The long sword left its sheath, and there was a "chuo" sound, and the shiny sword body reflected rays of light.

"Realist Tianji is the master. Today, the Shadow Guard is at your disposal." Mo Jitian replied straightforwardly, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and sat down to pour himself a cup of tea.

Since Ying Shiqi knelt down at the door, he has not moved at all, like a sculpture, and the person in front of him can decide his destination and life or death with two or three sentences.

But so what?Ever since he became a Shadow Guard after undergoing the cruel training of the Killing Palace, he knew that this life no longer belonged to him, it belonged to the Demon Cult, and he could die fighting for the Demon Cult at any time, or he could sacrifice himself as the leader to achieve his goal just like today a chess piece.

Tianji dragged his sword and walked in front of Ying Shiqi. Although he was not good at using a sword, the target just knelt here obediently and bowed his head, revealing his fragile neck. It was too easy to take his life up.

I heard that mortals are always greedy and afraid of death, why this person didn't tremble or beg for mercy when he was dying, if it wasn't for the blood still dripping from his body, Tianji would have thought that the person in front of him was a dead person.

However, even if this person aroused his slight interest, he had to get rid of it. Only this shadow guard in this world can hurt him. This person's existence is like a scorpion. If he doesn't kill him in time, Tianji feels that he will fall asleep even if he sleeps. Not stable.

The long sword landed on Ying Shiqi's neck, and there was a bloodstain before he could use any force.

Suddenly, a bad premonition appeared in Tianji's heart.As a lucky star, his ability to calculate is innate without any basis. He is born to predict the development of things. Although he can't go into detail, he will have a premonition of good or bad, and he has never miscalculated.

It is not suitable to kill people today, Tianji lowered his sword, and killing a person who does not resist and looks like a dead person is meaningless, if not for his special attributes, Tianji would not have dealt with this shadow guard as Mo Jitian wanted, After all, the culprit is the one calling the shots.

Since this shadow guard is not suitable for killing now, let him save his life first, but the death penalty is inevitable, and the living crime cannot be escaped. The shadow guard may not die, but he must lose the ability to hurt him. Tianji is never a soft-hearted person. Not to mention when threatening your own safety.

Seeing Tianji stop, Mo Jitian was about to ask a question, but saw him turn his hand around and the long sword broke Ying Shiqi's tendon.

"Well!"

Ying Shiqi collapsed from the pain all of a sudden, and could no longer support his kneeling position. Years of cruel training made him not faint or cry out even if the pain was extreme, he could only utter a low cry like a trapped animal. Ming.

Ying Shiqi struggled to get back to his kneeling position, but he couldn't support his body, it turned out that this person didn't even give him a happy death, did he want to abolish his martial arts and torture him slowly?

"It's not suitable to kill a living being these days, so let's abolish his martial arts and let him live." Tianji made up a random reason, dropped the sword, turned and sat down.

"I didn't expect the real person Tianji to be merciful, come and drag people down," Mo Jitian chuckled, no longer cared about the shadow guards, and sat on the main seat, "I don't know when the real person will be able to calculate for me. ?”

"If I don't calculate this for you, you won't let me go?" Tianji said with a sideways glance at him.

"Hahaha, that's exactly what I mean. Thousand Chances Valley has a beautiful environment. If the real person doesn't mind, he can live forever."

In fact, the headquarter of the Demon Cult is located at the bottom of Qianji Valley, and those who do not have light skills can't go up at all, and there are all kinds of poisonous weeds and miasma around. If there is no road map, ordinary people can't go out.

"Unfortunately, I don't plan to stay for a long time. The day after tomorrow, the Zuixian Pavilion in Kyoto will choose an oiran, and I have reserved a private room." Tianji has been in the mortal world for many years, and he likes to join in the fun when he has nothing to do. He can be said to be a seven-star The most down-to-earth here.

The rule of asking for treasures is just to raise the threshold and add a little more fun. Tianji didn't want to be trapped here, so he didn't go around and told Mo Jitian the result of his calculation: "You will only have one heir in this life. Born, about 20 years old, you can look for it."

Mo Jitian stood up immediately when he heard the words, and murmured: "In his 20s... Could it be Xi'er! But he has already been executed by my order... Real man! Is my son still alive?"

"Of course," this is not nonsense, Tianji thought for a while and added, "Maybe some of the subordinates can't bear to raise it by themselves, maybe I can't calculate it so accurately, the rest is up to you checked."

Tianji left after dinner. Mo Jitian originally wanted to keep him overnight, but Tianji didn't have the habit of sleeping, so he shied away saying that he was afraid that he would not be able to make it in time for the oiran election in Kyoto.

Mo Jitian had no choice but to give up, and at the same time refreshed his understanding of the real person Tianji, the so-called half-immortal was actually interested in the oiran election.

Mo Jitian used lightness kung fu to personally take Tianji out of the Valley of Thousand Machines, and also gave him a luxury carriage.

At this time, the sky was already pitch black, and the moonlight was not very clear, only the faint lights of a few farmers' homes in the distance.

The coachman carried a lantern with a black top and a silver face, with orange lights shining inside, but surrounded by the silver face, it looked a bit like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Tianji secretly sighed, the taste of the leader of the Demon Cult is indeed different from ordinary people.

Tianji took a closer look, and there was a person kneeling beside the carriage, wasn't this the shadow guard whose hand tendon was broken by him!He turned to look at Mo Jitian.

Mo Jitian walked a few steps closer and said, "This person is the seventeenth ranked shadow guard in the Hall of Killing, and I will give it to the real person today, so that the real person can have fun on this long journey."

After a series of operations before, Mo Jitian has already determined that the real Tianji looks like a fairy, but in fact he is a ruthless, ruthless and casual magic stick. However, it is better than those so-called martial arts decent. This shadow guard has no use value if his hands are useless, so he might as well be a favor and give it to Tianji real person for disposal.

The corner of Tianji's mouth twitched, and he almost forgot about the shadow guard, just in time for him to see what is so magical about this person.

"Then thank you, the leader," Tianji said goodbye to Mo Jitian, turned around and took two steps, and added, "By the way, if you are looking for someone, you can pay attention to the north."

Mo Jitian had a happy expression on his face, it seems that he sent this person to the right person, "Thank you, sir, Mo will not send it away, and the real person will have a smooth journey." After saying that, he turned around and jumped down the valley. To the north, he sent Xi'er Hand it over to Han Bo for execution, and Han Bo lives in Sihui Hall in the north of the Demon Cult.

Probably for Tianji to see that Ying Seventeen was kneeling at the place where Tianji boarded the car. Although his body was trembling due to his serious injury, his kneeling back was straight and he had the consciousness of using himself as a footstool .

But Tianji didn't understand it at all. Movie Seventeen was in front of him, so he said logically: "Get in the car, what are you doing here?" He still has the spirit of queuing.

Ying Shiqi thought about it in perplexity, would Daoist Tianji allow him to get in the car?

Shadow guards usually follow behind the car or hide around, and even if they want to get on the car by themselves, how can there be any reason to let the slave get on the car first when the master is here?

Tianji saw that Ying Shiqi was still lying on the ground motionless, he must have fainted from a serious injury, and he would have to ask him something later.

"Ying Seventeen? Are you still awake? Get in the car first, and I'll take you to see a doctor later." Tianji saw that Ying Seventeen was seriously injured, and thought to himself, it's better to treat it first and abolish martial arts It's one thing, but now this person is also his own property, and he can't be half-dead and disabled.

Ying Shiqi was shocked again when he heard the words, he had to see a doctor, he had never seen a doctor in the killing hall for many years, just sprinkle some golden sore medicine on a minor injury and then bandage it himself, if a serious injury leads to death, there will be no waste of medicine in teaching For these shadow guards, the best result is to drag their seriously injured bodies and exhaust their lives in the last mission.

Ying Shiqi thought a lot, but it was only for a moment in his mind. Since the new owner urged him to get in the car twice, he just obeyed the order. The shadow guard is a puppet who obeys orders, so he doesn't need to have too many thoughts of his own.

Normally, Ying Shiqi would turn over and get on the car neatly while supporting the car with one hand, but now his tendons have just broken, and both arms are swollen and painful, and he can't use any strength at all.

He understood for a moment that the new owner probably wanted to see his ugly appearance in the car, but unfortunately he couldn't let the owner do what he wanted. Although he was disabled, he just couldn't hold a sword, his dantian was intact, and his internal strength was still there.

Ying Shiqi stood up, so lightly, he jumped into the carriage with his arms protected, and consciously sat on the seat next to the driver.

Tianji has no internal strength, he held onto the frame of the car with one hand and was about to get into the car, when the driver at the side saw that he hadn't stepped on Ying Shiqi to get into the car, and he had no internal strength, so he wanted to just climb into the car!Do you have the demeanor of a worldly expert?

"My lord, wait a moment!" The coachman turned around and took out a small step ladder with three steps.

Tianji stepped on it. After coming to the mortal world, he always liked to walk leisurely or gallop on horseback. He was too lazy to find a coachman and had no experience in horse-drawn carriages. He muttered, "Why didn't you take out this thing earlier?"

The carriage sent by Mo Jitian is very luxurious and grand, with a black carport inlaid with silver borders, a thick base and strong wheels, so that people can hardly feel the bumps of the carriage when sitting in it.

After entering the car, the roof is inlaid with night pearls the size of quail eggs to ensure that the car is bright when driving at night. The car has a large space, which is more than enough for seven or eight people to sit at the same time. There is a black fine velvet carpet under the feet. On the coffee table, there is a chess set and a few plates of snacks on the coffee table. There are a few hidden compartments on the wall of the car, where some non-perishable food and toiletries are placed.

"My lord, are you already seated? My little man is about to drive." The coachman asked in front of him.

Tianji took off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the seat, and replied, "Let's go."

Kyoto is in the north of Qianji Valley. If we start from now and travel day and night, we can arrive tomorrow evening, but Tianji still needs to find a town on the way, show Ying Shiqi a doctor, and then have a good local meal before arriving in Kyoto. It should be just in time for the triennial oiran election.

Tianji was not interested in playing chess, so he put the chessboard in the dark compartment, took a piece of hibiscus cake and put it in his mouth.

Before he went down to the mortal world, he had tasted all kinds of food that he had just bought from the mortal world in Tianji Palace, but who would have imagined that the person in Jiuqiong Palace didn't know what he was doing, and made a loud "bang", which shocked him for a while. Tinnitus, and when I opened my eyes, I was already in this small world.

There are many small worlds under the dome, their development trajectories are different, some are still in the stone age, some have entered the information society, and the small world he entered is the feudal period with the largest number.

Tianji doesn't mind a day trip to the mortal world, but the problem is, after he descends to the mortal world, he finds that his star is gone!

The gods above the dome are different from the fairy world. The fairy world is a postnatal god, forming a world of its own. Above the dome is a natural god, who was conceived by the aura of heaven and earth for tens of thousands of years, so since he came into the world, he has power without training. Huge star element and immortal body.

Tianji now has a fairy body but no star element, that is to say, the defense power is perfect but the force value is almost zero. Well, now with the exception of Shadow Seventeen, the defense value has dropped to 99.

Thinking of Ying Seventeen, Tianji thought, maybe he had contact with Xing Yuan, and he was the clue to find Xing Yuan.

The one from Jiuqionggong has always had special hobbies. Could it be that this is a new game she came up with, asking the Seven Stars to go down to find Xingyuan?The seven stars are connected, and Tianji has already felt that the other six stars have also descended, but they don't know which small world they are in.

The author has something to say: Tianji also has a family~

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