Fast Traveling Cannon Fodder: Blackened Male God's Favorite

Chapter 243: A Fox as a Fairy: Master, Tribulation 22
"Since your lord insists on this, we have no choice but to fight to the death!"

The three elders raised their killer moves and came towards Mo Qinghan.

An accident is going to happen to the boss, An Ning is so nervous, Fox's paw can't help trembling, "Master."

"Ayin, don't be afraid." Mo Qinghan looked at An Ning softly, and hid her in his clothes.

Facing the all-out battle from the masters of the demon world, Mo Qinghan stepped on the void and stood with his sword.

His body remains motionless, his robes are fluttering, and his fairy appearance is as outstanding as in the clouds.

"I only want him—" Mo Qinghan pinched his fingertips, and the white light condensed, "Ashes disappear."

His eyes were cold and his voice was surprisingly indifferent.

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The middle-aged Moxiu who was lying unconscious on the ground, Nascent Soul came out of his body, and was crushed in an instant, and his body was shattered into nothingness.

After all, he was an elder from the demon world, but he was instantly killed by Mo Qinghan!

What a shame!
"You..." The three elders opened their eyes wide and looked at the man above the void in disbelief.

I saw the other party looking at me lightly, and asked lightly, "Do you still want to fight? Then I'll let you guys do it."

Those eyes were cold and unwavering, as if the elders of the demon world were also like ants, so there was no need to pay attention to them at all.

The great elder's face was twisted and he said in a vicious voice, "The Immortal Spirit Sect has gone too far to bully others!"

"What does it have to do with the Immortal Spirit Sect if I kill you all?" Mo Qinghan felt strange, and his voice became a little colder.

Immortal Qi surged, and even breathing became difficult.

The three elders couldn't stabilize their bodies. The next moment, blood was bleeding from the seven orifices one after another, and the primordial spirit exploded.

Poking out half of the fox's head, he watched the whole process of peace: "..."

The boss is very domineering, and the boss is very defensive.

It turns out that the boss is also very bloodthirsty!
In the end, only the primordial spirit of the Great Elder was left, hoarse, as if cursing, "Mo Qinghan, today you destroy the four of us, the demons, and you are enemies of the demon world. In the future, the demons will mobilize all the demons and you will never be restored!"

"Never again?" Mo Qinghan lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on An Ning, her lips slightly raised, revealing a charming smile.

In the next second, her thin lips parted slightly, but the words she spoke were ruthless and cold, "If I hadn't come in time, how could Ah Yin be safe? Your life is not enough to calm my anger, you have How Neng, you want me to be doomed—”

Mo Qinghan moved his fingers, and several white lights raged, splitting the Great Elder's primordial spirit to pieces.

"Mo Qinghan, you are cruel and vicious, what is the difference between you and my demon clan?" In the void, there are shadows, and the voices of the great elders come and go, like echoes, "I use the primordial spirit as a sacrifice, and curse you. One day, everyone will betray their relatives, It is not tolerated by the immortal sect, the body will die and the soul will perish, and will never be reborn...ah—”

There was a loud bang, and the last note disappeared, and the shadow that had suddenly struck Mo Qinghan's forehead also dissipated.

There was a strong smell of blood floating in the air.

An Ning looked back at Mo Qinghan, and saw that he was still the same as before, nothing different, no joy, anger, or fear.

Is this the master cultivator in the realm of transforming gods?Only one step away from ascension, this state of mind is really not comparable to that of ordinary people.

She used to think that those who cultivated the ruthless way had great love in their hearts, and even though they were ruthless, they were sentient. When she saw her today, she realized that she was wrong.

The boss is life and death, fearless, terrible.

An Ning turned into a human body with a bang, and her little paws hugged Mo Qinghan's neck, "Master, you don't have to worry, there won't be that day. In the event of what happens, even if everyone turns their backs on you, A Yin will with you."

Hearing this, Mo Qinghan's lips raised slightly and she hugged An Ning back.

The fingertips quietly lit up with white light, and the girl in his arms instantly turned into a young girl.

The fragrant shoulders are slightly exposed, the long hair is blowing in the wind, and the red lips are slightly parted, as if to say something, only the eyes are closed.

Mo Qinghan tightly hugged An Ning's slender waist, calling softly, "Ayin, Ayin..."

Lowering his head, soft kisses landed on An Ning's forehead, eyes, and tip of nose.

"Do you know..." Finally, he licked An Ning's lips, and the tip of his tongue stuck in, greedily absorbing all the sweetness between her lips and teeth.

His arms were tightened, his icy eyes were as dark as splashed ink, and he was no longer sober and rational as before.

The tip of the tongue withdrew, lingered on her lips, rubbed, and finally said softly against her lips, "Master, I miss you very much..."

The air trembled slightly, Mo Qinghan noticed something, and her beautiful brows couldn't help frowning.

A ray of light flashed across the fingertips, and the person in his arms turned back into a child again.

The leader, Qing Lan, came with his sword and looked down at the blood on the ground. He couldn't help but be frightened, "Uncle, Junior Sister, are you okay?"

"A Yin was frightened and passed out." Mo Qinghan flew away holding An Ning.

"Uncle Master—" Qing Lan, the head of the sect, stopped him in a deep voice, "Is your ruthless Taoism still there?"

Mo Qinghan pursed her thin lips tightly, and white clouds floated under her feet, showing a hint of hostility.

"The weak and the strong prey on the strong in the world of cultivating immortals, it is all right for you to start killing for the junior sister, but," the head master Qing Lan looked at Mo Qinghan, slamming every word, "Uncle, is your heart still as clear as before?"

Mo Qinghan said lightly: "Of course."

Hearing this, the head of the sect, Qing Lan, turned up the volume, "Then you angrily killed the four elders of the demon world, is it really just to protect the fairy sect, or is there something else hidden?"

"Qing Lan, although you are the head of the sect, I am your elder. You are not qualified to question me." Mo Qinghan said coldly, "My apprentice, I will teach myself. From now on After that, no one is allowed to set foot on Tianling Peak, including you, Sect Master Qing Lan!"

The last sentence Mo Qinghan said before leaving was, "If there is a next time for what happened today, I will sacrifice it to the world!"

Its sound shook the sky, resounded through the sky, and spread throughout the world of cultivating immortals.

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I can't absorb other people's spiritual energy, I can't go to school, and I am forced to soak in the spiritual springs every day by the boss, and the spiritual springs are still scattered in the twelve peaks of the Xianlingzong.

If this continues, An Ning firmly believes that her skin will be wrinkled.

"Ayin, go down, I will guard you as a teacher."

Since returning that day, when she was soaking in the Lingquan, the boss never went into the water to accompany her, but stayed outside the cave.

An Ning asked tentatively many times, but the boss remained silent, his eyes dodged, and when he asked again, he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips without saying a word.

The most painful thing is that the boss never fed her spiritual energy again.

Could it be that the boss now despises her for being dirty? ? ?

No!
An Ning bit her lip, she never thought it was a problem, unless the boss was too clean.

An Ning stepped on the ground with bare feet, and hugged Mo Qinghan from behind.

Mo Qinghan seemed to have just noticed her approaching, her body tensed suddenly, "Ayin, what's wrong?"

An Ning leaned his head on Mo Qinghan's back, put his face on it, and asked softly, "Master, we used to soak in the Lingquan and sleep together, do you dislike me being taken away by the bad guys?"

Hearing this, Mo Qinghan's heart seemed to be hit, and he lost his mind for a moment.

An Ning continued aggrieved, "But the bad guys didn't touch me, I'm still fragrant. If Master still minds, then I come to the Lingquan to take a bath every day, and I can even stay in the Lingquan until I'm completely clean. "

"Master, father, don't dislike me." An Ning buried herself on Mo Qinghan's shoulder crying, and said in a muffled voice, her voice was still soft and cute, but her nasal voice was heavy.

(End of this chapter)