Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Duan Lang looked at Mo Yuan's cold face, and his heart began to beat.

Is this dog's madness not cured yet?

Isn't it enough to calm him down by abusing him like that yesterday? !

Isn't it really necessary to kill him to relieve his anger?

What a hatred, to engage him like this.

Thinking angrily, he simply ignored Mo Yuan and tugged at Rong Zhi's sleeve, "Friend Daoist Rong, let's go."

Seeing that Duan Lang turned a blind eye to him, Mo Yuan's jaw tightened suddenly, and the bottom of his eyes became more gloomy.

When Duan Lang passed by, he reached out and grabbed his wrist.

But before he touched it, a strong cold breath flicked his hand away.

Mo Yuan took a step back uncontrollably, feeling that the bones in his right hand were shattered inch by inch, and his face became more and more gloomy.

Who is this man?What's the relationship with Duan Lang?Why do you have to protect him everywhere.

His complexion changed again and again, and the dark eyes in his black eyes were almost overflowing, "Who the hell are you?"

Rong Zhi withdrew his hand lightly, did not answer Mo Yuan's words, but looked sideways at Duan Lang, and said softly, "Ah Lang, let's go."

Duan Lang has already noticed the movement between the two, and understands that Rong Zhi hurt Mo Yuan in order to help him.His eyes seemed to pass by Mo Yuan's unnaturally drooping right hand, and then went downstairs with Rong Zhi without even looking at Mo Yuan.

Outside, the sky was still dark.

Rong Zhi stopped and looked sideways at Duan Lang, "Didn't you hurt you just now?"

Duan Lang shook his head, embarrassedly said: "No. Thank you, Fellow Daoist Rong."

Although he has entered the rank, his strength is still far behind Mo Yuan.If it wasn't for Rong Zhi's action, he would definitely be caught by Mo Yuan, and it might be another inhuman torture.

No matter how strong the monk's body is, he can't help Mo Gou to do that, and he will really be killed.

But Rong Zhi helped him over and over again, and watched the scene where he and Mo Yuan died, which always made him very uncomfortable.

It felt as embarrassing as it could be for a woman to be dumped by a scumbag while being witness to domestic violence.

So he decided to change the subject, "Fellow Daoist Rong, do you know where this is? How do you get out from here?"

When the two of them fought just now, he found that Rong Zhi's cultivation base was not a little bit stronger than Mo Yuan's dog. It is better to count on Rong Zhi than to expect Mo Yuan to go out from here.

Rong Zhi rubbed Duan Lang's head with his hands, watching him with his mouth slightly open, with a slightly surprised expression and dark eyes.

"Know a little, why don't we talk while walking."

Although Duan Lang realized that Rong Zhi's behavior just now was a bit strange, but when he heard that he could go out, he immediately forgot about it, his phoenix eyes sparkled, "Really? Okay, let's talk while walking."

If he could really get out from here, he wouldn't have to stay in the same room with Mo Yuan, let alone worry about his own life day and night, it was the best of both worlds.Then, he can also find ten or eight beautiful nuns and marry them back home as wives.

The bone erosion is gone, and there is no trace of love, life is so damn perfect.

The two walked along the road in front of the inn to the back door and stopped on the river bank.

Duan Lang didn't understand why Rong Zhi brought him here, subconsciously glanced to the side, his cheeks couldn't help but get slightly hot.

Last night, in order to save his life, he deliberately bowed 1/ to lure Mogou. Now that he thinks about it, there is simply no limit.When you hear something wild/combined, you feel particularly shameless.

Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise he would really jump into the river.

"Friend Daoist Rong, what did you bring me here for?"

Rong Zhi followed Duan Lang's line of sight to see the high wall beside him, complex emotions flashed between his brows, and his dark eyes became dark and cold.

He actually knew exactly what happened to Duan Lang and his former self last night, after all, he also experienced it a thousand years ago.

But just because of the experience, it is not the taste.At the same time, there is also a strong jealousy in my heart, jealous of the current Mo Yuan, and the former self.

He calmed down, and said nonchalantly, "Has A-Lang ever heard a word?"

"What word?"

"False memory."

Duan Lang asked curiously: "What is the Realm of False Memory?"

Rong Zhi explained: "The delusional memory is the same as the illusion, it is an illusory scene."

But unlike the illusion, the illusion is composed of formations, but the illusion is an incomplete small world derived from the memory of people or things.

This world may have no aura, or it may be full of aura, there may be people, or there may be no one, all set by people.

It was supposed to be a fictional scene, but because it existed for too long, it slowly became real.

Just like the town will change drastically after it rains, it is because this space is an incomplete small world. If it is complete, what they see and touch will be as real.

Duan Lang could understand roughly, "Then how should we get out? Find someone or something with memory? Or destroy this place?"

Listen to what kind of magical statement this is, even a thing has memory, and can form a world, it is simply too unreal.

Rong Zhi's gaze fell on Duan Lang all the time, and he was reluctant to blink.

Hearing his question, his black eyes flickered slightly, "Does A-Lang really want to leave here?"

When he and A-Lang were trapped here last time, they stayed here for a full year, and they found a way to leave after a year.

This year, both he and Duan Lang had a very unhappy time.There is no aura here, they only have some spirit stones and pure crystal fire ants, and they dare not use them casually.

And because of the constant agitation of the devilish energy, he was always looking for trouble with A-Lang, and he either went berserk like last night, or tossed him hard on the bed.

Ah Lang's dantian was broken by him, although he didn't crush Nascent Soul in the end, but he still suffered hidden injuries, and his cultivation stagnated ever since.

Later, it was for...to save him, he died...

Duan Lang didn't understand that Rong Zhi's expression suddenly became sad, and he touched his head blankly, "Of course I want to leave. There is no spiritual energy here. If you are trapped here,

Sooner or later we will starve to death.Fellow Daoist Rong, don't you want to leave? "

Rong Zhi stared at him deeply, "No, I don't want to."

If he leaves here, he will never see the person he yearns for day and night, living like a walking corpse every day, enduring endless regret and suffering.

Duan Lang: "...but without spiritual energy, we will die sooner or later. Fellow Daoist Rong, why don't you want to leave?"

Do you actually want to commit suicide?Or a depressed patient?Do people who practice immortality also suffer from depression?

Looking at Duan Lang's bewildered look, Rong Zhi's heart felt as if it was being roasted on a fire, he turned his back suddenly, his always gentle and calm expression disappeared without a trace at this moment,

Becoming manic like a beast, mixed with ruthless paranoia.

Just kill it.

After killing, there will be no more troubles.

Or just like last night, break his dantian and turn him into a prostitute and trap him here.In this way, he can have him day and night, and never have to worry about losing it.

But if that was the case, he would never see the smiling A-Lang.I couldn't see Ah Lang who would look at him with warm eyes.

Duan Lang keenly sensed the danger, hesitated for a while, and finally reached out and patted Rong Zhi's shoulder, "Friend Daoist Rong, are you okay?"

How could the discussion be so good and suddenly become so strange?

Rong Zhi turned around abruptly, grabbed Duan Lang's hand with such force that it almost crushed his bones, a scarlet light flashed in the bottom of his eyes, and his expression showed a trace of pain and distortion, "Ah Lang"

Seeing that Duan Lang's brows were tightly wrinkled in pain, he suddenly came back to his senses, let go of him, and closed his eyes forcefully, "Sorry, I've been mentally unstable lately."

Duan Lang shook his head and looked at Rong Zhi cautiously, "It's okay. But, Fellow Daoist Rong, are you really okay?"

Just for a moment, he suddenly felt that Rong Zhi looked at him like Mogou.

The same manic anger, the same violence, made his heart tremble three times in fright.

Rong Zhi calmed down the restless devilish energy in his body, "It's nothing. Did it scare you, A-Lang?"

Duan Lang thought this conversation was weird.

When Rong Zhi said he wanted to call him A-Lang, he didn't think much about it, it was just a code name anyway.

But when he heard Rong Zhi calling back and forth, he began to feel uncomfortable, mainly because Rong Zhi's tone seemed to be very delicate, as if he was afraid that if he made a louder voice, he would scare a young girl like him.

He is a big man with strong bones!

Forget it, one or two are not right, he should go to Xiao Hei.Mogou is in a bad mood, what if he swallows Xiaohei.

"Since it's all right, let's go back first."

Rong Zhi nodded.

The two returned to the inn in silence.

When he reached the door of Mo Yuan and his room, he hesitated for a moment, and said to Rong Zhi: "Fellow Daoist Rong, I'm going to see my spiritual pet, and I'll look for you later."

Rong Zhi regained his calm appearance, with a small smile on his lips, "Okay. Call me if you need anything."

Duan Lang looked at Rong Zhi's peaceful appearance, and felt that he might have been blind just now. How could he put Rong Zhi, who was like a heavenly man, with Mo Yuan?

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Mo Yuan is not worthy to lift Rong Zhi's shoes.

He smiled and said hello, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.

Mo Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated.

Xiao Hei shrunk into a small stick and hid it on the roof.

Seeing Duan Lang come back, it slid down and hid in his arms tremblingly.

Duan Lang: "..."

It seems that he was right, Mogou really abused his son!Really nothing!

He rubbed Xiao Hei's head, stood at the door without going in, and without looking at Mo Yuan, asked, "Where's the treasure hunting mouse?"

Xiao Hei's body was like a thin chopstick, and his head poked out from Duan Lang's arms, his golden vertical pupils looked at him desperately, cute and pitiful.

Looking at it like this, one could tell that Mo Yuan must have sucked away a lot of demon energy.

Duan Lang felt distressed again, and searched the house with his spiritual sense, but found no treasure hunting mouse, and said to the little underworld: "Son, don't cry, I'll take you to another room."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out the door.

As soon as he moved his foot, there was a bang, and the wooden door was closed heavily against the tip of his nose, and Mo Yuan's deep and indifferent voice sounded behind him.

"Brother, where do you want to go?"

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