Dressed as a cannon fodder

Min Hangyuan wiped away the blood on the sword with a cloth, looked at the mess on the ground, and stepped over a field of corpses.

He stopped suddenly, and noticed someone approaching with a sword in the distance.

It was Meng Yunchi's breath.

Min Hangyuan put away his sword and wrapped his cloak to cover up the blood stains on his sleeves. Not long after, the person on the other side flew down in front of him with his sword, "Ah Yuan."

"Master." Min Hangyuan rustled in his cloak for a moment, and walked towards Meng Yunchi, but suddenly saw a snow-white ear in his arms.

"Who is he?"

The snow-white fox said: "Your teacher."

Min Hangyuan's aura changed instantly, the low air pressure was filled with murderous aura, and he asked again in a deep voice: "What?"

Meng Yunchi let go of the fox, turned around and walked to Min Hangyuan's side, shaking his head: "You can talk nonsense."

The fox smiled and changed into a human form, and saw the scholar-like white-faced young man walking towards the half-dead figure on the ground with light steps: "He made my child so miserable, why don't I tease him a few words?"

The figure covered in blood on the ground moved his hand with difficulty: "Master... son..."

"Don't move," Zhaohe pressed his shoulders, and touched the oiran's forehead with his fingertips. The light-colored ripples spread out. After a while, the wound on the oiran's body gradually healed. , and ask the master to punish you."

Showa pulled him up, "Punish whatever you want, just get up."

"I—" Huakui was pulled up, and seeing Meng Yunchi and Zhaohe standing there, not at all willing to attack each other, but amiable like old acquaintances, he was immediately at a loss.

"Don't panic," Zhao He patted his head, "It's not your fault."

The oiran calmed down a bit, looked at Zhaohe: "Then..."

"It's just about time."

The time has come.

The oiran was stunned, but after realizing it, he lowered his eyebrows and eyes: "So it's already here..." After a while, he raised his head, but without any expression of sadness or joy, he said flatly: "So many years have passed in a blink of an eye, I am here To take root and grow in the secret realm, I still need to thank the master for his generous care, and it is my blessing to have this opportunity to repay you," he bowed deeply to Zhao He, and did not get up for a long time: "Thank you, master, for your kindness..."

After a while, his figure gradually blurred, and he transformed into a clear and transparent lotus flower with thousand petals, lying quietly in Zhaohe's hands.

Zhaohe stared at it for a long time, dragged it up with spiritual power, erased his spiritual wisdom, and sent it to Meng Yunchi: "Leaving this secret realm, he is just an ordinary spiritual plant, without spiritual wisdom and consciousness. Use it, don't worry about others."

He withdrew his hand, stood in the middle of the forest and said with a smile to Meng Yunchi: "Thousands of years have changed, and the world has long passed through several springs and autumns, and generations have changed. Now I finally wait for the Lord. Such hopeless years are not in vain." Wait, the secret realm of Yougui City is over." He raised his hand and made a formula, and looked at Meng Yunchi for a moment amidst the earth-shaking collapses, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "My lord," he opened his mouth, as if wanting to What to say, but stopped when the words were about to come out, and only said softly: "Take care."

The next moment, the two of them had been moved out of the secret realm, and all the false prosperity in the ghost city, those people coming and going, and the non-stop singing and dancing every night, all turned into broken shadows under the violent shaking, and were swallowed up by Youyou in nothingness.

The secret realm of Yougui City no longer exists.

Meng Yunchi pinched Qian Zhanglian in his palm, held Min Hangyuan's hand for a while, and slowly tightened his grip in his palm, "Don't ever leave me." Die one by one in front of them, even in any way.

Min Hangyuan shook his hand and touched his slender finger bones between his fingers: "Okay."

When he returned to the Demon Palace, Dong Fei had almost waited eagerly at the door to condense into a Wangjun Stone. Peach petals swept across his big face, bringing a sense of vicissitudes.

It saw the two of them came back from a stroll outside the peach blossom grove, and they ran over to hug Meng Yunchi's calf with drooping ears, like a dog.

"Okay, okay," Meng Yunchi put the paper bag he was carrying on the ground, and untied the rope for it: "I brought it for you."

Min Hangyuan looked at the field mouse in the paper bag thoughtfully, no wonder the master took him a long way to Xisong Island, and happened to be caught by Wu Zan and sat down for a long time.

Dong Fei ran into the woods with the paper bag in his mouth, presumably to store grain.

After Meng Yunchi returned to the Demon Palace, he kept himself in the room for nearly three days. He put the thousand lotus and other medicinal materials into the furnace and guarded them day and night, refining it into a green elixir. Bright, extremely magnificent.

He picked it up and looked at it carefully for a while, then put it into his sleeve.

Min Hangyuan leaned on the bedside to read the miscellaneous notes that Meng Yunchi had read, propped his chin with one hand, his eyelids drooped slightly, and seemed a little sleepy.

There were footsteps in the room, and the scroll in his hand was taken down. Min Hangyuan opened his eyes slightly, "Master, has he left the customs?"

"Well," Meng Yunchi pressed his forehead against his, and touched his face: "Have you been waiting for me?"

"Yes," Min Hangyuan grabbed his hand, "waiting for Master to come out."

Meng Yunchi smiled, raised his hand to put something into his mouth, then bent down, put his lips on Min Hangyuan's lips, and slowly passed the thing over.

As the elixir entered his throat, a warm current spread from Min Hangyuan's body from the inside out, soothing all the discomfort in his body, and the effect was even more outstanding than Meng Yunchi's blood.

"From now on, you don't have to worry about that problem anymore, don't worry."

Min Hangyuan groaned and moved to the side, "It's still a bit uncomfortable, Master, come up to accompany me."

Meng Yunchi gave a "tsk", but did not refuse, and shared a bed with him, covered with a brocade quilt.

In the middle of the night, the streets are silent, not even the sound of insects.

A shadow leaped from the roof of the building, occasionally stopped to look around, and disappeared into the streets and alleys after a while.

"Master." The black shadow lightly jumped down from the roof, half-kneeling down towards the center of the hall, with a respectful gesture.

The man in the middle of the hall stood with his hands behind his back, his voice was very soft and weak, but still undiminished: "You have failed again."

Wen Yin clenched his fists tightly.

"Wen Yin is useless."

"You're not useless," the man turned around slowly, "You're half-hearted."

Wen Yin was silent, not daring to look up at him.

"Wen Yin," the man sighed, and gradually walked out of the shadow in the lobby, "When did you have such thoughts that you shouldn't have?"

He closed his eyes, and never opened them even when he was walking. There were slender and extended lines on half of his face, and he looked a little sinister.

"Master," Wen Yin's lips moved, he bowed his head and said, "Wen Yin is willing to be punished."

"..."

In the dead silence, the man stretched out his hand to Wen Yin, and pressed his fingertips against his forehead. His fingers were pale and slender, showing a sickness and lack of popularity that penetrated into the bone marrow: "Are you... you don't want to continue anymore?"

"I've been lying in wait for many years but I can't find the best time. He has always been indifferent, and it is difficult to touch others' minds. After finally waiting for such an opportunity, you are retreating now. Why?" The man spoke without haste, but Every word was stabbed in Wen Yin's heart like a knife, "Could it be because the person beside him is not you? You were the one who resented his abuse in the previous life and threw him to Minhangyuan until he died. In this life, Mingli You are the one who is peeping in the dark, lying in ambush while harboring thoughts that shouldn't be there."

"The same body, but with a new core that treats you better, and you fell like this?"

A piercing smile appeared on the man's face: "Wen Yin, your heart is really worthless."

Wen Yin's body trembled, and his eyes slightly closed: "They are not the same person." The one who abused him in his previous life was just a fake who occupied the magpie's nest. He is not the real husband. The tenderness that can't be traced is more touching than the spring breeze in March.

He was reluctant.

I don't want to hurt such a gentleman.

"He did treat you better than before." The man pinched his neck casually: "But you have to remember, who in your previous life brought you back to life after being brutally tortured by Meng Yunchi's hands."

"Yes," Wen Yin opened his mouth uncontrollably under the tightening force, "I owe my master my life."

"So you repay me like this? Don't forget, I can give you your cultivation, and I can take it back at any time."

Wen Yin was pinched almost speechless by him.

"But...they already...know...know, I...who..."

"So what," the man smiled, his pale face was as gorgeous as poppies when he smiled, and his lips were blood red, "As long as he loses his love, my chance will come."

"Once Min Hangyuan dies, I don't believe he will remain unmoved."

Wen Yin closed his eyes, "Yes."

In the depths of Cheng Huazong, someone was sleeping on an empty ice jade bed, opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up with frowns.

He deduced it many times, but still couldn't deduce anything. Instead, he spent a lot of energy and blood, and his lips gradually turned white.

Fengxi murmured: "Ziyi...it's you again"

What are you going to do this time?

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-10-2721:47:50~2020-10-2822:22:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 drunk beauty;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: sleepy cat, 5 bottles of Huiyueye; ≧?≦?(☆?☆)^O^1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!