[Comprehensive] Stealing the Halo of the Protagonist

Mo Qi lifted the long sword and was about to go out to check the situation when suddenly a group of people broke in through the door, all dressed in black clothes.

"Catch them alive!" the masked leader muffled, his blood-red eyes fixed on Mo Qi.

Mo Qi naturally wouldn't be caught without a fight, he drew his sword and stabbed back the demon cultivators who were approaching, and then turned around to escape the attacks of the people behind him. After dozens of rounds, those people couldn't get close to him.

"Trash!" The masked man who was waiting at the side became a little impatient, he took out a long red whip from his arms, and quickly swung it at Mo Qi.

Mo Qi dodged the long whip, but did not escape the evil spirit on the whip. He snorted and wiped his backhand, feeling the warm liquid on his fingers, and the evil spirit actually caused a long wound on his back.

"See where you are going to escape!" The masked man said triumphantly, and swung his long whip again to wrap it around Mo Qi's neck. Mo Qi bent over and wanted to retreat, but Moxiu behind him took the opportunity to snatch the long sword in his hand, and Surround him.

With a long whip in front and an enemy on his back, in this situation, he has no way to retreat.Watching the long whip swinging helplessly, Mo Qi could only raise his hand to cover his head.Just when he had given up struggling, the long whip suddenly snapped in two, and the end of the whip scratched Mo Qi's cheek and fell to the ground, leaving only a faint red mark.

"Who is it!!" The masked man roared anxiously, his blood-red eyes were full of hostility, he scanned the quiet room, but found nothing unusual.

"My lord, that Daoist has escaped!"

The masked man hurriedly turned his head, but as expected, Mo Qi was no longer there.

"Damn it!" the masked man said harshly.

"My lord, anyway, we only need to catch 99 people back, why bother with this one?" one of the demon cultivators said.

"What do you know!?" The masked man glared at him without further explanation, and after looking at the room unwillingly, he led them outside.

At this moment, on a big tree in the small courtyard, Mo Qi couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief after seeing the person leave, and then thanked the young man who was still hugging him behind him, "Thank you fellow daoist for your help."

The young man didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly with a pair of ruthless eyes.

Mo Qi smiled, and introduced herself: "I'm Jinxiu Zong Feng Qi, I don't know if you would like to be my friend."

Just now he was surrounded by demon cultivators in the house, and it was this young man who rescued him at the moment when everyone was not paying attention to him. His speed of movement really made Mo Qi feel ashamed, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed. The heart of making friends.

The young man didn't reply, he just withdrew his hand holding Mo Qi, and then jumped off the tree.

Now there are no demon cultivators in the small courtyard. Although there is a panic outside, Mo Qi has no intention of going out to rescue him. Now he is even more curious about the young man in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist, won't you go in and have a cup of tea with me?" Mo Qi jumped off the tree with him, and grabbed the young man who wanted to leave just in time.

The young man glanced back at him, and said indifferently, "You should go back and deal with your injuries instead of drinking tea with a stranger."

Mo Qi rolled her eyes and smiled, "The savior is not a stranger. If fellow Taoists are worried about my injury, why don't you leave after I treat the wound?"

The cold air around the young man grew stronger, he pushed away Mo Qi's hand that was holding him, and then walked into the house.

Mo Qi fell behind, looked at his back and laughed.

The room after a lot of fighting was naturally not very clean, but when Mo Qi entered, the wound medicine was already placed on the table, and there happened to be two intact stools beside the table, one of which was the young man who rescued Mo Qi. I don't know what I'm thinking about with my eyes closed.

Mo Qi didn't talk anymore, he was injured during the competition with Qiao Yi today, and just now he went through another outnumbered fight, not to mention physical and mental exhaustion, just the bleeding from the wound had already made his lips turn pale, his complexion pale as paper.

He looked at the wound medicines on the table, picked out a medicine bottle marked with its purpose, then took the blood tonic, and then treated the wound on his hand, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit difficult when he wanted to treat the wound on his back.

"I don't know if you can help me?" Mo Qi raised her head and asked with a pale face, just in time to bump into Ru Ye Feng Fu Jiang's eyes.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then the young man turned away expressionlessly.

"Fellow Daoist?" Mo Qi asked suspiciously.

"En." The young man stiffened for a moment, then stood up and walked to Mo Qi's side.

"Thank you." Mo Qi unbuttoned his coat, but when he hadn't unbuttoned his inner coat, his hands were suddenly held, and when he looked up, the young man standing behind him was staring at him with deep eyes.

"If the skin sticks to the fabric, it will hurt." The young man's voice was muffled.

Mo Qi smiled, "A man can always hold back the pain."

The young man stopped talking, and looked at him unblinkingly with dark eyes.

Mo Qi was stared at by this gaze for a long time, and finally compromised, "Then I will trouble you, Fellow Daoist."

The young man snorted nasally, took out a pair of small scissors from his storage ring, and gently helped Mo Qi cut off the fleshy inner garment.

After a "russling" sound of the fabric being cut, Mo Qi's back was exposed to the air, and he moved uncomfortably, before someone pinched his shoulder blades.

"Does it hurt?" There was no emotion in the young man's voice.

Mo Qi's wound stretched from the butterfly bone to the side of his waist, and the long line was full of bloody traces of turned skin and flesh, which contrasted horribly with the smooth and white skin.

Mo Qi shook his head, the loose long hair scratched the wound, and he couldn't help but gasped again.

The young man didn't say anything, but Mo Qi's ears became hot.

Ashamed, he silently spat at himself in the bottom of his heart, and then felt the long hair being grasped into the palm of his hand.

The young man tied his loose long hair with a light white headband, then pushed him in front of him, and only then began to treat the wound on his back.

Sitting on the stool, Mo Qi stared at the pattern of the hair band around the tip of her hair in a daze for a while, and then suddenly said: "Feng?"

The young man who was sprinkling the medicine for him was taken aback for a moment, and then continued his movements after a while.

"Who is Feng?"

The young man's voice still made Mo Qi unable to hear the emotional fluctuations. He looked at him quietly, and found that the young man was still expressionless. "This time I said it for sure, so don't be awkward with me."

The young man shattered the medicine bottle. He looked at Mo Qi, who was looking at him from the side, with a terrifying look in his eyes - "Who do you take me for?"

Mo Qi was taken aback, "Aren't you Feng?"

The young man became even more angry, he waved away the hand that was holding him, and then took his own sword and left the room at the same speed as he had saved Mo Qi just now.

In an instant, the young man disappeared from Mo Qi's sight.

"Ah, cut --" Mo Qi, whose back was not covered with a thread, sneezed. He touched his nose, a little confused about the situation.

Was that really not a seal just now?But why does he feel so similar to a person who looks so indifferent, if he is really a stranger, why should he be so kind to him?

The doubts in Mo Qi's mind followed one after another.

Shaking his head, he still decided to change his clothes before thinking about it. Just as he took off his underwear that had turned into strips, another person broke into his room.

"Feng Qi, are you okay?" The visitor came in a panic, the crane cloak was torn in several places, and there were a few drops of blood on the sleeves, looking embarrassed and in a hurry.

Mo Qi, who was naked to the waist, looked at him in confusion.

Qiao Yi held the fly whisk and stood there, "Feng...Feng Qi..."

Mo Qi moved her lips, looking at the already dumbfounded Qiao Yi, she didn't know what to say.

"What's up?

"Junior Brother!" After going out, Fen Chi, who heard that there was a problem with the whole sect grand competition, rushed back.

Fen Po looked at a strange man staring at his naked upper body junior with a "sexy" look, and instantly blew up--

"Ah! What did you do to my junior brother!"

Mo Qi: "..."

Dumbfounded, Qiao Yi turned around in a daze, just in time to meet a fierce slap from Fen Pod.

"Snapped!"

Qiao was also stunned by the beating, covering his face and looking at Fen Pod inexplicably: "Why did you hit me!?"

"Pervert! If I don't slap you to death today, I won't be called Burning Pod!" The woman in pink went up with her fists clenched and beat her violently. In desperation, the two fought hand to hand like ordinary people.

"Senior sister, you misunderstood..." Mo Qi said silently after putting on her clothes.

The beating just now by the senior sister can be regarded as a breath of anger for the martial arts competition he lost today.

"What did I misunderstand? As soon as I came in, I saw this bastard staring lewdly at you without clothes. If it's not a pervert, what is it?" Fen Po gritted his teeth and waved his fist, speaking extremely fast and resentfully said: "I'm raising you Senior Sister hates her for being ruined by just one person like this!"

"I... I'm not lewd!" Qiao Yi retorted weakly, facing Fen Po who was somewhat wronged, he didn't try his best to resist her violent beating.

"Bah, you won't admit it after reading it!"

"Senior Sister--" Mo Qi rushed up to grab the unilaterally abused Fen Po, "Qiao Yi really didn't do it on purpose, I happened to be changing clothes when he came in."

"Qiao Yi?" Fen Pok's furious momentum eased, she sized Qiao Yi carefully from top to bottom, head to toe, and then turned back to Mo Qi to ask, "Is he Qiao Yi? "

Mo Qi nodded.

"..." Fen Po had no intention of doing anything, but his expression was still a bit grim, "It seems that Shang Qingzong is not all good people."

Qiao Yi was furious, "My Shangqing sect is a well-known and authentic Taoist sect!"

"Humph."

Mo Qi patted Fen Po's back, then asked Qiao Yi at the right time: "What did you come to see me for?"

Qiao also met Mo Qi's eyes, and her cheeks turned red, "Just now the demon cultivator messed up the whole sect Dabi, I'm a little worried about you."

Mo Qi smiled, "Thank you, I wonder if it's okay outside?"

"Under the leadership of the owner of the Tianji Pavilion, the situation has been brought under control. I will come to see you as soon as I have time. Fortunately, you are fine." Qiao also doesn't know why he cares so much about a defeated general under his command, maybe because of that battle. It's a pity to win the unscrupulous competition, or maybe it's sympathy for the opponent who suffered such remarks.

Mo Qi smiled and nodded, after all, she didn't say anything about her being attacked.

And Fen Po, who had been paying attention to the eye contact between the two, also participated in the conversation with a smile, "Now that I have said this, I have to thank this little junior brother."

Qiao was also intimidated by Fen Po's aura just now, and quickly said: "Don't dare."

Fen Po asked again with a gentle attitude: "I heard that you won Qi'er in today's contest?"

Qiao also nodded, and said sternly: "Today's victory depends entirely on chance. Fellow Daoist Feng Qi's strength is comparable to mine."

Fenzhu rolled his eyes, and then said slyly: "I wonder if Junior Brother Qiao Yi has heard of a tradition of my Jinxiu Sect?"

"What tradition?" Qiao also asked.

Mo Qi also looked at her senior sister curiously.

Fen Po smiled and turned a pair of fox eyes, "My Jinxiu Sect disciples who are seen by others and are inferior in strength must form a Taoist partner with that person. I don't know if you know that?"

"Sister!"

"Ah?" Mo Qi and Qiao Yi both exclaimed.

Fen Po glared at Mo Qi intimidatingly, and then continued to say to Qiao Yi with a smile: "Today you not only beat my junior brother in the big competition, but also saw my junior brother's body by coincidence, so I dare to ask, you Are you willing to form a Taoist companion with my junior brother?"

Qiao Yi was completely dumbfounded, he turned his eyes to look at Mo Qi who was holding his forehead in pain, his eyes seemed to be fixed on Mo Qi.

"Senior sister, don't talk nonsense, when did the teacher have this tradition?"

Fen Chi gave Mo Qi a white look, "Before my Jin Xiuzong recruited male disciples, I did have this tradition, and I believe Master doesn't want to abolish it for the time being." At least until her junior brother finds a Taoist companion.

Mo Qi sighed helplessly, and walked towards Qiao Yi who had been staring at him, "Don't take it seriously, fellow daoist, what happened today was purely a coincidence. Thank you for your concern today, and we will meet again someday." After finishing speaking, he gestured To push the dumbfounded Qiao Yi out.

Just as he was about to go out, Qiao also came back to his senses. He grabbed Mo Qi's hand suddenly, then looked at Mo Qi sincerely and said, "Feng Qi, let me go back and discuss it with Master."

Mo Qi was silent for a while, feeling a bad premonition in her heart.

"I...I am happy with you." After Qiao Yi finished speaking, he turned and ran away, looking a bit like running away.

"..."

"Hahahahahaha!" Senior Sister burst into laughter, "Junior Brother, look at his appearance, he is really a pure and innocent young man!"

Mo Qi was silent, feeling that the future was bleak.