After swapping bodies with the villain Mozun

Duan Ze stood on the steps of the door, looking down at the man.

The other party was dressed in black, tightly wrapped up and down, kneeling silently under a shadow, almost melting into the night, he should be Xiao Wuchen's subordinate.

Realizing that the people in the room had come out, the subordinate's body stiffened slightly, his head lowered a little, and his voice was dull: "This subordinate is not doing his job effectively, and lost track."

Duan Ze raised his hand and stroked his chin. He didn't know how to answer the words without any beginning or end. If he accidentally collapsed the setting, wouldn't he be struck by lightning again?

So he didn't respond, and secretly speculated what Xiao Wuchen would do if he was here.

The subordinate who was half kneeling on the ground waited silently. As time went on, under psychological influence, the surrounding air seemed to become thinner.

He has followed the Lord for hundreds of years, but he still hasn't been able to see what the other person is thinking. He only knows that anyone who fails in a mission or obstructs his eyes will end badly.

He can only half believe the emotions shown by the master. One second the master is still laughing with others, and the next second the person standing opposite has been separated. He has seen too many scenes.The Lord regards people and things all according to his mood, and he doesn't care about his affection.

Seniors who are older than him do something wrong, and they will still be sent to a hanging prison for punishment.

When the subordinate's breathing was almost stagnant, Duan Ze lowered his hand, tapped his thigh with his fingertips, swayed slowly and squatted down, the clothes he just changed were piled up on the ground, Duan Ze tilted his head and looked up, facing him A pair of red eyes that seemed to have blood in them.

He froze for a very brief moment, avoiding words that would expose his ignorance, and asked with a bit of interest in his tone: "Tell me, how did you lose it?"

When Duan Ze asked, he firmly held the hand hidden in his sleeve.

There are very few people with red eyes in the Three Realms, but there is such a person under Xiao Wuchen's hands.

He thought it was an ordinary subordinate who came without a name, but he didn't expect it to be Mo Han, the number one demon slave of the demon clan.

In short, the demon slave is the slave of the demon clan, but in the book Mo Han is the god of war in the demon world, his cultivation level is extremely high, and he can be sure that he is absolutely loyal to Xiao Wuchen.A pair of red eyes made countless people's nightmares come true.

This person followed Xiao Wuchen very early, probably he is more familiar with Xiao Wuchen than others, he must be more careful.

Mo Han was so frightened by his master's sudden approach that his whole body turned cold, his eyes trembled slightly, and he didn't notice anything wrong with his master, so he lowered his eyes so as not to look at him. When Cheng Cangyu sent his disciples to exchange the spirit fruit for him, he found that the person inside had been replaced by a substitute talisman."

Stand-in?

This person is following him?

It seems that Xiao Wuchen's move has been planned for a long time.

Duan Ze's eyes were fixed, and he quickly digested the information in the other party's words, and then asked: "Do the people from the Cangyu faction know?"

In fact, he already had the answer in his heart, the male protagonist Xie Qingyu would appear in the mountains, probably because he discovered it.

"Yeah." Mo Han nodded. He had paid attention to the people of the Cangyu faction. Although he handled it very covertly, there was still a touch of nervousness and panic.

Without waiting for the other party to ask, Mo Han continued: "I followed them to the forest near Cangyu Sect, but I haven't found anyone until just now."

"The Cangyu faction didn't find it either?" It shouldn't be, he made a lot of noise at the time, how could he not be found.

"Yes."

Duan Ze saw the certainty on Mo Han's face, nodded, and stood up from the ground.

Based on what he knew about Mo Han, the other party would definitely not deceive Xiao Wuchen. Since the people from the Cangyu faction did not search for his body, it means that he is still safe for the time being.

After the report was over, the hidden guard who was still half-kneeling cupped his hands at him, and replied: "The subordinates go down to receive the punishment."

After speaking, Mo Han stood up and took a few steps back, turning around and going into the darkness.

Being disturbed by Mo Han, Duan Ze lost the interest in wandering around. He saw that the other party looked as if he was about to die, and remembered that Xiao Wuchen specially set up a suspension prison for punishment in the book. The howls continued, and the blood was soaring to the sky. Even in the devil world, a place where blood is often seen, it is not easy to talk about it.

Those who go in come out again, at least half of their lives will be lost.

How capable is Duan Ze, watching people go in, quickly raised his hand and shouted: "No need."

Mo Han was stunned, and a look of astonishment was rarely seen in his silent eyes. Duan Ze met that look, his face remained calm, and the alarm bells rang in his heart.

Oops.

His whole body was tense, and he gritted his teeth and continued: "You didn't do too badly this time, just deduct some salary, just go back and rest earlier."

Looking at Mo Han's widening eyes, Duan Ze desperately focused most of his energy on the sky, but after waiting for a long time, everything was still peaceful and peaceful.

"Huh?" Duan Ze frowned slightly, glanced at Mo Han who was still in shock, and then looked up at the night sky, there was no sign of thunder coming from above.

A consciousness flashed across his mind.

Out of temptation, Duan Ze waved his hand at the person again, and said almost gently, "Sleep well."

"Thank you, thank you, Lord, for your grace." Mo Han was trembling all over, feeling that the Lord's thoughts were becoming more and more difficult to guess, as if in a dream, he saluted the other party, got up and took his leave again, stumbled on his left foot halfway Right foot, almost fell to the ground.

After a while, Duan Ze was the only one left in the courtyard, and the thunder did not strike from the beginning to the end.

The strength supporting the man was removed in an instant, Duan Ze sat back on the steps, the cold marble was cool, and the light leaking from the crack of the door behind him stretched his shadow very long.

He propped his face with one hand, resting his elbows on his knees, and his gaze fell on a top-quality mulberry and hazel forest planted in the courtyard. There was a circle of complicated symbols carved outside the forest, constantly delivering nutrients to it .

Except for the faint light on the leaves in the dark night, this kind of tree will not bloom or bear fruit, and needs to absorb spiritual energy to survive.

Demon cultivators only rely on demonic energy to cultivate, so there is no spiritual energy in the demon world. Xiao Wuchen really knows how to find something to do in a place where there is no spiritual energy at all.

Duan Ze didn't like Sang Zhen, and after only a few glances, it brought back a not-so-good memory for him.

At that time, Shi Ze had just been through for more than a year, and he didn't know the dangers of the world. He was bored in the sect, and after reading the scriptures, he left the sect and planned to buy a new batch.

At that time, most of the well-written story books were ordinary people with the richest emotions. Once a monk cultivated, his emotions would be subconsciously suppressed, and it was difficult to write chapters that could empathize with many people.

But ordinary people have a short lifespan and are easily affected by natural disasters and man-made disasters. If it is written in the scriptures, people may disappear. For example, Duan Ze has been waiting for several months for the next postponing the listing again. He asked the library owner, only to learn The person who wrote the story book has not contacted them for some time.

Out of urgency to learn more about the following, Duan Ze paid a lot of money to buy the address of the person who wrote the storybook, and rushed over.

But before he got there, puffs of thick smoke billowed out from his destination, Duan Ze's heart sank, and he used his spiritual power to speed up.

When he arrived, the target was a group of villagers with their bags on their backs, who seemed to be about to travel far away, and their village was almost burned to the ground behind them.

Fortunately, he once had a relationship with that person, and he quickly determined the location of the other person under the detection of his spiritual sense.

The other party was also very surprised when they saw Duan Ze, "How do you know I'm here?"

Duan Ze had a lot of things to say, but he held back because of the personality problem, and replied in a low voice: "The following things you promised have not yet been fulfilled."

The man looked stunned, and hurriedly took out the finished manuscript from his luggage and handed it to Duan Ze, "Our village has been planning to relocate for the past few months, and I don't intend to continue before leaving this time." Originally, I only kept it as a thought, but I think we are destined, so I will give you the finished manuscript, as for whether to give it to the library, it is up to you to decide."

After speaking, the person who wrote the storybook left one after another along with the whole village.

Duan Ze looked down at the thick paper, feeling very excited. He was the first person to see it. In order to enjoy it better and faster, he deliberately found a sparsely populated and beautiful mulberry and hazel forest.

As a result, as soon as the first page was turned, a bolt of lightning struck down with lightning speed, and dozens of finished manuscripts were turned into fly ashes and fell down in an instant, and he hadn't even read a single word.

Not a single word! ! !

Leaving aside the physical pain, the mental blow is truly indescribable.

Duan Ze was stunned on the spot. Of course he knew that with his personality, he would never read the script, so he checked to see if there were any outsiders around before reading it, but he was still struck by lightning.

Unwilling to reconcile, the man used his divine sense again, and then glanced at the newly grown mulberry and hazel tree standing not far away, staring at each other speechlessly.

Since then, Duan Ze has never read any story books outside, and he has also avoided the mulberry and hazel trees. Unexpectedly, after more than 40 years, he has faced the entire mulberry and hazel forest.

He and Xiao Wuchen are really at odds.

The author has something to say: Duan Ze (super angry): "Is it intentional?"