Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

In the early morning, even the Misty City has a different scenery than usual.

There was still some dew in the forest, which fell on the window sill, was caught by Cheng Yuzhi with one hand, and rolled down from his palm.

Since his brother went back that day, he has not seen Yu Ziframe again.

A person was imprisoned here by the Misty Patriarch, and the only things he could see were the managers and servants who came and went.

The ancestor of the mist would come once a day, but Cheng Yunzhi couldn't figure out how often he came, sometimes he came in the morning, sometimes he had lunch with him, and sometimes he appeared creepily in front of his bed at night, smiling and tucking him in the quilt.

Xiao Cheng was lying on the bed, without blinking his eyes, watching the red-clothed devil approaching him, just to tuck in the quilt.

Patriarch Miwu asked him to sleep quickly, Cheng Yuzhi moved his eyes, but still did not close them.

Just like that, a few days passed in a daze.

Cheng Yunzhi got up in the morning, and when he stretched out his hand to catch the dew, he quietly felt his injury deeply.

The basic part has basically been restored, so there is no big problem. Even if the bones may be a little loose, it doesn't matter to practitioners.

Pat, the cold dew fell into the crack of the ground along the lines of his palm.

The red-clothed demon appeared behind him, took his hand, and slowly wiped Cheng Yunzhi's palm clean, scorning the dew, daring to contaminate a part of his young disciple's body.

Seeing his newly brought long hair scattered, his brows and eyes are tired, his young face is fair, and the fluff on his face is almost white.

Those brows were deeply frowned, as if they were enduring something.

The Misty Patriarch smiled and led him to sit down in front of the mirror.

"Since you are in our sect, you can't act like a fairy," the ancestor in red brought a comb, wanting to comb his hair himself, Cheng Yunzhi struggled a bit, but was held down by the ancestor Miwu's shoulders threateningly, He closed his eyes and silently agreed, "After a while, you can change into our uniform."

His head was pressed, and he was combed into a rather evil scorpion braid, which hung down long behind his back, and gray-brown bird tail feathers were woven along the top.

The two thin shoulder blades are tightly clamped, like a pair of wings of a bird or beast about to take off.

Cheng Yunzhi opened his eyes, and the mirror in front of him was clear, and he didn't look like himself at all.

The two were one tall and the other low. The Misty Patriarch looked in the mirror and was extremely satisfied with his craftsmanship.

Like pinching a little baby who would run away, he semi-compulsively led Cheng Yuzhi out of the hall, and walked around in front of everyone, showing off his new goodies.

The ancestor of the mist said: "Since you entered my door..."

When Cheng Yun heard this, he knew that the main event was coming.

He tensed up and lowered his eyes to avoid revealing his emotions to the mist ancestor and causing unnecessary trouble.

Sure enough, the red-clothed demon smiled and said, "Since you have entered our sect, you have to start practicing our sect's skills. Pupil, are you ready?"

Cheng Yunzhi prepared for so many days just for this one sentence.

He nodded without hesitation: "I'm ready."

Patriarch Miwu looked at him strangely, and said: "I thought that even Taoist cultivators would find it difficult to accept this exercise, but I didn't expect this little disciple to accept it very quickly."

Cheng Yunzhi said vaguely, "There will always be such a day."

The red-clothed devil thought for a while, and handed over the scroll that recorded the exercises to Cheng Yunzhi, asking him to practice under his nose.

Cheng Yunzhi was terrified, but he had to obey his will and start to practice quietly.

The Misty Patriarch guarded him for several hours, and saw him go from being calm to flushed, and finally spat out a mouthful of blood, and opened his eyes in embarrassment.

The ancestor didn't care about this result at all. After all, it is much more difficult to become a demon from Taoism than a mortal directly. It is normal not to succeed once.

He Shi Shiran laughed: "Little apprentice, you did a good job."

He got up, pulled the hem of the robe, walked over in person, and pulled Cheng Yunzhi up.

Thoughtfully said: "That's all for today."

But Cheng Yuzhi opened his eyes, looked at him with a burning expression, and said in a low voice, "If I stop here, I won't be able to be this disciple."

Patriarch Misty was a little curious: "Have you figured it out?"

Cheng Yunzhi turned his eyes away, not looking directly at him.

The ancestor of the mist smiled, quite relieved: "It's good that you figure it out, and the hard work of taking care of the teacher these days is not in vain."

Cheng Yuzhi didn't say a word, and he led him back to the bedroom to rest.

The steward and a group of servants were like a swarm of bees returning to the hive, and surrounded him in a flash, booing his health up and down, but Cheng Yuzhi waved his hand away wearily.

For a while, Cheng Yunzhi and Patriarch Misty were left in the room.

At this time, the ancestor of the mist did not have much arrogance of a high-level demon cultivator. He simply poured himself a cup of tea, drank it, and said disgustedly: "It's been cold for a long time."

Cheng Yuzhi also imitated his appearance, drank it all in one gulp, and successfully coughed out a sound.

The Miwu Patriarch laughed loudly and said, "Little disciple, be careful, choking on water is not a good thing."

With great difficulty, Cheng Yuzhi straightened out his anger, put on a show, brought out a few problems encountered in today's practice, and put them in front of Miwu Patriarch, expressing that he was really practicing hard.

The Misty Patriarch was quite pleased.

He took the opportunity to follow, and wanted to collect some information when the other party was in a good mood.

"Old Ancestor," he asked softly, "soon I will become a demon and become your official disciple... But, the disciple still has concerns."

"How?"

"I want to send my senior brother home," Cheng Yuzhi said disappointedly, the corners of his eyes glistened, and even his long eyelashes trembled slightly, "He shouldn't continue to live here."

The ancestor of the mist said indifferently: "Yes, you don't have to ask me about this small matter."

It's a way for the devil to seduce people's hearts.

He glanced at Cheng Yun and said with a smile, "Do you want to leave?"

"If you want to leave, you can."

Cheng Yuzhi took a deep breath and shook his head quickly: "I am quite satisfied with the present, and I don't need to leave."

The Misty Patriarch smiled and said, "That's right."

Right under Cheng Yuzhi's eyelids, Patriarch Miwu took out a radiant stone, put it lightly in his palm, and motioned him to look down: "I'll give this to you. I want to take it Whether you want to play it or break it and listen to it, it’s all up to you.”

Cheng Yunzhi stared at the stone tightly, unable to speak.

Misty Stone...

"However, I think you also know," Patriarch Misty finally threatened him, "It doesn't matter who you want to let go, but I will deploy people around... At least, my little disciples can't escape with me."

Cheng Yun agreed, "Don't worry."

Just like that, the Misty Stone easily fell into Cheng Yuzhi's hands. He was still in a daze, unable to believe it. Could it be that what he was holding in his hand was the real Misty Stone?

He tried it many times with spiritual power, and it was indeed true.

With it, you can tear apart the enchantment and leave here.

Cheng Yunzhi's first reaction was to ask his brother to take this stone and go to the border to test its authenticity;

If it is true, I will take everyone out and leave this ghost place together!

However, this idea was rejected when Yu Ziframe was allowed to meet at night.

Senior Brother said: "We left with the Misty Stone in our arms, what about Zhizhi? Does Zhizhi want to be left here alone, to be the devil's apprentice?"

It was difficult for Cheng Yuzhi to speak for a while, he was silent for a moment, walked to the window sill, and just pushed the window lightly, he could see countless overlapping figures standing outside, protecting the bedroom where he lived.

Even a bird can hardly fly out, not to mention the two of them are alive...

and many more!

For the past two days, Cheng Yuzhi has been so focused on pretending that he failed in cultivating magic arts that he almost forgot that he still carries the secret method from the sect!

In countless times, the spell that helped him escape!

Yu Ziframe raised his eyes, looked at the junior brother gently, and said very firmly: "In any case, I should get out from here."

Cheng Yuzhi held his hand, his gaze was firm: "Let's go together."

With the help of the secret method of shifting locations, they covered their bodies, left the hall, and escaped from the huge cage of the City Lord's Mansion.

The two left the city lord's mansion and went to the border, and found that as long as they brought the mist stone and aroused the breath on it, the barrier could be easily torn apart, revealing a dark opening with a faint light.

Great temptation.

But when the barrier was torn apart, the earth shook and the mountains shook.

The commotion was too great, beyond their expectation, it was impossible to take people away quietly.

The two watched the opening close and did nothing else. Before the guards came, they quickly hid their figures and went back to the shed area tacitly.

Cheng Yunzhi appeared, and took two steps slowly: "Brother, you didn't go out."

Yu Ziframe: "Aren't you too."

They returned to the lively shed, who knows that lively here is not a compliment.

There were people crying and shouting to become a demon cultivator, even if they were cannibals, they were fearless, and they were stopped by everyone.

You say what you say, even if you don't believe it yourself, you must first pull back those who plan to defect from the group.

However, more people find out in despair that without any spiritual roots, even if they want to mutate into human-eating monsters, they can't do it.

They pull people with spiritual roots together, move them with emotion and reason, and talk about philosophy, asking them not to abandon themselves.

No one wants to be an outcast.

Therefore, the shed area has everything, and it is very lively, but it has nothing to do with happiness.

Cheng Yunzhi pursed his lips and stepped forward.

Soon someone saw him, recognized him, and screamed with great surprise, "Guide! The guide is back!"

Countless people gathered around, watching Cheng Yuzhi carefully take out a radiant stone from his arms, raised his eyebrows high, and seriously announced: "We can leave!"

The more he shouted, the more he believed, and tears gradually filled his eyes: "We can leave!"

Countless people followed him and cheered: "Leave! Get out of here!"

With so many people tearing apart the barrier and leaving, there must be a lot of movement, and they will definitely be hunted down by the demon cultivators in the city. They need to gather more power to disperse the guards of the City Lord's Mansion.

So he stayed for another two days, contacting the Taoist cultivators and mortals who were still free in the city.

A Daoist once met told them that because the Misty City has a tradition of blood sacrifice and blood food every year, there may be countless people imprisoned in prison to serve as blood food.

It might be better to let them out.

"But……"

Cheng Yunzhi hesitated for a moment, then was stopped by Yu Zijian, not letting him speak, Cheng Yunzhi had no choice but to swallow it by himself.

Yu Ziframe understood what he meant, so wouldn't these people become the first batch of victims under the impact of the magic cultivator?

But it's not necessary, say it now in front of online people.

When the informant left, Cheng Yunzhi hesitated, and waited again for Yu Zijian's hand to be placed on his head.

It is completely different from the cold palm of the ancestor of Misty Fog. Senior brother's hand is warm, although it is not high, it seeps in a little bit.

Yu Ziframe: "There's no need to say it out. You've opened up a way out for them. Can you run out and see how good they are?" He paused, "In short, you can't think about saving everyone."

Cheng Yunzhi was a little disappointed, but he hid it well: "Okay."

He seriously discussed the plan with his senior brother: "At that time, senior brother will hold the mist stone and open the enchantment in front, and I will be at the bottom. They will see that I am a disciple of the ancestor, so they will not make heavy moves. .”

Unexpectedly, Yu Ziframe shook his head.

He said: "The mist stone is something given to you by the mist. It will be easier to open when it is contaminated with your breath. Let me lure away the chasing demon guards and take them to another place, and then open it again." Quickly open the enchantment."

Cheng Yun was taken aback for a moment, the deal he made with Patriarch Miwu was to let his brothers go, and he would stay as Patriarch Miwu's real disciple.

But if Senior Brother came like this, wouldn't the plan be messed up!

Will the ancestor break the contract because of this, and personally hunt them down? !

He gritted his teeth and went against his brother's wishes for the first time: "No, take it, I'll lure them away."

The author has something to say:

I personally think that the knife is not big, Xiao Cheng escaped very successfully!Don't scare yourself, everyone!