The male god, he is handsome and cracks the sky [Quick time travel]

Mo Jiuyuan Extra Story

The spring breeze in March, Yiyi Yangliu.

The streets in the early morning have woken up, and the pale mist enveloped the city walls.

The wine shop beside the road was silent, and the tables and chairs, which were usually bustling, were empty and desolate now.In the morning, this is the most leisurely time of the day.

The clerk in the restaurant yawned and stood in front of the counter with sleepy eyes, looking like he was dozing off.

Suddenly, the door of the restaurant was gently pushed open, and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked in. His facial features were so unremarkable that those who had seen him could almost forget him in a blink of an eye.

He smiled lightly at the guy, and said, "Here's a wine ball."

A faint light flashed in the eyes of the bleary-eyed guy, and he asked immediately, "What flavor do you want?"

"Sesame stuffing, no wine, six servings." The man smiled, "Two servings are spicy, three servings are vinegar, and one serving is nothing."

"Hey! Alright!" The guy yelled loudly, and said with a smile, "Guest officer, come with me!"

The middle-aged man lowered his head, followed the figure of the guy in a few steps, deftly passed through the counter and the back kitchen, and then disappeared into a hidden trapdoor in the corner.

He quickly and silently walked through the dark and dense passage, and knocked lightly on a certain part of the wall with ease, and then, only heard a slight "click", a stone door on the wall slowly opened, in the rough There was a dull rumble on the ground.

Passing through this stone gate, the eyes suddenly opened up.

Bright and clear light, exquisite and luxurious furnishings.Green smoke curls up from the carved gold incense burner in the corner, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of rosemary.

The middle-aged man passed through these gorgeous furnishings with a calm expression, and went straight to the depths of the room.

"Is there any news?" A deep and elegant male voice sounded behind him. The man hurriedly followed the sound and turned his head to look, only to see a man in a gorgeous purple robe standing behind him. Bai held a folding fan between his fingers, and a pair of radiant peach blossom eyes were staring at him closely.

The middle-aged man hastily bowed deeply.He said in a respectful tone, "My lord."

Ouyang frowned impatiently, and asked again patiently: "How is the matter going?"

The middle-aged man pursed his lips, with a troubled expression on his ordinary-looking face, he said rather self-blamingly: "This... is because the subordinate is not good at doing things. You asked the subordinate to find someone, and the subordinate really... …limited ability."

After hearing this, Ouyang couldn't help frowning deeply, and he asked persistently, "Is there any clue?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

Ouyang tightly locked his brows, his peach blossom eyes were full of haze.

Even now, he still feels unbelievable about what happened seven months ago, as if he was just having an unreal and weird dream.

But... the scene in that secret room was so clear and real, as if it happened yesterday.

That day, after they were trapped by that Wen Zeduan and couldn't get out, things became extremely strange. The lines on the wall began to twist, and he felt the vitality in his body was rapidly passing away.

Consciousness began to become blurred, everything in front of him seemed to become unreal, and the resentment of being helpless filled his heart. At that moment... Ouyang even felt that he would die.

Immediately afterwards, I don't know what happened, a white light flashed in front of my eyes, and Wen Zeduan's hoarse and painful cry sounded in my ears: "No!!!! This is impossible!!"

Following the heart-piercing cry, Ouyang only felt that the life force that had just passed away began to flow back gradually, the strength returned to the limbs, and the mind began to wake up again.The internal force surging in the meridians... even became deeper.

Ouyang opened his eyes in surprise, only to see that the lines on the wall disappeared without a trace, making the whole room look empty.The room was in a mess, and the poor furniture seemed to be smashed to the ground by some kind of strong impact.The only thing that was intact was the bed in the center of the room. However, Wen Zeduan on the bed was still a charred black corpse, with his mouth wide open grimly at the ceiling, as if he was screaming silently.

Standing there, Ouyang felt as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and everything around him was full of unreality.

He turned away.Almost instantly, he discovered something was wrong:

—— "Where are Wen Sa and Shen Bai?" He heard himself asking.

After coming out of that weird place, everything seemed wrong... Shangguan Xueshang became preoccupied, and even he couldn't forget about it, so he used all his resources to investigate it.

As the richest man, he runs restaurants, hotels and even brothels all over the country. Speaking of which, there is no information in this world that he cannot obtain.

But... Those two people seemed to disappear out of thin air, they really disappeared in this world without a trace, without any clues.

Ouyang frowned even tighter, and he waved at the middle-aged man, indicating that he could leave.

The middle-aged man bowed respectfully, then turned and walked towards the door. Suddenly, he paused, as if he remembered something.So he turned around hesitantly, and said to Ouyang: "My lord... I think there are some things you might want to know about the Demon Cult."

Ouyang's complexion froze, and his pair of peach blossom eyes, which were always smiling, were full of solemnity and complexity at the moment.

Mo Jiuyuan...

He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "You say."

The middle-aged man replied: "The leader of the Demon Cult, Mo Jiuyuan... issued a reward order for Miss Shangguan's head."

———————————————————————————————————

Mo Jiuyuan lowered his eyes, his handsome face was so handsome that it was so pale and bloodless, which made his eyes look as deep as the sea.

His expression is calm and gentle, as if everything is as usual, but this calmness is as fragile as ice, as if it will melt in a second, revealing the raging magma below, this kind of calm makes everyone who knows him tremble with fear.

He just sat there quietly, lowering his eyes, carefully looking at the small and moist wine glass in his palm.

Since he came back, he has not been as moody as before. On the contrary, he has become strangely calm, his emotions and anger are indistinct. However, no one saw him except the death row prisoners who wailed every night in the prison. Calm bloodthirsty and ferocious.

All the members of the Demon Cult were even praying that he would become the moody Mo Jiuyuan before.

He sat there as if he was not thinking about anything.

Suddenly, an attendant of the Devil's Cult ran in from outside the hall, and said tremblingly, "Teacher... the leader, the right protector is in the garden, and said... that there is something important to discuss."

Mo Jiuyuan raised his eyes, looking straight at the attendant with cold and dead eyes, as sharp and terrifying as a sharp knife, full of the color of death.

The attendant retreated a few steps in fright, lowered his head, and said in a trembling voice: "Okay...it seems to be about Shangguan Xueshang..."

Mo Jiuyuan cast a cold glance at the attendant, then stood up and walked towards the garden.

After the man left...he tried his best to find him, but he always failed. He seemed to be torn apart by two selves, one was crying in the depths of his heart, and the other was him. He was so calm on the surface.

So, he thought, since he couldn't find that person...then just destroy everything that person came into contact with.

Therefore, he issued a reward order, offering a reward for the head of Miss Shangguan Xueshang.

However, deep in my heart, there is still a glimmer of hope faintly flickering.

If... I kill everyone you might care about, will you reappear in front of me?

Mo Jiuyuan slowly opened a cold and bloodthirsty smile, but his long and narrow eyes were full of despair and bewilderment.

Using his lightness kung fu, he came to the garden within a few leaps.

The blue sky at the beginning of spring is eye-catching, with a few wisps of well-proportioned and indifferent clouds floating in the sky, and the warm wind carries a bit of early spring's freshness, and it seems as if you can hear the rustling of everything growing in the revived garden.

The faint fragrance of grass and trees diffused, and beside the pavilion in the center of the garden, a tree of peach blossoms was in full bloom, like a blushing cloud.

There is a man standing under the tree.

Wearing a green dress, it hangs flutteringly on the thin and slender body, the loosely rolled black hair is blown up by the wind, and under the blue sleeves, you can see the slender and smooth fingers, with a light luster like jade .

A few gorgeous peach petals fell on the man's blue shoulders and black hair, the sharp contrast of colors made the eyes sour.

Standing behind the man, Mo Jiuyuan felt as if his heart had been hit hard, his head buzzed in a trance, and his eyes were blurred.

He stood in the distance as if drunk, carefully looking at the figure in front of him, for fear that this was just another fantasy, which would be shattered into a vast void the moment he moved.

As if sensing his presence, the man paused and turned his head slowly.

Elegant and stern facial features, deep black eyes, pale lips, and an old long sword in his hand.

Everything was so familiar, overlapping exactly with the image in his mind.

Mo Jiuyuan looked at him blankly, and suddenly covered his face and laughed, the arrogant and reckless laughter suddenly filled with shattered despair.

He started his martial arts and floated in front of that person in the blink of an eye.

Mo Jiuyuan hugged the man's skinny body tightly, and then traced his facial features gently and affectionately with his fingers, his long and narrow eyes were as intoxicating as the spring breeze.

He pointed hard, and the sharp nails tore off the man's face violently.

The blood stained the Tsing Yi, and Mo Jiuyuan listened to the sharp scream in a trance, and then gently pulled out his arm that had been stretched into the man's chest, and large swaths of thick blood were soaked with his movements.

Mo Jiuyuan smiled softly, his long and narrow dark eyes were filled with soft affection and tolerance, and then let the man's broken body fall into the fallen peach blossoms.

"You are not him..."

Mo Jiuyuan murmured in a daze.

He finally couldn't help but knelt down among the bloody petals, his cold and hard body shattered, and wept desperately covering his face.