Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Duan Lang thinks that Mo Yuan is such a bitch that it's too difficult to attack. He can't be good or bad to him. He always looks like you, a troublemaker, wants to kill me, which makes him exhausted physically and mentally.

The pain in his body and the spiritual platform was severe, and he had no energy to deal with him, so he maintained the original owner's cool and dusty appearance, and said coldly: "It's as long as Junior Brother is fine."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking to Mo Yuan, chose a clean place to sit down, and began to close his eyes and adjust his breath.

Inspired by the fight with the giant python just now, he remembered that in this fantasy world, if he was injured or his spiritual energy was exhausted, he could recover through meditation.

He intends to try it quickly, lest there will be another ugly thing to bite him later.

Mo Yuan stared at Duan Lang with a gloomy expression for a while, then sat down cross-legged.

Su Mei stepped forward, her eyes turned between the two who were at war, she smiled coquettishly at Mo Yuan, and asked, "Your Majesty, what should I do with the demon pill and bones of this monster?"

In the past, these things were shared equally by the lord, but today there was a handsome man, so she came here to ask.

Duan Lang opened his eyes a little, and turned his eyes around the bright red demon pill.

The seventh-order demon pill is a rare and good thing. It is the kind that has a price but no market. If you take it out and sell it, it can sell for thousands of top-quality spirit stones.

Lingshi is the most circulating thing in this world, and its function is similar to that of RMB.With it, you don't have to worry about food, clothing and training.

As for those bones, although their value is lower than that of the demon pill, they are still very valuable.Because they can be refined, the higher the grade, the more powerful the weapon refined.

Mo Yuan didn't open his eyes, "Break up, you two."

Duan Lang knew that he had no part in it, so he closed his eyes regretfully.

The bones of the seventh-level monsters were huge, and Su Mei and the remaining demon cultivators divided them into a large pile, and they were all so happy that they could see their teeth but not their eyes.

As for the demon pill, Su Mei took it away, and after selling it, she will share the spirit stone with them equally.

After dividing, she took out a small portion of the bones, put them at Duan Lang's feet, and said with a smile: "Xiao Junlang, this part of the bones is yours, don't be too small."

Duan Lang looked at Su Mei in surprise, and refused, "No need, keep it for yourself."

As a prisoner, he has the consciousness of a prisoner. Although he is very greedy for good things, he knows that he should not take them.

Su Mei rolled her eyes, put her red lips close to Duan Lang's ear, and exhaled like blue, "Young handsome man, this is a gift from my sister. Respect him...don't worry about it."

Su Mei looks just like her name, charming and charming, with a pair of red phoenix eyes like a vixen in a storybook, charming and seductive.

She is more beautiful than all the female stars Duan Lang has ever seen and worked with.

His ears felt hot, he subconsciously glanced at Mo Yuan's direction, and continued to refuse, "No need."

Su Mei stared at Duan Langhong's earlobe that was about to bleed, giggled, and said coquettishly: "Little Junlang looks upright, but why is he so unmanly, he is so procrastinating in collecting things."

Speaking of this, if you push it any further, I'm afraid you really won't be a man.

After Duan Lang thanked him speechlessly, he took the things over.

Fortunately, there are storage bags in this world, no matter how many things can be put in, otherwise, if he is carrying this pile of monster bones with his hands, he might be exhausted to death.

After distributing the things, Su Mei and the others also began to meditate and adjust their breath.

About half an hour later, Mo Yuan stood up first, "Go back to the palace."

It will be night in another hour, and the Black Crow Forest at night is dozens of times more dangerous than during the day, even Mo Yuan dare not take it too seriously.

Just when Duan Lang was thinking about whether he had to work his legs again, Mo Yuan moved his fingers and called out the flying magic weapon.

The huge black lotus stopped in mid-air, exuding a faint halo, which was unexpectedly beautiful.

Several others followed suit.

For a while, all the strangely shaped instruments stopped in midair.

Su Mei's flying magic weapon is a fan, as white as jade, with a blossoming peach blossom painted on the fan, which is really beautiful.

She had already flew up and sat on it, and seeing Duan Lang standing still, she smiled and said: "Little Junlang doesn't have a flying magic weapon? Do you want to ride with me?"

Mo Yuan frowned, instinctively feeling impatient with Su Mei's hospitality, and shot Duan Lang coldly.

It's not that Duan Lang doesn't have it, he has the memory of the original owner, and knows that Xing Ling Sword can be used to fly.But the problem is that manipulating the flying magic weapon requires spiritual power, and he can't use spiritual power at all now.

Hearing Su Mei's words, he was a little moved, but after thinking about it, he still refused: "Thank you fairy, I will take the ride with my junior brother." After speaking, he turned his head to look at Mo Yuan, "Junior brother, please trouble you. "

He is a big man, what's the matter with riding in a woman's car.

It's better to tire Mo Yuan's dog, even though Mo Yuan's car is terrible to sit on.

The inexplicable discomfort in Mo Yuan's heart disappeared immediately, and he said with a cold face, "Come up by yourself."

Duan Langfei got up and sat cross-legged in the lotus.

He was already prepared to be tortured again, but Mo Yuan put a protective shield on him as soon as he was in the air.

Seeing his surprised face, Mo Yuan twitched his lips and said with a sneer, "In case you die."

There is no way to torture him when he is dead.

Duan Langming knew what Mo Yuan meant, but he still pretended not to understand, put on a face that was as cold as dust, and said in a low voice: "...Thank you for your kindness, Junior Brother." No wonder.

The two of them didn't speak any more, they flew across the Black Crow Forest without a word, and stopped at the gate of Moyuan Palace.

The palace is not as resplendent as Duan Lang imagined, but dark and oppressive, the whole body is made of huge stones, cold and depressing.

As long as Duan Lang thinks that he may suffer inhuman torture here next, his legs will shrink back involuntarily.

Mo Yuan didn't respond to him at all, put away Hei Lian, and stepped straight in.

Duan Lang glanced at the Black Yalin not far behind him, so he could only bite the bullet and follow.

Su Mei and the others watched the figures of the two disappear into the tall stone gate of the palace, and then slowly turned around.

Without Mo Yuan's presence, the atmosphere among the few people instantly became more relaxed.

One of them asked Su Mei curiously, "Who is that man? Didn't you hear that there is a senior brother?"

"It seems that he is still a decent swordsman. Doesn't your lord hate those Taoist cultivators the most? He also told us to kill everyone when we see him. What is said is different from what he did?"

"Maybe it's an enemy. I haven't seen how bad your lord is towards him. But to be honest, seeing him covered in blood and weak, I really want to pounce on him and suck him up."

After the man finished speaking, he couldn't help but licked his lips, showing a salivating expression.

"It must be a decent sword cultivator. Did you see him throwing the red python? The top-quality thunder talisman, you can't get it without any assets and background."

"Thanks to that top-grade Thunder Talisman, otherwise that kid's life would have been confessed. It's true that different people have different fates, and that kid is really a lucky person."

Su Mei listened expressionlessly, her delicate red lips pursed slightly.

Seeing this, a demon cultivator smiled and said: "Meiniang, you have been with the Lord the longest, and the number of times you have even entered the palace can be counted on your fingers. You must be feeling very uncomfortable now, right?"

Su Mei gave him a sideways glance, her beautiful eyes had a cold light, she said with a coquettish smile, "If you talk more nonsense, believe it or not, I'll cut your tongue off."

The demon cultivator felt cold all over, and shut his mouth knowingly.

His strength is not as good as Su Mei's, not to mention she is the person His Majesty trusts the most.For such a good job like today, she has the right to choose people. If she offends her, it will not be worth the loss.

Su Mei glanced at the palace again, a meaningful light flashed in her silky eyes, she waved her tender little hand, and said softly: "Let's go, the moon will be full soon, go find some fresh ones for your lord." body here."