lure way

"Furun,...me," Ling Mochen's throat was dry, and he couldn't help feeling flustered when he met Mu Cunfeng's loving gaze, "I'm not qualified to love anyone, and I'm not worthy of anyone's love."

"how you said that?"

"Whoever falls in love with me is doomed to be injured or die." Ling Mochen lowered his head, a faint moon shadow was cast on his lonely face, making him look lonely and lonely.Gong Loujue fell in love with him, and now his life and death are unknown, and Mu Cunfeng fell in love with him, and now his body is covered with scars.

"What if I say, I'm not afraid of getting hurt, and I'm not afraid of dying?" Because what's more terrible than getting hurt than dying is parting from you.

"Hengzhi, do you think I'm dirty, but don't refuse, just let me hug you for a while?"

Mu Cunfeng leaned into Ling Mochen's arms, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around that thin waist, "Furun, I didn't mean that. If you insist on saying that you are dirty, then...then why am I?" Ling Mo Chen choked up for a moment, closed his eyes and said, "I...have long been unworthy of being an exorcist."

"Hengzhi," Mu Cunfeng smiled, but the smile was a little sad. He nestled into Ling Mochen's arms, closed his eyes quietly, and said softly:

"If there is an afterlife, I will definitely...will work harder to practice, and be with you..."

Sleepiness hit, and Mu Cunfeng fell asleep in Ling Mochen's arms with peace of mind.

Perhaps this moment is the most peaceful sleep he has ever had. Ling Mochen put Mu Cunfeng on the simple cot in the cave, took off his coat and covered him up, making him sleep more comfortably, and he was obviously tired Tired, but hard to sleep.

Finding that Mu Cunfeng seemed a little cold, he was going to gather some firewood to warm Mu Cunfeng, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a strong resentment, and the Dragon Sword on his back vibrated uncomfortably.

He closed his eyes for a while and listened, and the crazy and shrill howls of ghosts came to his ears. He couldn't bear to listen for a while. He withdrew his consciousness, set up an enchantment to protect Mu Cunfeng, and frowned and rushed towards the source of the sound.

The scene in front of him was bloody and cruel. More than a dozen ghosts had already torn up a person and ate him. The strong and disgusting stench in the air made Ling Mochen's brows tighten even more.

He recognized those ghosts, and some of them were exactly the ghosts suppressed by the Mu clan in Fuyao Pagoda a year ago. How could they escape?Could it be that the seal of Fuyao Tower has been lifted?Ling Mochen was startled, could it be that Gong Loujue forced Furun to lift the seal again?For a time, there were mixed feelings in my heart.

"stop!"

Before he had time to think about it, Ling Mochen yelled at those ghosts.

Dragon scale swords and even yang things have a considerable deterrent effect on ghosts, but those ghosts only paused for a moment, turned their heads one after another, stared at Ling Mochen with terrifying blood eyes, and continued to do evil again , Ling Mochen quickly made a countermeasure, pinched the sword with one hand, and drew a series of yellow spells on the Dragon Scale Sword.

"Bound!"

More than a dozen talismans carried the power of Wanjun, and flew towards those ghosts at the same time, absorbed them and quickly wrapped them up, and there was a tragic roar, and the stimulating other ghosts showed their fierceness, opened their bloody mouths and roared, and rushed towards Ling Mo dust.

"Bound!"

With another low shout, Dao Dao Talisman spread around with Ling Mochen as the center, chasing more than a dozen ghosts screaming and running away in embarrassment.

The remaining half of the ghosts were so anxious and furious that they screamed piercingly, and slammed into Ling Mochen's long sword frantically.

One of the ghosts grabbed the blade of Ling Mochen's sword with its bare hands, and its sharp ghost claws made a "hissing" sound of sparks and crackles on the sword. It stared at Ling Mochen with blood-red eyes, and screamed out took his name.

"Ling Mochen, the demon master of Bailing Mountain! Ask Xushou disciple, hahaha... Do you want to join forces with that villain now!"

"You are...the Seventh Prince of Lu Kingdom!" Ling Mochen was surprised.

"Exactly!"

Ling Mochen clearly remembered that five years ago, Bai Lingshan received a request for help from the royal family, asking for help to find the missing seventh prince, but Bai Lingshan had never been able to find it. He never thought that the seventh prince would become a ghost. He also became the leader of those evil spirits.

"Ling Mochen! That villain colluded with the enemy and treasoned the country, and caused us to suffer humiliation and death! If you stop us from avenging our revenge, don't blame us for tearing you into pieces together! Hehehe..."

The one who was eaten by them just now was the traitor who killed them in the first place.

The Seventh Prince Lu showed a strange smile, and spit out a wisp of white smoke. Ling Mochen quickly turned off his sense of smell, but he still took a breath, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body, making him slow down a bit.

The other party grinned grinningly, and stretched out the ghost claws to attack Ling Mochen's face. Ling Mochen barely avoided it, threw off the ghost claws, and started fighting with him.

The other ghosts quietly moved behind Ling Mochen without knowing when.

Out of sympathy for those fierce ghosts, Ling Mochen did not use the soul-destroying formation, but tried to control the Seventh Prince with his own strength, but the ghosts were harder to tame than demons. After a fierce fight, Ling Mochen and the Seventh Prince The prince was in a stalemate.

Ling Mochen's long sword rested on the seventh prince's left ear, and the seventh prince tightly squeezed Ling Mochen's hand holding the sword with both hands, and his sharp claws grew wildly to the limit, and finally they were only an inch away from Ling Mochen's heart ,

"Hmph... As expected of a top exorcist, I found out my weakness is in my left ear so quickly!"

The Seventh Prince didn't dare to let go, as long as he let go, Ling Mochen's sword would most likely cut off his head, but he might also pierce Ling Mochen's heart before that.

"Should we have a competition and see if your sword is faster, or my hand is faster, or..."

The Seventh Prince smiled sinisterly, glanced at the situation behind Ling Mochen from the corner of his eye, and made a "clacking" sound like grinding teeth, looking eerie and terrifying in the sudden dead silence.

Ling Mochen sensed the thick and cold aura sweeping from behind him. It turned out that those ghosts saw the right moment and opened their long and sharp ghost claws, jumped up with terrifying fangs, and pounced on him from behind... …