Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

Fu Qing felt that he was lying on the ground with his knees bent, and supported his body with his hands, but he felt weak and weak, and he couldn't even control his arms.

It is very similar to the body of a mortal when Mo Zilan took away his spiritual power and locked him up in his previous life.

The surroundings were silent and almost pitch black, and he observed the arrangement here with difficulty.

He was locked in a cage, his hands and feet were still free, but he couldn't use much of his spiritual power.The surroundings of the cage were not completely sealed. One side was connected to the wall, and there was an irregular hole in the wall. The light from outside the wall leaked in slightly, giving the dark room a little light.

It's a dog hole.Fu Qing only glanced at it, and then stopped looking in that direction.

It's just that apart from the dog hole, there is no exit from this cage.I don't know how this body was imprisoned in the first place.

Fu Qing sat up, panting slightly.

The condition of this body is worse than when he was imprisoned by Mo Zilan.

The small door of the darkroom was suddenly pushed open, and a slender young man walked in from the darkroom and brought Fu Qing a bowl of porridge.

He tried to put the bowl into the cage, but was blocked by an invisible restraint. With a flick of his wrist, he splashed the porridge on the restraint.

The porridge merged into a stream along the restriction and flowed into the golden cage.Then, out of thin air, an exquisite golden bowl appeared in the cage, carved with flowers, giving it a luxurious appearance.

She was really hungry, but Fu Qing remained motionless, staring at the boy who was not in a hurry to leave after delivering the meal.

He asked, "Who am I?"

The boy didn't answer him.

Fu Qing asked again: "Who are you?"

The boy was quiet for a while, and said obediently: "The person who serves you."

"Not breeding?"

"No." The boy replied decisively.

He opened his mouth again, but said nothing.In the end, he just slammed down a sentence: "You should still care about your own situation. He has spoken. If you don't crawl out of the dog hole to please him this afternoon, you will be paraded through the streets."

Fu Qing saw that he had finally opened his mouth to say so much, so he followed the words and asked: "Does he hate me so much?"

"Hate you?" The young man seemed inconceivable, a trace of sadness flashed across his face where Fu Qing couldn't see, "No. He likes you so much, how could it be hatred."

"So fond of raising people in cages? Let people drill dog holes to please him?" Fu Qing felt a little ridiculous.

The boy opened his mouth again, but stopped talking.He thought and thought, as if his mind was frozen, finally nodded and said: "He is indeed good or bad."

It's just that after saying this sentence, he turned around and left, never giving Fu Qing another chance to talk.

The darkroom returned to silence.Just talking for a while, the body began to feel a little weak.Fu Qing closed her eyes slightly, lay down in the position she had just woken up, and sighed deeply.

The child has a strong demonic breath, and his own consciousness is almost covered. This place should be the inside of the fog demon black mist.

Fu Qing had never heard of the fact that monsters were born with their own small world, and there was no evidence to convince him.Compared with a small world, this place is more like a well-designed illusion.

Heart magic fantasy.Fu Qing thought lightly.Monsters have no spirit, so they cannot create illusions.It's just that it's not too outrageous if a monk's thoughts can give birth to an illusion.

Lost spiritual power, lost freedom, suffered humiliation.The next step is to kill all relatives and friends?It's just that what he cares about a little in this illusion is the two disciples of Gui Yizong.

After sorting this out, Fu Qing lazily lay on her stomach, not wanting to move.As long as he waits here, the "he" in the young man's mouth will not be able to hold back, and he will threaten him to be obedient with the lives of two Gui Yizong juniors.It's not too late to make plans by then.

But this illusion seems to have probed his mind, and the person who put him in the cage has not appeared for a long time.

Fu Qing raised his eyes and stared at the bowl of clear porridge that the young man brought in just now, feeling hungry.But if it is licked and eaten, it is really no different from a pet kept in a cage.

He was a little puzzled at this moment.He clearly thought that Mo Zilan would imprison him in his previous life because he hated him so much.Unexpectedly, in the dreamland of heart demons, he actually transformed Mo Zilan into a weirdo who loves to make people into pets.

He has been too weak ever since he entered the demon realm.Just staring at the bowl of porridge for a while, I felt a little lack of energy.Not aware of any danger around him, and unable to find a way to break through the illusion, Fu Qing took a nap first.

While his chest was heaving, he could vaguely feel the fragrance of the porridge seemed somewhat familiar.

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When I woke up again, there were noisy voices next to my ears.

"It's the little fairy raised by Lord Demon Lord, right? It looks so good, just looking at it is eye-catching."

"That's right, it's such a beautiful bird. It must have taken a lot of effort to catch it back from the Immortal Dao. Look at this cage. We can't even afford it if we sell it."

Someone next to him laughed and interrupted him: "Don't talk about the cage, even the rice he ate is enough to buy a few of you."

"So what? The food is so good, and it's not just a pet. After a few days, the demon master will be crushed to death when he gets tired of playing with it. Can you compare with me?"

Fu Qing slowly opened his eyes, and found that the surrounding area was already full of bright sky.Don't put the golden silk cage in the square where people come and go, and the spirit cloth has been opened for passers-by to watch.

Those people all had a demonic aura on them, and their eyes swept over Fu Qing unscrupulously, with malice that made people sick to the stomach.

Fu Qing acted as if he had never heard of it, and sat up propped up.He finally remembered where he had smelled the porridge.

On the endless snow field, a child ran for an unknown amount of time before he was served a bowl of porridge that was not cold every morning.

The immortal's ink hair lost its restraint and scattered down his shoulders.The gauze dress on the outer cover half concealed him, making him even more attractive.The demon cultivators who were talking loudly just now were instantly dazzled by him, and the scene was silent.

Fu Qing was too lazy to give them a look, raised her eyes slightly, and looked towards the sky.

He always felt that something was coming.

The demon cultivators around fell silent for a moment, then started talking again in a low voice.It's just that even though Fu Qing was in the cage, he still exuded the residual prestige of a fairy naturally. Most of the demon cultivators talked about it, but they no longer had the aura of pointing fingers just now.

Just someone said: "It's too pitiful, locked in a cage."

"Then what can we do? If you don't know how to obey the devil, you will end up like this."

"Oh, yes. If you can smile at the devil a few times, with his looks, it's not our turn to criticize him."

Although these words were just passing ears, Fu Qing also reflected a little bit.

When he was locked up by Mo Zilan in his previous life, he was worried that his body would be controlled by Mo Zilan and there was no way to escape.Er also worried that, as a demon king, Mo Zilan would put him in the pile of monsters to humiliate him in a fit of anger because of his unruly behavior.

When Fu Qing was in a complicated mood, he felt that the sky was dark, and a black and thin figure was standing in front of him.

In just a moment, he returned to the dark room with the cage and the people.Those magic cultivators who commented seemed to have never appeared before.

Fu Qing looked up at the man, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly.

This person's aura is very similar to that of Mo Zilan after he became a demon in his previous life.

But there is another part, like himself.To be precise, it was the puppet curse in his body.

Fu Qing has dealt with this thing for a long time, even if the curse seal turns to ashes, he can still recognize one or two.

No wonder it was instinct to tie him up.Fu Qing thought, so he was the one who blamed Mo Zilan.

However, this figure is also very similar to the adult Mo Zilan in his previous life.

With a wave of his hand, the demon master lifted Fu Qing from the air.He and Fu Qing looked at each other: "Not yet?"

Fu Qing's legs trembled a little, and he couldn't exert any strength at all. He didn't know if his meridians were injured before.He lowered his head, his black hair shook slightly, and made a silent resistance.

The demon lord sneered: "It seems that you will stop crying when you see the coffin."

Fu Qing was just waiting for him to release Xiao Fengfeng and the two, so as to find a chance to break through the illusion.He gathered his weak spiritual power, but unexpectedly felt a few familiar breaths.

He raised his head suddenly, his dark pupils narrowed slightly.

In front of him, three water mirrors appeared, corresponding to his master and brothers.

There was blackness in Duan Qingchuan's eyes, and he was in love with a fairy-like woman, but he was stabbed right through him.

Qin Lefeng was besieged by monsters for food, and there was no bones left.

As for Yu Shaozi... Fu Qing saw that he was possessed by a demon in the picture, and personally pierced his master who had always loved him with green smoke.

"This is the price for disobeying me." The devil pinched Fu Qing's chin and forced him to look at him.

Fu Qing's eyes turned dizzy for a while.For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was Mo Zilan's face or his own.

"I'll give you the last three days," the demon master carefully appraised the body trembling with anger in front of him, and cruel blood flashed in his eyes full of interest, "if you don't obey me again, I will let your two nephews go down too." accompany them."

The voice of the demon master settled down, and Fu Qing also felt the aura of Xiao Fengfeng and another Guiyi sect disciple with difficulty in the strong demonic breath.

finally.Fu Qing's body was still trembling, but his mind had already recovered.

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Perhaps the heart demon thought that his goal had been achieved, so he directly threw Xiao Fengfeng and Fu Qing in the same place.The two of them were outside the cage, seeing Fu Qing's lack of energy, they were both heartbroken.

The disciple named Chen Cheng grabbed the cage, his face full of remorse: "It's all my fault! If I hadn't been greedy and quickly led everyone to the path, Brother Xiao and Uncle Xiao would not have suffered this disaster!"

Fu Qing responded lightly.

Xiao Fengfeng said: "Junior brother, don't blame yourself. The most urgent thing is to find a way to get out first. Before the uncle came in, the illusion here was not like this. We found the eye of the formation, but we couldn't break it. Judging by the breath, the eye of the formation is On the Demon Lord just now."

Fu Qing nodded: "It's because my cultivation base is too high, and the monsters have devoted most of their energy to dealing with me. The suppression on you should be relieved."

Holding the golden cage with both hands, Xiao Fengfeng nodded.

When the three of them were about to discuss further, they heard a creak, and it was the small door leading to the outside that opened.

The boy Fu Qing had met before came in with a bowl of porridge.

Xiao Fengfeng and the two hurriedly turned around to stop him, but because their cultivation had not recovered much after all, they were instantly lifted by the magic breath on the young man's body.

The young man stood firmly in front of the cage, looked at Fu Qing, and said in a somber voice that he didn't look like an outsider: "You'd better eat some. Otherwise, you will die earlier than them."

The author has something to say: Mo Zilan: Wearing a vest is really fun.

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