The devil wants to counterattack today

Feeling that Moli's chest was burning faintly, Qionghua hurried back. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Mo Chi curled up on the ground, and hurried forward to hug him in her arms. Sending spiritual power, trying to relieve Mo Chi's pain.

It wasn't until a warm current flowed through his body that Mo Chi, who had been tortured to the point of pain, smelled a familiar scent. He gritted his teeth and subconsciously called out, "Qinghua."

"Well, I'm here."

Mo Chi frowned tightly, his opened eyes no longer looked as bright as before, and he murmured softly after he saw who was coming.

"I'm in so much pain."

The temples were tightly attached to his cheeks, and Mo Chi, who was soaked in sweat, looked like a man who fell into the water. Qionghua looked at Mo Chi who was so haggard, and his heart felt like a pair of invisible big hands squeezed his heart hard.

He continued to send spiritual power to Mo Chi, but these spiritual powers did not relieve Mo Chi's pain at all. Seeing Mo Chi's blue veins bulging due to the pain, Qionghua also frowned tightly, and he shook his hand back. Mochi's hand didn't even notice that the back of it was bloody.

After a long time, it seemed to be relieved, and Mo Chi raised his eyes to look at the nervous Qionghua, the long eyelashes were covered with sweat from his forehead, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his white mouth, his voice was a little dry Dumb: "Don't worry, just give me a kiss and I'll be fine."

Qionghua looked at those shallow eyes that were slowly gathering light, lowered her head and kissed Mo Chi's pale lips lightly, reluctant to use force, for fear of breaking the person in her arms, she traced carefully, trying to make her pale lips turn pale. Get ruddy.

Feeling Qionghua's uneasiness, Mo Chi kissed back gently to comfort Qionghua's emotions, and his chest didn't feel so painful anymore.

It wasn't until Mo Chi's lips became red and swollen that Qionghua ended the long kiss and carried Mo Chi into the pool.

Mo Chi slumped softly on Qionghua's body, allowing him to manipulate, but where Qionghua's big hand brushed, it was as hot as on fire, and Mo Chi stared at Qionghua with foggy eyes, dumb There was a hint of pleading in her voice: "Qinghua, help me."

After a while, a thought-provoking voice came from between the lips and teeth. The pain was far less than the joy brought by this catharsis.

After such a lot of tossing, Mo Chi's originally pale face was stained crimson, and his dewy eyes were full of love. He put his hands around Qionghua's neck, and whispered seductively: "Hold it so hard!" It will be broken for a long time, and I will help you."

As he spoke, he was about to lower his hand, but was stopped by Qionghua halfway.

Rejected again!

Mo Chi couldn't help being a little annoyed, and immediately became lively, and said with a half-smile, "Could it be impossible."

Seeing that Mochi had recovered a lot, Qionghua clasped his chin lightly, bit him punitively, and said in a low voice with a hint of a smile, "When you recover, don't even think about getting out of bed."

Before Mochi could react, Qionghua carried him to the bed and pulled the quilt for him.

Mo Chi looked at the people walking out, and replied not to be outdone, "It's not certain who goes up and who goes down, I'll wait and see."

Qionghua paused, curled up the corners of her mouth in a good mood, as a warm current flowed through her heart.

*****

The next day, Moyu

In the main hall, a man in a black robe respectfully knelt on one knee at the bottom of the steps, his upper body was straight, but his frosty white hair showed his age. He raised his weather-beaten face, his eyes were sunken but still Deep and bright, his words were full of air: "Emissary Zuo Yu has been imprisoned in Zhidi, and is waiting for the devil to deal with him at any time."

Mo Chi on the high seat nodded slightly, and said coldly, "Uncle Che, you go to see him with me."

On that day, Luo Qiushui revealed so much to him, and even led him to Baguio Lake. Knowing that Luo Qiushui was not a kind person, Mo Chi sent Xuan Mosquito to follow him at that time, but he didn't expect to notice Zuo Yu's envoy in his palace. Demonic energy will also have evidence to confront the immortals.

This time he came back to not only deal with the internal affairs of the demons, but also wanted to investigate the incident he saw in Baguio Chi.

Mo Chi glanced meaningfully at Fang Che who was standing beside him.

Fang Che lowered his eyes to hide the doubt in his eyes. He was very happy that Mo Chi was back, but this time Mo Chi's return was not as simple as just punishing Zuo Yushi.

The two came to Zhidi with their own thoughts.

As the name suggests, except for the road opened in the middle, the surrounding fires are splashing, and the waves of heat rushing towards the face are so hot that it seems to be a purgatory on earth.

On the pedestal in the middle, a long iron chain passed through the lute bone. The man's body was criss-crossed with scars, and the clothes covered with dry blood were wrinkled, and the scenery of the past no longer existed.

Hearing that someone was coming, the man raised his eyelids, and when he saw who was coming, the corner of his dry and peeling mouth twitched slightly: "You're actually here."

Mo Chi looked at the bewildered Zuo Yushi: "Zuo Yushi seems to be very surprised."

Envoy Zuo Yu pursed his dry mouth, and said with a sneer, "I thought Lord Mojun lost his mind because of love affairs."

"Oh? That's why I let you down."

Mo Chi stared fixedly at Zuo Yushi, who was as angry as ever, in front of him, his light-colored eyes gradually deepened, and he was not angry.

Zuo Yushi suddenly coughed lightly at this moment, and said with a smile: "You really have changed a lot, you were not like this back then."

"What was this gentleman like back then?"

"Could it be that you didn't see it in Baguio Pool, or did you dare not look at it?" Envoy Zuo Yu looked at Mo Chi's gradually gloomy face, feeling extremely happy in his heart, and continued with a change of tone, "Or you just can't remember it at all."

Sure enough, when he heard this, Mo Chi's pupils shrank, and the black air on his fingertips was beginning to rise.

Envoy Zuo Yu curled his lips into a smile and said, "Mo Chi, you are not worthy of being a demon king at all, from childhood to adulthood! You can't even give up on love, and you have been shy away from love. You are so pitiful."

"Poor?" Mo Chi sneered, his eyes slightly bent, "But you don't even know what love is."

Seeing the fleeting warmth in Mo Chi's eyes, Zuo Yushi felt inexplicably dazzling, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze instantly, and his eyes looking at Mo Chi were filled with hatred and jealousy.

Why, just because he was born, because he is Mo Yinqi's only son!

So, no matter whether he is suitable to be a demon king or not, everyone should try their best to assist him, and no matter how hard other people try, they are just ants, destined to believe in them as kings from birth?

From the moment this idea was born, he has always wanted to push Mo Chi into the abyss, so that he would never be able to climb out for eternity.

Zuo Yushi suddenly laughed out loud, he was a little out of breath, and it took him a long time to stare at Mo Chi with his red eyes.

"Since you can't remember, then ask your father or that little phoenix carefully. No one knows your embarrassing appearance better than them. People like you are not worthy at all!"

He was adopted by the demon clan since he was a child. When he first arrived, people around him told him that this is the future demon king, and we will devote our lives to him.

However, ever since he happened to see that incident, he hated Mo Chi more and more. He felt that such a wimpy person was not worthy of leading the demon world, but the people around him treated him as if it hadn't happened, and continued to give him endless love, so much so that Mo Chi No one would stand up against the absurd things Chi did after he became the Demon Lord.

Since the seed of jealousy was planted, it has grown into a towering tree like crazy, and finally he made a move, but he didn't expect to be defeated by someone like Mo Chi.

But he wouldn't tell Mo Chi about that. He wanted Mo Chi's closest people to torture him.

Finally, Zuo Yu envoy took a deep look at Mo Chi, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up, mobilizing the last trace of spiritual power in his body.

In an instant, a dazzling dark green light streak appeared in the red light, and only a "bang--" was heard, and Zuo Yushi blew himself up.

……

Mo Chi looked at Fang Che on the side who used his spiritual power to block the scattered residue of Zuo Yushi's self-explosion, his eyes were obscure, and he spoke slowly after a long time: "Does Uncle Che know what happened back then?"

Fang Che paused, turned his head to look into Mo Chi's eyes, and replied truthfully: "The subordinate only knows that you have been seriously ill since that incident, and you haven't mentioned it since you woke up."

That incident is really deep in my memory. After all, he watched Mo Chi grow up. Those were the days when Mo Chi was most depressed, and that incident became a taboo in the Demon Palace.

Knowing that Wan Che didn't know much, Mo Chi had no choice but to agree, and then ordered: "I will go to Heyan Mountain later."

Hearing that Mo Chi was about to leave just after arriving, Wan Che said after deliberation: "You don't stay in the magic palace for a while."

"No." Mo Chi refused without thinking, but seeing Wan Che's sad expression, he softened and said, "There are Uncle Che and A Ce in the Demon Palace, right?"

With the expected answer, Wan Che looked at the place where Mo Chi left, and sighed helplessly. After so long, Mo Chi still doesn't like the Demon Palace, so it's time to deliver a letter to the old monarch.

Here at Heyan Mountain, Gu Canglan saw Mo Chi suddenly appearing in his hall, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he shook the red fan in his hand and jokingly said, "Oh, little Momo is so anxious to ask me to do it." Well, aren't you busy with your little wolf cub?"

Being used to teasing Gu Canglan, Mo Chi said flatly, "This time, I want to ask you something about your past."

"You came to ask questions so aggressively?" Gu Canglan told Huaxi some things, and then stretched out her hand to signal, "Why don't you sit down and have a good talk."

As soon as Mo Chi sat down, Huaxi came in with several jars of wine, put away the wine and left.

Mo Chi frowned and refused, "No drinking."

"This is a hundred-year-old wine that I managed to get from that cheapskate Xuan Jie."

As Gu Canglan said that, he leaned over to Mo Chi's side and slapped it. The aroma of wine immediately overflowed, and he teased, "It smells so good! Are you sure you don't want to try it?"

Xuanjie is a well-known wine-loving person, and the wine he brews is first-class wine. It is said that there are only a few altars in a century, and even the emperor of heaven may not be able to find it. Gu Canglan Did you ask for three altars?

Mo Chi's eyes brightened slightly, and he hesitated for a moment.

"drink."

After all, he likes to taste good wine, not to mention the wine made by Xuan Jie this time, so he must try it.

Hearing what Mo Chi said, Gu Canglan immediately beamed with joy, and his face became brighter: "If you didn't have a good relationship with me, I would be willing to share it with you?"

With that said, he served Mo Chiman a big cup.

Tonight, Mo Chi always felt that Gu Canglan was weird, and he couldn't tell exactly where the blame was. He took a sip of the wine in his glass with some doubts. Tasted a few sips.

Gu Canglan, who was at the side, smiled even more intensely, and took a few sips, admiring in his heart, it really is a good wine.