The villain after passing through the book, he just wants to destroy the world

"Little uncle, your eyes..."

I don't know when, a touch of red appeared on the end of Shen Zhiwei's eyes, as if the red was carefully painted on with the finest rouge, and the sweat dripped down, making it even more rosy.

It was only after Mo Rubai took a closer look that it was not sweat but tears.

Shen Zhiwei, are you crying?

Mo Rubai felt a strange feeling in his heart, the aloof real Ling Zhi was crying in front of him.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

Holding a strange thought, Mo Rubai moved closer, looked at Shen Zhiwei's moist eyes, and found that they were already foggy.

It turned out that it wasn't crying, but it seemed to be stimulated by something.

Because Daoist Ling Zhi has no consciousness now.

Mo Rubai froze for a moment, could it be that A Ling really hurt the little uncle?

How can it be!

Before Mo Rubai could figure out why, Shen Zhiwei suddenly made a move.

He tightly grasped Mo Rubai's sleeve, got very close, and sniffed Mo Rubai's face desperately.

As soon as Mo Rubai lowered his head, he could see the big bare chest that was close at hand, belonging to a man.

"Little Martial Uncle," Mo Rubai's eyes wandered, not knowing where to look, "What are you doing here?"

After hearing these words, Shen Zhiwei's movements froze, and he stared blankly at Mo Rubai's mouth, the smell was so fragrant.

There was something in this man's mouth that he was looking for.

Shen Zhiwei's mind was turned into a muddy mess by the phantom flower poison, he just wanted to find what his body was longing for.

Cool, warm, and yang-like.

"Um--"

Mo Rubai looked at Shen Zhiwei in disbelief, his mouth was blocked by the lips of the little uncle, and his mind went blank for a moment.

But this man felt that it was not enough to block it, he had to pry it open, he had to wrap his tongue around it, and he had to roll everything in his mouth...

Mo Rubai let Shen Zhiwei move like a puppet, until the other party finished, tilted his head and closed his eyes, and passed out in his arms, Mo Rubai woke up with a start.

"Little uncle, wake up." After Mo Rubai said these six words dryly, he suddenly realized what happened just now.

He was kissed by Shen Zhiwei, Ling Zhiren, and his little uncle.

Mo Rubai's mind is still in a daze. What happened just now is beyond his cognition. He has never been so close to anyone before, and this is the first time with his uncle, his elder.

Looking at the pale lips of the man in his arms, the ink was like a white ghost, and he stretched out his hand to touch it lightly. It was soft, but too thin, which seemed a little cold.

The warm and moist touch was still on the lips, Mo Rubai couldn't help but licked his lips, no wonder those folk tales like to write about lovers kissing me so much, it turned out that this feeling is quite comfortable.

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Headache, dizziness, and spiritual energy seemed to be flowing backwards. Suddenly, a gentle air flow slowly spread through the limbs and bones. Shen Zhiwei couldn't help but groaned before falling into a deep sleep.

When she woke up again, Shen Zhiwei felt that something was wrong, this feeling...

When Shen Zhiwei opened his eyes, he saw Mo Rubai at a glance.

This is him, sleeping on Mo Rubai's lap?

This scene was too weird, Shen Zhiwei wanted to get up, but when he moved, he felt dizzy.

"Little uncle, are you okay?" Mo Rubai looked at Shen Zhiwei with a blushing face, "You, do you still remember what you did just now?"

Shen Zhiwei: "..."

He naturally remembered it, even if his mind was confused, he still remembered that he was hungry and devoured Mo Rubai's mouth like a mad dog just now, as if he wanted to bite it off.

"I was poisoned just now," Shen Zhiwei reluctantly explained, "you must use your yang energy to detoxify."

The blush on Mo Rubai's face disappeared, "Why do I need my yang energy?"

"Soul flower can detoxify," Shen Zhiwei said slowly, raising his hand and rubbing his temples, "Your master and I fed you the soul flower at the beginning, just because we were afraid that you would encounter these flowers in the secret realm." .”

Mo Rubai's face changed slightly, "What do you mean?"

Shen Zhiwei's face was difficult to understand, "If your master and I gave you the soul flower on purpose, you will be criticized, so you can only do this, and others will only think that I am unkind and framed you, but Never thought you ate this thing."

Mo Rubai digested this passage with difficulty, what kind of joke is this?Daoist Ling Zhi admitted to framing himself, but he used this excuse?

Is this true, or is it false?If it's fake, the little martial uncle is really detoxified now; if it's true, why does the little martial uncle have to do it so complicated?

"This is for you." Shen Zhiwei felt that his head was not hurting so much, he struggled to get away from Mo Rubai's lap, and sat up, "Only if you can accept what ordinary people can't bear, you can achieve great things. And, you are right I'm disrespectful, what's wrong with me punishing you?"

Mo Rubai was directly persuaded by the last sentence, this is the style of a little uncle.

【You really think so? ] Sanba was shocked, 【I can't see it at all. 】

[Of course it's false,] Shen Zhiwei rolled his eyes, [I'm just happy to say that. 】

Sanba was silent for a moment before saying, 【The crisis of those two elders is basically resolved, because two other people died instead of them. 】

Shen Zhiwei's face darkened, 【Yes, A Ling and the others? 】

[Yes, it's really cheap for them. 】

[Can life be exchanged like this?If I had known...]

[What did you know earlier? 】Sanba snorted coldly, 【Exchanging the humble lives of two outer disciples for two elders, the Sky Sect earned a profit. 】

Shen Zhiwei just felt panicked in his heart, is such an exchange really worth it?

【how? ] Sanba asked curiously, 【Are you so kind?What's the point of a mere life? 】

"Uncle, what are we going to do now?"

Mo Rubai spoke suddenly, interrupting his conversation with Sanba.

Shen Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, "Do what you should do, and I will stay here and take care of the aftermath."

A Ling's body turned into blood in such a short period of time, leaving no bones left.

"She's only ten years old," Shen Zhiwei sighed softly, "she's still a little girl."

Is the little uncle pitying A Ling?

"Life and death have a destiny. Cultivating immortals is to change one's destiny against the heavens and fight for a chance with the heavens and the earth. If you don't have that destiny, you can only accept it."

Shen Zhiwei was taken aback for a moment, was he being comforted by Mo Rubai?

"Then, I'll go first?" Mo Rubai turned his head and glanced at the phantom flowers all over the ground. The clusters were blooming beautifully, but there seemed to be something wrong with their root system...

"Little Martial Uncle," Mo Rubai said in a deep voice, "There is something under these flowers!"