Immortal, save me!

When Luo Jin woke up, his body was still a little weak. He opened his eyes slowly and saw a blue bed tent. He blinked and turned to look to the side. Mo Yin was practicing cross-legged with his back to him.

He opened his mouth: "Xian..."

The voice was rough and unpleasant, like a duck's call that had changed its tone.

Luo Jin: "..."

He simply closed his mouth, licked his chapped lips, and reached out to pull the corner of Mo Yin's clothes.

Mo Yin did not move, as if he was immersed in cultivation and unable to extricate himself, unable to notice external interference.

Luo Jin refused to give up and tugged on Mo Yin's clothes.

Mo Yin still didn't move.

Luo Jin: Immortals are really devoted to their cultivation!

Little did he know that the person with his back to him had already opened his eyes, but did not look back at him.

Mo Yin had noticed it since Luo Jin woke up, but because of what happened before, he decided to give him a small punishment.

Thinking of how he hurried over two days ago and wasted some effort to break the formation, what he saw when he entered was Luo Jin standing there with bleeding from his seven orifices, blowing a bone whistle.

At that moment, his heart clenched, and a dull feeling lingered in his heart. It was another kind of pain that was different from physical injuries. It was short-lived but unbearable.

Mo Yin came back to his senses and noticed that there was no movement behind him. He paused, looked back, and met someone's shining eyes.

Mo Yin: "..."

Failed.

Luo Jin looked at him with her eyes wide open, with a genuine expression on her face, and a silly grin on her face.

Mo Yin poured a glass of water and came over and helped Luo Jin up.

He raised the cup in front of Luo Jin, but kept it at a fist's distance so that he could not drink from it.

"Want to drink?"

Luo Jin nodded.

"Do you know you're wrong?"

Luo Jin was confused, was it wrong? What's wrong? But he still nodded, after all, no matter what the immortal did, he was right.

Mo Yin looked at his eyes and felt that they were very clear and clean, but also a little silly. The confusion in his eyes clearly told him that this person didn't know that he was wrong at all, let alone where he was wrong. Therefore, Mo Yin Continue to ask: "What's wrong?"

Luo Jin looked at him blankly and opened her mouth. Thinking of her unpleasant voice, she closed her mouth tightly again.

He blinked, his eyes quickly filled with water, and his brows were furrowed, his innocent expression was extremely pitiful.

Mo Yin looked at him expressionlessly, put the cup to his mouth, and fed him water.

Luo Jin drank the water, cleared her throat, hugged Mo Yin's waist, and said coquettishly: "Immortal, I miss you~"

Mo Yin's heart moved slightly, but with a calm face, he asked him: "What did you promise to me before leaving? Didn't you say you wouldn't fight to the death? Did you do it?"

Luo Jin was slightly startled when he heard this. He seemed to know what the immortal was angry about. Is it because he failed to protect himself? But he had no choice. If he didn't fight hard, he would be caught by those people, and then he would never see the immortal again.

Luo Jin rested her chin on Mo Yin's shoulder, tilted her head and rubbed Mo Yin's cheek, and said as if she knew she was wrong and would correct it, "I was wrong, there will be no next time."

Mo Yin nodded: "Well, there will be no next time."

Luo Jin looked up at him and didn't understand why Mo Yin echoed his words, but this did not affect his good mood.

His eyes traced the outline of Mo Yin's profile, from his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, and from the bridge of his nose to his red lips. He stared at it for a moment, and then his eyes moved down, landing on the beautifully shaped Adam's apple.

He also has this thing, but it doesn't look as good as the immortal's. Well, the shape is good-looking, and it rolls up and down beautifully. It's like an ornament carved from beautiful jade, clean and attractive?

He swallowed, and moved his gaze downwards, staring at Mo Yin's collar, looking at it with burning eyes. Well, the collarbone is also pretty. Looking further down, the clothes blocked his view.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand, hooked Mo Yin's collar and pulled it down.

The next moment, his hand was held, and the immortal's pleasant voice sounded above his head.

"What are you doing?"

Luo Jin looked up at him, her eyes were on fire, hot and sultry, and her pale cheeks turned crimson, making her look a little more gorgeous.

Mo Yin frowned and raised his hand to put on his forehead, the temperature was a bit hot.

He pushed her down on the bed and lay down, took the thin quilt and covered Luo Jin, saying: "You have a fever, take a good rest."

Luo Jin looked at him innocently, feeling feverish? That is impossible. He was just greedy.

It's a pity that this man doesn't understand the style, he can only look at it but not eat it, it keeps whetting his appetite.

Seeing Mo Yin stand up, Luo Jin pulled his clothes back.

"Where are the immortals going?"

Mo Yin: "Give you some medicine."

Luo Jin rolled her eyes and smiled.

"I have medicine."

Mo Yin: "Where?"

Luo Jin: “I’ll just give you a kiss and a hug from the immortal~”

Mo Yin: "..."

"You're sick, stay calm."

After saying that, Mo Yin turned around and went out.

Looking at the closed door, Luo Jin became quiet, only complaining that his limbs were weak now, otherwise, the immortal would have been pressed under him in this way.

He sighed and stared at the bed curtain in a daze, but why wasn't this room made of stone?

He turned around and looked around uncertainly, and found that the house was really not built of stone, but of wood common in Daqi. Could it be that they had returned to Daqi?

At this time, light footsteps came, and the door was pushed open with a creak, and a fat man with a beard and a wide body came in.

Luo Jin's eyes widened and he stared at the person in disbelief. If it weren't for the familiar footsteps, the familiar height, and the picturesque eyebrows, he would have doubted whether this person had entered the wrong room. Got it!

He hesitated to speak and looked at Mo Yin: "Immortal..."

Mo Yin turned around: "What's wrong?"

Luo Jin: "Why is the immortal dressed like this?"

Mo Yin looked calm: "If I don't do this, I will be captured and have my flesh cut off and my blood bled."

Luo Jin was shocked when he heard this and said angrily: "Who dares to take advantage of the immortal? If you want me to know, I have to make him taste the flesh and blood myself!"

The corners of Mo Yin's lips were slightly raised, and he said half-smilingly: "From the emperor of the Great Qi Kingdom to the common people and the beggars on the streets, they are all trying to beat my flesh and blood. What do you want?"

Luo Jin: "..."

He can't do it all by himself!

"How could this happen? What happened while we were away?"

Mo Yin took a letter and handed it to him and said, "Read it yourself."

Luo Jin reached out and took it, opened the letter immediately, and read it quickly. After reading it, he still couldn't believe it. He read it again from beginning to end. The signature was Bai Shi.

He knew that the Dog Emperor was ridiculous, but he didn't expect it to be so ridiculous. He couldn't help summoning Taoist priests to refine the elixir. He also believed in the rumor that the immortal was immortal and wanted to capture the immortal to refine the elixir. He didn't expect that those ignorant people who followed the trend would believe it and searched everywhere. The whereabouts of the immortal!

After a few years, the Yu Kingdom also exchanged Daqi's blood openly. Perhaps the upper class was not obvious yet, but the number of half-demon among the lower class people was increasing, and there were fewer and fewer normal human children.