Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

Perhaps even Xie Chi, who was whipped himself, couldn't see clearly how the whip was swung down.

But that pair of whips had been with Mo Zilan for a hundred years, he didn't need to look at them, but only by the sound of the wind, he knew how well they were whips.

When the whip was lifted, the wind and clouds surged, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed color.

When the whip falls, everything is settled, and all creatures dare not make mistakes.

Mo Zilan hardly thought about it: "It's very beautiful."

The person who uses the sword uses a soft whip, and it is necessary to bring some calm sword energy.When Fu Qing pulled out the whip, he suppressed the sword intent, only a bit of momentum remained.It's half-covered and half-revealed like this, but it adds a more tasteful sense of abstinence.

Fu Qing gave him a surprised look.

"good."

This is indeed the case with his whip. He has more than enough momentum but not enough fierceness, so he makes up for it with speed.The shortcomings that were often teased by the masters and brothers in the past were actually seen through by a child at a glance.

"You are suitable for this whip, but now the devil energy in my body is too strong, I can't give it to you."

When I saw Xie Chi just now, the magic breath in Mo Zilan's body almost broke through the concealment spell and swallowed Xie Chi.Mo Zilan didn't say anything on the face, but in his heart he hated Xie Chi who threw him to be with the dead.

Mo Zilan's eyes darkened, and his momentum suddenly sank, like a little wolf dog scolded by its master.

Fu Qing said unhurriedly: "I haven't found a way to get rid of the devil's breath for the time being, you first follow me back to the cold river to suppress it with ice springs."

There was a strange sound in Mo Zilan's throat, which made Fu Qing smile a little.

He pretended to be cold and asked: "He Wanxiang sect dares to treat you like this, why do you think I will keep you here?"

But he didn't realize that his eyes were clearly filled with warmth of admiration, but he still had to pretend to be indifferent, which was more beautiful than the whip just now.

Mo Zilan secretly hid his inadvertent warmth in his heart, and the joy that overflowed from his heart could not be suppressed no matter what.

But no matter what he responds now, his cross-boundary joy will fall into Fu Qing's eyes.

In the confusion of thinking, Mo Zilan suddenly asked: "Did you beat Xie Chi like that just to show me how to whip?"

Fu Qing said coldly: "Don't think wildly."

Mo Zilan didn't dare to speak anymore, and obediently stood beside Fu Qing, waiting for him to activate the teleportation circle.

The teleportation talismans were burnt out, and amidst the burst of light, Fu Qing's voice was deep.

"It's to avenge you."

Mo Zilan suddenly raised his head and looked at Fu Qing in disbelief.

The scorching eyes reminded Fu Qing of the scorching heat on the child's body when he first met him.

Just like that time, the heat just made Fu Qing feel uncomfortable, so he hid himself.Today's Mo Zilan is not so much in awe of him as in having no expectations of him, so when he sees something by chance, he will be overwhelmed with joy.

The corners of Fu Qing's lips twitched slightly: "You just need to know, don't go out and talk nonsense."

The cold and dusty immortal, in his own unique way, concluded a little secret with the child that belongs to both of them.

"Okay."

The child's words were still polite, but the ball of hot air suddenly stuck to Fu Qing's waist.Arms with a bit of undeniable aggression carefully encircled him.

With this action like a swallow throwing itself into the forest, the figures of the two disappeared in place.

When Mo Zilan bullied him just now, Fu Qing was not unaware, but he hesitated for a moment, before he had time to push him away.

He is not a murderer, the whip Xie Chi gave earlier was really too heavy.He said it was to avenge Mo Zilan, but in fact it wasn't all for this kid.

More for the rebel who bullied his master and exterminated his ancestors in his previous life.

He only walked for fifteen days before Mo Zilan was thrown into the Valley of the Dead.The solitary, thorny child in the previous life stayed in the East Wanxiang sect for five years.

At that time, his attitude towards Fu Qing was still very distant, and he had nothing to rely on in the world. What supported him to survive in the purgatory Wanxiang sect?

It's no wonder that when he saw Fu Qing again in his previous life, he looked so hostile.

No wonder, after standing on the opposite side with the cultivation world, the first thing he did was to slaughter the world's largest sect.

When he was young, he had no branches to rely on. If the world could treat him better at that time, wouldn't Mo Zilan have such deep-rooted hatred for the cultivation world?

Fu Qing thought almost dejectedly.

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Hanchuan environment.

Frozen for thousands of miles.

There was no wind, and the sky and the earth looked empty, and a single person stood on the snowy field, extremely lonely.

Hanchuan is located north of the snow line. It is not the coldest climate in the cultivation world, but it is so cold that no one dares to set foot on it all year round.A monk who likes the scenery of mountains and rivers tried to borrow a way from the cold river to go to the northernmost cliff light wonder of Zunyu, and ran away in half an hour after entering.

Not only because of the cold, but also because of the sword intent.

Duan Qingchuan, the famous sword master in the world, cultivated in the Cold River Realm, and when he achieved great success, the realm was frozen.When the immortal Fu Qing mastered his swordsmanship, it also attracted misty and heavy snow, which lasted for three days.

The snow in the cold river is chilling.

Fu Qing's aura around her was also somewhat chilling.

Mo Zilan greedily sniffed Fu Qing's clean breath for the last time, then obediently let him go, took two steps back and lowered his head, ashamed as if he was at your disposal.

He was more aggressive to him before, and he could still keep his distance, but his distressed and aggrieved appearance made people feel distressed.Now, just after giving him some sweetness, he became rampant.

"You are..."

Before Fu Qing finished speaking, the ball of hot air suddenly approached again, holding Fu Qing's sleeves with both hands.

Then he grabbed it fiercely, causing Fu Qing to swallow his next sentence.

Mo Zilan leaned over to grab a handful of snow, rubbed it on his hands, and didn't stop until his hands turned red.

The snow water melted by his body temperature had a dark color when it flowed down, and disappeared after it merged into the snow layer.

Mo Zilan said: "It's the demonic poison on Xie Chi's body. I didn't notice that it stuck to the Immortal Venerable..."

"...Keep an inch." Fu Qing just said the second half of that sentence, but Mo Zilan had already made her lose her temper.

It's just that this poison is so rare that even he couldn't detect it, but Mo Zilan knows it quite well.Fu Qing asked lightly: "The poison on his body is related to you?"

"I didn't do it." Mo Zilan shook his head vigorously, afraid of being misunderstood by Fu Qing.

Immediately afterwards, he said in a low voice and aggrieved: "I just... speeded up the onset of the demonic poison. Who knew that they are so short-sighted that even immortals dare to touch them."

The devil and poison are unconscious, and they will entangle themselves with everything they see, so how dare they say it?Fu Qing suppressed the embarrassment in his heart, and warned him: "You don't need to flatter me like this. Although I have a false name as a fairy, I am just an ordinary cultivator."

Mo Zilan wanted to refute, but Fu Qing glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Then he smiled self-deprecatingly, and a thick shadow appeared under his eyelashes: "But I'm just a dirty monster. You are already my fairy."

Seeing that Mo Zilan belittled himself, Fu Qing reprimanded: "Nonsense."

Then he remembered that Mo Zilan did have magic breath in his body now, what he said was not groundless.

So he thought about it and said: "Be careful yourself, don't die here."

The author has something to say: Mo Zilan who thought he would be comforted by the master:? ? ?

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I'm too busy today, I didn't eat lunch and didn't finish writing orz

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