After wearing the book, I became the vixen master of the villain boss

Now... Yan Xiuyu looked at the graceful and luxurious woman in front of her with complicated emotions.

He hadn't seen her for a long, long time, as if it had been a century.

Even if it's all just an illusion...

The voice, appearance and appearance in his mind gradually became clear. He got up and looked at Yan Qingci, but he didn't speak again.

"What's the matter, baby, what's wrong?" The woman in front of her smiled, holding a piece of his favorite pastry, and was about to feed him.

Yan Xiuyu's eyes were closed, after all, it was a mirror image...

How could Ms. Qingci be so gentle to him?

He smiled wryly, swung his sword and slashed, the scene in front of him shattered like snowflakes and fell down, turning into a pitch-black space, where he couldn't see his fingers.

The past cannot be recalled--

He is no longer the child who was slaughtered by others, and Yan Qingci's future life has nothing to do with him.

Now they are not even in the same world, and he paid the price of his life for their upbringing.

That's enough!

He watched the memory in the illusion burn into ashes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and wherever he looked, he seemed to have returned to the original secret room, but now there was no sign of other people, but he felt it, but there was no exit here .

"How is this going?"

His sword pointed straight at the red eyes on the mural!

The eyes of the mural were shattered, red blood seeped from the surrounding murals, and the howling of ghosts and wolves echoed in the surrounding area.

There was a violent vibration in the space, but it distorted into shape in an instant, and a dark path suddenly appeared in front of him. The eyes of several Yuntian sect disciples and Murong Mo were closed, their faces were pale, and their lips were purple.

These people should have encountered the same illusion as him, but they were trapped in it with their inexperienced cultivation.

Yan Xiuyu saw Murong Mo's strange expression, he couldn't just sit idly by.

He thought for a while, and his mind took the initiative to enter Murong Mo's nightmare——

Feeling dizzy from weightlessness, he held on to the railing at hand, and the sound of silk and bamboo, rotten singing and wine blended in his ears, he couldn't help frowning, and looked at this place.

"Hey! Where did you come from, guest officer? You are so good-looking. How comfortable is Miss Qiao'er serving you?" The bustard who smelled of rouge came over and smiled, waving a handkerchief, her flaming red lips frightened her to death.

Yan Xiuyu's face was ashen, and she immediately avoided this woman, but another woman grabbed her clothes, "Where is the guest running, do you think Qiaoer can't serve you well?"

The delicate and delicate voice was a little bit wronged, and I felt pity when I looked at the beauty's face. Seeing that woman was about to touch her lower body, Yan Xiuyu instantly understood: there is no doubt that this is a brothel.

So how could there be this in the villain's dream? !Yan Xiuyu roared in her heart.

Isn't that the womanizer?

He hurriedly got rid of those women, without even caring about his face, he just ran away.

Now he's going to find that little brat!Where is Murong Mo?

He wandered on the street, knowing that this was a corner of Murong Mo's memory, and kept looking for traces.

But this is Murong Mo's home field, and his cultivation has been restricted a lot.

People come and go, bustling, the original book rarely mentions the villain's childhood and past experiences, and his search is a bit difficult.

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"You little bastard, so you are here, why don't you go to serve your prostitute mother, hahahaha!" With an arrogant tone, the leading child in front of him looked contemptuously at the dirty little beggar on the ground .

"Do you still want to go to school to eavesdrop on just this tattered clothes? You deserve it!" The wealthy child gave him a "Pooh" and stomped on the little beggar's clothes.

"That's right, life is worse than my dog's. It's shameless to eavesdrop on the teacher's lecture just like that, just like his prostitute mother!" The children next to him echoed.

Back and forth, they insulted the little beggar on the ground again, and took turns spitting at him.

Little Murong Mo's body was thin, and he couldn't stand the beating and scolding of so many people. Soon, the wound on his body was torn, and his tears kept falling like pearls with a broken string.

"I'm not...I won't dare next time..."

"Smelly beggar! You're so bad luck! After I go back, I have to ask someone to kill you! Murong Mo, you wait for me!" The leading child wanted to kick him hard, just like in the past.

Murong Mo immediately protected his head, but this time, the heavy kick did not land on him for a long time.

He couldn't help taking a sneak peek, and a man in fluttering white clothes suddenly appeared in front of him, with an ashen mask on his face.

Yan Xiuyu looked at the child's wound on the ground and immediately became angry!This is his apprentice, he is still reluctant to beat and scold him!He was actually bullied by these people.

His eyes were extremely cold, and he smashed the knees of these children with force, and slapped them a few more times, disregarding their begging for mercy, and severely punished them.

Afterwards, he picked up the injured Murong Mo and headed towards the hospital, leaving behind a bunch of playboys with bruised noses and swollen faces.

"How is it? Doctor." After all, Yan Xiuyu is a monk, and Murong Mo is still a mortal at this moment. He can only turn to the doctor in the medical center for help, fearing that he will have a disease that he cannot find out.

"This child's body is weak and needs to be replenished, and there are these wounds on his body. This is a prescription. Drinking a bowl every day will take a month."

The doctor handed over the medicinal materials, and after Yan Xiuyu paid for the medicine, seeing the little Murong Mo unconscious in his arms, he could only find an inn to stay first.

"Where am I?" When Murong Mo woke up, the clothes on his body had been changed into a set of clean and tidy clothes, with a faint fragrance, like the smell he smelled before he passed out.

Was he saved by that big brother?

He surveyed his surroundings and wanted to get off the bed in fear.

What if he soiled the bed?The best place he had slept in before was the firewood room in the backyard. This kind of place was not something he could spoil.

Yan Xiuyu came back, immediately put the boiled medicine on the table, and pressed Murong Mo, "The doctor said that you can't walk now, you have to wait for the wound on your body to heal."

Speaking of this, his phoenix eyes were full of distress. There are so many wounds on Murong Mo's body. Abolish their hand bones!

Those dense, scabbed and bleeding wounds.

When he changed Murong Mo's clothes, he was shocked, Murong Mo had lived such a miserable life before, hearing those children's contempt for him, Yan Xiuyu's heart throbbed with pain.

No wonder the villain in the original book will be blackened, and the darkness of human nature will corrode, which will lead him to the abyss step by step!