The Villain Has Something to Say

Some stories in this world are long, while others are short.

Mo Qianqiu never knew how to tell stories, and when he spoke simply, Jinli listened quietly.But this lecture lasted for three full months.

A mortal's life is only a hundred years, but Mo Qianqiu's story is 1000 years old.That story was absolutely magnificent, and the succession of succession was shocking and worrying, but his tone was flat, neither happy nor angry, and he just talked about it without saying anything.

After talking about it, he gradually became reluctant to go into details, but only summarized it in one sentence, and Jin Li didn't even ask him.

After talking about that person becoming number one in the world and killing all directions, Mo Qianqiu fell silent, and after a long time, he smiled softly and said generously: "That's the end."

The dark space fell silent again, Mo Qianqiu had nothing to say, and Jin Li didn't speak.

Gradually, Mo Qianqiu felt a little strength in his body, and a faint spiritual energy slowly condensed in his damaged dantian.Although this power is very small, it cannot be ignored. Mo Qianqiu lowered his eyes and calmly looked down, but he has already begun to try to use his spiritual power.

No one knows how long this long silence has passed, and the spiritual power in Mo Qianqiu's dantian is also increasing.This kind of spiritual power is just a drop in the ocean for him in his heyday, but at this moment, it may be able to cause some damage to the silly demon in front of him.

Anyway, he was already doomed to die, and if he injured the enemy a little more before he died, it would be an extra bargaining chip for the outsider Xiu.

The weak spiritual power is hidden in the broken meridians and slowly circulates. In the darkness, Mo Qianqiu can't see Jin Li's expression, and can only feel that the other party is still beside him with his spiritual sense, and at the same time, the touch on his left hand is still telling Jin Li. Him: This man is still holding his hand.

Mo Qianqiu carefully manipulated his spiritual power. It's not bad that his cultivation base is lower than the opponent's, but if he really wants to sneak attack, it's not impossible.Sweat gradually oozes from the full forehead, but the red lips are still slightly raised. The more sweat on the forehead, the bigger the smile on the lips.

Vigorous spiritual power condensed in the palm of Mo Qianqiu's right hand, forming a blood-red dot.This little dot seemed to grow on his palm, red and dripping blood, just when he was about to raise his palm to slap Jin Li's chest, all of a sudden!I only heard Jinli give a soft "um", and asked again: "Qianqiu, then who am I? Who are you? Why are we here? Where is this place?"

Mo Qianqiu: "..."

After a moment of hesitation, Mo Qianqiu slowly withdrew his hand, squeezed his right hand tightly, and hid the red spot on his palm formed by the condensed magic energy and spiritual power.

What happened next was another round of nightmares.

How could Jinli have so many things to say and so many questions to ask?

In the old days, Mo Qianqiu would never have to worry about this kind of chattering and noisy person, because he would smack the other party into a pulp with a flip of his hand.But now, he has nothing to do with Jinli. He really can't tell any more so-called stories. He has already told Luo Jianqing's story (in that story, Luo Jianqing admires Mo Qianqiu very much). After listening to the story, I still pestered him to talk non-stop.

At this time, Mo Qianqiu missed that noble and indifferent Yaozun very much.

He can't be killed, he can't be beaten, what else can he do?You can only answer the other party's questions patiently over and over again, otherwise the other party will ask the same question ten thousand times.

When Jin Li asked the third thousand and fourth question, Mo Qianqiu finally couldn't help but yelled angrily, raised his head and hit the opponent's chest.Even if he died, he couldn't die under the eyes of such a noisy, silly child.

"Go away to this deity!!!"

Whoosh!

A burst of wind sounded in front of Mo Qianqiu, and Jin Li dodged the attack with a flash.

Mo Qianqiu had known for a long time that this attack would have no effect on Jin Li, and even he knew that when he gave up the chance to sneak attack earlier, it was doomed that he would not be able to sneak attack again.But he still attacked recklessly, no longer to hurt the opponent, but to: make this person shut up!

Cold laughter sounded in the empty darkness, Mo Qianqiu suppressed his anger, and said word by word, gnashing his teeth: "If you want to kill me, I will be happy, this deity is not your parents, why should I put up with you like this?" Chatting endlessly! Yaozun Jinli is such a boring and boring person, you can't even get out of your own nightmare, it's really disappointing."

In the darkness, no one echoed Mo Qianqiu.

However, Mo Qianqiu is still happy and quiet, maybe some people just want to scold him, so he knows how annoying he is.

At this time, Mo Qianqiu keenly heard the sound of water dripping.He listened carefully for a while, and then realized that Jin Li was actually injured by his blow just now, and he was probably bleeding.However, Jinli's aura was still very stable, and it should only be a flesh injury.

There was a long silence between the two again, Mo Qianqiu's body had long been unable to accumulate any spiritual power, and he even felt the extremely fast passing of his life.

At this moment, he heard a faint sound of footsteps. He immediately became vigilant and looked ahead, his whole body tensed up. Then he found a person slowly sitting a foot away from him, quietly sitting.

Mo Qianqiu suddenly felt that something was wrong, and a dangerous thought flashed through his mind, and then he heard a cold and quiet voice from beside him: "Of course you are not the parents of this deity, and this deity was born without a father. No mother, drifting on the first sea of ​​the demon realm. Dragons are born at the seventh level, which is equivalent to the cultivation base of human beings when they leave their bodies. How can you, a sinister and vicious person, have the qualifications to be the parents of this deity."

The exquisite eyes widened suddenly, Mo Qianqiu's lips parted slightly, and after a long time, he sneered and said, "It's as if someone is vying to be your parents."

"Have you ever been to Long Island?" Jin Li asked suddenly.

Mo Qianqiu snorted softly, and didn't bother to pay attention, but his body was tense, ready to face the opponent's attack at any time.

To his surprise, Jin Li seemed to want to ask a question sincerely. Seeing that Mo Qianqiu did not answer, he said softly: "Dragon Island is a forbidden place in the First Sea. I have lived there since I was an adult. , It has been 7000 years. Long Island is warm all year round, the seasons are like spring, and the forests are dense, but there is a crescent-shaped lake in the center of the island. The lake is full of majestic spiritual energy. If you practice in it, you can surpass it in one day. Hundred Days is the top cultivation place in Xuantian Continent."

"You're blowing yourself up." Mo Qianqiu couldn't help mocking, "The magic mountain where my magic palace is located, gathers thousands of magic energy, which can help the magic cultivator to cultivate, which is a thousand times better than your lake."

After a while, Jin Li asked again in a calm voice: "Have you ever been to Long Island?"

Mo Qianqiu ignored him.

Jinli asked again, Mo Qianqiu finally said impatiently: "Why did I go to your tiny place?"

This time, Jinli was silent for a while, then sighed: "You have been there."

Mo Qianqiu didn't hear this sentence too lightly, but he didn't want to ask, so Jin Li didn't repeat it.

Jin Li is not that kind of talkative person. Mo Qianqiu has already discovered that after his palm strikes, he doesn't know where he hit Jin Li, and he hits the idiot normally.This can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, but I know it is not a blessing, at least no one is always arguing about himself like that, and he can die a clean death.

Mo Qianqiu sat leaning against the wall with lowered eyelids, waiting for death.

Jin Li sat a foot away from him, not saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

Very occasionally, Mo Qianqiu would hum softly, and the meridian and dantian that had been overwhelmed by spiritual power brought him indescribable pain.Later, Jin Li would say something, but what he said was meaningless, and he didn't expect to get Mo Qianqiu's answer.

After four months, Mo Qianqiu spat out a mouthful of blood heavily, and the vitality of his whole body was almost reduced to nothingness.Jin Li just watched calmly from the side, watching Mo Qianqiu's seriously injured body unable to withstand such a powerful realm, and gradually declining.

But this time, Mo Qianqiu survived the crisis safely after being unconscious for a month.

He only had one breath left to hang on, but he still half-closed his eyes and panted lightly.

Mo Qianqiu never thought that he would have such a day to linger on his last breath.

Even when he was most dangerously hunted down by his enemies when he was a child, he didn't live on his breath like he is now.In this way, he no longer has the face of a strong man. If the enemy was not by his side, he would have decided to end this meaningless life long ago if he didn't want to humiliate and admit defeat in front of the enemy.

He can die in front of Jinli, but he must not surrender and commit suicide.

The brain became groggy day by day, the extremely quiet environment and the completely dark space made Mo Qianqiu suddenly feel a little peace of mind.He thought of all the things he regretted in his life. He hadn't been able to break through the restriction of the Mahayana period, he hadn't been able to train the next palace master for the Demonic Dao Palace in time, and he hadn't been able to see the last side of his best friend...

Unable to fulfill a long-ago wish.

Mo Qianqiu had kept that matter in his heart for a long time, and now he suddenly recalled that there was still this matter that could not be completed.

He was born in an extremely inconspicuous third-rate sect in Wanzhou, and the moment he was born, his family was destroyed.Jin Li said that he has no father or mother, so why not?He only has a low-rank root, but for his dead parents, he is already extremely talented, just waiting for him to avenge his family.

So, before he had a name, he was hugged by several uncles and fled Wanzhou, starting a life of fugitive.

At the age of seven, the last elder of the Qianqiu Clan died at the hands of the enemy, so he had to escape alone.

If you are not pushed to the extreme, you will not know how great a person's potential is.

It will take a few days for a Mahayana venerable to cross ten states, because there are countless dangers in it, but an unarmed child secretly practiced the magic cultivation technique that killed the whole family, and only spent 50 days. In just two years, he crossed two wastelands and ten states!

At that time, he was tortured and almost died several times, but he survived bit by bit.After 200 years, he entered the fusion period, and his strength far surpassed that of monks of the same realm. In turn, he tortured and killed those monks who were chasing him, and wiped out all the opponents.

At that time, there seemed to be a wish. What was that wish?

what is it...

Mo Qianqiu felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the already dried-up dantian and his broken and seriously injured body could no longer bring him any more pain, because the pain had already penetrated deep into the bone marrow, making him numb.

Mo Qianqiu really wanted to open his eyes, but he felt that he was gradually losing the strength to breathe, and he really felt the end of his life.At this moment, he suddenly understood that this time he was really going to die.

Without any chance, he was really about to fall and die in this unknown place.

Not knowing what was going on in his mind, Mo Qianqiu, who had been silent for more than half a year, suddenly exhausted all his strength, and softly spoke three words.But when these three words fell, the entire dark space fell silent.

Mo Qianqiu closed his eyes heavily, exhausting the last ounce of strength, but he didn't know that just after he finished those three words, the blue-clothed Yaozun who was not far away from him trembled slightly, and waited. After he was completely out of breath, the man lowered his eyes to cover his emotions.

After a short incense stick, Jin Li reached out to his chest without any warning, cut out his heart alive, and then pulled over the red-clothed man who had long been breathless and whose body was getting cold. Mozun, press his heart into it!