They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

"Can we go out?" Ming Ling, who was hiding in the corner of the cave, asked in a low voice, hugging the monk.

"Do you dare?" the monk closed his eyes and put his palms together and asked back.

Ming Ling looked down at the monk in his arms, naturally he knew what the monk meant, but he was worried that he would be discovered by Mo Nianhuan.He saw that his face was getting paler and his expression was depressed: "Why do you want to prevent me from marrying a bride, you will die."

"It doesn't matter if you die or live, it doesn't matter to me." The monk said softly, "You stop, don't hurt innocent people anymore."

Ming Ling was a little annoyed when she heard the monk's tone again: "I don't, I will definitely let you survive, I still have 100 years of cultivation before I can return to the heaven, then I can beg the emperor to let me take you with me You, soon, we can never be separated forever."

"If there is a cause, there must be an effect. It is useless for you to force it." The monk slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell not far away. He seemed to feel that his vision was a little blurred, and his eyes gradually became hollow. He pulled the corners of his lips bitterly. here we go:

"If we don't have a cause, we don't have an effect."

"Who said there wouldn't be!" Ming Ling was anxious: "Why can they have Taiyin and Sun? The laws of the heavens say that they are destined not to meet each other forever, but why can they reincarnate through calamities, but we can't!"

"Because we don't have a marriage knot on our bodies, naturally there is no marriage disaster." The monk looked down at his wrist, how many years have passed, what is expected and entangled, there is not even a red line:

"The Holy Lord Youying and the Holy God Burning Light, one is Shapolang and the other is the lone star of Tiansha. Indeed, judging from their fate, they are destined to never be together. However, Holy Lord Youying did not hesitate to break through the night to break through the night with the red rope. It is tied to the hands of the Holy God. You must know that in the marriage spectrum, people without marriage will break even if they have a red rope. But there is no such thing as the Holy King and the Holy God. Their marriage is destined to last forever from the moment they are tied. They will all be entangled and reunited.”

"Mingling, not everyone will be favored. We should choose the most correct one, instead of entangled with each other, but in the end, let me go."

The monk closed his eyes and hid the tear deeply.

Mingling pursed his lips tightly, as if he was struggling with the monk's words, he stood up abruptly: "I'm going to find Zhuo Zhao to find out, if he could steal the red line of marriage back then, then I can too!"

"Are you going now because you want to be discovered by the Holy Spirit?" The monk grabbed Mingling quickly: "You used to be a snake under the seat of the Holy Spirit, but the Holy Spirit is your priest no matter what, and his orders have already been engraved into you. The bone marrow that you must follow forever."

"I can only ask him to help me." Mingling looked at the monk: "I hid in the Nuwa Temple and pretended to be Nuwa. I did so many things, I killed so many people, what am I for, I am for you, In order to find a body for you, in order to be able to stay with you forever. If you are not even willing to accompany me through the last step, then I..."

What's the point of everything you do.

Doesn't it make sense to have expectations.

Halfway through the speech, a sob choked in his throat, and he did not want to continue.

"I'll come forward." The monk stood up, and he gently brushed off the folds of the cassock with an elegant posture: "I'll talk."

Some things are long overdue.

"What are you going to say?" Mingling suddenly felt uneasy.

The monk raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Mingling's charm with a bit of relief, only to see him smile: "I will seek justice for you."

All the red candles in the cave were extinguished, leaving only a faint light to vaguely see the position of the bed.

A corner of the bed curtain was lifted slightly, and some sound overflowed, but I was afraid that someone would hear something biting and suppress the sound.

backfires.

"Xi'er, I can't ask for any more."

"……the last time?"

"You are too greedy."

I only heard the man's deep and helpless laughter, full of doting and love, echoing in the dark environment, it was particularly pleasant.

The black silk is entwined, and the ears and temples are rubbed together.

Mo Nianhuan felt as if he was soaked in water, drifting around, obviously not doing anything but as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away, especially the voice of Shen Yuanyu talking in his ear, it broke his bones.

I can't stand it at all.

Vaguely, he met Shen Yuanyu's eyes.

With his back to the red tent, Shen Yuanyu's green silk hangs down messily on his shoulders, and his ink-like eyes are stained with affectionate emotions, like spring water rippling, trying to melt his reason.

"No more, for the last time, you learn to control yourself, and you can no longer be manipulated by your greed."

Mo Nianhuan raised his jaw slightly and clenched his teeth. The sweat from his forehead soaked his hair, and the sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead, covering his slightly raised neck, drawing out a beautiful curve.

He suppressed his voice and said it was the last time, but this hand cut off his reason.

The obscene fragrance did affect him, but the magic fruit also conveyed nostalgia and longing. In the final analysis, many of his emotions were empathetic because of the magic fruit, and it was Mo Xianfan who felt the emotions conveyed by Shen Yuanyu.

He completely felt the deep and forbearing love.

Uncontrollable emotions spread in his heart, and his already contradictory guesses made him even more confused.

Such empathy, why can such a magic fruit give him so many feelings? Is this really just an ordinary magic fruit?Then who is he, he can't see anything more from this fragment.

"...Okay, I don't want it anymore."

Shen Yuanyu sat up slowly, and with a wave of her clean hand, all the red candles in the cave were lit, illuminating the cave like a palace again.

The red quilt had already been wrinkled, and there were even some dark marks.

Mo Nianhuan stared blankly at the red curtain above his head, breathing gently, bold, really bold.

——Master, the 'sorrow' in your seven souls seems to have returned, do you feel it?

'Sorrow' returns?what does it look like?

— you cried.

cry?

It really seemed to be crying, but why was he so sad, was it because of the original owner or the magic fruit.

So what will he become after his seven souls return?

——Don't worry too much, you are still you, and we will help you find yourself later.

"I'll carry you back in a while." Shen Yuanyu slowly wiped the wet hand clean with a handkerchief, then leaned over and brushed Mo Nianhuan's sweat-soaked temple hair with his hand, and wiped the moisture from the corners of Mo Nianhuan's eyes along the way. : "Feel better now?"

He felt for Mo Nianhuan's pulse, just when he thought that Mo Nianhuan should alleviate the influence of the obscene fragrance, but when he felt the pulse, his expression suddenly sank.

Why is the magic fruit devouring Mo Nianhuan's essence? !

"It's better." After Mo Nianhuan came over slowly, he pulled off the clothes on the side and put them on. When he was putting on, he felt Shen Yuanyu's gaze fell on him, and subconsciously turned his face away and coughed: "I will understand in the future." Master, you don’t have to do it yourself, it won’t affect you well.”

After speaking, he saw that Shen Yuanyu was still looking at him motionless, and his body was chilly, so he quickly tied the belt on the side, in a hurry.

I was afraid that he would be punished by the magic fruit.

Anyway, now he has understood that Mo Xianfan must be able to feel his emotional changes, and even affect his judgment in the body. This magic fruit transformed by Mo Xianfan's blood essence is the beginning of changing the original owner.

Without this magic fruit, the original owner would only be a weak waste that can only look at.

And this magic fruit must be jealous of him being close to Shen Yuanyu now.

Then he has to quickly distance himself from Shen Yuanyu, don't be misunderstood, and let Shen Yuanyu pay attention not to treat him as a so-called double, at worst, he can just find Mo Xianfan back.

"Still so careless."

Mo Nianhuan was fiddling with how to wear the belt, but was held down by Shen Yuanyu's hand, his body froze when he felt Shen Yuanyu's arms around his waist, and the uncontrollable emotions spreading in his heart made him dazed.

...Why did he have to get so close to him again? He finally calmed down.

"This is how the belt should be tied."

He looked down at Shen Yuanyu's slender jade-like fingers running on the belt, and they were so gentle and meticulous, but he shouldn't treat him like this, it should be like Wan Qi and the others.

Therefore, we should keep the master's aloofness and alienation, and not let him have any chance to have unreasonable thoughts.

His eyes fell uncontrollably on the place where Shen Yuanyu's neck was bitten by himself, recalling the fishy sweetness he had tasted, subconsciously swallowed, and asked why he was so greedy for Shen Yuanyu's blood?

"Master, don't be so nice to me, Mo Xianfan will be jealous."

Shen Yuanyu: "..."

"Immortal Lord Qingyuan."

A clear voice came from outside the red tent, Shen Yuanyu helped Mo Nianhuan put on his clothes, making sure that nothing was exposed, raised his hand slightly, and the red tent was lifted.

The figure of the monk came into view.

Mo Nianhuan was shocked when he saw the monk appearing in front of him intact: "You...haven't you been eaten?"

The monk smiled and shook his head: "The poor monk is fine, and the benefactor is worried. Immortal Qingyuan, you have already obtained the fragment of the black lotus."

Mo Nianhuan was shocked, isn't it, the fragment of the Mieshi Black Lotus is in Shen Yuanyu's hands? ?Oh, then how will he get it back? If Shen Yuanyu asks him what he's doing here, he can't tell the real reason, right?

"Well." Shen Yuanyu was not surprised that the monk knew his identity.

"I know that the two of you are kind-hearted and want to deal with the matter of Nuwa Temple this time, and feel that Ming Ling is heinous and wants to execute him, but he is doing it for me." The monk decided to confess, and he said softly: "I deserve to die, It’s just that Ming Ling wants me to survive, and wants to find a body for me so that my soul can be stored in a new body, killing and obtaining blood in such a cruel way is only for me to reshape my body, he is for me.”

"The poor monk once made a mistake, and now he is just a dying person. It really doesn't deserve Mingling's sins for me again and again."

Mo Nianhuan didn't expect to find a new story all of a sudden. It turned out that the snake was not for himself but for the monk. It seems that this is a relationship between a ladyboy.

It's just that Mingling sounds a bit miserable.

"I don't want him to go on like this anymore." The monk said: "He could have ascended to immortality, but he did such inhumane things for me. About Qingyuan Xianjun."

Shen Yuanyu frowned, obviously thinking about what the monk said.

The monk said again: "I know about Gui Zun's coming, and I also lied to him that he can have a lifetime marriage with Mo Xianfan, so he will replace Ming Ling to marry. I am giving Qingyuan Xianjun a chance , let you avenge the loss of your lover back then, I think the sword of Qingyuan Xianjun will not lose, after all, let you get the fragment of the world-destroying black lotus, and it did not fall into the hands of demons or ghosts."

"So what do you want to ask me for?" Shen Yuanyu asked, he didn't expect that it was the monk who attracted the Ghost Venerable, and the sword did not hurt.

The fragments of the world-destroying black lotus will awaken Mo Xianfan's bloodthirsty violence. If he is used by demons and ghosts, the world will inevitably be in chaos.

"I know that the people of Xianmen will never allow monsters to make troubles. Naturally, I don't want to see Mingling work so hard for me, who shouldn't live. As long as Qingyuan Xianjun is willing to lend me something, I can tell the two How to resolve your marriage calamity."

Mo Nianhuan: "?"

Don't, it would be bad if Mo Xianfan misunderstood it later!

How could he and Shen Yuanyu be married!

The monk slightly turned his head and looked at Ming Ling who was hiding not far away, with a struggling look in his eyes, and finally swallowed up all his emotions with all his heart, leaving only decisiveness:

"I heard that the moon of Qingyuan Xianjun will see blood when it comes out of its sheath. It can cut through the sky and cut the moon, and can pierce gods and monsters with a sword that has been cultivated for tens of thousands of years. So the poor monk wants to use the moon of Qingyuan Xianjun. , Let me kill Ming Ling with my own hands, completely cut off his desire to bring me back to life again."