All My Fans in the World [Quick Transmigration]

After knowing that the two of them were not gods, although the young man couldn't hide his disappointment, he did not lose his courtesy. After hearing Mo Ziyu say that the two were lost in the mountain, he enthusiastically volunteered to take them down the mountain.

Perhaps it was because of the existence of Ying Wudao, the three of them did not encounter any danger on the way, and the calm and calm seemed particularly harmonious.

5917 saw with his own eyes that huge white wolf run away in desperation the moment he saw Ying Wudao, "Host, Mozun scared away Mu Xingyun's golden finger." After catching up, Mu Xingyun fell down the mountain, and then he was so hungry in the valley that he accidentally ate a spiritual fruit to improve his physique, and the story behind him began.

"If he really has the aura of the protagonist, if he misses it this time, there will definitely be another chance, so don't worry about him." Mo Ziyu said.

5917 quickly shut up. Based on its years of understanding of its host, he has already said so. If it continues to follow him, it will definitely be greeted by a machete.

"In a while, it will be our village. It's getting late, why don't you rest at our house for a night before leaving?" Standing on the rugged mountain road, Mu Xingyun stopped to look at the sky, and then turned his head. Mo Ziyu turned his head and his ears turned red, "The weather looks like it will rain at night, and it will be inconvenient for you to travel. My house is still spacious enough to live in."

"Then thank you." Mo Ziyu smiled politely at the young man, only to find that the other's ears were even redder.

Ying Wudao listened to Mo Ziyu's orders in everything now, so it was impossible to object to his decision, so under Mo Ziyu's decision, the two came to get Mu Xingyun's small village.

This is a village located in a valley, peaceful and peaceful.

An old dog was dozing under a locust tree at the head of the village, and raised its eyelids lazily when it heard the footsteps of a stranger.

"My home is at the west end of the village, and the courtyard at the end of this road is my home." Mu Xingyun pointed proudly at the small courtyard with a white courtyard wall not far away, "My sister is at home."

"Xiao Mu is back." The old man sitting by the door with the old smoking gun greeted him familiarly without raising his eyes, "Why did you come back so early today?"

"There are guests at home." Mu Xingyun replied, "Master Zhang, please cut down on smoking, otherwise you will cough again."

Only then did the old man raise his eyes, and looked at Mo Ziyu for the first time, "Oh, which relative of yours is this? This kid is so handsome!"

……

From the east end of the village to the west end of the village, there are less than ten households in total, but every household has someone to greet Mu Xingyun. At the gate of the courtyard, Mu Xingyun not only carried the medicine basket on his back, but also carried two full baskets in his hands.

"Who is it?" A clear and tender female voice came from inside the room.

"Little sister, open the door." Mu Xingyun shouted loudly.

It was a little girl about fourteen or fifteen years old, with two small flower braids on her head. Although she was wearing simple civilian clothes, she couldn't hide her beautiful face.

Girls of this age should be the most popular in such a village. They have just reached Ji or are about to reach Ji. No wonder just now two families asked about the situation of the girl openly and secretly. Mu Xingyun was the only one who did not accept the gifts from those two families. , 5917 thought about it, but he didn't expect this bad guy to be a sister-in-law.

"Brother, who are they?" The little girl first glanced at Mo Ziyu, then blushed and looked away at Mu Xingyun.

"Yue'er, this is Chu Yu, and this is his father. I met them just now when I was gathering herbs. They got lost, so I took them down the mountain. Seeing that it was getting late, I asked them to come to our house to rest for the night. "Mu Xingyun introduced to his younger sister, then looked at Mo Ziyu, "This is my younger sister, she is fifteen this year, and her name is Mu Mingyue."

Looking at the little girl who fell into the shy mode, 5917 couldn't help sighing, "The charm of the host is still the same as before."

"Why isn't it more attractive than back then?"

"I'm sorry host, I said something wrong." 5917 hastily admitted his mistake.

Mo Ziyu's taste is very picky, but it is undeniable that Mu Mingyue's cooking skills are very good, but Ying Wudao seems to have no interest in the food of these mortals, and only moves his chopsticks when Mo Ziyu serves him food.

"Brother Chu, what do you think of my sister?" After the meal, Mu Mingyue went to clean up the kitchen, and Mu Xingyun asked Mo Ziyu.

"she……"

"not so good."

Just when Mo Ziyu was about to answer, Ying Wudao's voice suddenly intervened.

Mu Xingyun's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed, "Uncle, I'm just asking, there's no other meaning."

"I'm sorry, my father may be tired." Mo Ziyu pulled Ying Wudao's sleeves, and smiled at Mu Xingyun, "Your sister is very good at cooking, and she is also very good-looking. I will definitely find good friends in the future." match."

"Thank you, since your father is tired, I'll take you to rest." There was nothing wrong with Mu Xingyun's face.

The room Mu Xingyun prepared for the two was the guest room on the left side of the courtyard, which was separated from the main wing by a certain distance, and it was very clean.

After closing the door intimately, Mu Xingyun walked back, and saw his sister with a disappointed face on the pillar outside the main wing, stepped forward to pat her head, and comforted her: "Since he doesn't have such thoughts, let's forget about it." , Brother will find you a better one in the future."

At this moment in the guest room, the flame of the candle flickered, Mo Ziyu sat on the edge of the bed, Ying Wudao stood in front of him, "Why did you say that just now?"

"I don't know." Ying Wudao shook his head, with a hint of confusion on his expressionless face, he touched his heart, "I was a little uncomfortable just now."

5917: "Host, is he jealous?"

"Don't interrupt suddenly."

"Yes……"

Mo Ziyu said again: "Why are you uncomfortable?"

The man was confused again, "I don't know."

"Would you be happy if I became a Taoist couple with another woman one day?"

Ying Wudao's aura suddenly exploded, and he answered firmly, "No!"

"why?"

"..."

Looking at the confused man who was questioned by the host, 5917 felt a little sympathetic, but also felt a little unbelievable. This man obviously has no memory, so why does he always remember his feelings for the host?It can see that this man doesn't know 100% of the host, but he definitely has 90.00% of it, just like the action of picking fishbone for Mo Ziyu at dinner just now, as if he has done it tens of thousands of times, so proficient Startled.

And 5917 clearly remembers that in this life, because it is the world of cultivating immortals, the spiritual food that the host eats for himself, and the Bigu Dan that he eats after practicing, he does not need to eat after bigu, and Ying Wudao has been fighting with immortal cultivators for more than ten years, The time to eat with Mo Ziyu was very little, when the two of them ate together, they never ate fish.

So how does he know that its host eats fish and hates to be picky the most?

Just when 5917 was puzzled, Mo Ziyu hooked his fingers towards the man, "Come here."

Ying Wudao approached apprehensively.

"sit down."

Obedient to Mo Ziyu's words, Ying Wudao obediently sat on the edge of the bed next to Mo Ziyu.

Mo Ziyu turned over, straddled the man's strong thigh, and before the man could react, he covered his mouth with his lips.

After the kiss, Mo Ziyu panted slightly, and moved closer to the man's red ear, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Ying Wudao's voice was a little hoarse, "I like it."

"Then let's have something more interesting."

5917: "..." It knows that the host is not so easy to satisfy.

But now it's at someone else's house!

As Mu Xingyun said, it started to rain in the middle of the night that day, but the rain did not stop at dawn the next day.

"Brother, aren't the two guests up yet?" Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Mu Mingyue put the freshly baked steamed buns on the table.

"I'll call them." Mu Xingyun put down the old old books in his hands, got up and walked towards the guest room.

Just as Mu Xingyun walked outside the door of the two, he raised his hand before he could knock, the door creaked open, and standing behind it was Mo Ziyu, who smiled, "Brother Chu, you are awake, Just in time for breakfast."

"Okay, thank you." Mo Ziyu nodded, "Come right away."

Seeing the door closed again, Mu Xingyun turned around and walked towards the hall, but suddenly stopped halfway, are there still mosquitoes in this season?

After closing the door, Mo Ziyu slapped away the man who was still about to approach, "Get dressed and get ready to leave."

Watching his host take care of the clothes he put on casually, 5917 reminded: "Host, just now Mu Xingyun found the hickey marks on your body."

"I don't have anything to do with him. Doesn't it mean I have to report to him whoever I sleep with?" Mo Ziyu asked.

The host said that there was nothing wrong with it, 5917 thought so.

After breakfast, Mo Ziyu said goodbye to his brother and sister.

"Brother Chu, it's raining heavily now, you two might as well wait until the rain stops before leaving." Mu Xingyun kindly persuaded him to stay.

"No." Mo Ziyu smiled at him, "We still have some things to do, and we are a little anxious."

"Well, if there is something urgent, I won't force you." Mu Xingyun looked a little reluctant.

"He seems like a really nice guy," 5917 said.

"Maybe he is a good person now?" Mo Ziyu replied.

5917 was taken aback, "How could that be?" In the original plot, this guy was obviously so hateful, how could he be a good guy?However, the host's judgment has never been wrong.

Just when 5917 was about to go through the plot again, he heard the voice of his own host again, "Didn't you notice why he finally decided to cultivate immortals?"

5917, who thought he had amnesia, fell into the dilemma of looking for the plot again with a look of despair.

Finally, I fixed my gaze on a plot description in the book that couldn't be smaller, and I couldn't help but suddenly realized.