The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 65 On the Fairy Way (32)

Sui Ling lowered her eyes seriously to think about the problem, and a sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Sui Ling got up, opened the door, and an unexpected figure appeared outside the door.

The visitor was dressed in a black robe with a coquettish and mysterious purple iris flower embroidered on his chest.

The people of Ten Thousand Ghosts.

The man in black robe bowed his head respectfully, holding a carved mahogany box in his hand, and handed it to Sui Ling.

"This is given to the young master next to you by the head of the sect." The man in black robe looked up into Mo Tang's eyes, and suddenly smiled on his expressionless face.

"The owner of the sect said that the crops will be returned to the original owner, and I hope that Young Master Mo will not forget the kindness of the Wangui Sect after he takes off in the future."

After Sui Ling took the wooden box, the man in black turned and left, closing the door behind him with a smile.

Return it to its original owner?

Sui Ling put the carved wooden box into Mo Tang's arms, and lazily leaned against the table, not curious about what was inside.

Mo Tang pursed his lips, walked towards Suiling, and opened the wooden box in front of the girl.

A blood-colored jade pendant lay alone in the box.

The whole body of the jade pendant was dark red, and under the light, it was as clear as a drop of blood, and a faint devilish energy surrounded the whole body, adding a bit of the ancient evil spirit that had been silent for thousands of years.

Mo Tang reached out and picked up the jade pendant.

"Magic Yiling?!"

Sitting on the chair, Luo Mingyun saw the jade pendant in Mo Tang's hand, and stood up in shock, her tone a bit disbelieving.

Mo Yiling is equivalent to the royal jade seal of the demon world.

The owner of the royal blood of the demon world can command the demons in the world.

How could such a thing be here?
"Return...to the original...to the original owner? Doesn't that mean...Your Excellency Mo, you are a member of the Demon Race?!"

Sui Ling took the jade pendant from Mo Tang's hand, her eyes were a little careless, and she lazily flipped through it in her hand.

A wisp of clear spiritual power was injected loosely and forcefully into the jade pendant, dispelling the lingering devilish energy around it.

The jade pendant is the supreme sacred object of the demon clan, and the demonic energy is constantly emerging, and it cannot be expelled cleanly.

Sui Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, and simply let the spiritual power wrap the jade pendant directly to prevent the spread of evil energy.

After finishing everything, he casually threw the jade pendant back into Mo Tang's hands, and looked up at Luo Mingyun.

The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, his eyes were lazily and casually intertwined, and his tone was unusually arrogant and confident, "So what if you are, so what if you are not."

"But recently the demons have started to stir again, and even the Wan Gui Sect dare not recruit people from the demons. As the suzerain of the Xuandan Sect, you may become the target of public criticism."

Luo Mingyun looked downstairs, several demons were standing alone, avoiding a path in disgust wherever they went.

Turning his head to seriously analyze the situation with Sui Ling, his voice was full of worry.

"So? Do you want me to expel him?" Sui Ling tilted her head and smiled slightly, playing with Mo Tang's hand.

"Not really. You should at least keep a distance from him on the surface and show it to outsiders."

Luo Mingyun has experienced the powerlessness of being the enemy of everyone, so she solemnly persuades Sui Ling.

"Since Your Excellency Mo is the master of Mo Yiling, then his status in the demon clan should not be low. Sending him to the demon clan to venture into the world is also a good choice."

Mo Tang didn't quite believe that he was a member of the Demon Race, but when he heard Luo Mingyun's words, he still couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes turned cold, and he tightened his fingers.

Sensing Mo Tang's cold gaze, Luo Mingyun just pursed her lips slightly and turned her head to ignore it.

Sui Ling chuckled, and leaned against the window, her brows were cold and lazy, "My people never need to endure and dormant in the dark."

Luo Mingyun wanted to say something more, but looked at Suiling's dark but calm eyes like the night, and swallowed the next words.

Sect Master Qing doesn't seem like a person without calculations, she must have her own thinking, no amount of persuasion is useless.
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A huge drum sounded from the bottom of the building, and the lights suddenly dimmed.

"Our respected guests, please be a little quiet, the auction is now starting grandly."

The one who spoke was a lady with a sweet voice, holding an auction hammer, with a sweet and gentle smile, and a head of flowing black hair that could make her look absolutely stunning.

When the auction started, Luo Mingyun stopped thinking about it and looked at the bottom of the building intently.

Lingqiong Xuelian is a high-grade drug that comes once in 300 years, and it will usually appear as the finale.

Sui Ling wasn't interested in other items, and didn't pay much attention to the auction below, touching Mo Tang's well-articulated hand, her voice was flat and clear.

"Do you know the identity of your mother?"

Under the dim light, the girl's appearance was hazy like an ink painting, clean and elegant.

Mo Tang rubbed the lines of the blood-colored jade pendant, and when he heard Sui Ling's question, his eyelashes trembled, and his heart that firmly believed that he was a human was suddenly shaken.

He shook his head slightly and remained silent.

"Your mother is the little princess of the demon world." Sui Ling raised her eyes to look at Mo Tang's conceited and evil eyes, her expression was indifferent but somewhat warm, "Half of the blood of the demons is shed on your body."

Even though his heart had already been built, Mo Tang couldn't help but purse his thin crimson lips into a straight line after hearing the result with his own ears.

"So...that's...the reason why they hate me?" Mo Tang opened his mouth, his voice inexplicably hoarse and sour.

There is an unwritten rule in the two worlds of humans and demons that mixed blood is a bastard and is not worthy of being their kind.

Mo Tang'er would often be laughed at by the other disciples of Yu Jianzong, laughing at him for being dirty and calling him a bastard.

At that time, Mo Tang was still young, clutching a clean white shirt, with puzzled and ignorant eyes, he explained aggrievedly.

"Not dirty, Mo Tang's body is very clean, and it still has a fragrance."

The words of being so young will attract a lot of laughter.

Mo Tang tried to go to Mo Li to ask the reason, but every time he would push him away in disgust and indifferently, and coldly warn him not to come any closer.

Mo Tang would also often tug on his mother's clothes with a frustrated face, and ask why.

It's a pity that the mother would only hold him and cry, and didn't say anything. Sometimes she would beat him viciously when she was bored, calling him a shackle while crying, and asking him why he didn't die.

Gradually, Mo Tang kept silent, and numbly avoided Mo Li when he saw him.

Powerless to accept the ridicule and ridicule of the crowd.

"Maybe, they always have prejudice in their eyes." Sui Ling's eyes were indifferent, as if recalling something, she tapped her palate lightly.

"You don't hate me."

Without any uncertain inquiries, Mo Tang looked at Sui Ling with a clear voice.

Sui Ling smiled lightly, rubbed Mo Tang's thin wrist bones, and added a suffix to Mo Tang's words, "I will never know it in every lifetime."

The same is different, and it's too late to cherish each other, so how can they hate it?

"With the magic order in hand, do you want to climb to the highest position?"

A ray of light reflected the deep red in Mo Tang's eyes, Sui Ling looked at the boy's low-browed and obedient appearance, and suddenly wanted him to sit in that seat.

Although I like his cuteness, he should be proud and powerful.

"I don't want to." Mo Tang quickly vetoed, and gently kissed Shang Suiling's eyes.

It's fine to be by your side, and it doesn't matter if you break your wings.

(End of this chapter)