Suzhou Mengchang

At the Nine Heavens Gate, a man wearing a white cloak grabbed the sword of the immortal general guarding the Tianmen gate on the left with one hand, and killed the immortal general with one hand, and then choked another immortal general with one hand, and the immortal general who was strangled by the neck Reaching against the doorpost, his face quickly turned red because he couldn't breathe.

The voice of the person pinching the fairy general was as cold as ice, and asked: "Have you seen the golden unicorn?"

"Fang... just went in."

"Where did you go?"

"It should be... it should be... Beichen Palace."

"lead the way."

The fairy loosened his neck, took a couple of breaths, and walked in front.

Mo Yizhi followed behind, holding a sword in one hand, full of hostility.

Bypassing the two white jade roads, I saw a jade plaque, which wrote: Beichen Palace.

The fairy general respectfully said to Mo Yizhi: "Here we are."

Mo Yizhi stood in front of the gate of Beichen Palace. The palace gate was wide open. He vaguely saw someone sitting on the main seat. Next, Mo Yizhi entered the hall alone.

"Where is Wuya Mountain Fox Lord now?" Mo Yizhi recognized that the person sitting on the seat was the disillusionment that Mingliantai used to refine his soul to flog him.

"Where is Lord Fox now!" Mo Yi held the sword in his hand even tighter.

"Mo Yizhi, come here as soon as you come, how can there be no reason for Beichen Palace not to entertain you. Since you are a guest, are you here today to play games or drink tea?"

"Qiping, serve tea." Disillusioned smile faintly looked at Mo Yizhi.

Tu Qiping brought the tea to Mo Yizhi.

Then there was a sharp sound, the tea bowl shattered to the ground, and the tea mixed with blood scattered all over the ground.

Tu Qiping sprayed a mouthful of blood onto Mo Yi's white velvet cloak, and that white velvet cloak seemed to be full of plum blossoms in an instant, which was shocking.Tu Qiping fell to the ground with a sword stuck in his heart, it was the one in Mo Yi's hand.

"Since there is no one for me, I came here to kill people." Mo Yizhi told Huan Mian.

Huan Mian laughed wantonly after hearing Mo Yizhi's words, Bai Zhi had already pulled out his sword at the side, Huan Mian stopped Bai Zhi with a gesture, and his smile did not diminish.

"It must be because you don't like tea, Mo Yizhi, you really are used to hurting people in Tiangong." Huan Mian picked up the tea next to his hand, and said: "The demon nature in your bones can't be changed."

The main hall was silent for a moment, and the dark tide was raging.

A gust of wind brushed against Mo Yizhi's clothes, the height was extremely cold, and the coolness seeped through his heart.

"I can use it to pay for my life, but he can't. If you don't pay me Zixun, you will kill all the heavenly beings."

When a person has the intention to kill, if it is not for desire, it is despair.

Mo Yizhi was wearing that blood-stained white velvet cloak, his voice vibrated in the main hall, it seemed to weigh tens of thousands of catties, making the listeners breathless.

The one on his body was put on by Zi Xun when he went out. It was like snow at that time, but it was stained with blood at this time.

Jiuchongtian, who can kill all the people of the Wuya tribe, he, Mo Yizhi, can return his body with his way.

Jiuchongtian can block the original fairy tree and can whip him 47 lashes.He, Mo Yizhi, has now experienced life and death, and is now an upright and upright Wuya Fox Emperor, and now, as the Lord of Wuya, he wants to take back that person's life!

Tu Qiping's body was lying on the ground in the main hall, and the smell of blood spread.Huan Mian heard the word 'Zi Xun', the hand holding the tea suddenly trembled, and his face turned ugly.

"What is his name!" Huan Mian threw the teacup on the ground and shouted, "What is his name!"

"Bai Zhi, bring Zixun back! Now, hurry up! Bring Zixun back!" Huan Mian seemed to order Bai Zhi in a panic.

This kind of panic, as he once said to the woman, if he has a child, let the child go to find him, and name him Zixun.

The color of blood is like the glow of the night, blooming fiercely and brilliantly on a person.Mottled and quiet, Zixun was dragged in by two immortal generals.

Beichen Palace punishment does not lead to the door of death, but life is worse than death.

To be alive is to suffer much more than to die.

Zixun was dragged, his legs rubbed against the ground and made a rustling sound, leaving two clear bloodstains on the ground.His long hair was sticky with sweat and dirty blood. He hung his head, unable to see his face, unable to see clearly whether he was alive or dead.Then he was thrown on the hall by the immortal general, lying on the cold ground like a corpse without any response.The two celestial generals threw people down, bowed to the disillusionment on their seats, and left.

The white clothes on Zixun's body were already filthy, stained with dust and blood, and several parts of the clothes were gone, exposing the naked wounds.This situation is even more bleak than the dying state of the poor beggars in the world.

Mo Yizhi walked over gently, step by step, for fear that any shock would aggravate his pain.

It's like having a fox in your house, and you spend every day enjoying it. You're used to hearing the chirping of the fox alone, and you don't say anything, but you still plan to stay together for a long time.

Suddenly one day, your fox was injured and lying in front of you bloody, it stopped making trouble and barking.

The fox lay bloodied in front of him.

This is his fox, why should others hurt his fox!

Mo Yizhi walked to Zixun's side lightly, took off his cloak lightly, crouched down gently holding the velvet white cloak and covered Zixun carefully.

He stroked the hair in front of Zixun's face with his hands, and then stroked Zixun's face with his slender fingers.

"Does it hurt?"

Zixun closed his eyes and didn't answer, feeling the warmth from Mo Yizhi's fingertips, and his body temperature remaining in the cloak.Covering Mo Yizhi's cloak, Zixun rubbed against him with all his strength, and a few hot tears slid down Mo Yizhi's stroking hand.

Mo Yizhi asked him if it hurt, he wanted him to tell him, tell him how much it hurt, just like how he was in his ear before, always making trouble, always laughing, and always talking endlessly.

Does it hurt?

That fox hurts, his Wuya Mountain is gone, that fox hurts too much, his wound and heart are flooded with pain, that fox hurts, but he can't say a word, and he doesn't want to say a word .

"Jiao'e is obedient, I will take you away."

Mo Yizhi hugged Zixun in his arms, trying his best to keep him close to him to keep him warm.

It was too cold in the sky, there was only these things Mo Yizhi could do.The moment he saw Jiao'e, his anger dissipated. He didn't want you to die and become an enemy of all people. He only wanted Jiao'e to live well.

He just wanted Jiao'e in his arms not to endure the pain and tremble, he just wanted him to be as charming and well as when he first met.

"Wait, Zixun, does Zixun have parents?" Disillusionment on the seat seemed to tremble, asking word by word.

Mo Yizhi hugged Zixun curled up in his arms, turned his back to Disillusionment, and replied loudly: "In the past, he had the entire Wuya Mountain, but now he only has me."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the gate of Beichen Palace.

Bai Zhi drew his sword and wanted to chase after him, but Huan Mian looked at Mo Yizhi's back and ordered: "No one should stop him, and anyone who violates it will be killed."

Bai Zhi didn't know why she put away the sword, but she could only obey the order.

Wuya Mountain would definitely not be able to go back. After leaving the Heavenly Palace, it was the beginning of autumn in the human world. Mo Yizhi looked for a small town that looked softer and quieter in the human world and planned to live there.

This small town is called Suzhou City, and it is almost noon at this time, the river reflects a few dim candlelights, the warm yellow light circles slowly rippling in the flow of the river, and every family is sleeping soundly on the bed.

Zixun was quietly held by Mo Yizhi, without saying a word.

Mo Yizhi found the largest house, thinking that Jiao'e would be comfortable living in this way, so he directly carried Zixun and fell into the courtyard from mid-air.

The doorman in the yard was snoring against the wall and sleeping soundly. Mo Yizhi was standing in front of him, wearing a black long dress embroidered with a piece of remnant lotus, his long hair was hanging down, and there was a purple fox tail imprint on the corner of his right eye. Wearing a velvet white cloak, the bloodstains on the velvet white cloak are like plum blossoms that are dazzling in winter.

The moonlight shines down, the breeze sways gently, and the warmth of Suzhou makes people feel more at ease.

When he recovers from his injuries, let's stay here for a long time, let's stay like this with Jiao'e.Mo Yizhi thought so.

Men Ding snored like thunder, Mo Yizhi hugged Zi Xun, not empty-handed, so he stretched out his foot and kicked the sleeping Men Ding.

Unexpectedly, that doorman didn't even open his eyes, he just turned his head and started snoring loudly again.

"It's on fire." Mo Yizhi said to Mending holding the person in his arms.

"Ah! Where? Where is the fire?!" Mending jumped up immediately.

"Take me to the guest room."

"Okay, okay." Mending looked at the people in front of him, he was like a god descending from the sky under the sky, he forgot what happened just now, and only led them to the guest room, only after walking a few steps did he come back to his senses: " If you can't cure my second son's illness, please go back." While speaking, he looked at Mo Yi's arms, but he couldn't see a man or a woman because of the night.

"It's cured well." Mo Yizhi just dealt with it casually in order to stay.

It turned out that there were two young masters in this Murong mansion, the second young master was suffering from a chronic disease, and had been looking for people for consultation all year round, countless doctors, quack doctors, and even Taoist priests lived in the mansion, all of which did nothing.So today this member of the family is not afraid of seeing the two of them, he just treats it as a holy rivers and lakes who came to heal the illness of the second son Murong again.

After hearing Mo Yizhi's answer, Men Ding grinned and happily led them into a single courtyard with four or five rooms, and Mo Yizhi picked the biggest one to go in.Men Ding sent Mo Yizhi over to Linlin and said with a grin: "My second son has been ill for so many years, so I am looking forward to your coming!" After that, he closed the door for the two of them, endured the tears in his eyes, and went back to snore and sleep.

The room was neatly tidied up, Mo Yizhi leaned halfway beside the bed, and slowly moved Zixun from his arms to the bed.

Taking off the cloak, several places on the inside of the cloak that fit Zixun's body were soaked in blood.Mo Yizhi carefully took off the shapeless clothes for him, several wounds stuck to the clothes with blood and flesh, Mo Yizhi slowly tore them off bit by bit, with an extremely gentle touch that he had never felt before. The voice coaxed: "Jiao'e is not afraid, it's just a minor injury, it will heal in a few days."

Sometimes when the clothes are torn off, the wound will bleed again, staining Mo Yi's hands and the mattress, and Mo Yizhi repeats in a gentle voice: "Jiao'e doesn't hurt, Jiao'e doesn't hurt."

Zixun didn't say a word until the clothes were taken off, but there was a lot of fine sweat on the tip of his brow and nose.

Mo Yizhi kept talking to Zixun. He tried his best to eliminate Zixun's fear and anxiety, but inadvertently exposed his own fear and anxiety.

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The first thing in the world that you can't choose is probably who your parents are.