Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

There are three kinds of big thunder disasters in Jindan period, and dozens of small thunder disasters are subdivided among them.If it is an ordinary monk, as long as he encounters one of the larger ones, he will shout that he will die.

Those disciples from big sects, those who have enough resources, dare to challenge the sixth-rank Tribulation Thunder.If the aristocratic family has high hopes and wants to refine the golden core to perfection, it will attract seven or eight ranks.

There are 64 thunder tribulations in the eighth turn, and it usually takes two days and two nights to stop.The nine-turn thunder tribulation that goes up further is basically the way of heaven wanting to kill this person.It's just that if you don't die, you will become a talent.

Fu Qing and Duan Qingchuan attracted the Nine-Turn Tribulation Thunder back then.In addition, Mo Zilan's physique is special, so Fu Qing prepared it for him directly according to the nine-turn Jielei.

It's just that Fu Qing still sighed softly when the horrifying nine-turn thunder tribulation really descended.

In his previous life, Mo Zilan didn't actually pass through the ninth turn thunder tribulation.At that time, his inborn demon body hadn't shown much clues yet, Fu Qing didn't dare to be too ostentatious, and only let him attract the seventh-rank tribulation thunder.Although he has his own experience of going through the nine-turn lightning tribulation, but he has no experience watching others go through the tribulation like this.

I can only hope that Mo Zilan is tenacious enough not to lose his sense of proportion because of the sudden arrival of Lei Jie.Fu Qing watched from the side, counting down the thunder calamity coming.

The tribulation thunder came with the laws of heaven, and even in the cold river environment, it caused the world to shake.

Fu Qing seemed to be meditating and adjusting his breath, but he couldn't calm down and stared at it for a long time with his spiritual sense.He couldn't see the specific situation clearly, and finally opened his eyes slowly, and the figure disappeared in a flash.

He went to the treasury in the Cold River Realm, picked some magic weapons, and threw them over Mo Zilan's Tribulation Land.

Everything he throws has other uses, and it is also a priceless treasure in the cultivation world.If Qin Lefeng sees it, he must be scolded.It's just that Fu Qing didn't seem to realize the importance of things, and threw a magic weapon out from time to time.

Said that he was worried about his disciples, and seemed to throw a few scraps out and blow them up, his expression remained unchanged.

The Nine-Rank Thunder Tribulation was cut off before it landed. It had never been wronged like this before, so it slashed down desperately.For a moment, the sky shook, as if the sky was about to fall.

Fu Qing counted in her heart.He remembered clearly that the nine-turn thunder calamity only had the last few cleansing and marrow cutting to reshape the body.

He secretly counted to the last few numbers, put back the rest of the magic weapon, and let the fierce thunder calamity strike Mo Zilan.

The sky and the earth were covered by dark clouds for nearly three days and three nights. On the way, Qin Lefeng wrote several times. After learning about Fu Qing's evil deed of throwing magic weapons, he was so angry that he didn't bother to ask any more.

Duan Qingchuan has recently left the Cold River Realm again, and he doesn't know where to get rid of the demons.Fu Qing waited slowly and patiently by himself.

After Yu Shaozi died, he had never waited for someone like this.He really couldn't let go.The catastrophe of the sky is still second, but the catastrophe of the heart demon, I don't know if Mo Zilan can overcome it.

Actually not.Fu Qing thought, Mo Zilan was doing well recently, but it was only because he cared that things were messed up.

The uneasiness in my heart grew stronger.After the catastrophe was over, Fu Qing sat in the quiet room, silently reciting the formula of pure heart.

Today's Qingxin Jue seems to be particularly effective. He just recited it briefly, and then he felt calmed down.

As if he was half asleep and half awake, he caught a glimpse of a sweet breath.

But before he realized what it was, his consciousness sank again.

There is breath approaching.It was a familiar person, it was Mo Zilan's breath.Fu Qing then allowed his consciousness to slowly drain away.

He only kept a glimmer of sobriety, and wanted to tell Mo Zilan not to guard him here.Looking at the world before and after forming the alchemy is two different realms, he can go out and have a look before coming back.

But he was a little tired, he didn't want to talk, and he didn't want to let Mo Zilan go.

Mo Zilan carried a strong demonic aura, suppressing it, like a beast about to break out of its cage.

The beast guarded its prey, and when he let his guard down completely, he would cut him open and eat his heart and liver.

The beast got closer and closer, Fu Qing seemed to have noticed something, and opened his eyes with strength.

There was heavy tiredness in his eyes, as if he was looking at Mo Zilan, and he seemed to see the long and hopeless years through him.

He felt himself standing up, went forward, and hugged Mo Zilan.The child was crying again, very sadly, and he could feel it.

It was clear that nothing happened before, but why did you cry again?Fu Qing wanted to ask him, but found that she didn't even have the strength to speak, let alone step forward to hug Mo Zilan.

He could only watch the young man walking towards him step by step, wrapped in the magic breath.Because he was originally sitting, he couldn't even see the boy's expression.

He was like an emperor who was inspecting his own territory, his eyes were like giant beasts, devouring Fu Qing inch by inch.

Fu Qing had been trying to get rid of that sad fatigue, but before he could figure out a way, Mo Zilan knelt down in front of him.

He was sitting cross-legged and meditating, but when Mo Zilan knelt down, he was able to look him straight.

Mo Zilan's eyes were complicated, and a suffocating breath overflowed.

Fu Qing's heart suddenly beat very fast.He became more sober, and if he mobilized the spiritual power in his body now, he would be able to break through Mo Zilan's shackles.

But he hesitated for a moment.He didn't know what would happen to Mo Zilan if he left.The inner demon is coming fiercely, I don't know if the apprentice can resist it.

At this moment, he felt a little tenderness between his brows.

Mo Zilan straightened up on his knees, and kissed his forehead very lovingly.

But Fu Qing smelled a bloody smell.

The smell came from Mo Zilan, he was trying to suppress something, and he didn't hesitate to use the pain of self-injury to restrain it.

Fu Qing was startled, and hurriedly mobilized the spiritual power in her body.

But at this moment Mo Zilan moved.He moved his lips away from Fu Qing's forehead, but the warm breath still sprayed on him.

Mo Zilan said: "Master..."

He pinched Fu Qing's chin with his hand, which was still stained with his own blood.

Fu Qing then saw the emotion in Mo Zilan's eyes more clearly.

Mo Zilan's eyes were much more eloquent than his own.The pair of eyes said to Fu Qing without blinking, belong to me, and become a demon together with me.It seems to be saying, you are the treasure in my heart, even if I die, I don't want to hurt you.

Until her breathing was suppressed, Fu Qing didn't understand what kind of feelings Mo Zilan had for him.

No matter how sharp or crazy Mo Zilan's feelings for him were, the child's lips were always soft.

Soft lips pressed against each other's, and both of them straightened their backs slightly.

Mo Zilan took advantage of the situation and pressed Fu Qing down.The most cold and snowy fairy, his eyes were blurred and the tips of his ears were reddened by his molestation.As long as you think about it, you will feel happy.

Obviously under the control of the inner demon, Mo Zilan appeared gentle as water, attacking the city little by little, as if he was not in a hurry.

On the contrary, it was Fu Qing who regained his freedom at some point, held his head down, and got deeply entangled with him.

When they parted, Fu Qing slightly raised his eyes to look at the silver thread connecting the two, subconsciously melted it into snow, and waved it away.

The madness in Mo Zilan's eyes disappeared slightly.Fu Qing looked at him, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

"Is that enough?" he asked.

Naturally not enough.As if laughing at his wishful thinking, the magic breath on Mo Zilan's body became stronger again.

He had never been so intimate with anyone before, Fu Qing didn't know that even his voice would become hoarse after kissing.He was a little embarrassed, for some reason he didn't dare to look at Mo Zilan.

Fu Qing sat there blankly.The cold fairy's eyes were misty, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and a little hot.

He used a wave of spiritual power to pry open a corner of the constant temperature circle in the quiet room.The wind rushed in with snow, and rushed towards Mo Zilan, freezing him completely.The spiritual energy in the snow eroded the demonic energy in Mo Zilan's body, helping him fight against the demons in his heart.

The demonic aura on Mo Zilan's body gradually disappeared, Fu Qing heaved a sigh of relief, and then touched her lips stiffly with her fingers.

It was bullied badly there just now, and now it is even more beautiful than the red string tied with the peace pendant.

Mo Zilan liked him in this way.Fu Qing thought.

Mo Zilan likes Fu Qing.

This seems to be an obvious thing, but he didn't realize it until today.

What about myself.Fu Qing thought, he could list many reasons, explaining that he has no feelings for Mo Zilan at all.

But why didn't he push it away just now?You are not a weak rabbit with no power to restrain a chicken, you are sharp ice and snow.It seemed that there was such a voice asking him.

Fu Qing then asked softly.

"...Why don't you push it away?"

The author has something to say: Demon: I am good at pressing the head.