All My Fans in the World [Quick Transmigration]

After thinking about it, 5917 suddenly realized that the host seemed to be able to hear its inner voice completely, so it could be regarded as speaking ill of the host.

After waiting tremblingly for a long time, but Mo Ziyu did not respond, it couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief and was a little disappointed.

"His cultivation is almost exhausted, it is impossible to kill all the monsters here." Mo Ziyu said again.

Only then did 5917 notice that Ying Wudao's originally smooth rhythm began to stagnate from time to time, which was obviously a feeling of lack of strength.

After saying that, Mo Ziyu didn't speak again. 5917 couldn't help sweating for the man. Seeing that there were more and more monsters, it took a deep breath and suddenly realized a problem, "Host, if he What will happen if your cultivation is exhausted?"

"It's not good, at most I will die with him." Mo Ziyu raised his eyebrows.

"..." It now hopes that the Demon Lord can persevere, and it is only its host who understates death so lightly.

Mo Ziyu ignored 5917, but quietly looked at Ying Wudao's increasingly difficult but never stopped sword.

Even so, in front of him, no monster had ever barged in.

Although Mo Ziyu didn't like to be the protected person, it felt good once in a while.

"Su, host, there are more and more monsters." 5917 became more and more flustered, "You still have time to escape."

I don't know if it was intentional, but from the very beginning till now, Ying Wudao has consciously left a way for Mo Ziyu to leave. Although he is in a precarious state now, if Mo Ziyu wants to leave, he can definitely leave safely.

And if Mo Ziyu left, Ying Wudao would have nothing to worry about, and he might be able to break through.

But that being said, with Ying Wudao's current situation, it is obviously impossible to break through. Because of the shrinking of the circle, 5917 can clearly see that Ying Wudao's situation has not improved, but it seems to have gotten worse.

Therefore, the most likely situation is that after Mo Ziyu left, Ying Wudao was killed here by these endless monsters.

5917 felt a little sour in his heart.

"Why should I leave?" Mo Ziyu didn't move, and then, in the astonishment of 5917, he suddenly called out to Ying Wudao who was not far away: "If you let me die here, we will be finished." His voice Not too big, it was quickly drowned out by the monster's roar.

"Host, he's not conscious at all right now, it's useless for you to call me that." 5917 said, but before it finished speaking, it suddenly froze.

The Demon Lord, who seemed to have no strength just now, suddenly paused slightly, and then his body became full of momentum. Almost in the blink of an eye, thousands of monsters in front of him disappeared into the air like steam.

"What, what's going on here?" 5917 was dumbfounded.

The man's eyes were obviously still confused, how could he suddenly become so powerful?

Without answering 5917's doubts, Mo Ziyu focused his eyes on the depths of the abyss. Maybe it was because too many monsters came out, but he found that there seemed to be an energy fluctuation coming from there, which became more and more obvious as time went by.

"Xiao Wu, guess what's under the abyss?" Mo Ziyu asked suddenly.

"I don't know." 5917 replied, "It's not mentioned in the plot, this extreme abyss is a mystery until the end."

"Yes." Mo Ziyu responded, and then said to Ying Wudao who was fighting hard, "Let's go."

Originally, he wanted to say that the other party was unconscious now, so he probably couldn't understand the host's words, but before he could say anything, 5917 saw the man obediently stop beside Mo Ziyu.

At this time, the monsters near the two of them were almost cleaned up, so the two of them left this place without any return very smoothly.

"The test should have no current cultivation base." Mo Ziyu said to 5917.

"Host, according to tests, the Demon Venerable's cultivation base is at the peak of the Demon Tribulation Period." 5917 replied, "It has risen by two levels compared to before the madness."

"Understood." Mo Ziyu nodded, then looked at Ying Wudao who obediently followed him, "Do you remember who I am?"

The man who was very shrewd just now has a confused face, his pupils have returned to black, but inside they are clean, like a newborn child, he seemed a little hesitant when he heard what Mo Ziyu said, and he replied after a long time: "I like you."

5917: "..." Is it correct?The host was molested?

Mo Ziyu was not angry, and asked a few more questions, and finally came to a conclusion, "Not only did he lose his memory, but he also became stupid."

5917 nodded in agreement. A shrewd man with a ignorant expression is indeed...a bit silly, and with his 1.9-meter tall head, he looks a bit silly.

"But it's okay, his appearance is enough to make up for this small shortcoming." Mo Ziyu said again, "I hope his attributes that are good at work have not changed."

"..."

"Remember, you are my father and I am your son." Mo Ziyu taught Ying Wudao, "Your name is Ying Wudao."

Seeing the man nodding repeatedly, 5917 couldn't help sighing, when did the host become so kind?He didn't lie to this man.

"Don't you think it feels great to be called dad when you're in bed?" Just as 5917 was sighing, Mo Ziyu's voice suddenly came.

"..."

After a long silence, 5917 suddenly noticed a voice not far away, "Host, someone is coming."

However, before Mo Ziyu moved, Ying Wudao disappeared instantly. Before 5917 had time to react, he heard Mo Ziyu shout: "Stop."

At this time, Ying Wudao's sword had already been placed on the neck of the visitor.

It was a young man in blue cloth, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, trembling under Ying Wudao's sword.

"Daddy, let him go." Mo Ziyu said, seeing Ying Wudao obediently put down his sword, smiled at him, and then turned to the boy, "Who are you?"

The young man's eyes fell on Mo Ziyu's face, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, his face flushed red, "Hi, my name is Mu Xingyun, and I came up the mountain to collect herbs. You look so good-looking." He glanced at Mo Ziyu again, "Are you gods?"

"How old are you?" Mo Ziyu didn't answer the boy's question, but asked suddenly.

"Ten, sixteen." The boy replied.

"Ah."

"What, what's wrong?"

Mo Ziyu glanced at the young man who was nearly a head taller than himself, and then compared his thin arms and legs, regretting that his cultivation had advanced so quickly.

Although it wasn't just because of Yixian's medicine that he was still prescribed meat recently, he had grown nearly ten centimeters taller, but his height was still about the same as that of an ordinary girl, far short of his own standard height of 1.8 meters.

But now, he was actually compared by a boy who was two or three years younger than him.

Ying Wudao had already returned to Mo Ziyu's side at this time, as if sensing his danger, he put his arms around his shoulders as a comforting gesture.

A flash of envy flashed in the boy's eyes, "Are you father and son?"

"Yes." Mo Ziyu replied, "We are also here to collect herbs." As he spoke, he actually took out a medicine basket from behind, and put a few herbs in it.

5917: "..." When did the host prepare this?How did it not see it?What exactly does the host want to do?

"Xiao Wu, although the task has been completed, it's not good for you to be so forgetful." Just when 5917 was confused, Mo Ziyu's voice suddenly came, which startled it.

The host said this, could it be related to the plot? 5917 suddenly remembered the plot where it had forgotten.

Looking carefully, 5917's understanding of this seemingly simple peasant boy has undergone earth-shaking changes. It's not that he dislikes him, but, according to the child's setting, in other worlds, it is definitely appropriate. Protagonist identity.

The chance to improve his physique by gathering medicine, and then being taken by the elders of the first immortal sect, and he was directly accepted as a direct disciple. Since then, he has become more popular as a protagonist, building foundations in March, golden elixir for ten years, and Nascent Soul for a hundred years.

When he met Mu Xuan, who was the protagonist of Mo Ziyu's current identity, he was already an unparalleled genius among the new generation of disciples of the First Immortal Sect, and his cultivation was already in the middle stage of transformation.

As the protagonist who seems to be born to arouse their sadistic desires, Mu Xuan looked particularly miserable when he met Mu Xingyun, but what moved him was that Mu Xingyun, a great cultivator, was willing to take him in, He also took such good care of him.

I have never felt so many warm protagonists who undoubtedly fell in love with this considerate, stable and mature man.

Of course, if the final result is good, 5917 may not be so surprised, but it did not expect that after the other party made the pure and eager male protagonist fall in love with him, he cheated him of the magic cultivation technique and the only one from him. After leaving the tokens from his family, "How could anyone fall in love with such an idiot like you", Shi Shiran left. Not long after, he heard that the inheritance of the first family of cultivators who had been exterminated hundreds of years ago was later People took it.

It can be said that it was this incident that caused a devastating blow to the hero in the original plot, so he later gave up on himself and finally decided to commit suicide.

After learning about the plot, 5917's initial fondness for the young man was wiped out, "Host, why did you save such a person just now?"

"Did I save him?" Mo Ziyu said.

"Yes, if you hadn't called Mozun to stop him, his neck would have been cut off just now." 5917's tone was filled with anger.

"If he's really that bad, don't you think it's too easy to cut off his head?"

5917 only remembered at this time, since when has his host been a good person?

Hearing Mo Ziyu's words, the young man who was still in high spirits just now was a little depressed, "I heard that there are gods on this mountain, so it's really a lie."