They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

"I know you can hear me."

Mo Nianhuan: "..." Isn't it more embarrassing not to open your eyes at this time? What kind of magical development is this? Didn't Mo Xianfan say that he is him? What is he doing now?

But no matter what you do, you are messing with his mentality.

Just take one step at a time.

But if Mo Xianfan really just wanted to use him as a tool for revenge, then he would never be persuaded.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Mo Nianhuan pushed Mo Xianfan away, then silently moved to the side to close his slightly opened skirt, even though he is in the sea of ​​consciousness now, he still has to maintain his innocence to some extent.

Not to mention the absurd self and myself.

Seeing that Mo Nianhuan resisted his approach so much, Mo Xianfan raised his eyebrows and raised his hands, signaling not to touch him: "That is, you have heard what I said, everything I said is true, and now our seven souls have not recovered It is the best time to cultivate Dao Ruqing, listen to me."

Mo Nianhuan was a little speechless with Mo Xianfan's overbearing attitude: "Why do you say what you say, this body is mine now, what I want to do is my business, you don't want to control me."

It is said that Mo Xianfan now exists in his body with the existence of the primordial spirit turned into a magic fruit, Mo Xianfan also said that they are the same person, but why does he feel that his and Mo Xianfan's personalities are completely opposite, the Mo Xianfan in front of him It is also completely different from the character of Mo Xianfan I saw in my memory.

In my memory, Mo Xianfan should be a straightforward person who dares to love and hate, but the Mo Xianfan in front of him exudes hatred and evil all over his body, why is this?

Is it possible that the failure of his seven souls to reset will affect the character of Mo Xianfan Yuanshen?

"I can't control you, I can only persuade you." Mo Xianfan twitched his fingertips, as if he was feeling the remaining fragments of the world-destroying black lotus powder, and said in a casual tone: "I pursued Shen Yuanyu for so long, I almost paid the price of my life for him, but how did he respond to me? He thought that I was deceiving him, using my identity as a demon cultivator to approach him and want to destroy the fairy gate. I didn't really love him, even The sword pierced my heart, wouldn't you hate it if it was you?"

"What if there is a misunderstanding?" Mo Nianhuan replied subconsciously, even he was taken aback when he said this, because there was always one thing that he himself was unwilling to misunderstand Shen Yuanyu's trust.

Including the words that Shen Yuanyu was a heartless person that always came from his ears when he entered the text at the beginning, he was not willing to misunderstand.

"How can there be a misunderstanding? Didn't you see it in the fragment of the world-destroying black lotus? Shen Yuanyu's sword almost knocked us out of our wits, but I have all the memories."

Mo Nianhuan frowned: "I'm not you, the past memories have nothing to do with me, I only know Shen Yuanyu now, don't substitute me for you."

Seeing that Mo Nianhuan was protecting Shen Yuanyu, Mo Xianfan was a little annoyed, leaned forward and approached, raised his hand and squeezed Mo Nianhuan's chin to force people to look at him:

"you do not believe me?"

This questioning tone made Mo Nianhuan a little disgusted, he turned away and slapped Mo Xianfan's hand away, and met Mo Xianfan's eyes full of anger, with a decisive attitude:

"I am Mo Nianhuan, not Mo Xianfan. I don't want to repeat this sentence. I don't know and don't want to know about the grievances between you and Shen Yuanyu. I only know that Shen Yuanyu is my master now. He has tried to protect me several times. I was injured, I will remember his kindness to me. You have to take revenge yourself, anyway, haven’t you found your body yet, why didn’t you find it yourself?”

The four eyes were facing each other in silence, and no one had the intention of giving in.

At the end, Mo Xianfan lowered his eyes, only to hear him chuckle, with a bit of self-mockery.

"After all, you chose Shen Yuanyu instead of me." As he spoke, he raised his eyes, and the eyes that fell on Mo Nianhuan gradually deepened, and the emotions revealed in the bottom of the eyes became violent: "Then don't blame me."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Nianhuan felt his eyes darken, and his body fell weightlessly, as if falling into the boundless darkness and would be swallowed at any time.

I don't know how long it took, and there was a slight 'crackling' sound next to my ear, as if someone was burning something, the sound of burning flames jumping.

Mo Nianhuan frowned, slowly opened his drooping eyelids, and what came into view was a spacious and dark cave, and the only light source was the fire not far away.

He turned his head to the side, and the man in black with his back to him in front of the fire was lighting a fire.

Slightly propped up, the coat covering him fell off, Mo Nianhuan picked up the coat suspiciously, looked at the thinly dressed man who started the fire, and recalled his original situation.

No, wasn't he trapped on the mountain by Miracle Doctor Naluo?How did it come out now?

"woke up?"

A deep and hoarse voice came, and Mo Nianhuan stared at the back of the man in black for a long time without averting his gaze: "...Did you rescue me?"

Where does this sound seem to have been heard before?

"Yeah." The man in black turned around slowly.

Mo Nianhuan had an involuntary look of anticipation in his heart for a moment, but when he saw the man in black wearing a mask, he couldn't help feeling a little bit disappointed.

The masked man in black threw the wood in his hand into the fire, and the fire burned more vigorously, making the cave where the breeze was gusting a lot warmer, then he stood up and walked towards Mo Nianhuan.

"How did you save me?" Mo Nianhuan saw the man in black come to sit beside him and sat down, looking at the sharp side face of the man in black under the mask: "Do you know who I am?"

"You are a magician."

Mo Nianhuan's expression was slightly subtle, wasn't it, could it be that he could no longer suppress his devilish energy?He sized up the man in black beside him, giving him an indifference that kept people thousands of miles away.

"Are you a cultivator?"

Putting his hands on his knees, he tried to listen to his breath and wake up Qinglian to suppress the devilish energy in his body. Now, no matter what, he was afraid that someone would discover that he, a disciple of the Fenglin Shen family, had devilish energy on him, and if he was in the world of cultivating immortals It would be too presumptuous to wander around.

After all, the people of Xianmen are so indiscriminately disgusted with demon cultivators.

Not to mention that the miracle doctor Luo already knew that he was a demon cultivator, and he was probably close to telling the world that Mo Nianhuan was a demon, and he had lived unscrupulously in the Fenglin Chen family for 20 years.

"Yeah." The man in black simply said in horror: "I passed by the soul-returning tree forest that day and saw a movement. When I walked in, I found you lying under the tree, so I took you down the mountain."

Mo Nianhuan didn't know what happened later, but he lost consciousness. He only knew that the magic fruit had harmed him a lot. Not only did he not have time to see Shen Baiyi's last side, but he was also pulled into the sea of ​​consciousness by Mo Xianfan for no reason.

He hugged his knees and pressed his forehead against it, sighing heavily.

"Then don't get close to me, I'm a demon."

A sense of powerlessness came over him, and he didn't know why all of this would develop like this, as if without Shen Yuanyu, he would be nothing.Now that Shen Baiyi is lost, Shen Wanqi and Shen Qianyu don't know where to go.

That's what it feels like to lose everything overnight.

"Will you kill me?"

Mo Nianhuan was taken aback for a moment, and he turned his head to look at the man in black: "Why should I kill you?"

"Didn't you let me get close to you? I thought you demon cultivators would kill people if they were unhappy." The man in black tore off the coat covering Mo Nianhuan's body, and put it on his lap: "It's a bit cold , cover together."

This action undoubtedly did not mind that Mo Nianhuan was a demon cultivator, otherwise he would not have known that it was a demon cultivator who saved people, and immortal cultivators were not philanthropists, and everyone was merciful.

Mo Nianhuan was amused by the action of the man in black, so he lowered his head and laughed.

The laughter was crisp, and the black hair inadvertently ran across the back of his hand, and the fingertips of the man in black trembled.

The brow under the mask frowned slightly.

"I won't kill people casually." Mo Nianhuan leaned against the man in black, their arms stuck together, and the warmth passed through the clothes: "I'm fine."

"You're quite confident." The man in black raised his hand towards the fire not far away, and the fire in the fire was a little hotter, illuminating the cave: "I haven't heard that the magic cultivator is good."

"But you still saved me." Mo Nianhuan put his arms around the shoulders of the man in black, and smiled like a good buddy, "Dare you ask my brother's name? My name is Mo Nianhuan. Are you also here to practice? We can be together!"

In this, the willows and flowers that appear when you are alone when you are desperate, don’t mean that there is a person next to you, even if it is a stranger, but it can be regarded as a companion, although this companion looks a bit cold.

The arms hanging around the neck were slender and extraordinarily fair, and the slightly cool skin temperature made the eyes of the man in black under the mask a little darker, like a pool of water shrouded in thick fog.

But the roots of her ears were quietly flushed, and she was extremely innocent.

"Are you like this with everyone outside?"

Mo Nianhuan was taken aback by the slightly serious questioning tone of the man in black, and then noticed that the man's ears were red: "Ah? How am I?"

"It's inappropriate to hook your shoulders and hang your back."

Mo Nianhuan: "..." Looking at the reddish ears, the corners of his lips resisted the upward curve, and he leaned in front of the mask of the man in black to deliberately tease: "This is not proper? You are not a monk with a heartless heart Right? Or an innocent boy?"

"you……"

Mo Nianhuan wasn't funny anymore, but his mood improved a lot, and he regained his serious face: "You haven't told me your name yet."

"Sijun."

"Which Sijun?"

"Looking at the sky and clouds at dawn, thinking about you when you walk, and thinking about you when you sit."

The cave was empty, and the voice of the man in black was deep and hoarse but concealed an imperceptible gentleness, like cold and clear water flowing over the pebbles, and the speed of the water inadvertently slowed down as it passed the pebbles.

Mo Nianhuan fell into the eyes under the mask, and Mo Nianhuan was in a trance for a moment.

"Sijun, can I see what you look like? You seem to be an acquaintance of mine."

Sijun picked up a branch on the side, raised his hand and threw it towards the fire. Hearing what Mo Nianhuan said, he said calmly, "Are you a demon cultivator who hooks up with people so casually?"

After speaking, he stood up and made a gesture to leave.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Mo Nianhuan immediately stopped him: "Hey wait for me, I'll go with you."

Sijun paused, and he turned his head: "You want to come with me?"

These words seem to have a deep meaning, and just tasting can give five, six, seven or eight meanings.

"Yes, of course I will go with you after you saved me." Mo Nianhuan hugged Sijun's arm tightly, with a firm look of never letting go: "I will go wherever you go, if you If you want to practice, I can accompany you!"

Finally, there is someone who doesn't dislike him as a demon cultivator, so he must not let it go.

"Do you know what you are?" Sijun said.

"What?" Mo Nianhuan thought what Sijun was going to say and listened carefully.

"Marry a chicken as a chicken, marry a dog as a dog."

Mo Nianhuan: "..."

Good guy, this cool guy is taking advantage of him.But it doesn't matter, as long as he is not alone!

He tightly hugged Sijun's arm and did not let go.

"You can be a chicken or a dog if you want, as long as you don't dislike me, I won't dislike you."

I only heard a deep smile coming from my ear:

"it is good."