Fast Transmute: The Fickle Villain is Su and Pampered

Chapter 158 Master Mozun Lightly Bite (7)

Mozu smiled with an inscrutable expression on his face: "The heavenly secret must not be revealed." At the end, he raised his hand and pointed again.A golden light flew out from his fingertips and landed on the barren medicine field next door.

The golden light slowly dispersed, covering the medicine field like a cloud.Everyone watched the pale golden mist slowly seep into the medicine field, and then the lifeless seedlings in the medicine field suddenly straightened up at a speed visible to the naked eye as if they had been injected with hormones.

Mozu's miraculous operation stunned Wang Lan and Liu Zhaohu, because they have always heard that those monks can only transport spiritual energy out of their bodies after they have cultivated to a certain level, but they have never seen it before. , because it is too difficult, almost few monks can cultivate to such a state a few years ago, but now it is the first time I see it, I am shocked.

The former smiled with a relaxed face: "Since I was invited by your head, I will definitely teach you some practical things. I will not do things that are empty words. The reason why the medicine field is barren is because of it. One side of the aura has been exhausted and cannot continue to nourish the elixir, and now the aura I bestowed on it is enough for the medicine field to last for nearly a hundred years."

He said and pointed to Wang Lan: "Your celestial root is not as good as another person's. You might as well put your mind on the medicine field, and be an alchemist and rely on that medicine, and you can live happily for a hundred years."

"Yes, I understand..." Wang Lan is a respectful teacher. Since Mo Zu has admirable strength, she doesn't have much entanglement. She immediately recognized Mo Zu as "off-site assistance" and accepted it. Full of vigor.

On one side, Liu Zhaojian frowned slightly, as if he had other thoughts, but he didn't say it out, but thanked Mo Zu along with Wang Lan.

Ling Lian was left in the sect because of his body heat and blood deficiency, and only let the two disciples go down the mountain to sell vegetables and buy rice and noodles.

"Those books, if I'm not mistaken, they should be from our sect." Sitting on the bed, Ling Lian turned to look at the ruffian Mozun who was smiling at her with one hand on his chin, "Why are they in your hand?" superior."

Just now because of curiosity, Ling Lian borrowed the book in Liu Zhao's hand to have a look.

The young man said from the side with a complex expression: "My lord... I don't know if you have noticed."

"What?" Linglian asked subconsciously.

"These books are all things that have been missing in my sect for thousands of years... Master Sect Leader, do you still remember that the old Sect Leader said that our Buddhist scripture pavilion was destroyed in that war, and all the books in it were destroyed?" Hui, no one has seen those scriptures again...but this mark..."

He said and pointed to the corners of those books: each page was marked with the small word "spirit" written in Sanskrit.

This is the name of their sect, and it is on every page.One is to facilitate the return of borrowers, and the other is to prevent confusion between the books of one's own sect and those of other sects.

"Who knows?" Mo Zu smiled indifferently, "Probably because I looked at those things for fun, and after I took them away, I took them away and forgot to return them."

He is the Demon Lord, the Lord of the Demon Race.The number of precious things that were given by others and taken by myself is too numerous to count.

The books, elixirs, agate jewelry, gold and silver that he threw into his portable space are all high-quality products, and there are too many of them to count, and any one can be looted by the world.

Seeing that the Linglian sect is so miserable, Mo Zu not only refused to help, but also forced Linglian to give him the elixir, but he just wanted to make things difficult for this woman.

Thousands of years ago, it was the people of this sect who beat him so embarrassingly, and then sealed him in that small place to torture him.He didn't expect that when he came out this time, it was someone from this sect who released him. He couldn't avenge the seal and had to obey the agreement to repay this person. One can imagine the depression.

Ling Lian watched as Mo Zun gradually changed into bright red pupils when the two were alone, and he stared at her with evil spirits all over his body.

She suddenly felt her eyelids start to twitch...

The place where he had been bitten last night seemed to be aching again.

She squirmed backwards into the bed and wrapped herself up, like a cicada pupa, without giving the demon king any place to bite.

She doesn't have that much blood to donate to him, nor does she have that much money to buy him a panacea, anyway, she needs nothing now, only one life.

Fortunately, although the Demon Lord looked at her with dangerous eyes, he did not do anything out of the ordinary.Ling Lian felt that she was really weak and needed to rest at that time, so she fell asleep with Mo Zu's dangerous eyes.

It should be that the blood-deficient and weak are prone to dream more, and it should be that the blood-red eyes of the Demon Lord are too easy to make people think too much... Ling Lian felt that he was sleeping extremely restlessly this time.

She dreamed again.

The strange thing is that Ling Lian always feels that there seems to be some connection between these dreams, but Ling Lian can't tell what the specific connection is.

If these dreams are used as a metaphor, then these dreams are like... like... like someone's memory fragments.There is a little here, there is a little there, but it is always impossible to make up a complete memory chain.

She remembered that last time she dreamed that she was sitting in a magnificent hall, and she stabbed her heart fiercely with a strangely shaped dagger...

This time the dream was that the dagger had pierced into his heart, and the miraculous thing was that he did not die.

She could even feel her scalp numb and feel that every time her heart beat, the sharp blade seemed to sink into the soft flesh of her heart.She even had a sense of déjà vu, the sense of déjà vu that her heart would be cut in half by a sharp knife as long as she beat hard.

Ling Lian lowered her head, watching the blood in her heart flow out from the edge of the sharp blade, and finally converge on the hollow at the root of the sharp blade.Someone took the blood in a delicate glass cup.

She watched helplessly as the blood of her heart pooled in the cup, and then filled up the entire cup.

After the blood is full, the sharp blade is also very miraculous and gradually becomes transparent, and finally even disappears.And the wound she was pierced also disappeared. With trembling fingertips, she caressed the skin around her heart: it was smooth, tender, and it wouldn't hurt even if she pressed it hard.

It seemed that everything just now was an illusion.

But the feeling of being pierced by a sharp knife in my heart is still there, as if the knife has never been pulled out of my heart.

hallucinations?

But the glass full of blood in front of her eyes seemed to silently remind her that what happened just now was the truth.

She couldn't see the face of the person holding the glass cup in front of her eyes clearly, but she could clearly hear that person saying to her in her ear: "You have to use your blood to raise the king..."

(End of this chapter)