The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 80 On the Fairy Way (47)

When Sui Ling and Mo Tang came to the front hall after washing, the old man was sitting quietly on the stone bench. Although his head was lowered, the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be restrained at all.

Hearing the noise, she raised her head excitedly, her pair of galaxy-like red eyes added a lot of brilliance to the whole slightly old face.

The old man stared closely at Mo Tang, as hot as a wolf who had been hungry for a long time suddenly saw the tender meat within his reach.

Mo Tang: "..."

The old man's passionate gaze was undisguised, as if looking at a savior who could save the demons, Mo Tang pursed his lips uncomfortably.

The mantra of the old man can lead directly to the abyss, so Sui Ling no longer has to spend energy to walk to the abyss, and then bother to cross the river.

Follow the footsteps of the old man and step into the black vortex.

The familiar ancient plum tree came into view, and the old man didn't procrastinate. After stepping on the parched land, he said directly to Mo Tang: "Your Excellency, Mo Tang, just put your hand on the ground and activate your spiritual power."

Mo Tang tilted his head, a little suspicious, "Is it that simple?"

Snow from the abyss is hard to find in a hundred years now, but it can cure many difficult and miscellaneous diseases, and can it be obtained only by spiritual power?
"It's simply because you, Your Excellency Mo Tang, are the predestined person."

The old man touched the divining stone with blue light in his hand, smiled slightly, with kind eyes.

After hearing this, Mo Tang stopped talking, and squatted down slowly. The black robe was mopping the floor, the sleeves were embroidered with delicate dark red patterns, his porcelain white skin was a little sick, his eyes were clear, blood was surging, and his profile was smooth. Exuding a coquettish and evil atmosphere.

The dark green spiritual power was mixed with strands of bright red, pouring into the ground continuously, and the majestic devil energy began to surge and spread around him.

The demonic energy powerful enough to devour everything rushed towards the young girl and the old man. Sui Ling squinted her eyes, raised her finger slightly, and water mist rose from the ground, resisting the dangerous magical energy.

In just two months, Mo Tang's strength has been raised by at least another level.

Sui Ling caressed her thin white wrist bones, and a dark light flashed in her amber eyes.

Compared to saying that Mo Tang is exceptionally talented and fast in cultivation, Sui Ling feels that his current state is more like... the return of his power that originally belonged to him.

he is waking up...

Mo Tang died too early in the original plot, and there are not many scenes that belong to him. Sui Ling can only know his general outline.

However, according to the current development, Mo Tang's identity will remain a mystery.

Sui Ling rubbed her wrists a little irritably, looking at Mo Tang with fluttering hair, her eyes were unclear.

Spiritual power mixed with demonic energy poured into the land, and the abyss soon underwent drastic changes.

The dry and hot atmosphere was gradually replaced by the howling cold wind, and a faint coolness filled the air.

Glittering life began to emerge from the dry and cracked land, and fresh and dense grasses gushed out of the ground very quickly. Unlike the usual green grass, all the grass that emerged on the ground was shiny silver grass Seedling.

The cold wind blows wantonly, and the silver tender grass gently bends down the waist, soft and beautiful.

The spiritual power soon spread to the tall and dry ancient plum tree.

The rich and strong fragrance floats in the air in a clear and shallow way, and the charming fragrance lingers in the nose, intoxicating and mellow.

The plum red is bright, and the weeping blood petals are slightly dark, making it extraordinarily coquettish and beautiful.

The temperature dropped again, the chill seemed to spread in the bone marrow, and the red plums began to gradually condense snow and frost.

Mo Tang's face was still calm and sinister, and a large amount of spiritual overdraft made him pale again. He tilted his head to meet Shang Sui's clear and moist eyes, and his crimson lips were slightly raised.

Sui Ling raised her head and looked at the dark sky. The cumulus clouds had condensed and formed, floating in the air, showing a faint tendency to fall.

Everything in the land of the abyss was revived, exuding vigorous vitality. Suddenly, a dazzling thunder and lightning resounded through the sky,
The pure and flawless crystals fluttered and fell from the sky. Sui Ling stretched out her hand, and the cold snowflakes bloomed in the palm of her hand for a moment, and quickly melted on the fair skin, leaving clear water mixed with fragrance.

The old man felt the coolness on his body, his eyes trembled, and the red pupils were densely covered with white snowflakes.

"It's really...it's snowing..."

The sound of sighing and nostalgia melted into the howling wind, and the old man tremblingly took out the porcelain bottle from his arms and put it in the crystal clear grass, waiting for the snow to fall.

The snow of the abyss that has not fallen for a hundred years is now a priceless treasure.

The fluffy snow fell quickly and quickly, and Mo Tang's broad shoulders were covered with clear frost, which quickly blended into the black robe, and there was no trace of him.

Mo Tang withdrew his spiritual power, and his indifferent eyebrows and eyes instantly showed a touch of weakness, his body was thin and weak, and his gaze towards Sui Ling seemed to be trying to brace himself up, and his breath was a little weak.

Sui Ling frowned, put the porcelain bottle handed to her by the old man on the ground, and walked quickly to Mo Tang.

"Let you do your best, what are you doing so hard?"

"It's okay." With his pale paper-like face, Mo Tang unscrupulously hugged Suiling's waist, his face buried in black hair was filled with a smile, and there was no trace of weakness between his brows and eyes.

The old man squatted behind Sui Ling, holding the porcelain bottle in his hand, looked up to see Mo Tang's expression, and bowed his head silently.

Your Excellency Mo Tang...So it turned out that he was relying on pretending to be a poor Bomei.

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After playing in the Demon Realm for two months and getting the snow of the abyss, Suiling didn't plan to stay in the Demon Realm any longer, and asked the old man to leave.

The old man hugged Abyss Snow contentedly, and when he heard Suiling's decision, he raised his head in surprise, "Are you still leaving?"

The old man saw that Sui Ling was a human race, but His Excellency Mo Tang had already fallen into a demon. According to the human world's current aversion to demons, it was obviously not a wise choice for them to go back now.

"Well, I still have something to do in the human world." Sui Ling's voice was cold, and she smiled gratefully at the old man.

The old man turned his gaze to the handsome young man, "Your Excellency Motang..."

The emotion in Mo Tang's eyes didn't change at all, he didn't speak, he reached out and grabbed the girl's pale five fingers, proving his choice with actions.

Knowing that no one can change Mo Tang's decision, the old man stopped persuading him, bowed his head, and gave a formal farewell ceremony to the two in front of him.

Sui Ling and Mo Tang have been living in the magic palace, and the old man was afraid of Yu Ji's troubles, so he used the identity of the national teacher to accompany them.

At this time, the old man was wearing the black national teacher's uniform, and the standard etiquette made her already dignified and generous.

Sui Ling recalled how the original owner performed the salute in the human world, and returned the salute to the old man with a smile.

The old man habitually touched the divination stone in his hand, with some reluctance in his eyes, he finally turned his back and shook his hands, "Let's go, it's late at night in the human world, when you go, it happens to be the next morning. "

"We will meet again if we are destined." Sui Ling looked at the black vortex that appeared in front of her, took Mo Tang's fingers, and at the moment she walked into the vortex, she looked at the old man and smiled slightly.

The old man's black vortex directly sent Sui Ling to the border of the Demon Realm. Feeling the familiar light and warm air, Sui Ling took a deep breath that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Turning her head to catch a glimpse of Mo Tang's blood-tinged red eyes, she sighed indiscernibly.

The devilish energy on his body was easy to conceal, but she really couldn't do anything about those bloody eyes.

(End of this chapter)