Medical scum wants to cultivate immortality

"Seal up the bitten people, don't let them hurt people again!"

"Be careful over there, hurry up! Don't let the wights bite you!"

"Don't confront them head-on, three inches from the back of the neck is their killing point, don't struggle with them!"

"Zhuang Yan, what's going on? Why are there so many corpses suddenly appearing in Feiling Realm?" Duan Yue asked anxiously protecting his daughter.

"Father-in-law, I don't know why this happened. People always complained to my father about the loss of livestock in the village, but there has never been such a strange thing. Although my father has always been domineering, he will not cause himself to rule. What's going on here?" Zhuang Yan clasped Duan Ranqing's hand tightly and explained.

Just now, He Xiao had just finished reading about Zhuang's various heinous deeds, when suddenly four or five scorched, purple-faced, mutilated corpses burst out from the front hall, and they would bite anyone they saw.

But fortunately, the Immortal Sect who came this time was well-known in various rankings, with extraordinary skills, and quickly controlled the situation. Occasionally, a few young disciples who were not on guard were bitten a few times.It is okay to be treated in time.

The momentary chaotic scene returned to normal under the timely control of Feng Xue and the others.

He Xiao, who was pushed out to maintain order, was also quite dignified, methodically arranging He's disciples to patrol around to see if there were any corpses left.

"The nearby villages, has there been any loss in recent days?" He Xiao frowned, very worried about the safety of the nearby people.

Zhuang Yan laughed at himself, "There are countless disciples of the Zhuang family who have abandoned their sect and joined other sects. They have no time to take care of themselves, so where do they find extra people to take care of the situation in the nearby villages?"

He Xiao looked at Mo's, presumably, they must have made arrangements long ago.

Mo Wenfeng nodded, and Bai Suizhong took a step forward, saluting respectfully, "When Mo's disciples learned that there were corpses rampaging in Feiling Realm, they obeyed the order of the master and came to guard."

"It's a bit strange that this corpse suddenly appeared." Mo Wenfeng said this to Mo Wenxue very casually.

He Xiao frowned, feeling more and more depressed: I'm afraid not, you all know the origin of this corpse, right?So what is the purpose of such a layout?

Could it be... Impossible, they couldn't possibly know.

This superficial "No. [-] in the world", I will finally be true to him!

Luo Zhiyu and the two in the corner listened to the chaos in Zhuang's Xianzong, still kissing each other selflessly, and from time to time they swung their spiritual power to shoot and kill one or two corpse monsters that were rushing quickly.

I think it was only when he was with Mo Wenshuang that he could be so confident and "not afraid of death".

Luo Zhiyu smiled, "Kiss me, I'm the flower before the moon, the two of us are overly frightened! Are you not affected by their terrifying faces?"

"In my eyes, there is only Ah Luo." Mo Wenshuang stroked his red lips, threw out two more spiritual powers, knocked down two vicious corpses, and kissed him again.

After the deep and long kiss, there were many corpses that were broken into several sections lying around the two of them.

Tsk tsk tsk, this scene is really not suitable for young couples to be lingering.Luo Zhiyu put his arms around his neck, with a disgusted look on his face, "Hey, let's hit them well, or stay away from here and indulge once. In short, don't get involved with them. I think they are so ugly and affect my mood."

"Indulgence?" Mo Wenshuang couldn't hold back the restlessness in her heart, "Ah Luo, no matter how dishonest your hands are, I can only "indulge" you here."

"Pfft." Luo Zhiyu laughed, and took his hand away from Mo Wenshuang's most sensitive place, "Okay, okay, let's do serious business first."

"Serious?" Mo Wenshuang hugged Luo Zhiyu across his arms, spun around on the spot and kicked the two rushing corpses away, and kissed him, "Which one is more serious?"

"Little Shuangshuang, I really didn't expect you to be such a little Shuangshuang." Luo Zhiyu blushed and knocked him on the head, "Of course we need to solve the problem of corpse monsters first! We can only survive after cleaning them up in the Feiling Realm." !"

"These things that were released on purpose will naturally be solved by someone. I'm going to solve you now." Mo Wenshuang hugged him and spun to the ground, wrapped his arms around Luo Zhiyu's shoulder with one hand, and lifted a corner of his clothes.

"Hey!" Luo Zhiyu was caught off guard, "A pillow on the floor? I don't want it!"

While speaking, Mo Wenshuang melted crying blood with the other hand, rolled it away, smashed several corpses with force, then turned the crying blood in another direction, flung it towards Luo Zhiyu's belt, and tore it away.

"Mo Wenshuang!" Luo Zhiyu grabbed his clothes subconsciously, and a rotten hand exposed his bones floated in front of his eyes. The corpse tore off most of his floating clothes, and his inner clothes also tore a few holes, and he was almost scratched .With a soft cry, he saw Mo Wenshuang shatter it with his palm, his eyes were stern and frightening, with a clear smell of vinegar.

"Fool, why are you arguing with a mindless corpse?" Luo Zhiyu poked his head, "Big vinegar!"

Mo Wenshuang's fingertips slid across his waist vaguely, which aroused him to be clever, and after he couldn't help humming, Luo Zhiyu laughed at him for taking advantage of it.

The person who couldn't control it removed his torn excess fabric, revealing Luo Zhiyu's slightly thin body, making his mouth dry.

"What are you doing?" Luo Zhiyu was startled and ashamed, looking at the disciples of Brother Zong who were struggling to fight off the corpse not far away, "you will be seen!"

Mo Wenshuang surrounded everyone, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you cold?"

"Hiss." Only then did Luo Zhiyu realize that it was winter, and the wind was blowing so hard that his whole body trembled. He was angry and couldn't laugh or cry, "Is it not cold?" He punched Mo Wenshuang's chest, "If I freeze to death, you can do "serious things" by yourself from now on!"

Mo Wenshuang didn't dare to be negligent, kicked away the oncoming corpse monster, formed a barrier to protect the two, and flew towards the guest room where they used to live in the Zhuang family.

Enter the house, close the door, lock it, and set a barrier!

Action in one go!

Luo Zhiyu had the illusion that he wanted to take him to the realm, and when the thick kisses fell on his body, he realized that his clothes were loose and the spring was boundless.

Inexplicably ashamed, his face burned.Later, he twisted his body to respond to Mo Wenshuang's enthusiasm, but he always felt that at this time, he really shouldn't be so indulgent.

"We, as immortal cultivators, shouldn't...should we kill the corpses first..." He was so weak from being teased by Mo Wenshuang, his head was a little confused.

"There is still a chance in the future, let you clean them up." Mo Wenshuang's hand rubbed against his lips.

"Wen Shuang..." Luo Zhiyu sat up halfway up, "What you mean, do you know about the corpse monster...?"

Luo Zhiyu gently pushed away the person who was kissing him, and asked seriously, but Mo Wenshuang didn't answer him, swallowed what he was about to say, and untied his belt.

"Hey..." Luo Zhiyu felt the joy brought by Mo Wenshuang's cool body temperature mixed with the warmth on his lips, and the blood in his whole body boiled.

There were occasional clinking sounds outside, and the sound of something heavy hitting the barrier.

Luo Zhiyu was always interrupted and couldn't concentrate on entering the state, "Wen Shuang, I really can't do it, I'm afraid someone will come in suddenly, can we wait until we return to the Mianwujing?"

Mo Wenshuang didn't let him go at all, "Say you like me...I want to hear you..." The hoarse and blurred voice lingered, washing away all the mess.

"I...I like you..." Luo Zhiyu was slowly swallowing up half of the word you, unable to hold back, he responded.

"Where did Wenshuang go?" Mo Wenfeng looked at the afterglow of the sunset and asked Mo's disciples.

The crowd shook their heads.

Scanning the group of sects, but seeing no one else, he muttered in his heart, don't lose it again...

"Have all the corpses been cleaned up, are there any left?" He asked again.

"All were wiped out and burned." A disciple replied.

"He Zhangzun, can you find out why there are corpses protruding from the Feiling Realm?" Mo Wenfeng looked suspicious.

He Xiao coughed lightly, "Bug."

Yuantong?Mo Wenfeng glanced at Mo Wenxue, a bit puzzled.

"Who exactly is Yuan Tong, how does he know..." Mo Wenxue's whisper was interrupted by Bai Suizhong's loud announcement.

"Zhuang Zhangzun, something happened!"

When the other Immortal Sect Masters who were about to go back home heard this, they all stamped their feet and gathered around.

"What happened?" He Xiao asked before Mo Wenfeng.

Due to the eager performance of the position of the first immortal sect master, others thought that He Xiao had a great sense of responsibility, and also admired him for being so concerned about the situation of people who hated him very much.

"It seems to be delirious, showing signs of being possessed by demons." Bai Suizhong replied.

"what?"

"Enchanted?"

"Maybe it's because you can't stand this great stimulus and you're in a hurry?"

All the sects whispered, some lamented the Zhuang family's situation, some felt that this was what he deserved.

The night was getting darker, and the cold wind was blowing everywhere, and there was a sound of fighting coming from a distance.

With a wave of He Xiao's hand, everyone raised their vigilance and moved towards the voice.

"Hold the lamp!" Approaching the two fighting shadows, he laughed, and then the lights flickered on.

"Hula!" The overwhelming white insects were startled by the instant light, and scattered with white powder.

Everyone covered their mouths and noses and kept waving their sleeves.

"Mr. Yuan?" He Xiao waved his hands uncertainly and looked at the person leaning against the wall.

The black veil that the man had been wearing all along was broken into several pieces, revealing his unnaturally white face.

"he!"

"Is he Yuan Tong?"

"It's not! It's not!"

"That's right, it's me..." A trace of black blood spilled from the corner of Yuan Tong's mouth, and he turned his eyes to Meng Qi, seeing the impossibility on Meng Qi's face, and smiled with difficulty.

Mo Wenshuang, who fell from the sky with Luo Zhiyu in his arms, landed next to Feng Xue and the other two, his legs twitched, he took a step forward, and frowned: "It's you..."

The silence was soon broken by the two figures who continued to fight together. All the people who recognized Yuan Tong looked at him in astonishment. After seeing the two clearly, they were even more unbelievable!

"That is!"

"How is it possible? He's already dead!"

"Could it be that the soul of the grievance persists?!"

"Don't make rumors and make trouble, let the disciples see the joke!"

"What the hell is going on, why did they disappear together back then..."

Mo Wenfeng and Mo Wenxue met eyes, and then immediately looked at Yuan Tong. No, it should be said that he was the one who used Yuan Tong's name all the time.