barren mountains.

It's not that he didn't think about using spells to ascend the clouds to go back, but you said that he returned to Tianjian Gate just after being sent away by Miaoyin, which doesn't seem like something a mortal should do.

It can be regarded as a hiking tour in the deep mountains.

Not to mention that Shumo's side is very leisurely, but Yunhua Mountain, Shen Yunxie's cave mansion in Tianjianmen, has exploded.

When Fusang heard that Miaoyin had an argument with Shumo, he couldn't hold back his temper immediately, "You little shrew, where have you made Yan Xing go!"

"Well, you little Taoist boy, you are just carrying the shoes for the master, and you dare to yell in front of this fairy!" Miaoyin was spoiled by Shen Yunxie, and she has never been ignorant of those whose status is not as high as her own. a good face.

"Fairy? What kind of fairy, I will teach you a lesson for Master today!" He raised his hand to strike, but there was a stop sound behind him.

"Stop." Shen Yunxie yelled at Fusang, "Back off."

"Master, Yan Xing has already lost him to this uneducated girl!" Fusang was really anxious, who cares that the person in front of him is his master and master.

"Stand back, whether Miaoyin is educated or not, it's not your turn to comment."

Seeing that Shen Yunxie was on her side, Miaoyin threw herself into Shen Yunxie's arms, "Master, that mortal Yan Xing has no dignity, he scolded even you!"

Frowning, Shen Yunxie spoke calmly, "He's just a mortal, you don't have to argue with him."

But a mortal.

These words echoed on the top of the mountain and were engraved in the hearts of every disciple.

Fusang bit her lower lip and clenched her fists, watching the culprit leave proudly.

A talisman paper was burned and thrown into the air.

Now, in this day of Jianmen, you are the only one left who can speak for him.

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Following the messenger bird, Shumo walked for three days and three nights. When he was tired, he found a treetop to rest. When he was thirsty, he drank the dew from the mountains. He opened the test manual and found that it was not far from Tianjianmen.

After the play was done, Shumo uncovered the Zhenmo jade, revealing his true face, and his spiritual power returned to his real body.

When he opened his eyes, Mo Xiao who suddenly appeared in front of him surprised him very much.

"you……"

"It's you." Mo Xiao was calm, and there seemed to be joy in his eyes that he hadn't noticed, "That's right, you said a long time ago that you came because of karma. Master seldom came out of the mountains, and he was only with you back then." Some past, I should have thought it was you."

Without expressing surprise at his identity, Mo Xiao took his hand naturally, "It's better... to go back to your fairy gate."

"I don't have any fairy gates. If there is one, it can only be a devil's cave." Mo Xiao didn't care about his concealment, and he didn't have to cover up his actions anymore.

"Okay, it's the Devil's Nest. How is the Devil's Nest treating you?" Mo Xiao asked following Shumo's words.

Shumo thought for a while, probably Fusang's name was Mo Xiao. The other party knew about his affairs with Miaoyin, and he didn't pretend to be Bailian to forgive him. Shout out." Those monsters in the Demon Realm didn't even have time to flatter him.

"You should go back." Mo Xiao stared down at the hands they held, and finally let go, "You go, I have never seen you before."

"It's not now." Shu Mo took the initiative to hold Mo Xiao back, and put the Zhen Moyu back, "Go back to Tianjianmen, this cause and effect should be settled."

No matter what decision Shumo made, Mo Xiao didn't want to object, "Okay."

This is said with joy from the heart.

Flying through the clouds and fog, and not long after returning to Xiaozhu, Mo Xiao sent a message to Fusang through the messenger bird he had given him, and looked down at him, his expression froze suddenly.

Shumo thought there was some trouble.

"You didn't keep the promise."

"..." Shumo was a little confused.

"If I come back next time, you will still be like this..." His eyes dimmed, and Mo Xiao turned away.

What comes with the wind is a broken word...

"I've searched all over the world to catch you, and I won't let you go."

Looking at the back again, he choked speechlessly.

Shumo felt that this little wolf cub didn't respect his master wife at all, and would show him the back every time, a sure rebel.

Laugh.

But this time he can guarantee that when the karma is over, no one will show him the slightest bit of embarrassment whether it is Shen Yunxie or the little girl.

After all these years, he understood that Shen Yunxie was just a vulgar "mortal".

He no longer needs "East Continent Chronicles", and he will honestly go back to Ascension and wait for the settlement after this matter is over.

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Continue to modify the frames...I didn't find so many OTZ frames when I posted the post

The mental journey of the little wolf cub is like this: p1 When I don’t meet again, I look forward to jpg, and when I meet my first love, I must leave the most handsome impression on him. The moth, who is not my first love teacher, scared away, and strongly demanded to return it! p2 was unilaterally harassed by Shumo, entangled in jpg, although this person is annoying but inexplicably not annoying, I'm afraid it's not Shi Lezhi? p3 The masked singer lifted the veil of Shumo, and Mo Wolf Cub Xiao turned around with a burst of lights. This is the good voice I want! (what the hell)

The little wolf cub is in love from the beginning to the end, a high-profile love, the kind that the whole world knows they want to have sex with.