Stunning monster, soft and cute

Jun Huailing hugged Mo Nan into his arms.

Touching his flat belly with one hand, "Feng'er will feel the baby move in two months."

Mo Nan was enchanted by Jun Huailing, and he was in a deep sleep of consciousness, without any perception.

Jun Huailing sat on a chair with Mo Nan in his arms, "When Feng'er gives birth to our child, we will be together as a family, I will not give up my god seat and come down to find you."

Qing Ruo lost one of his shoes, and when Mo Bei found out, the soles of his feet had been ground to a bloody mess.

Mo Bei raised his hand angrily and wanted to hit him, but his hand froze in mid-air.

"This body belongs to Lan Yin!"

Qing Ruo was frightened and hugged her head, squatting on the ground and not daring to move.

Mo Bei's eyes fell on his bloody foot, and he gritted his teeth and said, "That's my master's foot, but you don't know how to cherish it at all."

Qing Ruo was mentally retarded, and was very afraid of Mo Bei. Even if she accidentally dropped her shoes while walking, she didn't dare to say anything, and followed Mo Bei closely with her bare feet.

The more Mo Bei looked at Qing Ruo, the more angry he became, but he tried his best not to hit Qing Ruo.

Afraid of hurting Lan Yin's body.

He grabbed Qing Ruo and brutally dragged him to a nearby hospital to treat the wound on his foot.

After treating Qingruo's wound, the doctor told Mo Bei not to let Qingruo walk for the time being in order to prevent Qingruo's wound from getting infected and inflamed.

What Mo Bei cared most about was Lan Yin's body, and he didn't want this body to be damaged in the slightest.

So he could only walk with Qing Ruo in his arms, not letting his feet touch the ground.

It's hot in summer, and Mo Bei is hot enough to walk alone, let alone walk with Qing Ruo in his arms.

There was already a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

Seeing this, Qing Ruo grabbed his sleeves and wiped his sweat.

Although Qingruo is stupid, she is still very careful when doing things.

It actually made Mo Bei see Lan Yin's shadow.

He looked at Qing Ruo who was wiping his sweat earnestly, "I think it's because he occupies Lan Yin's body, so he looks a bit like Lan Yin."

Qing Ruo is mentally incompetent, so she won't answer Mo Bei's words.

Mo Bei looked at him for a moment, then moved on.

He wants to take him to Daoist Lin Yun.

Daoist Lin Yun can drive away the demons that seize the human body.

Mo Bei's purpose in looking for him is obvious.

arrived at the destination.

Mo Beijiang briefly explained Qingruo's situation to Daoist Lin Yun.

Lin Yun approached Qingruo, released her consciousness, and went to Qingruo's brain field to find out what kind of fairy he was, so that he could prescribe the right medicine, and use any method to drive him out of Lanyin's body .

Qing Ruo recognized life, shrank in a corner, trembling.

A pair of phoenix eyes glistened with tears.

In Mo Bei's eyes, it always reminded him of Lanyin.

He stared intently at the pitiful Qing Ruo who was huddled in the corner.

If this little demon is driven out of Lan Yin's body, then Lan Yin's body will have no vitality to maintain, that is... he is about to see a corpse!

Sooner or later the body will be wiped out.

Do not! ! !

Mo Bei strode towards Qing Ruo, pulled Qing Ruo who was huddled in the corner of the wall, held Qing Ruo's wrist tightly, turned to look at Lin Yun, and said, "It's been a long time, I've changed my mind, I don't see Jiang Lan The little demon in Yin's body was driven away."

After speaking, he hugged Qingruo and left.

Lin Yun frowned, looking in the direction Mo Bei left.

"I didn't detect Lan Yin's body being occupied by a little demon." After a while, "Then, it means that the little demon Qingruo that Mo Bei said is Lan Yin."

Lin Yun was a little confused, "But Lan Yin committed suicide by taking poison 300 years ago! It was his senior brother Lin Mu who treated him at that time, but it's a pity that he didn't save Lan Yin."

"But what's going on now?"

This matter was too complicated and confusing. Before Lin Yun figured it out, he didn't dare to recklessly tell Mo Bei the things that confused him.

So not long after Mo Bei left, Lin Yun went to find the senior brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time, trying to clarify the matter.

Linggu's hungry legs were weak, and he squatted on the ground to rest his breath before taking a few steps.

The main reason is that Linggu lost too much blood, so he was very weak.

Ye Youming turned around and looked at the small group of Linggu squatting on the ground.

"Not far from Qian Fang is a restaurant."

Linggu really had no strength, so he said softly to Ye Youming, "Master, I can't walk anymore, can you... hug me?"

After Ye Youming stood still for a few breaths, he hugged Ling Gu.

Much lighter again.

Ling Gu leaned his cheek against Ye Youming's strong chest, happiness is so simple for Ling Gu.

When he is tired, he can rely on the chest of the master, and he is satisfied.

"what?"

Linggu's nose flapped.

The familiar smell of meat lingers in the nostrils.

Linggu looked towards the side of the road with his head.

What a coincidence.

It's that bun shop.

Back then, Linggu had no money to buy buns, so he was humiliated by the bun shop owner and pushed into the puddle.

Lingu frowned.

Ye Youming's eyes fell on his frowning brows, and of course, he also noticed that Linggu was looking at the owner of the roadside bun shop, and his longing for the drawers of buns.

Ye Youming changed his route and came to the bun shop.

Lingu looked at him suspiciously.

Ye Youming's deep and pleasant voice sounded above his head: "Want to eat?"

Linggu nodded hurriedly, pointed at the white steamed bun with his little finger, "I want to eat this meaty steamed bun."

Hearing this, Ye Youming twitched his brows and corrected Linggu's mistake, "That's a bun."

"So it's called Baozi!" Linggu said in surprise.

At the same time, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop came over, and as soon as he saw Linggu in Ye Youming's arms, he said, "So it's you, little fool, why are you here again?"

As he said that, he looked at Ye Youming, and began to examine Ye Youming.

Ye Youming's coldness and luxury made the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop a little scared.

Before he could speak, Ye Youming spoke first, "I bought your bun shop."

After finishing speaking, he put Linggu down from his arms, and took out a silver ticket with a face value that could buy ten bun shops from the Qiankun bag.

Seeing such a bank note with such a large face value, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop immediately showed a greedy look, and hurriedly took the bank note from Ye Youming's hand, "Young master, it's not that I don't believe you. It's that this bank note is also fake. I have to go to the bank to verify whether it is true."

"Then you go." Ye Youming said.

"The money shop is not far from here, I will go back when I go." The owner of the bun shop glanced at the buns on the steamer, "The buns in the shop can be eaten casually."

After finishing speaking, I couldn't wait to rush to the bank.

Lingu looked at the steamed stuffed bun owner who was going away, and seemed to have begun to realize some human nature.

"Eat." Ye Youming said.

Lingu was already very hungry, so he grabbed a bun and stuffed it into his small mouth.

Seeing this, Ye Youming raised his brows, disliked eating from Lingu, and didn't know how to wipe his hands before eating, his glazed eyes turned elsewhere, not wanting to see Lingu.

"Cough cough cough~~~"

Lingu coughed in his ears.

Ye Youming wanted to ignore it, but felt that Linggu was uncomfortable, so he turned his eyes to look.

His face was shocked immediately.

At this moment, Linggu's face turned red and he had difficulty breathing.

A steamed stuffed bun choked on itself without biting into the meat.

If I don't save him, I'm afraid my life will die.

Ye Youming hurriedly gave first aid to Linggu, and pulled him back from the gate of hell.

In the end, worried, he threw the steamed stuffed bun in Linggu's hand all the way.

While wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he thought that it was really not easy for Linggu to live to such a big age.

"Master." Linggu apologized, "I will eat little by little in the future, so I won't choke." He was hungry just now, so he was in a hurry.

Pointing to the steamed buns on the steamer with her little finger, she licked her lips and asked curiously, "Why don't they have meat, but smell like meat?"

"Stupid!" Ye Youming sighed softly, raised his hand to pick up a bun, and tore it apart from the middle, revealing the fresh and tender meat filling.

Ling Gu's eyes were clear, and he said excitedly: "So that's how it is!"

As he said, he stretched out his little hand and was about to grab it.

"Crack!" Ye Youming slapped down Linggu's little hand, "It's all oil."

Linggu pitifully rubbed the back of his little red hand that was patted by Ye Youming

Looking eagerly at the meaty steamed bun in Ye Youming's hand, "Master wants to eat it."

As he spoke, Linggu stretched out his pink lilac tongue and hooked it towards the bun.

Ye Youming looked at Linggu's glistening little tongue, his eyes darkened, and he repeated Linggu's words in his heart - Master wants to eat.

He really wanted to eat it.

But now is not the time.

"Come here, I will feed you."

"Huh?" Linggu was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly came to Ye Youming, remembering the scene of the old fox feeding him when he was a cub, he opened his mouth obediently, waiting for Ye Youming to feed him.

However, Ye Youming didn't feed him.

Instead, he squeezed the buns and put the delicious meat stuffing into his mouth.

Linggu watched helplessly, a little anxious, "Master? Flesh! Mine."

What a little vile animal who protects food.

Ye Youming glared at him, slowly chewed the food in his mouth, and then...

Suddenly, he reached out with his long arm, and pulled Linggu into his arms by the waist. When Linggu was in a daze, he slowly bent down, and pressed his perfect light-colored lips on Linggu's lips, and put the mouth in his mouth. The delicately chewed food entered Linggu's small mouth.

Linggu's eyes widened in disbelief, and in an instant, he seemed to fall into a honeypot, surrounded by sweetness, his Adam's apple slipped, and he ate the happiest bite of food in his life, which he will never forget.

The sky in summer is blue, and the birds are flying freely in the sky.

Linggu nestled in Ye Youming's arms enjoying himself, with his eyes half closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Ye Youming raised his head, and threw another steamed stuffed bun in his hand into the garbage basket.

"Get up!"

Linggu immediately got up from Ye Youming's arms, and immediately hiccupped.

Obviously full.

To be precise, he was fed by Ye Youming.

Linggu blushed a little, with a bit of shyness, and said to Ye Youming in a soft voice, full of love: "Thank you, Master." Then said: "Master is thirsty."

Ye Youming also felt dry mouth, "Go to the teahouse."

Linggu seemed to remember something, and hurriedly said: "Master, the owner of the bun shop hasn't come back yet!"

Ye Youming said lightly: "He will never come back."

Ling Gu's eyes trembled slightly, as if he understood something.

Biting his lip, he didn't speak any more, and followed behind Ye Youming.

He knew that Master was avenging him, but he couldn't accept this method.

What made Lingu even more unacceptable was that he walked with Ye Youming for a while and saw the body of the owner of the bun shop.

The cause of death was that his neck was pinched off, and his eyes were also blinded by a blunt instrument, implying that he was blind and offended someone who shouldn't be offended.

Lingu saw Mo Dong and knew that it was Ye Youming who ordered him to kill.

Under such circumstances, Lingu was not in the mood to greet Mo Dong. He avoided the corpse of the owner of the bun shop and walked with Ye Youming for a while, but he couldn't help but say, "Master, in fact, you just teach him a lesson. It’s alright, the ancestors said that killing creates karma, so I think Master has been doing well.”

Ye Youming stopped, staring at Linggu with deep eyes, "Are you blaming me for being too cruel?"

Linggu quickly shook his head, "No, I just want Master to be good, and eventually he can become a demon god, immortal, not need reincarnation, and suffer the pain of purgatory."

Living beings from the five realms who kill and create too much karma will go to hell and be tortured after death.

Ye Youming sneered, "In this regard, you are very similar to Zhu Yan. You are self-righteous and think that you are the holy redeemer, which is ridiculous."

Knowing that Ye Youming would not listen to his persuasion, Linggu stopped talking and pursed his lips.

At this moment, a group of immortal disciples surrounded Linggu.

They had never seen Ye Youming, especially since Ye Youming did not reveal the golem now, and Ye Youming was not close to Linggu, so they all thought that Ye Youming was a passerby.

"Fox, where are you running?"

"This time, you must be escorted back to the sect."

"You are such a heinous demon fox, the head teacher will definitely destroy you, and make you unable to be reborn forever!"

Linggu didn't explain anything anymore. Since coming out of Linghu Valley, he has seen clearly and understood many things. The life here is not as beautiful as he imagined, and has an ugly and deformed side.

Linggu secretly looked at Ye Youming.

Ye Youming watched him coldly.

Lingu understood that Ye Youming was deliberately punishing him.

Let him know how incompetent he is, without his help, he is a waste.

but……

Ling Gu touched his cheek, he would not ignore him.

Ling Gu withdrew his gaze and looked at the disciples in the fairy world who were besieging him, "My master will not let you bully me, you go!"

A disciple immediately laughed mockingly, and said: "I want to pretend to be a tiger, but the tiger has to be here too!"

A group of disciples just came to Blue Water City, so they don't know what's going on in the city.

Now not only Ye Youming and the four guardians are in the city, but Blue Water City has been completely controlled by him. As long as he gives an order, the disciples from the fairy world will be beheaded by other demon generals.

Linggu didn't want innocent people to die because of him, but no one listened to him.

He also regarded him as a heinous demon fox.

At this moment, the disciple who mocked Linggu pulled out the long sword in his waist and walked towards Linggu.

Linggu frowned, and looked at Ye Youming again.

Ye Youming remained indifferent.

Linggu couldn't figure out Ye Youming's mind, and didn't know what Ye Youming was going to do.

But he knew that Ye Youming would definitely help him.

It's just that if Ye Youming made a move, a group of disciples would die in Huangquan, which was not what Lingu wanted to see.

"Let's go, I," Linggu kept looking at Ye Youming, "my master is right here..."

Suddenly, the world spun, accompanied by screams.

Blood mist filled the air.

Linggu's pale face was splashed with blood, and the strong smell of blood lingered in his nostrils.

Several disciples were killed in an instant.

Their fatal wounds were all on their necks, which were sword wounds.

At this moment, Linggu's small hand was covered with a big slender hand with distinct joints, and Linggu was forced to hold a long sword in his small hand.

The silver-white sword was stained with bright red blood, dripping drop by drop on the ground.

Ye Youming circled behind Lingu, his deep and cold eyes like a deep pool shot out a clear light, killing intent like a sea.

Linggu was frightened by this sudden change and was already stunned in horror.

"The demon fox has killed again." The remaining two disciples exclaimed.

Linggu regained consciousness from the panic, opened and closed his lips, trying to explain that he didn't kill him, but he didn't make a sound.

Several immortal disciples were indeed killed by his hands.

Just now, Master took his hand and killed several disciples.

With a "click", Linggu let go of the long sword in his hand, and then cried out in pain.

Master, why are you doing this!

Ye Youming watched the two disciples from the fairy world run away, and deliberately let them go.

He wanted them to tell more people that Linggu had killed someone.

To do the killing in Shiling Valley.

A red light flashed in Ye Youming's eyes.

He wanted the little beast's hands to be as bloody as his.

He dislikes ignorant kindness, just like him 300 years ago.

Linggu never dreamed that he would kill people. Although he was forced and not his intention, several disciples died at his hands in the end.

Even at this moment, the terrifying sound of the sharp blade sinking into the flesh and blood was still echoing in his mind.

The corners of Lingu's eyes were red, but he held back his tears. He turned to look at Ye Youming, "Master, I'm sleepy and want to go back to sleep."

Wei Liang's fingertips pinched his chin, lifted his small face, Ye Youming forced Linggu to look directly into his cold and heartless eyes, "Are you resenting me?"

"No." Linggu's expression was gloomy, and his eyes examined Ye Youming's cold and handsome face for a moment, "When I chose to follow Master, I was already mentally prepared to be a bad person."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Linggu knew that he had said something wrong, but it was the truth, and he didn't explain any more. He pursed his mouth and stopped talking.

"Are you regretting that you chose this seat? Didn't follow Chu Lianhua!"

"No." Linggu clenched his little hands and asked courageously, "Master, why did you accept me as a disciple and take me away from Lianhua?"