Being a villain is also popular in the world of self-cultivation

The handwriting on the note was wild, apparently hastily written.

"Mozun wants you, leave the city quickly."

Shen Chi tapped the note with his fingers, and his fingertips touched the table, making a crisp sound. He turned his head to look at Shen Wuhuo, "What do you think, big brother?"

"The devil must be next door." Shen Wuhuo nodded, but there was no strangeness in his eyes, "If there is a chance, I would like to meet him for a while."

He could remember that in the previous life, the Demon Venerable had injured Xiaochi quite badly. If it wasn't for Xiaochi's good luck, he would have been buried in extinction long ago, so there was no chance of ascending to the position of Demon Venerable.

Shen Chi didn't know what Shen Wuhuo was thinking, just nodded, but he was obviously more interested in the female demon cultivator, if he remembered correctly, it was the Demon Palace Left Guardian who was always with Demon Venerable, Xiu She is not high, but she is charming to the bone, and she is quite popular with the demon king, but she does not seem to be as loyal as in the legend.

Besides, after the female demon cultivator closed the door, the blush on her face disappeared, and her voice was a little bit dissatisfied, but she was still so charming that people couldn't wait to turn her heart, "My lord, that kid is too ignorant. How dare you moles the slave family, who in this demon world doesn't know that the slave family is a respectable person?"

Sitting on the chair was a slim man with a handsome appearance. His face was pale and he looked very weak. "Don't be upset, Mo Yi. I will clean him up for you later."

As soon as the words fell, he coughed heart-piercingly, blood poured out along with his coughing, the bloody smell in the air gradually became thicker, Mo Yi's face turned pale, and he hurried forward a few steps, but he didn't dare to use it. He tried to touch the Demon Lord with his hand, but was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Your Majesty, are you alright? You..." Mo Yi had a worried expression on his face, and now His Majesty's physical symptoms are getting worse.

"It's okay, it will be fine when the deity catches that kid." He has never seen such a tolerant physique. If he takes him as his own, a flash of determination flashes in the man's eyes, and he wipes his lips with a handkerchief. The color of the horns.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I wish you all the best." Wen Yan Moyi finally showed a smile on his face, stepped forward to fill up the tea for Mo Zun, and then his expression became depressed again, "But those two boys The cultivation base is higher than that of the slave family, and the slave family may not be of much help."

"It's just two little fish and shrimp, but it's still not difficult for this deity." Taking the woman into his arms, "The auction has started, and you can tell this deity if you want anything."

Mo Yi's eyes lit up, he hugged Mozun's neck, raised his head and kissed Mozun's face, blushing, pointed to the field, "This is what I want."

The off-site auction is a small silver sword, a high-grade treasure, only one step away from the spirit weapon, and it can be regarded as a high-quality flying sword. After listening to the auctioneer's introduction, there are already countless practitioners of swords who are eager to try. However, the starting price is [-] top-grade spirit stones, and the price increases by at least ten pieces each time. Nowadays, the top-grade spirit stones in the early spirit world are very precious. As soon as the starting price was released, many cultivators died down, but there are still many cultivators. Looking at it with eager eyes, when the gong started to ring, the bidders rang the bell one after another, and within a short while, the price was raised to three hundred high-grade spirit stones.

Shen Chi stared at the small sword with great interest, stuffed a spirit fruit into his mouth leisurely, and raised his eyebrows when he heard the bell ringing next door, but when he turned around, he saw that Shen Wuhuo's eyes were all on him, and he touched it. At the corner of his mouth, "Brother, is there something on my face?"

"No, but Xiaochi has taken a fancy to this sword?"

"No, I just thought it was interesting." Shen Chi smiled.

Shen Wuhuo's eyes moved from Shen Chi's ruddy lips to his white fingers, thinking of the pink tongue tip that Shen Chi had revealed just now when he opened his mouth, his throat moved, feeling a little dry for no reason, and he took a gulp of the tea at hand.

"Brother." Shen Chi turned his head to look at Shen Wuhuo, and then at the dry teacup.

"Huh?" Shen Wuhuo looked back.

Shen Chi glanced at the green tea in his cup that was rising with smoke, "Isn't it hot?"

Shen Wuhuo: "..." It was indeed a little hot.

At this time, the auction, which mainly consisted of boxes on the second floor, was almost over.

"The guests in Box No. 56 bid five hundred high-grade spirit stones." The auctioneer's voice was loud.

The cultivators downstairs had stopped for a long time, looking up to the second floor with burning eyes, wishing to see through the shielding formation and see what the bully inside looked like. This treasure is good, but it is not enough to photograph five hundred high-grade spirit stones. What's more, this is only the third lot, and there will be swords of higher rank later on.

"Are there any other bidders?" The auctioneer held a gong in his hand, and his voice was calm, as if these hundreds of high-grade spirit stones were nothing ordinary to him.

Box No. 56 happened to be next to Shen Chi. Hearing this, Shen Chi smiled slightly, reached out and picked up the bell in the center of the table, played with it for a while, and leaned towards Shen Wuhuo, "Brother, are you interested in bidding?"

Shen Wuhuo was filling up his tea as if nothing had happened, when he raised his eyes and saw the sly look in Shen Chi's eyes, he reached out to take the bell, "Okay."

Seeing Shen Wuhuo took the bell, Shen Chi yawned, resting his chin with one hand, and began to feel drowsy again.

The auctioneer is already making the final bid at this time.

"One time for five hundred high-grade spirit stones."

"Five hundred high-grade spirit stones twice."

"five hundred……"

At this moment, a crisp bell rang, and it rang ten times in a row.

The price that was originally thought to be a foregone conclusion suddenly rose again, everyone was shocked, even the auctioneers who were about to knock the gong to set the price couldn't help being slightly startled, their eyes suddenly became hot, the five hundred high-grade spirit stones happened to be stuck in their pockets. In terms of the estimated price of the auction, if the price goes up, his income will be greatly increased. Thinking of the spirit stone that is about to be obtained, the gentle smile on the auctioneer's face can't help but increase.

"The guests in box 57 bid six hundred high-grade spirit stones."

Hearing the bell ringing in the compartment, Mozun wiped the greasy face of the beauty in his arms, and rang the bell again under the coquettish eyes of the other party, "Don't worry, I am not such a dishonest person."

Mo Yi's face was full of emotion, and he buried his head on the demon's neck, his soft body rubbed against the other's body intentionally or unintentionally, and his voice was soft and sweet, "I love you the most."

"Haha, good." Mozun was in a good mood, and then pointed to the chair beside him, "You go and sit there, and wait for the deity to take pictures for you."

"Box No. 56, seven hundred high-grade spirit stones."

"Box No. 57, eight hundred high-grade spirit stones."

"Nine hundred high-grade spirit stones."

"One thousand high-grade spirit stones!"

……

Seeing that the price was about to break through [-] high-grade spirit stones, the voice of the auctioneer became more and more passionate, and his eyes could not help but glance at the two boxes facing each other. According to the rules of Wanbao Building, the shielding magic circle is very effective. They are people in the building and don't know the information of the guests, so he really doesn't know who is so generous.

The cultivators were in an uproar.

"When did top-grade spirit stones become so worthless?"

"So many high-grade spirit stones are enough to buy a middle-grade spirit weapon."

"Presumably the people fighting for it should all be from a wealthy family or from a wealthy family."

"Although the Wanbao Building was built by Daoxiu, the auction did not completely require Daoxiu to participate. I think it might be Moxiu who is so generous."

Everyone insisted on their own opinions, but the sound did not reach the ears of everyone on the second floor. The drowsiness was so fierce that Shen Chi could hardly open his eyes at this moment.

At this time, the price has been raised to two thousand high-grade spirit stones, and the Demon Lord is obviously a little annoyed. Instead of increasing the price by one hundred and one hundred, he suddenly increased the price by two thousand high-grade spirit stones, and the price immediately doubled from two thousand. After a while, Shen Wuhuo saw that it was almost done, so he stopped raising the price, turned the bell upside down to express his abandonment, got up, walked to Shen Chi, sat down next to him, and carefully wrapped him in his arms, "Sleep for a while if you are sleepy." Son, I'll wake you up at the finale."

Shen Chi narrowed his eyes and glanced at Shen Wuhuo, with a confused look on his face, then nodded, leaned directly on him, and closed his eyes in a comfortable position.

As Shen Wuhuo expected, Mo Zun regretted it as soon as he finished shouting. Mo Xiu didn't have many spiritual veins in his hands under the suppression of Xian Xiu these years. Small amount, he came to this auction today for two reasons, one is to bring those two boys back to the Demon Palace, and the other is to spend four thousand high-grade spirit stones on a tattered flying sword for the Breaking Realm Pill. , there are only six thousand left, so it seems that they can only be robbed.

"One time for four thousand high-grade spirit stones."

"Twice for four thousand high-grade spirit stones."

"Three times with four thousand high-grade spirit stones. Congratulations to the guests in box 56 for getting the sword!" The shooter announced by beating the gong, and all the cultivators cast their eyes on the mysterious box again.

Seeing the unpredictable expression of Mozun, the mockery in Mo Yi's eyes flashed away as he knelt before Mozun's knees to thank him with a charming smile.

There was a knock on the door, Mo Yi stood up and opened the door, and a waiter stood by the door holding a box, "Guest, your sword."

No one noticed, the moment the door was opened, an inconspicuous white shadow rushed out.

Zhi Ying squeezed into the gap under the door in a strange posture, passed through the formation at the door as if entering no one's land, and stepped into his master's territory with his head held high.

Then it was startled suddenly, that nasty man actually took advantage of it's absence to steal a kiss from its master!It's going to bite him to death!

At this moment, Zhi Ying suddenly felt a sense of crisis, subconsciously jumped back, and fell to the corner of the wall and curled up into a ball.

Seeing that the kitten finally calmed down, Shen Wuhuo withdrew his gaze in satisfaction, stared intently at Shen Chi's sleeping face, his eyes paused for a moment on those impossibly rosy lips, and kissed him lightly again, leaning towards him. He whispered in his ear, "Xiaochi, I love you."

Shen Wuhu's voice was gentle and pious, and love surged in his eyes, as if the person in his arms was his only belief.The kitten, which was quietly walking around behind Shen Wuhuo and preparing to fight back, paused, let out a rather humane snort, turned around and found a corner, huddled together and began to doze off.

Although Shen Chi was sleeping, he didn't lose consciousness immediately. He knew Shen Wuhuo's actions and heard Shen Wuhuo's words. This was the third time Shen Wuhuo said this to him.He didn't open his eyes, but let Shen Wuhuo hug him even tighter, listening to the strong beating of the other's heart, he felt a little relieved for no reason.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Shen Wuhuo: I can't wait to get in the car.

Shen Chi: I also want to get in the car.

Author: I would rather get in the car.