[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

It was already two and a half months after I taught Mo Bai a lot of things and understood the law of Mo Bai's body changes.

If he is not harmed by the outside world and replenishes his body with energy in time—that is, if he eats enough food—every 28 days, Mo Bai will gradually condense into a piece of ice from the moment when the sun is at its highest at noon.

This process is extremely painful, but if enough heat is given around the body before the ice melts, the pain can be greatly reduced.However, because of the previous accident, Mo didn't dare to use the power of nothingness anymore, and could only use ordinary human methods to start a fire with wood.

This is not an easy task for Mo, but what is strange is that Mo Bai did it well after only reading it once.

It's just that Mo couldn't bear to see Mo Bai's abnormally pale fingers turn black.

This person should be pure and flawless, worshiped and loved, how can he be allowed to do this?

So in the eighth day of No.20, Mo started the fire before dawn.

His movements are clumsy and he can't control the wind, so he always gets dirty.Until one time he went to a human market to buy food seasonings, but on the way back, he met a group of people who set a trap and tried to kill him.

He picked out a wind rhinoceros fan from the scattered seven or eight spiritual artifacts.The formation in this thing is operated by spiritual power in the hands of a monk. If it is used well, it can even roll up a mountain, but in the hands of Mo... it is completely reduced to a kitchen utensil.

Although in Mo's opinion, the lines of the formation above are not smooth enough, but anyway, at least when it fires, the wind output is perfect, and it won't make people feel ashamed, so it's not bad.

But what Mo didn't expect was that this fan almost killed Mo Bai.

According to the rules among monks, it is not moral to have more than one enemy, so even if he was killed in reverse, or even took away all the spiritual weapons and magic weapons in his body, it would be his own fault.After all, who made them feel wronged first.

But when this truth came to Mo, it changed completely.

There is no end to hatred.

That fan was the natal artifact of a young man who looked like a scholar, and the faint wisp of spiritual consciousness stuck to it did not disappear even after the death of the owner.The young man's teacher found Mo's residence following the imprint of the soul-guiding lamp. At that time, Mo happened to go to the depths of the forest to catch birds and animals, leaving Mo Bai alone.

Not to mention human monks, even the gods in the realm of the gods, no one can match the appearance of the divine master, so when everyone saw Mo Bai, they couldn't help but sigh at the appearance of that man.

At first, a few people thought that Mo Bai was a beauty snatched by the demon, but when they knew Mo Bai's name and heard his rebuttal and abuse of the demon Mo Lian, they all realized that this stunning beauty was an accomplice.

One of them was slick, and his mind was not right. He persuaded several companions to show mercy, and he only had to cripple the beauty's cultivation and destroy the foundation of her veins.

Although the sects of the so-called Taoist cultivators do not practice the art of acacia and tonic, there are still a few depraved people who enjoy carnal pleasures.Coincidentally, that man was the only son of an elder in the sect, and everyone had to sell his face.

It's just that they didn't expect that this so-called evil devil's accomplice had no spiritual power at all.

When Mo came back with a fat pheasant, he saw a human being cut Mo Bai's arm backwards, and a ray of fiery red spiritual power flowed out from his fingertips and was spreading along Mo Bai's veins.

Mo's rationality shattered in an instant, and only the painful expression on Mo Bai's face was in his eyes.

He killed again.But this method may not even bear the gods to look at it.

Just the right amount of green light surrounds the shattered bodies of several people, which allows them to maintain enough vitality so that they will not die immediately.

The yellow light blade cut the flesh, but because their whole body was covered with thin blue threads that went through every pore and embedded in the bones, so the pieces of flesh that should have fallen off were still attached to the torso, turning into a A horrible mouth.

At the same time, the crimson flame mixed with black aura burned the bones and dried up every ounce of spiritual power remaining in the veins of several people.The icy breath spread along the cracked lines of the bones, cold and hot, like being in hell.

And under Mo's subconscious control, without even realizing it, the time around them gradually slowed down, until it was completely still in the end.

They could not cry out, nor could they die.The physical and spiritual pain seemed endless and inescapable.They are like double-petaled flowers that are red like blood in the garden of evil gods, but the red is real blood, and the petals are the flesh of their open wounds.

Mo looked at them, he didn't feel satisfied, but he didn't think he had gone too far.

Suddenly, four pupils of different colors appeared in his black jade-like eyes, which were strange and strange.

yes......

This power should be like this, and he is the same. He was born to destroy and destroy. This world and everything should not exist!

A clear but piercing cry suddenly rang in Mo's ears, and Mo turned his head to look over, the joints of his body were like corroded iron, making creaking sounds.

A giant bird with pitch-black feathers and bright red beak was crawling, its turquoise eyes beggingly looked at Mo.And between the thick feathers on its belly and the mountain soil, a small piece of white clothing was exposed.

Mo seemed to be hit on the head by something suddenly, and those inexplicable thoughts disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the four pupils overlapped in pairs, returning to pure black again.

He staggered and ran over, the giant bird pecked his cheek lightly, turned into a gray fur ball, motionless.And lying in Mo's arms was a piece of ice.

Mo Bai almost died.

If Mo came back a little later, or woke up a second later, he would not be able to survive.But even so, the damage from that time could not be completely erased.

On Mo Bai's left hand, from the wrist to the elbow, there are a few red marks like winding tree roots, which are really an eyesore.

It reminded Mo all the time that he almost killed Mo Bai that day.

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No.20 Nine days, the afterglow of the setting sun shone in the mountains and forests, in the river, and on Mo Bai.

Mo was still in his arms, sleeping soundly.

Perhaps feeling that the people around him had become limp, Mo grabbed the hem of his clothes and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

Seeing how cute he looked, Mo Bai couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed Mo's forehead.

The gray fur ball was full of sleep, and ran towards this side bouncingly. After realizing that Mo Bai had recovered, he was about to sing loudly, but was stopped by a look.

It shook the fluff that was frightened and ran out of the door without stopping. When it saw a fat bamboo worm, it forgot everything and just buried its head in eating.

The orange-red sunlight gradually moved westward, and when it was about to fall on Mo's eyelids, a pale hand raised to block it.

The room was silent again.