Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Mo Yuan didn't know whether he believed it or had other plans. After Duan Lang finished speaking, he stared at him with a sullen face for a while, then turned his head and continued to suck Xiao Hei's devilish energy without saying a word.

Duan Lang took a panacea, and when the pain subsided, he picked up the Xingling Sword on the ground and put it back into the storage bag.

The soft couch had been shattered into scum, and there was no place to lie down in the whole room except the bed.

He looked around and said to Mo Yuan: "Junior brother, please give me another soft couch."

The original owner is an ascetic figure, and there is nothing to enjoy in the storage bag except necessities.Not to mention the soft couch, there is not even a bedding.

Because monks don't need sleep, they can restore their spirits by meditating.And the original owner, a character who has too high demands on himself, is not allowed to let himself indulge in enjoyment.

Mo Yuan didn't lift his eyelids, and said in a sarcastic tone, "You've torn your face, brother, you don't even want face."

But even though he said so, he still took a soft couch from the storage bag and threw it out.

Duan Lang looked at the surface of the soft couch, didn't choke with him, put the soft couch back to its original position, reluctantly performed a cleansing formula on himself, turned over and lay down on it.

This soft couch is bigger and more comfortable than the original one. Lying on it is like being trapped in a cloud, soft and comfortable.

But Duan Lang always felt that something was missing, looked down, his palms were up, and continued to say cheekily: "Junior brother, bedding."

Mo Yuan didn't even bother to talk this time, he let out a cold snort, and threw the quilt in his hand over.

He was angry, and the quilt, which was fully folded, rushed straight towards Duan Lang's front door like a cannonball.

Duan Lang didn't dodge, and was hit on the nose, a surge of pain rushed up, and the circles of his eyes turned red instantly.

He was so angry that he grinded his teeth, rubbed his sore nose, and gave Mo Yuan a bitter look, and finally decided to bear the anger.

Although this bitch has lost his magic energy, but his spiritual sense is too strong, he can't handle it, so he'd better coax him first.

The quilt was very soft and comfortable, Duan Lang wrapped himself in it, rolled himself into a piece of sushi, hardly brewed, his eyes went dark, and he fell into a deep sleep.

After he fell asleep, Mo Yuan, who was sitting on the bed, turned his head to look at him, and then casually looked back.

His devilish energy was suppressed, the problem must be with the person in front of him, and he would find a way to find out.Before that, he didn't mind putting up with him for a few more days.

Duan Lang slept soundly, completely unaware of what Mo Yuan was thinking.After sleeping until the afternoon, when he woke up and saw no one, he gave a strange snort.

But it's just right when he's not around, he can go to Wen Lingchi to take a dip to replenish his spiritual energy.

He took out a spiritual fruit and gnawed a couple of bites, then he started calling Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei was curled up on the pillar, and when he heard Duan Lang calling it, he slowly climbed up to his knees, and spat out the red letter at him twice in aggrieved manner.

Duan Lang fed the fruit to it, and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Hei wagged his tail and gnawed two mouthfuls of fruit.

The master sucked a lot of magic energy from it, and now its body is not only smaller, but also weak.

Duan Lang rubbed its head and comforted: "Good boy, don't be sad. Daddy will feed you two more fruits, and you can take dad to soak in the Lingquan, okay?"

Mo Gou is Xiao Hei's master, so if he asked Xiao Hei to call him Daddy, Mo Gou had to call him Daddy too.

Xiao Hei couldn't understand, and stared at Duan Lang blinking.

Duan Lang made a bathing motion, "Take a bath, Lingquan."

Xiao Hei understood this time, finished eating the fruit, and nodded slowly.

Duan Lang was so happy that he gave it another fruit and rubbed its head with a smile.

After Xiao Hei finished eating, he asked Xiao Hei to make his body bigger. Looking at its body as thick as a bucket, he asked strangely, "Why did you suddenly become smaller?"

Although Xiao Hei, who has become smaller, is also horribly bigger, but compared with before, the difference between pillars and sticks is very big.

Xiao Hei shook his head sleepily, and Hong Xin hissed aggrieved twice.

Duan Lang understood in no time, and defended him against injustice, "Your master is such a dog, he sucked you so hard. Don't be angry, father will be very capable later, and I will help you avenge him."

But Mogou can absorb magic energy, does it mean that the body has recovered?If that's the case, with that dog's narrow-mindedness, will he be messed with again?

Tsk!If I knew this was the case, I wouldn't go up for a while, point my sword at him, and threaten him.

Duan Lang, who was very worried about his own life, decided to spend a night in Wen Lingquan to accumulate more spiritual energy in order to prevent himself from being messed with.This way, at least when Mo Yuan swung his whip at him, he could set up a spiritual energy barrier to block it.

The plan was very good, but at night, when Duan Lang saw the darkness around him, the dense forest was indistinct, and when the wind blew, his teeth and claws were still trembling. Xiao Hei took him back to the house.

Mo Yuan had already returned, and was meditating cross-legged in the room. Seeing his flustered look, he frowned calmly, "What happened?"

His senior brother is not afraid of anything, he has never seen him so flustered.

A huge luminous pearl was placed on the table, reflecting the room as bright as day.

Duan Lang's panicked heart suddenly became stable, even looking at Mo Yuan was a bit pleasing to the eye.Hearing Mo Yuan's question, the corners of his lips curled up into a faint smile, and he spoke with joy, "Is Junior Brother caring about me?"

It is impossible for him to let this dog know that he is afraid of A Piao.

Death is impossible.

So don't expect him to tell the truth.

Mo Yuan was disgusted by Duan Lang's words, his face instantly turned to ice, and he said angrily, "Brother's face is the thickest I've ever seen in my life."

Duan Lang originally wanted to change the subject, but he was not angry when he saw Mo Yuan scolding him, so he said what the younger brother said, so he turned around and lay back on the soft couch.

He's not stupid, since the dog has regained his magic energy, he will definitely not provoke him.

The next few days were uneventful.

Mo Yuan was either meditating in the room, or he was doing something, and he didn't see anyone for a long time.

Duan Lang was so happy that he didn't do anything, so he asked Xiao Hei to take him to soak in the warming pool every day.

The aura has accumulated more, and the body has recovered quickly. The injuries he suffered before are almost healed. The only thing that hasn't healed is the magic energy on the elixir.But there is no rush for this matter, we can only figure it out slowly.

After taking a bath in Wen Lingquan that day, Duan Lang and Xiao Hei went back together, and saw a person standing at the door from a distance.

When the man saw him, his delicate red lips curled up, and he said with a coquettish smile, "Little Junlang, long time no see, have you recovered from your injury?"

Duan Lang only thought that Su Mei was talking about the injury she suffered from fighting the red python that day, and nodded politely, "It's healed, Miss Xie Su is concerned."

Su Mei straightened her black hair at the sideburns, her seductive eyes curved into crescent moons, "It cost me a seventh-rank Zhixuecao pill, if Xiao Junlang is not good, I should talk to the store to see if it's for sale." Give me a fake."

"Since Xiao Junlang is healed, don't forget to give me the spirit stones for the elixir."