Stunning monster, soft and cute

Thinking of this, Mo Bei let out a sigh of relief, "Linggu, I have something urgent to do, so I can't accompany you to suffer, you can suffer here slowly!"

After speaking, the man turned around and quickly jumped out of the window.

Moxi thought for a while and asked Linggu, "Is the life experience you just said true?"

Linggu nodded and said seriously: "It's true!"

Moxi covered her mouth and looked shocked, "You are Zhu Yan's half-brother!"

After finishing speaking, the man jumped out of the window and followed Mo Dong.

Linggu blinked his eyes, looked at the direction Moxi left, and muttered to himself in a daze, "When did I say that I am Zhu Yanshangxian's half-brother?"

I frowned and thought for a while, "Huh? Why do you feel that there is something wrong with the 'twins' of 'same mother'?"

Linggu thought for a while, but still couldn't figure it out, but fortunately, he stopped thinking about it.

The man lay on the bed again and fell asleep.

Outside, between the cliffs separating Jing'an Peak and Xianpai, a white figure was busy.

From night to day when the sky turned fish-belly white, he didn't rest for a moment, and the broken hair on his forehead was already soaked with sweat.

………………

Ye Youming propped his chin with his hand, half lying lazily on the jade chair carved with snake patterns.

His complexion is usual gloomy, his misty phoenix eyes are gently closed, crow-feather eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids, a strand of dark red hair hangs down on his tall nose bridge, making his skin look more and more tender. His pale body exuded a luxurious and dark aura.

Especially because the eyebrows are slightly furrowed, which adds a bit of melancholy and relief.

People are as quiet as water in a deep pool, calm with mystery, faint with danger, and haunted by endless loneliness and loneliness.

At this moment, Ye Youming's pinna moved slightly.

He heard footsteps stopping in front of the bedroom door, followed by a knock on the door.

"Come in." Ye Youming slowly opened his eyes.

The red pupils are cold and strange.

At the same time, the witch came to him and saluted: "Mozun, I have completed the task you gave me and destroyed the Wangyou Bridge in the ghost world."

Ye Youming nodded slightly, indicating that the witch could go down.

But the witch didn't intend to leave.

"What else is there?" Ye Youming asked.

The witch said "Hi", and said frankly and leniently: "I went to the fairy world to see the Spirit Valley."

Ye Youming had expected it a long time ago, and he didn't even want to pursue it.

He just waved his hand, let the witch go back, he wanted to be alone.

However, the witch still did not leave.

Ye Youming didn't ask her any more, picked up the wine bottle on the table, slowly tasted the mellow wine inside, and waited for the witch to speak.

"The millet has turned into a human being, with the appearance of a fairy on the vermilion face..."

With a "click", the wine bottle in Ye Youming's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The witch was startled, and she didn't dare to continue talking.

At this moment, Ye Youming was sitting up straight, with thin lips tightly pursed, and his usual calm expression was already emotional, but his eyes were filled with ice and snow, and he was shocked but calm, obviously he was sure that he heard the words correctly just now.

Seeing Ye Youming's expression, the witch began to worry that instead of helping Linggu, she would harm Linggu.

After all, Ye Youming's personality is cloudy and uncertain, making it difficult for people to figure it out.

"It was Chu Lianhua who helped him transform into a human being, and even... the appearance of Zhu Yan!"

Ye Youming's bloodthirsty red pupils narrowed dangerously.

His long and slender fingertips hidden in the sleeves were trembling, uncontrollably.

The appearance of that little beast at the beginning was definitely not a coincidence. What exactly is Chu Lianhua going to do?

To deliberately turn him into Zhu Yan's appearance, and...

How much does he resemble Zhu Yan?

Ye Youming's dark red pupils looked at the witch. In the six worlds, every creature has a different degree of recognition of the same object, so the witch is too exaggerated!

In Ye Youming's eyes, the witch has always been a little devil who easily exaggerates things.

While Ye Youming was thinking, the door of the bedroom was knocked again, followed by Mo Dong's voice, "My lord, I have something very important to report to you."

"Come in." Ye Youming fixed his eyes on Mo Dong and Mo Xi who pushed the door and came in, as if they already had a guess in their hearts.

After entering the bedroom, Mo Dong didn't see Mo Nan's figure, doubts arose in his eyes, so he said first: "My lord, hasn't Mo Nan come back?"

After Mo Dong left from Linggu, he met Mo Bei on the road. He knew the exact time when Mo Nan left Xianpai, so at this time, there was no accident. Mo Nan had already arrived at the Demon Palace, but he didn't see anyone.

"Tell me what you want to report." Ye Youming's voice was cold, obviously he didn't care about Mo Nan's affairs at all.

Although Mo Dong was a little worried about Mo Nan, he didn't dare to disobey Ye Youming, and hurriedly said, "My lord, Linggu has transformed into a human being, with the appearance of an immortal Zhu Yan."

On the side, Moxi said again: "Linggu said that he and Zhuyan Shangxian are brothers of the same father and mother, but he was born hundreds of years later than Zhuyan Shangxian..."

"You can pull it down." Mo Dong really can't listen to where Mo Xi is out of nothing, "The fox father and fox mother of Zhu Yanshangxian didn't cultivate immortality, so they died early. I am afraid that even the bones and dregs have rotted away in hundreds of years. What else do you use to come to the Valley of Life!"

Just as Moxi was about to speak, Ye Youming said, "Everyone get out."

After finishing speaking, Ye Youming closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Mo Dong and the witch looked at each other tacitly - what does he mean?

Seeing this, Mo Dong couldn't help asking: "My lord, what should we do in Linggu?"

Both the witch and Mexico looked at Ye Youming, waiting for his answer.

Ye Youming said without opening his eyes, "No change."

What?constant!Then Linggu would still be killed.

Mo Dong said again as if reminding: "My lord, now Linggu has transformed into a human being, and he still looks like a fairy!"

Both the witch and Mexico nodded in agreement.

Ye Youming slowly opened his red pupils, and glanced at Mo Dong faintly, but this glance contained a frosty deterrent force, "Could it be that you want to be the master of this seat?"

"The subordinates dare not." Mo Dong was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

Ye Youming closed his eyes, "Get out."

The witch stuck her tongue out, and she was scolded, and the three of them left in despair.

After leaving Ye Youming's bedroom, the witch sighed and worried about Linggu, "What should we do, can we save Guzi?

Mo Dong raised his brows extremely high, "I can only hope that Chu Lianhua can protect him." With a heavy worry in his eyes, "I'm afraid something happened to Mo Nan!"

…………

A dark room without any light.

"Clattering!" The ferocious sound of iron chains was ear-piercing and abrupt in the dark room.

Mo Nan sat on the corner of the bed in a daze, his white and clear ankles were tightly wrapped by thick black iron chains, and locked on the hard diamond bed legs.

Even if he exhausted his cultivation and mana, he still couldn't break free.

At this moment, there was a slight sound, and Mo Nan suddenly raised his eyes, staring in the direction of the door.

The next moment, the dark iron door was pushed open, and the light pouring in from outside the door hurt Mo Nan's eyes.

The visitor stood against the light, his face was hidden in the shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

However, Mo Nan trembled violently when he saw the visitor. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were thin red, revealing the beauty of fragility and brokenness, and he said hoarsely, "How long will you torture me?"

"For more than 300 years, who is torturing whom?"

Junhuai Mausoleum approached Mo Nan, pinched Mo Nan's chin with his fingers like iron pliers, raised it up, forcing Mo Nan to look directly into his eyes, his voice was as low as a guqin, and full of vicissitudes of life, "You deceive me!" For 300 years, this deity has been sad for 300 years, this deity has gone to the underworld, and even went to the chaotic space beyond the six realms to find your soul for 300 years, and this deity has died countless times."

Speaking of this, he smiled, "But this deity does not age or die, and will be reborn after death. It is rebirth countless times. Death and life are just a cycle, so Sufeng, if you want to escape, this deity will let you live forever." By this deity's side, if you die, this deity will find your soul and restore your memory, and you will never get rid of this deity."

After all, Jun Huailing sneered darkly and kept on.

Mo Nan collapsed instantly and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

Jun Huailing's deep and three-dimensional face outlined a mocking smile, "Why? I should ask you this sentence. Back then, I was so kind to you. Even though the desire was strong, I tried my best to endure it. I am afraid that your body will bear it. I can't help it, I will have sex with you when your body can bear it, but how did you do it?"

He pinched Mo Nan's chin with his fingers because of the hatred in his heart, and exerted more strength: "You lied to me that I was blown up to death, and you are happy outside."

Cold sweat trickled down Mo Nan's forehead, enduring the sharp pain from his chin, and said with difficulty: "You have never done anything to humiliate me, and you are only one step away..."

Jun Huailing interrupted Mo Nan's words, "Okay, since you said so, I will make up for that step." After finishing speaking, he roughly pressed Mo Nan on the ground with his hands like iron tongs. on the bed.

"Tear it" tore off Mo Nan's clothes, and stabbed himself in all of them.

Hot and hot against sticky and delicate.

The tearing of thousands of turns runs through.

Mo Nan was tortured so much that he passed out countless times, but woke up again and again in that pain.

………………

Linggu slept until dawn.

He sat up and pulled his eyelids, "Why are all the eyelids jumping!"

After thinking for a while, she said: "The witch said that the left eyelid can make money and the right eyelid can cause disaster."

Linggu got off the bed with bare feet, walked to the bronze mirror with unsteady steps, and looked at himself in the mirror, "Is this my left eyelid or my right eyelid?"

That's right, Lingu doesn't distinguish between left and right.

Just as Linggu was trying to figure out whether the eyelids he was twitching at the moment were left or right, there was a knock on the bedroom door.