There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

Mo Mingxin blinked, feeling a little funny.This great fairy who has lived for 2000 years is not even as good as his own disciple in terms of expressing emotions. It's really interesting.

But this clumsy expression also has an unspeakable cuteness, Mo Ming thought for a while, he was seriously injured at this time, and couldn't bear Zhen Mengchan's torment, in case she suddenly became angry and killed him, he had better shut up obediently.

Zhen Mengchan carefully lifted Mo Mingxin's body with her true energy and put it on the ground, her gaze stayed on the Mahayana Qi.

She was not injured, so it can be said that she has an overwhelming advantage.

Bullying others is what Fairy Zhen is best at. She has always been extremely strong.Walking slowly towards the Mahayana period, under the lingering frost, Zhen Mengchan's demeanor was almost at its peak, proud, indifferent, and out of reach.

Her gaze fell on the Qianjing Sword, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she said coldly: "Give back the Qianjing Sword."

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The matter has come to this point, it can be said that the dust has settled.

Of the three Mahayana disciples of the Zhenwu Sect, two were subdued and became captives, and one died tragically under the wrath of Fairy Zhen. Even the Nascent Soul and soul were frozen into ice and chopped into pieces by Zhen Mengchan's sharp sword.

Han Zhongli was also rescued. He and Jiang Ping rushed to help, but found that everything was over... Even Zhenwumen was gone.

The former and current Zhenwumen sect masters looked at the Zhenwumen sect that was completely in ruins, and their hearts were full of complex expressions.

There are five Mahayana disciples, and Mo Mingxin, whose combat power is comparable to that of the Mahayana period. Even the Zhenwumen, one of the four major sects, cannot withstand the aftermath of their battles. There were countless casualties, and very few survived.

Fortunately, there are fewer ordinary civilians in Longbian City where Zhenwumen is located, and they fled early as soon as they felt something was wrong, so fewer people died.

Ao Tian was slightly injured in this battle, Zhen Mengchan was almost unscathed, and the worst was Mo Mingxin, who was so seriously injured that he couldn't move.The group had no choice but to take a break in a nearby city.

"It's really like a dream. I didn't expect things to evolve to this point." After listening to Jiang Ping's talk about the situation in Shenzhou in recent days, Han Zhongli couldn't help feeling full of emotion.

He has been in Zhenwumen all his life, but now, even Zhenwumen is gone, and Zhengdao almost exists in name only. It is really difficult to adapt to such a sudden change.

But after all, he is in the Mahayana period, and his mental toughness is beyond comparison. In fact, his mood is not as low as that of Jiang Ping.

"Ping'er, Zhenwumen is gone, and we need to rebuild it bit by bit, slowly, we have plenty of time." He even had the mood to comfort Jiang Ping: "In fact, it will evolve like this. The internal problems of Zhenwumen are almost It is the main reason. For so many years, we have been trying to maintain stability, but we have ignored internal problems. The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant's nest. If it can't be broken, it can't stand. For Zhenwumen, this can be regarded as a rebirth."

"Yes, the disciple strictly follows the teachings of the master."

Han Zhongli nodded, and looked at Ao Tian who was drinking indifferently: "But this time, I also want to thank the three for their help. Without you, I guess I can only drink and hate in the rotten Zhenwu Sect."

"Master Han is too polite." Ao Tian waved his hand: "Now we can say that we have completely torn skins with the pseudo-immortal world. When the time comes to fight, we will have to rely more on you, the old master."

"Of course, it's time for me to settle accounts with the people in the pseudo-celestial world."

Han Zhongli nodded, with a gloomy look in his eyes.Although he doesn't show off his mountains and dew his water, few people who can cultivate to the Mahayana stage are easy-going people, and he is not as open-minded as he said.

After a pause, Han Zhongli put away his emotions again, and asked with concern: "I wonder how Miss Mo's injury is? Will there be any serious problems?"

"Although the injury is serious, it can still be recovered. Junior Sister herself said that there is nothing wrong with her. Now Fairy Zhen is taking care of her in the room."

When it comes to Zhen Mengchan, Ao Tian's expression is not only a little weird.

......

Mo Mingxin was somewhat embarrassed at the moment. After a fight, she was dirty and full of dust, but her internal organs were all damaged, her meridians were severely damaged, and her injuries were extremely serious. She was in excruciating pain when she moved a little I want to die, I can't even wash my body.

After all, she is a respectable person, the little demon girl can't allow herself to be so embarrassed, it will damage her image.

But I can't move, what should I do?

It's very simple, just ask others for help.

Mo Ming's malicious eyes not only fell on Zhen Mengchan beside him.

Zhen Mengchan originally came to see how her injury was and whether she needed help to heal her injury, but being stared at by Mo Mingxin, not only felt a little uncomfortable, she raised her eyebrows, and asked coldly, "What do you want?"

Mo Mingxin smiled and said: "Fairy Zhen, you see that my body is covered with dust and dirty, and I feel very uncomfortable. Can you clean it up for me?"

Zhen Mengchan was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a murderous look: "Do you dare to use me as a maid?"

"It's not ordering, it's..." Mo Mingxin pretended to be pitiful: "Do me a favor, everyone is a woman, and you know it's hard to be dirty."

Zhen Mengchan was so angry that she couldn't speak, you are going to die, you don't care if your body is dirty or not? !Why don't you go to heaven.

"Dream! If you want me to serve you, even if I die, it is absolutely impossible!"

"Do me a favor, Fairy Zhen."

"impossible!"

"Beauty Zhen?"

"If you talk nonsense again, be careful that I will cut off your tongue!"

"Sister Zhen~~!"

"...Don't be an example!"

Under Mo Mingxin's stalking, Zhen Mengchan finally reluctantly agreed.

After getting someone to fetch a basin of warm water, Zhen Mengchan stood on the edge of the bed, while Mo Mingxin lay on the bed, looking at her eagerly.

Zhen Mengchan's face was as usual, as cold as ice, and she suddenly took out the fairy sword.

Mo Mingxin looked at her in horror: "What are you doing?!"

"Your clothes are in the way."

Zhen Mengchan said calmly, and immediately the sword light flashed repeatedly, and the clothes on Mo Mingxin's body turned into countless rags, which fell to the ground one after another.