Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

After Duan Lang finished speaking, Mo Yuan's icy cold eyes slashed at him viciously, and the corners of his thin lips lifted, and he said with a half-smile: "Why? In the heart of senior brother, am I so vulnerable? Any cat, cat, or dog Can a dog compare to me?"

Duan Lang: ""

Young man, you are so rampant, does your mother know?

He quickly collected his expression, suppressed the thoughts in his mind just now, and flattered him calmly. "Young brother is right."

With that serious expression on his face, he almost applauded seriously.

Mo Yuan's heart was itching again, especially when he saw Duan Lang looking at him without blinking, his pupils were dark and bright, he wanted to push him to the bed, bully him and cry hard.

Duan Lang didn't know what Mo Yuan was thinking, but when he saw him staring straight at him, the red lines on his face began to appear, he was startled and frightened and said: "Why did your demonic energy start to attack again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that Mo Yuan's taboo was related to devil energy, and he suddenly raised his heart, staring at Mo Yuan with a little nervousness.But who would have thought that although Mo Yuan's face was slightly gloomy, he just glanced at him lightly, neither hitting him nor mocking him.Duan Lang was even more frightened now, his heart was in his throat, and he couldn't even control the panic on his face.Why did this Mo Yuan suddenly change his nature? He didn’t even hate him anymore! Is he being pierced by a soul, or has he lost his mind? Could it be... Do you think he is going to die, let him live a comfortable life for a few days before he dies? Can’t think about it, The more I think about it, the more I feel that this day can't go on, and I really want to set it on fire.

After a while, the food was brought out after smearing and scorching, one plate after another, and the table was steaming hot.

Duan Lang decided to turn his grief and anger into appetite, picked up the bowl and started to eat vigorously, but he managed to fill himself up, lying on the soft couch, rubbing his stomach, and couldn't get up groaning.

Mo Yuan's cold eyes glanced at him, with an unknown meaning in it.

He really didn't understand how this coward grew up. Sometimes he was shrewd, but sometimes he was so stupid that he seemed to have no brains. He could even make a living, and he didn't know what else he couldn't do.

Duan Lang lay on the bed for a while, but still felt uncomfortable, so he helped his waist down with difficulty, planning to go for a walk.

Tu Qujiao This palace covers an area of ​​about a hundred acres, and it is exquisitely repaired everywhere, but because of the small number of people, there are only a few rooms for staying, so most of them are dark.

Seen from a distance, the dark palace shrouded in night looks like a prostrate beast, which is secretly frightening.

I don't know who built this palace at the beginning. I'm afraid it was not because of a mental illness that it was built so big that people would break their legs and couldn't walk around the whole palace.

Duan Lang took back the divine consciousness that had been protruded out, and walked around the yard for a while before walking slowly towards the room.

The courtyard they live in now is located on the south side behind the main hall. It is not particularly large but very delicate. There is a garden behind the house, and it can be vaguely seen that a lot of spiritual plants should have been planted back then.

Next to the courtyard gate is a piece of bamboo, but although bamboo is very good for feeding, it still has no way to survive in this deadly demon world, so there is only a piece of barren dry bamboo trunks left there.

The owner who built this didn't know whether he wanted to imitate the world of cultivating immortals or the mortal world. No matter looking east or west, there was no trace of the demon world at all.

Duan Lang thought of the twelve city gates that were incompatible with the demon world, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind—could this palace be built by that person? What exactly is he planning!

If you really like cultivating immortals so much, why don't you go to the world of cultivating immortals and stay in the devil's world?He walked towards the room while thinking, and when he walked in, he found not only Mo Yuan, but also Tu Qu Jiao.The two of them were supposed to be talking about something. When they saw him coming in, they both stopped talking and turned to look at him.Duan Lang subconsciously took a step back, "Talk, I'll come back later." Mo Yuan raised his eyelids and called him back, "I've finished." Duan Lang said, and walked in again.

Tu Qujiao saluted Mo Yuan, "This subordinate will leave first." Mo Yuan hummed lightly.

Tu Qujiao took two steps outside, then stopped hesitantly, not daring to look at Mo Yuan. "Respect... Your Majesty, why didn't you see Mei Niang following you this time?"

Hearing Su Mei's name unexpectedly, Duan Lang was taken aback suddenly, his heart felt as if he had been punched by something, with a dull pain.He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Mo Yuan, wondering how he would answer.

Mo Yuan glanced at Tu Qujiao, with no expression on his cold face, "She's dead."

The blood on Jiao Que's face faded away suddenly, and his tall body swayed slightly, revealing an unbelievable look, "Dead...dead?"

He likes Su Mei. He has liked Su Mei since the first time they met. He thought that Su Mei would follow when he came up this time. After finding out that there was no one, he couldn't help asking, but he didn't expect to get such an answer.

Duan Lang didn't know that Tu Qujiao was Su Mei's admirer, but he could guess something from his earnest expression, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.If it wasn't for saving him, Su Mei wouldn't, and he wouldn't face Tu Qujiao's question, and he didn't know how to speak.

He even thought that if Su Mei hadn't saved him, he wouldn't have endured this pain.In fact, compared with the dead, the person who is left behind is the most painful.

Tu Qujiao left the room in a daze, his tall body was hunched over, and his back looked extraordinarily sad.Duan Lang sat down on the chair with exhaustion, stared out of the window blankly, feeling extremely depressed.Mo Yuan glanced at him coldly, and frowned, "What's the expression on, brother?" Duan Lang didn't have the strength to speak, and his voice became weary, "Then what expression should I have?"

Mo Yuan pinched Duan Lang's chin, forcing him to raise his head, his cold eyes lingering on his face.After a while, he frowned even tighter. "Su Mei didn't save you to see you half-dead."

Duan Lang took Mo Yuan's hand away, tried hard to bend his lips and smile, but failed.He simply stopped laughing and said in a low voice, "I know.

He knew that Su Mei treated him very well, and she didn't even want her own life to save him.

But he couldn't make an effort to smile when he thought of her.Because what he is carrying is not a feather, but a person's life.

He also had no way to put down a few light words like Mo Yuan said.

Mo Yuan lowered his eyes to look at Duan Lang, seeing his bright phoenix eyes lose their brilliance and look unhappy, his heart suddenly became uncomfortable.He pulled him up and dragged him outside.

Duan Lang is not in any mood now, but Mo Yuan is pulling him and won't let go, so he has no choice but to say: "Junior brother, why are you pulling me?" Mo Yuan didn't answer Duan Lang, dragged him outside the door, and threw the flying magic weapon Come out and signal him to go up.Duan Lang sat down helplessly.

Mo Yuan tapped his toes, landed lightly beside Duan Lang, and commanded the flying magic weapon to fly upwards.It's extremely cold at night in the Demon Realm, coupled with the dead air, it's really uncomfortable.

Duan Lang subconsciously propped up the protective barrier, shielding him from the dead air that made him uncomfortable, and sat down on his buttocks.As soon as he sat down, the flying magic weapon stopped.

He had no choice but to sit up again, leaning on the petals and looking out.

Mo Yuan led him to the very end of the palace. There was darkness everywhere, and the exquisitely crafted palace was hidden in the darkness, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"What did Junior Brother bring me here for?" Duan Lang couldn't help asking.Mo Yuan looked at him, moved his palm, and put the flying magic weapon into the storage bag. "You'll know later." After he finished speaking, he walked into the palace.

The second monk Duan Langzhang couldn't figure it out, so he could only follow in step by step.

It was even darker inside, and only the shadow of some furniture could be barely seen.Just when he was about to dig out the light source stone, the room suddenly lit up, driving away the original darkness.Houses that could not be seen clearly are also exposed to the view.

This is a beautifully and luxuriously furnished room, with moon-white gauze windows opened to both sides, and in the middle is a large white jade bed covered with soft blankets.

There is a low table in the middle of the Luohan bed, and a luminous cup is placed on the table.The luminous glass is not beautiful, even if you just look at it, you can imagine the beauty of the wine in it.

In front of it is an open space covered with soft carpets, which should be used for dancing.Duan Lang was in a better mood, and asked curiously, "What is this place?" Mo Yuan didn't answer him.

Duan Lang was surprised to find that after his words fell, the whole room slowly flew up like a castle in the air.

The house flew higher and higher, the palace below became as big as a matchbox, and the sky was getting closer.

After arriving at a certain location, Mo Yuan used his spiritual sense to control the room to stop, casually sat cross-legged on the white jade bed, looked at Duan Lang's surprised gaze, and said lightly, "This is Feitian Pavilion."

The Feitian Pavilion is made of top-level materials that are difficult to find everywhere, and then refined by high-level craftsmen. Not only can it fly, but its defense ability is also amazing.Duan Lang made no secret of his interest in the Feitian Pavilion. After listening to Mo Yuan's explanation, he asked curiously, "Whose thing does it belong to?"

Mo Yuan took out a jug of spiritual wine from the storage bag, poured it into a cup, and sipped it slowly.Hearing Duan Lang's words, he casually said: "It is said that it is Shen Juanzhi.

Duan Lang: "..."

He said in a speechless way: "Smear the tired one in the burnt mouth."

That being said, isn't this palace also his handiwork? So there is nothing wrong with Shen Juanzhi's slogan of recovery? Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, glanced at Duan Lang lazily, "Yeah."

Duan Lang suddenly didn't know what to say, so he sat on the other side of the white jade bed, looked at the dark sky outside, thought for a while, and tried to persuade him seriously: "Junior brother, can you beat that Shen Juanzhi? If we can't beat it, let's withdraw."

After all, Shen Juanzhi is serious, the previous orthodox devil king, the palace under his feet, and the flying pavilion he was riding in are all his royal lands, so what's the matter with them staying here?

Thinking about it makes me feel guilty.

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