Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

Mo Zilan's eyes were open blankly, sticking to Fu Qing's face, like a drowning man clutching at the last straw.

But this straw was too fragile, and his consciousness quickly fell into ups and downs.

Mo Zilan's tongue was still moving slightly, like a wild animal instinctively detecting the smell of food.

But there is no need to detect at all, what is in his mouth is the delicious food that he most instinctively wants to destroy, but his reason is extremely precious.Instinctive fascination flashed in his eyes.

When he approached just now, Fu Qing didn't notice the devilish energy overflowing from Mo Zilan's body.But where the two touched, the sticky touch was like the breath of Mo Zilan's maggots.

He said that if he dared to release the magic breath, he would break with Mo Zilan once and for all.So the child suppressed the magic breath tightly, preventing him from discovering it.

Now it has become this appearance that has been eroded by the magic breath.

Even if Mo Zilan was kneeling down in the first place, he shouldn't be in such a daze.

A dull pain came from the fingertips, and Fu Qing could clearly feel the shape of Mo Zilan's teeth every moment.The boy was too hard, and as if he wanted to give his prey a good time, he bit very fast and hard.

Fu Qing lowered his eyes slightly, and a complicated expression flashed in his eyes.

How could there be someone like Mo Zilan?

He has lived for a long time, but he is still as enthusiastic as a child, and he is clumsy and ignorant of some aspects.Sometimes I feel that he is too shrewd, and he will always take advantage of his momentary carelessness to approach him unknowingly, making people laugh even when he is angry.

He wanted to rescue Mo Zilan from the darkness of surviving, but he forgot that dying people struggle the most.He was almost dragged by Mo Zilan, developing in a much more chaotic direction than expected.

We really have to go.He blindly approached, but led the child astray.

The slender index finger was bitten by Mo Zilan until it saw blood, tasted the blood, Mo Zilan became like a beast, and became even more intoxicated.Like a very hungry tiger, its rough tongue wraps around the flesh of its prey, intending to tear it into pieces and melt into its blood.

But his prey is obviously not so obedient.Instead of retreating, Fu Qing moved forward, and stuck his middle finger into Mo Zilan's mouth. Using some spiritual power with his fingertips, he forced the young man to open his jaw.

Mo Zilan has completely lost his mind now, so he probably couldn't understand what he said.But even so, Fu Qing couldn't help but speak.

"You are indeed young."

It's good to be young, except that the object of impulsiveness should not be against him.He came back from the Asura Hell in the previous life, wearing shackles all over his body, and he was no longer the Immortal Fu Qing who could concentrate on eliminating demons without distractions.

He learned a lot that he hadn't noticed before.His traitor, who has no interest in the matter of Taoist companions, can react in order to humiliate him.Duan Qingchuan's most unbreakable ruthless way will be breached overnight.The seal that has protected the realm of comprehension for nearly a thousand years will be wiped out by one person's infatuation.

But Mo Zilan was too innocent a child, like a piece of white paper stained with mud.Although it looks complicated, it is actually very clean inside.He knows nothing about these complicated things.

"You like me, but not the way you think you like it. Don't spend your time with me."

Fu Qing had discovered since he was drunk that Mo Zilan had a kind of attachment to him.Not out of reason, but instinct drove him, making him keep getting closer to himself.Like moths to a flame, they threw themselves into it recklessly and bloody.If he keeps ignoring it, it will be a kind of great cruelty to Mo Zilan and even to himself.

"When you've seen the wider sky, you'll overcome that instinct."

What cannot be overcome must be overcome.He had long since hoped that Mo Zilan would have a remarkable life in the cultivation world like in his previous life.Even if Mo Zilan doesn't practice and remains a useless person, Fu Qing can support him until he wants to leave.

But this kid wants to fly, there are many dark clouds in his sky.At least within Fu Qing's line of sight, he wanted to push away those things and lead a path for Mo Zilan.Just like Yu Shaozi did to him back then, he solved the hidden danger of the puppet curse for him, chose the direction of cultivation for him, and gave him advice.

Fu Qingneng could sense that Mo Zilan's improvement in cultivation was not the same as when he was troubled by his roots in his previous life.

He has never doubted Mo Zilan's diligence and spirituality, so when it is himself who stands in the way of Mo Zilan, Fu Qing does not want to be soft.

He injected spiritual power into Mo Zilan's body.The magic breath was greatly provoked, and it rose rapidly.That wisp of spiritual power seemed extremely weak surrounded by the magic breath.The demonic breath around is staring at it, trying to tear it apart and eat it.

Fu Qing confronted the magic breath head-on, but his tone remained calm.

"Mo Zilan, you devoured me if you had the ability."

I don't know what stimulated this sentence. The boy who didn't respond at first suddenly trembled in his throat, his voice was hoarse, and a syllable trembled from his throat.

"Do not……"

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Mo Zilan had a dream.He dreams of things from the past.

He didn't dream often, at least he didn't before Fu Qing accepted that annoying second junior brother.

When that second junior brother saw his master, he smiled innocently and respectfully towards Mo Zilan.

But Mo Zilan forcibly put many layers of shackles on himself, making himself look like a human cultivator.Mo Zilan could see the filth in the second junior brother's heart that was similar to his.

He didn't know what the second junior brother wanted, but only saw that he didn't mean to hurt the master, so he reluctantly tolerated his existence.

When Fu Qing gradually alienated him, Mo Zilan didn't even notice anything.Until the second junior brother took Fu Qing's spiritual seal, came over to him with a smile and said, senior brother, I'm sorry, the master said that you have gone crazy recently, and it is too dangerous to use the fixed wind whip for you, so he still takes it back temporarily Good to go.

The spirit seal was real, Mo Zilan was shocked, but there was nothing he could do.He wanted to ask Fu Qing for a question, but was stopped by his second junior brother.

The second junior brother said, senior brother, the master is angry now, you go to him, what will you do if you are angry with him?

Mo Zilan waited anxiously for a long time.If Fu Qing is really angry, it will take a long time. He doesn't know when he will be able to wait for his fairy to calm down.

The master probably didn't calm down, and since then he has become even more distant from him.Mo Zilan didn't even have a chance to ask him about that matter alone.

It's just that Fu Qing occasionally used the Dingfeng Whip to let Mo Zilan know that it was indeed Master's intention to withdraw the Dingfeng Whip.

Mo Zilan felt uneasy, and dared not stretch out his tentacles in his own shadow. He only hoped that Fu Qing would look back at him and tell him why he was angry with him.

He didn't wait for Fu Qing, but he waited for the second junior brother.

That time when Fu Qing was closed, the second junior brother came to ask Mo Zilan for the safety pendant, saying that it was for Fu Qing to break through.

If it was normal, Mo Zilan would not have any objections.But the second junior brother also brought a piece of news.

He said, the master has disliked you for a long time, if the senior brother doesn't fight for you, he might be expelled from the sect.

He also said, but the master already knew that you are a monster, and it is useless for you to fight for it. It is better to be honest, maybe one day the master will forget you, and you will still retain your title as a big disciple.

Mo Zilan was really lost at that time.He has always been used to being abandoned, but he doesn't know what to do if he wants to get back when he is abandoned.All he knew was that his hands were stained with the blood of the second junior brother, and the color was exciting.

Holding the safety pendant, he broke into Fu Qing's retreat and told him, what you want, I will destroy it.You want to drive me away, but I want you to submit to me.

It's just that when he sealed Fu Qing's five senses and brought them out of the respected domain, and regained his sanity, he found that there were overgrown monsters everywhere in the cultivation world, bleeding everywhere.The seal that has been protecting the cultivation world has been broken, and the residences where monks and mortals lived and worked in peace and contentment have all turned into purgatory on earth.

But those things that have the ability to destroy the world respect him as their master.

When encountering such things, no one will not be excited.Mo Zilan just thought about wanting Xie Chi to be punished, and the monsters followed his idea and attacked the Wanxiang Sect.

It was out of control after that.He seems to have split into two people, one is obeying instinct, destroying everything he can see.The other was in constant pain, reliving the broken time of the past.Those days were like a beautiful dream, but it never entered his dream.

Even after Fu Qing died, he didn't often have dreams.He often slept ten times, and only saw Fu Qing in his dreams once or twice.

At that time Fu Qing would tell him personally that you are not worthy to be my apprentice.

Mo Zilan originally thought that after hearing this sentence, he should wake up and throw that little bit of luck that was humbled into the dust into the fire and burn it.

But when he opened his eyes, he found that luck had returned.He didn't destroy it in his dream, but carefully put it away, sealed it up, and treated it with the same care as he usually does with the Wind Whip.

His throat was dry, and his eyes were full of Fu Qing's calm reflection.

Mo Zilan heard himself asking vaguely: "Why did you take back what you gave?"

Even Mo Zilan himself found these words funny.Whether to treat him well or not is all up to Fu Qing.Even if the kindness Master gave him was a temporary charity, what he should do was not to resent Fu Qing for stopping the charity, but to piously beg for more tenderness.

The smell of blood bloomed in his mouth, and the thing that was fatally attractive to him, when Mo Zilan woke up, turned into a poison that exuded a sweet smell and pierced the intestines.

He hurriedly withdrew his body, but because his whole body was stiff, he fell backwards uncontrollably.

But failed to fall to the ground.

The cool spiritual power was like a solid arm, supporting Mo Zilan.

Fu Qing's words rang in his ears at the same time: "You are not me, how do you know that I don't care about you? It's because you push yourself too hard, you want to press yourself down..."

idiot.Fu Qing cursed in her heart rather angrily.Don't cry if you don't see the coffin.

Before Mo Zilan could react, he had already fallen into Fu Qing's arms: "If this can make you relax, I can hug you more."

The immortal's voice was like a spell, penetrating into Mo Zilan's ears everywhere: "Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Having been frozen on the snowy field for a long time, Mo Zilan's body temperature has been affected to be very low.Even the normally cool hug became warmer.

Mo Zilan felt that he should be relieved, but his body tightened even more.He struggled and said: "Master, let go, I'm cold..."

Fu Qing then let him go, with a calm voice: "Trap yourself in the snow, whoever is cold?"

He stood up casually and walked in the direction he came from.

"It's still the same sentence... Kneel if you like, and don't stop me as a teacher."

The author has something to say: Fu Qing: I was angry, the kind that packed up my bags and ran away from home.

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