They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

The Shura family searched the bone field for most of the day, but they didn't see a single figure. Instead, they were almost deceived by the bones piled up by some evil spirits and wild ghosts.

Just when they found it difficult to find, they found a palace. They thought it was the strange bone ecstasy incense from the bone land that made them hallucinate, but when they walked in, they found that it was not.

The stone pillars of the palace are engraved with the three characters Juanxiu, Sulan Palace.

"Patriarch, here is..."

The man called the patriarch looked at the magnificent palace in front of him, and he felt a strong ghostly atmosphere exuding inside, and there were no living people.Right here, his eyes suddenly darkened.

"There is magic energy!"

The clansmen behind all showed surprise expressions, what does it mean that there is devilish energy in the bone ground?

The head of the patriarch puffed up his chest, as if he had a plan in mind, he half-closed his eyes and then shouted into it with all his strength: "Where is Su Lan! Come out quickly, we Shura clan want to find someone for you! If you don't come out, we will destroy your life." Residence!"

"Who is so noisy in my Sulan Palace?"

At this moment, a gentle female voice came out, and the Shura clan saw a woman wearing a thin purple gauze dress come out, with a graceful figure, a beautiful appearance, and a charming smile.

This made many young men of the Asura clan who had never seen a beautiful woman stunned.

After all, the patriarch is a person who has seen the world. He has never dabbled in any beauties. The ghosts in this mere bone land are really not interesting. After all, they are ghosts. He went straight to the point:

"May I ask if it's Miss Su Lan?"

Su Lan pretended to be soft and soft, and she had a flowery smile at first, showing a scared expression as if she was frightened by them, and then looked at this group of strong Shura clan, if they could all be used by her, that would be great, now she I just hope Lord Mozun can help her:

"Why are you so rude, how can I, a weak woman, be intimidated by you like this, I don't want to say what I wanted to tell you now."

The patriarch is not a person who loves the fragrance and cherishes the jade, he opened his palm to Su Lan, and saw a cloud of dark purple magic fire jumping up in his palm: "I am not a gentleman, don't play this game with me, tell me, the demon king!" Is your lord's body in your palace!"

"Oh, I'm so scared." Seeing that this man wanted to do something to her without saying a word, Su Lan couldn't help but curse a few times in her heart, no wonder Master Mozun doesn't want these people anymore, one or two are all wood, look Even the beauty will not turn her head to cheat: "What good is it for you to kill me as a bone? You should understand how to weigh the answers you are looking for, right?"

The patriarch resolutely withdrew the magic fire, but he didn't show any good looks. He was not a patient person at all, but now the most urgent task is to get back the body of Lord Mozun. A wolf-hearted thing.

"We didn't mean to hurt you, we just wanted someone from you. It was the body of our Mozun Mo Xianfan. After the battle between immortals and demons, we heard that Mozun fled here, so we never met here again. tracked."

"Want someone from me?" Su Lan covered her mouth and laughed, her laughter was as sweet as a silver bell: "My lords really overestimated me, Su Lan, and I was just a weak girl from a good family. Hundreds of years have passed in this bone land, how can I know Lord Mozun? Not to mention wanting Lord Mozun from me, I can't bear the crime of hiding Lord Mozun."

The patriarch's face darkened when he didn't hear the answer he wanted. Are they going to continue searching?When will it go on like this?

The soul of their Lord Mozun is about to return, and the Four Realms have felt the movement, saying that no one is afraid of it, it is impossible, Mo Xianfan's existence is enough to shake the Four Realms, if not everyone is afraid of their Lord Demon, how can it be possible in the Three Realms The purpose of besieging and suppressing demon cultivators is to make the demons leaderless, disintegrate and weaken their power.

Now that the Demon Venerable is about to return to his throne, they must retrieve the Demon Venerable's body. This time, they must kill the Demon Venerable, so they must do so as soon as possible.

"However, it's not that I can't help you." Su Lan took out the Shelong Bell from her bosom: "Here, I think you should want this thing."

The patriarch's expression changed drastically when he saw the Shelongling in Su Lan's hand: "Shelongling? Why is the Shelongling in your hand?!"

These artifacts transformed by ancient monsters are extremely ferocious, if there is not something most sinister and evil attracting the Shelongling, it will never appear, that is to say, the body of Lord Mozun is likely to be in the Sulan Palace!

"I don't know why this thing slipped into Sulan Palace, and it's useless to me, so I'll leave it to you." Sulan threw the Shelongling to the patriarch: "If you really want me to take it with you." When you entered my Su Lan Palace, people from the Fenglin Shen family happened to be there, so maybe you can discuss your experience in finding someone."

After Su Lan finished speaking, she turned sideways and smiled to welcome them in: "All officials, please."

Wow, so many men, so many men, they really came here uninvited, so wonderful!

The patriarch only wanted to get back the body of Lord Mozun, but he didn't think there would be any signs of it, so he took the Shelongling and followed Su Lan into the Su Lan Palace.

The fragrance of women in Sulan Palace is overflowing, passing through the corridors, fascinating the Shura clan who have just stepped in for a long time, fascinated and intoxicated.

Su Lan had a panoramic view of all the men's expressions, and she could clearly see the greedy thoughts deep in her heart. She sneered in her heart, and sure enough, all the men were pissy, not lower-body animals. One or two seemed not close Female sex, it's not that Mihunxiang can't stand it and is fantasizing about having sex with her.

"Oh? You're here too?"

At this moment, a clear voice came, and everyone's dream was interrupted as if they were awakened, and they were interrupted before they were satisfied. Loss and anger were intertwined in their hearts, and they all looked in the direction of the voice. .

But when they saw who it was, their eyes began to blur again, but they were intoxicated by the ecstasy again, but in the dream, they changed to a man not far away.

In the pavilion in the back garden of Su Lan Palace, a man in a red brocade robe was sitting on a bench with one knee bent, his long hair neatly tied up with a white jade crown. , holding a red-faced black-bone fan lazily shaking, with a smile on his lips, his inadvertently restrained style seduces the uncertain soul of people.

Mo Nianhuan pretended to be unexpected, he put away his fan and walked towards the Shura clan: "Didn't you say that you are going to find your master? Why are you here?"

The patriarch of the Shura clan grabbed his hand as soon as he finished speaking, and he wanted to push it away in disgust.

"Why are you here?" A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the patriarch of the Shura clan, his reaction was different from the people next to him, more surprised and ecstatic: "Who brought you in?" ?”

Mo Nianhuan was stunned by the patriarch's reaction, why did he speak like the two of them knew each other very well.

Subconsciously avoiding the overly hot eyes of the patriarch, he could not help tightening his hand holding Guixu, no, he felt that this patriarch seemed a little different from what he had seen before, he was obviously an old man, but the look in his eyes today made him Feeling extra youthful.

There is also a subtle sense of familiarity.

Su Lan saw that this Shura clan was so bold to touch Lord Mozun, she couldn't help but mourn in silence, no wonder your master doesn't want you anymore, there is no such thing as a certainty.

His eyes fell on the overly beautiful face of Lord Mozun, and he felt a little bit disgusted, well, she is indeed ashamed of herself as a woman.

"You...do you still remember me?" The patriarch grabbed Mo Nianhuan's hand in front of him, his voice trembling, as if he was very nervous, his eyes did not move away from Mo Nianhuan, for fear that if he blinked again this time, he would be taken again. Gone.

Mo Nianhuan was a little confused: "Aren't you the patriarch of the Shura clan?"

Hearing this answer, the patriarch's eyes were a bit sad, but he quickly covered it up. He still held Mo Nianhuan's hand tightly and did not let go:

"I'm."

Mo Nianhuan was originally here to cooperate with Su Lan in arresting people, and wanted to take advantage of the fact that the Shura clan was poisoned by the ecstasy incense and then pack them all up and lock them up. Who knew that the patriarch seemed to be fine, and now he was still holding his hand and started chatting. What is the development?

Feeling the patriarch grabbing his hand harder and harder, he frowned in pain: "You hurt my hand."

Hearing this voice, the patriarch's fingertips trembled slightly, and he loosened his hold on Mo Nianhuan's hand a little. Sure enough, his wrist turned red from his grip. Why is it so fragile now:

"I don't worry about you being here alone, just follow me."

The eyes are fixed, not daring to relax, for fear of disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Mo Nianhuan: "..." No, this person probably didn't fall for the ecstasy, he glanced at Su Lan.

Su Lan immediately understood, it seemed that Lord Mozun wanted to talk to her former subordinates, she waved her sleeves to take away those men who were dazzled, and then left quickly.

Seeing Su Lan, Mo Nianhuan left without looking back: "?"

No, what about the good plan? Didn’t you say that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole follows?Isn't he the oriole that has now become a cicada?

"The man who was by your side before, don't follow him anymore. He is a member of the immortal sect. I'm afraid he doesn't have good intentions for you. He is using you." The patriarch looked serious: "I know what I'm saying now You may sound a little baffled, but I still want to tell you that I feel a very familiar aura from you, the aura of the Demon Lord."

There was a little surprise in Mo Nianhuan's eyes, huh?Does this patriarch have some skills, so that everyone can feel it?

He pretended to be shocked and took a step back: "...No, no, I'm Mo Nianhuan from the Fenglin Shen family, not some Demon Lord, don't get me wrong."

The patriarch saw Mo Nianhuan showing a panicked look, he said how could the Demon Lord he knew show such an expression, this is really...

Rare.

Mo Nianhuan watched the patriarch approaching step by step, he subconsciously backed away, his brows were frowned, he couldn't describe it in disgust, but he didn't see clearly the steps behind him, suddenly a sense of weightlessness hit him, and his eyes widened suddenly.

The patriarch quickly took a step forward and hugged the person by the waist into his arms. Tears welled up in his eyes when he felt the warmth of the person in his arms.

"You really can't remember me?"

Mo Nianhuan pushed the person away, keeping a distance from the patriarch vigilantly: "Well, we don't know each other well, so don't do anything that crosses the line, it won't affect you well."

The patriarch saw Mo Nianhuan immediately distanced himself from him, as if he hated him very much, and a hurt look appeared in his eyes: "...Master, have you forgotten me? I am Bai——"

"Who are you and why are you close to my husband?"

Just when Mo Nianhuan was wondering if this clansman was confused by the enchanting incense, he put his warm body on his back, and he was relieved when he smelled the familiar Lengxiang, but when he heard this familiar excuse, he turned his head Mou looked over.

Shen Yuanyu put on a mask, and even through the mask, he could feel the displeasure in his bones. He tightly held Mo Nianhuan's hand that had been touched just now, and rubbed his fingertips, as if he wanted to touch Mo Nianhuan's hand. The dirt is wiped clean.

Looking at the patriarch with cold eyes, he didn't hide his disgust at all: "What a dirty thing, dare to touch my people?"

Apart from anything else, flipping your hands is a gale.

The patriarch's eyes darkened, and he raised his arms to resist vigorously.

The icy-cold aura and evil spirit horrifyingly broke through the roof of the pavilion, smashing the tiles and scattering the powder.

Looking at each other, silence is not to be outdone.

Mo Nianhuan: "..."

Fighting at the slightest disagreement, everyone is so fierce.