After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

The tyrannical sword energy of the Zhuolang Sword pierced through the shoulder blade of the Squirrel Demon like tofu. Amidst its shrill screams, gusts of wind were blown up, and Zhou Changming, who had fallen to the side, was thrown to his back.

The air wave also lifted his black hair that covered his face, and his entire face was exposed in front of Lin Chushu without any concealment.

Zhou Changming's eyebrows and eyes belong to the coquettish and charming mirage clan, which are far more delicate and flamboyant than ordinary humans.

The moment it came into Lin Chushu's eyes, it quietly overlapped with the face he had depicted thousands of times in his dreams.

But he clearly knew that the person under the sword was just a mirage.

It is a demagogic monster that all the human and demon races flock to.

How could it have anything to do with him... with them?

The deadly ultimate move was only a short distance away from that person, and at the moment of life and death, his heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.

In an instant, the action was faster than consciousness, and the Zhuolang sword was forcibly recalled, and the true energy used immediately returned to him doubled.

It was like being hit by a heavy hammer in the chest, and the severe pain spread rapidly. Lin Chushu choked out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his complexion was even paler than that of the seriously injured squirrel demon.

The other monks who followed him to the auction site also came to the vicinity at this time, doing tricks one after another to trap the scattered demons.

One of the young disciples wearing a light-yellow Taoist robe saw that something was wrong from a distance, and hurried up:

"Master! You, how are you doing?"

He was terrified by the blood splashed on Lin Chushu's front, and hurriedly sacrificed his Lingwuqi jade staff.

This wooden stick was about three feet long, and surging water-type spiritual power gushed out from the sapphire on the top of the stick, and poured it into Lin Chushu's body continuously.

The water spirit root determines that he cannot have an outstanding attack power, but it is very suitable for practicing medicine.

Soon, Lin Chushu felt that the spiritual power rushing around in the dantian eased slightly, and the colic in the meridians also relieved a lot.

"Sheng Miao," he nodded, raised his hand to stop the disciple's movement,

"The ghost city headquarters needs the magic heart stones of each branch to provide energy. The most urgent task is to destroy the magic heart stones in the auction house and rescue the human monks trapped in it."

"But Master, your injury..."

The person who came was his first apprentice, Qiu Shengmiao. As a medical practitioner, he could naturally feel how chaotic Lin Chushu's internal energy had become.

30 years ago, Shuangyun's ancient sword was damaged, and Lin Chushu also suffered from the root of the disease of unstable Taoism. Whenever the spiritual power is consumed too much, or is strongly stimulated, it will be triggered.

If you do not conduct timely counseling, it is very likely to go crazy.

What's more, not only is his master a master who is willing to fight for his life, but so is his junior brother.

If he hadn't cultivated some medical skills by his side, I'm afraid that the whole family of the teacher would have been in danger.

Lin Chushu saw Qiu Shengmiao's worry in his eyes, but didn't say anything more.

On the contrary, seeing his pale face, the dying squirrel demon still persuaded him:

"Xianzun, this mirage is good for healing your injuries, why don't you..."

Before it finished speaking, its throat was pierced by the Zhuolang sword, and it twitched a few times on the spot before losing its life.

Lin Chushu withdrew his sword, only to see that the edge of Zhuolang's sword was still sharp and clean, without any filthy demon blood.

Qiu Shengmiao shrank her neck.

Even though it was their mission goal to wipe out all the mutant demons in the ghost city, seeing such a bloody scene with his own eyes, he would still instinctively feel physically uncomfortable.

What's more, if the rat demon just now hadn't lied...

He couldn't figure out what Lin Chushu was thinking, so he could only turn his eyes to the nearby monks for help.

"Since this mirage is an auction item in the ghost market, it must be useful for the investigation of Mo Xingsi,"

The monk nodded at him, "We might as well take it away first, and then hand it over to the chief."

"That's fine." Qiu Shengmiao glanced at Lin Chushu's reaction, and seeing that he didn't approve or object, he leaned over and hugged Zhou Changming.

The sweet aura that belonged to the mirage at the mature stage hit his nostrils in an instant, and only for a moment, it disturbed his mind slightly.

The mirage is indeed like the classics said, it is an extremely fragile and extremely dangerous creature, even if it has no combat power, it is enough to charm people's hearts.

He hurriedly recited the heart-cleaning mantra silently several times, and waited until his emotions calmed down, and then swept away with his true energy.

After Qiu Shengli left, Lin Chushu couldn't help but grunted, and clenched the handle of Zhuolang Sword tightly.

Ever since he witnessed that face with his own eyes, the past images kept flashing back in his mind.

Sometimes it is a quiet mountain village with distant cock crowing, sometimes it is a mountain sword sect competing with heroes, and sometimes it is a battlefield where immortals and demons fight fiercely.

There, there was always a person who stood in front of him desperately, and then died tragically.

The only ray of light mixed in the endless darkness is redemption and poison.

Every time I think about it, another crack will be added to the cracked ice sheet, making the scorching magma below more restless and churning.

The sharp pain like a knife spread from the lungs to the fingertips again, which was a warning of madness.

His black eyebrows were tightly frowned, and there was a clear bluish white between the knuckles holding the sword.

……

A slight sound came from his ears, and his consciousness gradually returned. Zhou Changming's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly woke up.

He tried to move his hands and feet, and found himself lying on a bed.Although the iron chains binding his hands and feet were gone, his whole body was still as heavy as lead.

Fortunately, the foul smell of monsters has basically dissipated, and now the nose is full of fresh sandalwood.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, leaning on the edge of the bed and trying to sit up.

"Are you awake?" Someone heard the sound of him getting up and leaned forward,

"how do you feel?"

"Thanks, I'm fine,"

Zhou Changming smiled wryly, realizing that the mature mirage was delicate and weak, and his weakness might last for a while, "I don't know where this is, sir?"

After the system crashed, he couldn't find anything other than his personal information, and he could only turn to other npcs for clues about locations and missions.

Standing in front of him was a young man in a yellow shirt, with clear eyebrows and fair skin.He didn't see anything unusual at first glance, but this time he looked carefully, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

The openness between the young man's brows seems to resemble someone...

who can that be?

"I am the head of the Mo Xing Department of Chaoyinge, Qiu Shengmiao, the first disciple of Immortal Jiangyue, and it was Mo Xing Si who saved you in the auction house before."

The young man unabashedly reported his way.

After all, in his eyes, Zhou Changming is just a weak mirage who cannot take care of himself.

Not to mention facing himself, even an ordinary adult man is not a threat at all.

Zhou Changming nodded. Right now he is under the control of others and has no fighting power. The only chance of life is in this little disciple in front of him.

The person in front of the left and right is just a game npc, and there is no psychological burden to coax them.

"I probably bumped my head before being sent to the auction house. I don't remember anything now. Can you tell me where this is and what should I do next?"

While he was talking pitifully, he observed Qiu Shengmiao's reaction, and quickly made calculations in his mind.

On the opposite side, Qiu Shengmiao pursed her lips, thinking of the situation Zhou Changming might face, she couldn't help feeling pity.

When Lin Chushu destroyed the Demon Heart Stone earlier, he suffered backlash due to his unstable spiritual power. He is currently practicing kung fu to heal his injuries, which is the time when he needs the nourishment of the elixir.

Although the mirage is extremely attractive, Lin Chushu has always been determined and ruthless.

It is impossible to be infested by a mere monster.

Therefore, the remaining disciples in charge of the Mo Xing Division unanimously decided to present Zhou Changming as the furnace.

Although this decision seemed somewhat arbitrary to him, it was important for Lin Chushu to heal his injuries, and he could only inform Zhou Changming before he was escorted.

"You are a mirage, the best cauldron for monks to absorb spiritual power and recover from injuries," he frowned as he considered his words,

"Master was injured in the auction house, so it can be regarded as saving your life, and in return...isn't it too much?"

"what?!"

Zhou Changming's complexion instantly turned gray.

Anyway, he has been in the game for so long, so he naturally knows the fate of being someone else's furnace.

Either he was sucked into a human body with no bones left, or his extreme dual cultivation and integrity were completely destroyed.

But having said that, if he really made a stove, he would be considered as dedicating himself to Lin Chushu... right?

I just don't know if it can have the same effect as resisting the catastrophe?

Zhou Changming secretly calculated.

Since Qiu Shengmiao seems to be a young monk with no experience in the world, and definitely not a veteran of the Fengyue field, he probably doesn't know what the specific purpose of the furnace is.

What's more, he can still make a special trip to tell himself, just afraid that he will be somewhat silly and sweet.

Zhou Changming blinked and made up his mind.

He immediately turned his back on the show, and without even pulling up his clothes, he knelt down in front of Qiu Shengmiao with tears in his eyes:

"I beg the righteous man to spare my life!"

"What are you doing? Get up!"

Qiu Shengmiao was terrified by his sudden kneeling, and hurriedly reached out to help her up.

Zhou Changming followed the trend and raised his head. Just a few seconds was enough for him to force out tears:

"You don't know, once our Phantom Clan becomes someone else's cauldron, there will only be an end of ashes and smoke, and we will never be reborn forever."

"What?" Qiu Shengmiao obviously just realized the seriousness of the matter, her small face suddenly turned pale.

Punishment of criminals is naturally the responsibility of Mo Xingsi, but this mirage was forced to get involved in the dispute.

They claim to be famous and decent...

How can it easily take the lives of innocent victims?

From the corner of the eye, he saw Qiu Shengmiao's face turning blue and then pale, Zhou Changming knew that he had been touched, so he simply rushed forward and grabbed his sleeve, his words choked:

"Mirage is born to be contemptible. You can tell me that it is pity. I don't dare to ask you to intercede with the immortal. I only hope that you can try to help me and let me fend for myself."

"I...do what I can." Qiu Shengmiao frowned slightly, and said softly,

"What do you want me to do?"

"I was born as a mirage, and I have always been the target of bullying. I heard that monks of the human race can become very powerful after practicing spiritual power, and I have always yearned for it."

Zhou Changming smiled softly and stubbornly, as if anyone could humiliate him, but no one could shake him:

"Can you let me also feel what spiritual power is?"

………………

After destroying the ghost city stronghold, everyone in Mo Xingsi temporarily settled down in a nearby building to rest.

In a wing room, Lin Chushu was reclining on the couch, looking at the fragments of the Demon Heart Stone in his palm.

It was a purple-black spar the size of a fingernail. There were a large number of thin golden threads swimming in the transparent material, constantly releasing energy to the surrounding area.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, stretched out his fingers, and slowly touched the edge of the spar.

A strange phenomenon happened at this moment. The moment Xiujie's fingertips touched the magic heart stone, its hard outer wall immediately began to melt like ice and snow when it was heated.

The powerful energy contained in it that can infect the demons also curled up at the same time, as if they were extremely afraid of his breath.

The reason why Chaoyin Pavilion sent Mo Xingsi to Chaoyin Pavilion was because of Mingyufang's request for help.

Although it is located in the demon world, it is actually a place where the material circulation and information of the three races of humans, demons, and spirits meet, and it can be said to be the key to maintaining peace in the three worlds.

Mingyufang has formulated iron rules for all kinds of transactions in the Three Realms, which have been strictly followed since its establishment.

Recently, however, demons have blatantly established many ghost markets, not only violating the rules of trading, but even directly using living beings as objects of sale.

What's even more weird is that the demons that dominate the ghost market are all low-level demons such as rat demons and insect demons.

With their innate aptitude, it is impossible to cultivate spiritual wisdom at all, and it is even more impossible to operate such a large-scale underground auction house.

After receiving the request from Mingyufang, Chaoyin Pavilion immediately convened a meeting of elders and dispatched Mo Xingsi to the Demon Realm to investigate the details of the ghost market.

It is now the third month of their campaign against the demon world. In the process of eradicating the stronghold of the ghost city, they discovered that a strange spar called the "Magic Heart Stone" by the low-level demons was the one that unlocked their wisdom. The essential.

This kind of spar appeared out of thin air recently. No one can tell where it came from. The only thing that has been confirmed is that it can greatly improve the intelligence and magic energy of low-level demons, and make relatively powerful high-level demons Produce rage, bloodthirsty and other symptoms.

As for whether the magic heart stone will have an impact on the human race and the spirit race, it is still unknown.

There was a dull pain in his heart, and Lin Chushu raised his hand to press his chest, a slight pain appeared in his cold eyes.

Just at this time, there was a sound outside the door, someone lifted the curtain and walked in carrying a soft couch.

A person was quietly sleeping on the couch. The translucent red gauze dress covered most of his body, revealing a crystal clear and fair skin, so soft that water could be squeezed out.

The thick black hair covered the face, scattered along the shoulders and neck, with a faint dark blue at the end of the hair, like a vast sea of ​​stars spreading, beautiful and glamorous.

"My lord, my subordinates have brought the furnace."

The visitor looks respectful:

"We have disposed of it properly, please enjoy it with peace of mind."

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