The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 41 On the Fairy Way (8)

The first ray of mist in the morning scattered into the world, and as expected, the loud knock on the door disturbed Sui Ling who was still under the covers.

Sui Ling: "..."

She endures!

"Sect Master Qing! The secret realm has been opened ahead of time! Please call the disciples who are going to experience training to gather at the foot of the mountain!"

"understood."

Sui Ling buried her head on the bed, looking dejected, and made a muffled sound.

After a while, he sat up slowly and stared blankly into the distance.

Turning his eyes, his eyes fell on the ground, and Sui Ling resigned to her fate and began to dress and wash.

When Sui Ling showed up in the team with Mo Tang, she was already the last one.

"Sect Master Qing, even if you are stronger than us, you don't have to put on such a big air."

"Elder Xiao has to wait for you, a junior, isn't Sect Master Qing too arrogant?"

Sui Ling listened to these questioning and sarcasm, but glanced at everyone indifferently.

His tone was cold and devoid of any emotion, with an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"who am I?"

"Xuan Dan... the master of the alchemy sect."

The speaker was frightened by Sui Ling's indifferent eyes, and he stuttered a bit.

"Isn't the suzerain worth waiting for you?" Sui Ling took Mo Tang's hand and walked directly to the secret realm, her back was merciless, "And look good, I arrived on time and I was not late."

They all arrived at least half a stick of incense ahead of time, so it was reasonable for her to arrive at the last moment? !
What kind of shit suzerain? !No, it's because I have a good father!

Everyone was a little afraid of Sui Ling's eyes, afraid that she would make a move suddenly.

No one dared to be the first bird anymore, they could only secretly discuss it in their hearts.

But after being reprimanded by Elder Xiao for their dissatisfied expression, they hated Sui Ling even more.

Luo Mingyun was not affected by the emotions of the crowd, and cast a glance at the gate of the secret realm that had returned to calm.

Mo Tang looked at the girl walking forward with no expression on her face, lowered her eyes, she was still holding her wrist.

Sui Ling's fingers are white and slender, and her nails are clean and round. They rest on the young man's strong wrist, making her look even thinner.

Does she have nothing to eat?Why are you so thin?
Mo Tang furrowed his brows imperceptibly, staring at Suiling's sharp jaw and that swan neck without a trace of fat.

He was so skinny that he could strangle him with one hand.

The deeper you go, the denser the forest becomes, and the sunlight is thinner, scattered on the ground through the gaps between the leaves.

Sui Ling was very lucky. After walking for half a day, even though the environment was very dark, at least she didn't encounter any ferocious spirit beasts.

She built a pile of wood, and her eyes fell on Mo Tang.

"Light it up."

Mo Tang:?
Seeing the doubtful eyes of the young man, Sui Ling raised her eyebrows and asked back: "Aren't you a fire root?"

It shouldn't be, she remembers correctly.

Mo Tang's long eyelashes covered the black mist in his eyes, and he pursed his lips.

When he looked up again, he still had the same playful smile.

"Master, did you remember wrongly, this disciple is a wood-type spiritual root."

After the words were closed, a green vine emerged from the ground and wrapped around Suiling's wrist intimately.

is it?

Sui Ling lowered her eyes and patted on the vines, not really believing that she had made a mistake.

"Then you can drill wood to make fire. I'll go over there and have a look."

Sui Ling's tone was flat, and she thoughtfully brought wood for Mo Tang, and then left.

Mo Tang: "..."

Looking at the girl's disappearing figure, Mo Tang jumped into flames from his fingertips, igniting the pile of wood, and the flames were reflected in those jet-black pupils.

Qing Ang doted on his daughter, even leaving him alone as a child could not cause any trouble.

So after picking himself up, he threw it to Qing Suiling without testing his talent.

No matter what the occasion, he always shows people with wood-type spiritual roots.

She never mentioned her fire-type spiritual root, how did she know?
After getting along with each other for the past few days, Mo Tang actually had a vague guess in his heart, which was absurd and ridiculous.

But after thinking about it, which normal person would change his previous temperament overnight?

Qing Suiling would not care about him indifferently.

Will not personally apply medicine for him.

Not to mention pulling his sleeve coldly and asking him to deal with the troublesome person in front of him.

Qing Suiling, who used to be irritable and took pleasure in torturing him, beat him with a whip, no longer exists.

The current master will not speak ill of him.

Mo Tang's eyes suddenly became dark, and the light from the fire illuminated his wanton and evil side face.

The current master gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The indescribable sense of familiarity made him reluctant to push it away.

Mo Tang has seen Sui Ling treat others with a gentle appearance, but still cold-hearted in his eyes.

But when she was alone with him, she would show a little tenderness.

Just like the snow in Tianshan only melts for him.

Nobody doesn't like being an exception.

Especially Mo Tang who lacks love.

[Sui Ling's host, Mo Tang has never exposed his fire-type spiritual roots in front of Qing Suiling. ]
Sui Ling: Oh, so what?
Sui Ling stared at the crystal-clear brook in front of her, her eyes were bent, her attention was obviously not on 1087's words.

It's good to be recognized.

She didn't really want to take the blame for the original owner.

[Aren't you afraid that he will regard you as a monster who took you away? ]
Am I acting like a monster?
[It's not like, but... Seizing the house is not normal for a cultivator. ]
He won't hate me for this.

Sui Ling said very firmly.

She squatted down slowly among the streams, and dipped her hands into the cold water.

1087 didn't speak anymore, it didn't want to break Sui Ling's heart.

It doesn't know that Mo Tang is Wen Jingce, and it doesn't understand Sui Ling's determination.

When Sui Ling returned with the fish, Mo Tang was sitting obediently by the fire.

Playing with a few wild fruits in his hands, the corners of his lips curled up when he saw the girl's figure.

"You're not her, are you?"

Sui Ling didn't answer directly, but asked lightly: "Are you afraid?"

Mo Tang smiled even more intensely, "I'm not afraid."

The young man took the fish from Sui Ling's hand and naturally placed it on the fire.

Mo Tang: "Then what about her?"

Sui Ling knew that he was asking about the original owner, "Dead."

"Dead, thank you."

Mo Tang naturally thought it was Sui Ling who killed him, and thanked him with his crimson lips.

Sui Ling washed the wild fruit with water, tilted her head and took a bite, but she didn't respond.

He killed people, and if you want to thank him, you should also thank him.

Mo Tang never wronged himself, since he could feel his closeness and familiarity with Sui Ling.

Then he will not go against his heart and alienate Sui Ling.

Mo Tang has been able to find food on his own since he was a child in Yujianzong.

Not to mention the short wandering life in childhood.

Let him practice superb cooking skills.

He handed the grilled fish to Sui Ling, smiling wantonly but lingeringly.

Sui Ling: "..."

Facing his weird and weird indifference for so many days.

It's really not used to being so attentive now.

1087 Hehe said: [I still hate you? ]
It's true, but Mo Tang's brain is really not a normal person.

Not only did he not hide when he encountered the matter of seizing the house, but he also rushed forward.

It's the low vision.

Sui Ling corrected 1087: I don't dislike it, but I'm not used to it.

(End of this chapter)