My younger brother is acting like a demon again

Qin Mo laughed that the past few days were really hard, he was afraid that Luo Yuan would "joke" with him again, so as a last resort, he could only drink the medicine he brought over in one gulp.

Every time the face wrinkled into a bitter melon.

Mo Yan has been ordered by him to go out to inquire about news these days, but there is always no sign of him day by day.

When Murong Zhi saw Luo Yuan holding an empty bowl, he couldn't help but said, "Junior brother, what method did you use to make Qin Junior brother so obedient?"

Luo Yuan gave him a very cold look, and passed him by.

Murong Zhiqi's teeth itched.

Recently, he really felt more and more unhappy seeing Luo Yuan.

Before he could react, a person ran over in such a hurry that Murong Zhi was almost hit.

He clutched his shoulder, just about to curse.

The person in front of him stopped suddenly, it was Mo Yan.

"Senior Brother Murong, I'm sorry, I didn't see it was you."

Mo Yan walked in front of him with concerned eyes: "Didn't it hurt you?"

"I'm fine, what are you going to do in such a hurry?"

Murong Zhi shook his head and said with some doubts.

Mo Yan wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand, and said, "Didn't my mother leave it to me to investigate the news of the fragments these days, and I did find out some results, so I wanted to make a fuss in front of him quickly. "

"Well, then I'll go with you."

Murong Zhi followed immediately.

"Senior brother Luo Yuan, then you should come together."

Wherever Mo Yan goes, she can't forget Luo Yuan.

Murong Zhi's face darkened uncontrollably.

Mo Yan, you will not be liked by others.

He gritted his teeth secretly.

But Luo Yuan still followed.

"Junior Brother Luo goes to Brother Qin's room eight times a day, it would be better to have a good rest."

Murong Zhi couldn't hold back, and began to become yin and yang.

Luo Yuan's expression remained unchanged: "Senior brother is concerned, taking care of third senior brother is what Wen should do, besides, the matter of fragments is not a trivial matter, it doesn't matter if I am young and strong, and I have to run a few more times, but senior brother Murong needs to take care of his health recently."

When Murong Zhi heard him say that he was old, he almost wanted to hit someone.

The two didn't like each other, so they didn't say a word at all.

Mo Yan didn't smell the gunpowder between the two of them at all.

With a bright smile on his face, he pushed open Qin Moxiao's door and said with a big grin, "Mother, the news you asked me to inquire about is confirmed."

Qin Moxiao was startled by him, his eyelids twitched, and he just wanted to reprimand him.

Hearing this, he immediately became serious: "What news?"

Luo Yuan and Murong Zhi found a place to sit down.

All eyes were on Mo Yan.

Mo Yan suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

He scratched his head, cleared his throat and said, "It took me a lot of effort to find out, the fragments are in Burial Soul Hill."

As soon as these words were said, the room was suddenly quiet.

Burial Soul Mound is located deep in the forest of Jingzhou, and the danger index can reach five stars.

Countless people have died there over the years.

No one spoke for a long time, and Mo Yan subconsciously held her breath, not daring to let out a breath.

Qin Mo smiled and got a little confused.

But when he thought of Wei Changqing lying on the bed, the timidity in his heart disappeared instantly.

He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and said, "Junior Brother Luo, Senior Brother Murong, this trip is too dangerous, you don't have to accompany me to take risks."

"Junior brother Qin, what are you talking about? Is senior brother in your heart someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"

Murong stopped.

"Third senior brother, your body has not been fully cultivated, if you don't do this, leave it to me and senior brother Murong."

Luo Yuan then spoke.

Although Qin Moxiao's health was fine, he naturally didn't want Qin Moxiao to take risks with him.

"Since you are all going, how can I be a turtle?"

Qin Mo smiled and immediately shook his head, his attitude was very firm.

Luo Yuan moved his lips, but he didn't say anything after all.

He had expected it a long time ago, but he couldn't help persuading him.

"Then everyone rest early today, and go on the road early tomorrow morning."

Qin Mo smiled and saw that no one spoke, and then spoke.

"Okay, then you should go to bed earlier."

Luo Yuan and the others all walked out.

Only Mo Yan still sat still.

"Why don't you go, and still want to sleep with me?"

Qin Mo smiled and turned his head to stare at him.

Mo Yan hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mother, Burial Soul Hill is too dangerous for you..."

"What? Even you little brat started to persuade me? Then it seems that I have to work hard."

Qin Mo smiled and stretched out his hand to knock on his forehead.

Mo Yan stretched out her hand to cover her head, her mouth was flattened: "It hurts."

"Hitting is yes, kissing and scolding is love. Don't worry, no matter how weak I am, you'll be fine if you hit ten times."

Mo Yan felt that he had been insulted. Since when did he become a tool to measure his strength?

"Go back early."

Qin Mo smiled and gave the order to chase away the guests.

Mo Yan walked out in a daze.

In a foggy night.

Qin Mo laughed and the group embarked on the journey.

Luo Yuan pursed his lips, took off the cloak on his body, and wanted to put it on for Qin Moxiao.

Qin Mo smiled and waved his hands immediately: "I'm so weak, you should keep it for yourself."

Hearing this, Luo Yuan's expression was a bit ugly, and he couldn't help but stuff the cloak into his arms, a pair of clothes is given to you, and it looks like you can do whatever you want.

"Junior Brother Qin, let's put it on. You have just recovered from a serious illness, and it is very humid today."

It was rare for Murong Zhi to stand on the united front with Luo Yuan.

Of course, the main reason is because he has no clothes to give.

"alright."

Qin Mo smiled helplessly.

Seeing him approving the clothes, Luo Yuan's expression softened a lot.

The journey of the few people was very fast. Although they encountered a little trouble on the road, it was nothing bad.

Seeing that it is getting closer and closer to Burial Soul Mound.

Mo Yan couldn't help shivering, her teeth trembling a little: "Why do you feel so cold all of a sudden?"

Qin Mo couldn't help laughing and said, "Look, the weakest one is here."

He reached out to pass the cloak in his hand.

Unexpectedly, with a trembling hand, he couldn't help but tighten his cloak.

It was as if something was attached to him just now.

A chill rose from the soles of his feet.

Murong Zhi and Luo Yuan also felt it.

"It's Yin Qi."

Luo Yuan's face was calm, as if he was completely unaffected, but if you looked carefully, you could find that his legs were trembling slightly.

There appear to be tiny particles on the eyelashes.

"This...how to do this."

Mo Yan gritted her teeth and took two steps forward, feeling extremely difficult as if she had been filled with lead.

"Pay attention to luck and resistance."

Qin Mo calmed down with a smile and said.

Several people used their kung fu to resist.

I feel a little better.

Several people walked inside with difficulty.

Everything around was dimmed, and large trees blocked the sky and the sun.

Casts a large shadow.

The temperature around me dropped again and again.

It's not the kind of bone-chilling cold in winter.

The cold here is chilling from the heart.

The hands and feet seemed to be entangled with some kind of slippery and cold creature.

This seemed to lead to Qin Moxiao's old illness.

He couldn't bear it at first.

I only felt that my eyes were dizzy, my head was extremely heavy, and it was difficult to breathe.

He opened his mouth wide, like a drowning fish desperately absorbing the oxygen outside.

Suddenly, some extremely strange scenes flashed before his eyes.

"Senior brother, are you alright?"

Luo Yuan walked over with the sword, a cold light flashed.

Qin Mo smiled and felt a lot better all over.

Luo Yuan helped him dispel the ghosts around him, and leaned forward, wanting to take a closer look at him.

Mo Yan's cultivation level is not very high yet, seeing this, she couldn't help trembling: "Senior Brother Luo, you can't treat one more favorably than another, you don't care about me anymore?"

Luo Yuan immediately prepared to go there.

But before he could make a move, a sharp sword energy flew over, and the ghosts around him were caught off guard.

Mo Yan seemed to hear the shrill screams of those ghosts.

"Don't be afraid, with Senior Brother Murong here, you know who is more reliable this time."

Murong Zhi walked up to Mo Yan, and said as if he had come here.

Mo Yan and Qin Moxiao seem to like Luo Yuan a lot.

This has always puzzled him, that they are still so close to him despite his dead face and bad temper every day.

Mo Yan nodded.

But he whispered in his heart, senior brother Murong really underestimated me, how could I betray my father because of such a trivial matter?

"You will follow me well for a while."

Luo Yuan turned his head and smiled at Qin Mo.

"it is good."

Several people walked straight to the depths.

The closer you get, the more cloudy the air becomes.

Even though several people tried their best to resist, the effect has been greatly reduced.

To make matters worse, the ghosts also began to grow stronger.

A cluster of fluorescent green light rushed towards Qin Moxiao.

He was like a maggot attached to Qin Moxiao's body.

Still playing crazy jokes in his ear.

That gloomy sound was like crawling out of hell.

Luo Yuan frowned: "This thing looks so ugly, how did it survive so tenaciously?"

That group seems to have a little low-level sanity.

He couldn't understand what the humans were saying, but he was sure it wasn't a good word.

He hugged Qin Mo more and more tightly.

Qin Mo smiled and his face gradually turned pale.

Luo Yuan and Murong Zhi immediately came over to help him drive away.

Just when several people were in a mess, a puff of smoke suddenly rose in front of them, and a cold breath swept over.

Qin Mo smiled and moved his chapped lips: "What is that?"

Several people were stunned for a moment, squeezed the weapons in their hands, and looked over there.

Even the ghosts on them seemed to run fast because they sensed that some great personage was about to be born.

Although Mo Yan was terrified, she still stood in front of Qin Moxiao: "Mother... a... If any monsters appear in a while, you should run away."

A warm current surged in Qin Mo's heart with a smile. He patted his son's shoulder, and looked at him with loving eyes: "You should run first, after all, you are not enough for him."

Mo Yan didn't know what to say for a moment.

Should he praise his mother's mentality?

It's this time, and I'm still in the mood to joke around.

After a while, the ground under their feet trembled slightly.

The thick white mist dissipated.

From now on, the person wearing a black robe and holding a sickle, no, to be precise, is a soul, floating in mid-air.

Grin at them.

Laughing so hard that people's hairs stand on end.