I overturned after dressing as a villain master

Jin Niang's tall body stood within the circle of light, silently watching Le Yuanxing, Xu Xinhen and Du Qingchuan holding swords, looking at this isolated village.

Although she didn't say a word, her face remained the same, when Coke Yuanxing occasionally caught a glimpse of her face, she felt that there was an unknown firmness in Shu Jin's eyes.

This firmness is wrapped in tenderness and nostalgia. It seems that he wants to see the villagers of Shitou Village, his own child for the last time, and even... his former lover for the last time.

Because of Le Yuanxing and Xu Xinhen's procrastination, Du Qingchuan was unable to complete the formation. Those tentacles hung over the villagers' heads, glowing with evil light, like bloodthirsty sharp weapons, like roaring demons, eager to try, impatient.

Shu Jin slowly opened her arms, raised her head slightly, and took a deep breath in the cool dawn.

She remembered that day when the spring was bright, Du Qingchuan was wearing a green cloth gown and a pair of washed white cloth shoes, looking at her with a smile, and asked: "Whose girl are you, why are you alone in the back mountain?"

Thinking about it now, that was the miserable beginning of her life.

Shu Jin lowered her hands and looked at Du Qingchuan, without sadness or joy, love or hatred.

She said: "Du Qingchuan, Shu Jin has only regretted acquainting you in her entire life."

After finishing speaking, she reached out and pinched Du Qingchuan.

Du Qingchuan was only the size of her arm, she held him like a tall hunter holding a frightened vicious dog.

The vicious dog is dying and struggling, showing a fierce look, but how can it escape from the hunter's palm?

Shu Jin stared at Du Qingchuan, and calmly said: "If you kill you, the formation will be broken... All this should also subside."

Du Qingchuan's throat was stuck and he couldn't speak at all.

His face was flushed red, his veins were bulging, and the tenderness and sweetness in his eyes disappeared, only endless hatred and endless resentment.

Shu Jin smiled lightly suddenly, and said: "I finally saw this expression on your face...Resent, hate, only in this way, you will know how I have spent these hundred years."

After saying that, she took a last look at Du Qingchuan.

A good skin is like the most beautiful mountain in the world, and the brightest moon in the night, but he uses this skin to wrap the dirtiest heart.

Du Qingchuan, let us be together forever, torture and hate each other.

There was a crack in Shu Jin's stone body, right on the heart.

Looking from a distance, it is empty and bottomless, like a tomb with poor geomantic omen.

Without hesitation, Shu Jin stuffed Du Qingchuan into this cemetery that had been prepared for him for a hundred years.

The gap was like a hastily pulled up curtain, and it was closed tightly in an instant, as if there had never been such a gap in Shu Jin's heart.

Once Du Qingchuan died, the formation could not continue, and the golden light dimmed until it disappeared.

The tentacles hanging over the villagers' heads struggled, withered, and dissipated with the golden light.

Seeing that the situation is not good in the romantic year, it is natural to slip away.

When the golden light disappeared, Shu Jin couldn't help but sigh softly, which was full of relief and pity.

In the next second, she became Empress Shi again, a stone statue with a fluttering skirt, standing silently between heaven and earth.

The moon was hidden and the sun was rising, the darkness of the night completely faded away, and the light of the sun seemed to coat Shi Niangniang with a layer of gold.

It was only then that Le Yuanxing discovered that Empress Shi's sorrow had dissipated at some point, and she now wore a smile of compassion for all things.

The vegetation and the earth are finally safe as before.

But...there are rubble and rubble, hundreds of souls are gone, and Du Nanqiu and Shu Lang are seriously injured. Le Yuanxing didn't have time to appreciate the beautiful scenery and reflect on his achievements. Who remembers?"

Shen Yiran and Xu Xinhen looked at each other, then shook their heads together.

Shen Yiran asked back: "Master didn't notice?"

Le Yuanxing shook his head.

None of them can detoxify souls. Could it be that these hundreds of people are allowed to stand still without eating, drinking or resting?

These people are all mortals, so how long can they last?

Le Yuanxing thought about it, looked up at the sky, and murmured, "Why hasn't Xiaohe come back yet?"

After staring at the void for a while, he suddenly saw a dot appear in the sky.

From far to near, one point turns into four.

Le Yuanxing stared at it for a while, and couldn't help saying happily: "It's them!"

Shen Yiran smirked and said: "Master, our wishes come true."

When Fu Rusong saw Le Yuanxing, he was so excited that he used all his strength to activate the magic weapon, surpassing Mo Hanqing who was originally in the lead, and stood in front of Le Yuanxing first.

Fu Rusong walked around the master for a few times, then said in fear: "Master, I knew you would not die!"

Le Yuanxing smiled kindly and said, "Thanks to Xinhen."

Fu Rusong glanced at Xu Xinhen with a smile, and said with deep meaning: "Little Junior Brother... cares about Master the most."

Gan Jiuyou saw a lot of people standing densely in this area from a distance, and when he flew closer, he saw that these people had been hit by a soul-destroyer, so he braked halfway and went to check the situation among the crowd.

Besides, before Mo Han's lover arrived, he folded his arms in mid-air and laughed: "The romantic year will use these dirty tricks, it's too bad."

Le Yuanxing also smiled and said, "Master Mo, oh no, Mozun, are you laughing at senior brother?"

When Mo Hanqing heard the word Mozun, he almost fell from the Lonely Fan.

He looked around unnaturally, and covered himself: "What nonsense are you talking about? How can there be a demon?"

The old beggar crouching behind him was frightened half to death in mid-air, but when he heard the word Mozun, he shrank back in shock.

Le Yuanxing couldn't help but ask Xu Xinhen in a low voice, "Could it be that Mo Hanqing wrote it in the image of Mozun Jianyu?"

Xu Xinhen was taken aback for a moment, and compared them seriously.

After thinking about it, he said firmly, "It's not like that."

When the two talked in a low voice, they got very close, and occasionally looked at each other and smiled, and their eyes were full of connected feelings.

Yue Xiangsi looked at the two of them and snorted, then asked: "Is he just Mo Hanqing?"

Before Le Yuanxing could answer, Mo Hanqing had already lowered his Jiji Fan, and happened to hear someone calling him by his name. He glanced at him lightly and said, "Le Yuanxing, who is this kid? You're provoking a gentleman from a good family again?"

Le Yuanxing: ...I was wronged, don't talk nonsense.

Yue Xiangsi remained motionless, standing like a wishful stick with a mission on his shoulders, upon hearing this, he frowned slightly, and reprimanded: "Stop talking nonsense."

Mo Hanqing didn't care at all, he walked to Le Yuanxing's side with a smile and asked, "Where's the demon?"

Shen Yiran said: "Sect Leader Mo came by such a coincidence, why didn't he see you when he fought with the demon?"

Mo Hanqing looked serious, pulled Le Yuanxing over, and whispered: "I was about to tell you about this, Xiaohe...was killed! I wasted a few days to investigate the clues, but I ran into you good apprentice."

Le Yuanxing was surprised, and asked, "Who did it?"

Mo Hanqing shook his head in disappointment: "I can't find out, that kind of spell is very special, and I haven't seen it before."

Le Yuanxing thought of Xiaohe, and his expression was a little sad, and then he murmured: "Why did you kill a divine beast, it's very strange."

Mo Hanqing was about to speak when Gan Jiuyou ran over from afar and said exhaustedly, "Senior brother, what happened? Why are there so many people intoxicated?"

Le Yuanxing briefly said that Gan Jiuyou and the others all looked solemn, and when they looked at Du Nanqiu lying on the ground, everyone felt sympathy.

Le Yuanxing said: "Jiu You, take a look at Nan Qiu and Shu Lang's injuries first, and then tell us the way to get rid of the soul, everyone come together."

Gan Jiuyou nodded and walked quickly towards Du Nanqiu.

Xu Xinhen stretched his waist and said in a leisurely manner: "Master Mo, no no no, Mozun, why don't you take advantage of this spare time to tell your story?"

Fu Rusong's eyelids twitched, and he distanced himself from Mo Hanqing by several feet before stammering, "Demon, demon, Demon Lord?"

Mo Hanqing shook the Jiji fan, and said helplessly: "I was afraid that everyone would react like this, so I kept it a secret. What, that shameless Merry Nian told you?"

Everyone was noncommittal.

Mo Hanqing pinched the handle of the fan vigorously, and said darkly: "The Merry Nian is indeed afraid that the world will not be chaotic."

Xu Xin said with a bitter smile: "Master Mo, a majestic Demon Lord, is also the leader of the number one cultivation sect in the Jiuzhong. He is really young and promising. Congratulations."

Mo Hanqing put away the fan, pinned it to his waist, found a big rock, took out a handkerchief to cushion it, and then sat down and said with a smile: "Young people have this evaluation, I admit it."

Crowd: ...

Mo Hanqing was still a young man when he took over the position of Mozun. In terms of human age, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old.

Being so young, it is naturally difficult to convince the public. Although the uncles under his command have no intention of rebelling, they have always complained a lot, saying that he relied on his father and his status as the only son to succeed the Demon Lord. In terms of cultivation, he is not as good as him Half of the father, in terms of ability to deal with the world, he is not as good as his younger brothers and sisters of the same clan.

Mo Hanqing, the proud son of heaven, was held in the hands of his parents since he was a child, and he is very proud of himself. Hearing this kind of discussion, he could bear it for a while, but couldn't bear it for a month. In order to prove himself, he hid his identity and asked many people to compete, and the result was winning or losing Mixed, more and more it seems that he is not up to the task.

Mo Hanqing learned from the painful experience and felt that his lack of cultivation was actually a lack of actual combat experience. The former master and brother were afraid of his identity, and they would soon admit defeat if they competed with him. This gave him the illusion that he was very strong.

Now that he has become a demon king, there are even fewer people who dare to tell the truth to him, and there are even fewer people who will seriously challenge him.

If he hadn't gone out to compete with his senior brother Fengliu Nian, he would really have thought that he was unparalleled in the world.

In order to practice, in order to convince the demons, Mo Hanqing thought hard and decided to start from scratch in the territory of the human race. No one knows me there, and no one will let me. If I can achieve something there, my uncles will definitely be convinced. .

In Mo Hanqing's words, he is a heavy piece of first-class gold that shines naturally wherever he goes. Hundreds of years later, the Qiankun Sect he founded is the number one sect in Jiuzhong, and his self-created cultivation method is pursued by the world. , he could finally stand proudly in front of his uncle and tell them to shut up.

Uncles did as he wished and began to treat him differently.

Not long after such a good time, the prison where the demons held the demons was suddenly broken, and the demons that the Qiankun faction had spent decades recovering escaped overnight.

Hunting down the demons and maintaining the image of the demons is the responsibility of the Demon Lord. Mo Hanqing, who grew up under the influence of his father, naturally hates these scum of the demons. How can he not be in a hurry when the demons reappear?

He was also worried that his identity would be exposed. When the world knew that the Qiankun Sect was founded by the demons, the Jiuzhong Continent would inevitably be turbulent, so he tried to be alone when hunting down demons to minimize the possibility of being discovered.

Who knows, by accident, they still met the Wentian faction, and they even joined hands to catch many demons.

After cooperating again and again, the entanglement between Mo Hanqing and Wentian faction became deeper and deeper. He knew that if this continues, his identity will be exposed one day.

But the feeling of someone fighting side by side made him nostalgic and happy, he thought, wait a little longer, wait a little longer and part ways with them.

Unexpectedly, on the day when the truth was revealed, earlier than when they broke up, their identity would still be exposed to the sun.

However, looking at Le Yuanxing's expression, it seems that he doesn't dislike himself?

Would it be possible to defend against the enemy side by side and laugh about winning or losing as before?

"I'm done." Mo Hanqing let out a long sigh of relief, ready to be rejected, his eyes circled back and forth at the Wentian faction.

Le Yuanxing nodded and said nothing.

Fu Rusong said: "Master Mo, where is the demon territory? When will you take us to visit?"

Xu Xinhen only asked: "The man in black who broke through the demon prison, do you have any clues?"

Only Yue Xiangsi and Shen Yiran remained expressionless, unable to tell what they were thinking.

It turned out that he was not rejected or hated.

Mo Hanqing ignored Yue Xiangsi and Shen Yiran, and just stared at Le Yuanxing, feeling unprecedentedly happy, couldn't control the corners of his mouth, but said in distaste: "Le Yuanxing, your apprentices have so many problems. "

Le Yuanxing smiled gently and said, "I also want to know about their problems."

Mo Hanqing stood up, pointed to the southeast, and said: "The territory of the demons is in the southeast of Jiuchong. Because there is an enchantment, you can only see a piece of sea." After a pause, he lowered his voice, and said: "As for the man in black, I I will tell you slowly later."

Gan Jiuyou took a few pills for Du Nanqiu, and used his spiritual power to help him transform for a few weeks. Du Nanqiu finally woke up slowly.

Gan Jiuyou let go of his hanging heart and got up to see Shu Lang. Seeing that Shu Lang was not seriously injured, he weighed it up and only fed him half a pill.

Half a grain also needs a case of silver beans, Gan Jiuyou thinks he is very generous.

After Shu Lang woke up, Gan Jiuyou solved his dementor smoothly.

Then he taught everyone how to resolve the method of dementia.

Everyone shuttled through the crowds and had a good meal. It wasn't until night fell again that the villagers of Yuehua and Shitou villages completely revived and went home.

The Niangniang Temple has been destroyed, and several members of the Wentian Sect can no longer live there, so they have to follow Shu Lang back to the village.

Du Nanqiu refused to leave, but stayed in front of the stone statue.

Le Yuanxing waved the other apprentices back to the village, and he stayed with Du Nanqiu.

Naturally, Xu Xinhen and Yue Xiangsi refused to leave, and followed Le Yuanxing every step of the way.

Mo Hanqing looked at the three of them and smiled meanly, then hooked up with Shu Lang and went back to the village for a drink.

In the middle of the night, when Le Yuanxing and Yue Xiangsi were already sound asleep, Xu Xinhen sat up suddenly and walked to Du Nanqiu's side.

I don't know what he said to Du Nanqiu, but on the second day, Du Nanqiu was completely depressed and returned to his indifferent appearance.

Le Yuanxing was very happy, and cooked porridge for Du Nanqiu himself. Although the taste was mediocre and there were suspicions of raw food, everyone could see that he cared about the big apprentice from the bottom of his heart.

Du Nanqiu held the bowl and drank very slowly, as if tasting some gentian and phoenix marrow.

No matter how slow it is, there will be time to finish drinking.

It was not until the last grain of rice slipped down his throat that he reluctantly put down the bowl.

He took a deep look at his master, then suddenly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Raising his head, he knelt straight, with a firm light in his eyes: "Master, I want to stay in Stone Village."

It's not that he doesn't want to protect Le Yuanxing, but as Xu Xinhen said last night, Le Yuanxing has his second junior brother, third junior sister and junior junior brother by his side, and keeping him is just icing on the cake.

The villagers in Shitou Village are his relatives, and among them there is only Shu Lang, who is meager. They need him in today's evil world, and he stays here, it is a timely help.

Moreover, he wanted to accompany his mother, his poor mother, who had lost her lover and could not lose her parent and child again.

It was his mother's long-cherished wish to guard Shitou Village, and now it is also his.

Le Yuanxing looked at Du Nanqiu for a long time before he smiled indifferently: "Everyone has a home, Nan Qiu, this may be your home... It's okay, if you stay here, Xiaoman can study with you. The child is very smart, with your teaching, he will make a difference."

His hands behind his back were clenched into fists almost imperceptibly, and after a while, he said again: "Maybe in the future, Master will come to see you again, will you forget us?"

Du Nanqiu said sternly: "Nan Qiu dare not forget." After speaking, he looked a little dazed, and murmured: "The teacher has not repaid his favor, and the apprentice will go first. Nan Qiu owes the master all his life."

Le Yuanxing said softly: "Nanqiu, you don't owe me anything. The Wentian faction is able to persevere until today because of you."

After finishing speaking, Le Yuanxing turned around resolutely, concealed a little loneliness in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Let's go, maybe our home is also ahead."

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