Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Before he could speak halfway, he cut off A Xianjun Gu Yan, and his little uncle looked straight at him.

Zitao's throat tightened, and he couldn't make the latter sound no matter what.

His strangeness was noticed by his fellow disciples, who looked puzzled: "Yes? What is it?"

Zitao's posture was precarious, almost blushing.

Almost out of breath, the choking force in his throat suddenly disappeared.He coughed violently and squeezed out two tears.

Zitao shouted angrily, "It's shit!"

"that is!"

"How could there be two people? The innkeeper clearly said that only one guest was missing?!"

Moxiu laughed wildly and said, "Two people, isn't it just right? You give me the jade lotus, and I'll release one first; the other one will be released when I get to a safe place!"

"One or two of you, Xianxiu has the most eyes, I can't trust you!"

Now, all the disciples of the Xianmen are like ants stepping on the edge of a hot pot, afraid that if one of them fails to do a good job, innocent people will lose their lives for nothing.

Zitao controlled himself and didn't look in that direction.

In fact, his mind was blank and his fingers were trembling.

If it wasn't for protecting the face of his younger brother, he might have to kneel on the ground and hug his uncle's thigh, begging his uncle to crush that demon cultivator with one finger.

However, Master Uncle hinted to him just now, don't make a sound.

What are you covering up, or are you hinting at?

Zitao swallowed, and heard himself say: "Then, good. The jade lotus is here. After you take it away, release her immediately."

The disciple behind him called him anxiously: "Brother Zitao!"

What are you calling him doing so loudly!He's not deaf and can't hear!

However, there is no time to react now, so Zitao randomly pointed at a person and raised his voice: "You let him go first!!!"

He was referring to Cheng Yunzhi.

Cheng Yunzhi blinked, but he didn't expect him to point at himself.

Does he look more pleasing to young people?

He also winked at the opposite side, trying to make him understand what he meant.

Quick, change someone else, see the young man next to me, save him first.

Zitao saw it clearly.

Zi Taozhuang didn't see it.

His idea was very simple: rescue the people who are really in trouble first, and when the master uncle frees up his hands, the demon cultivator's nine lives are not enough to kill him.

Moxiu didn't see the twists and turns between them, but felt the changes in the expressions of the immortal disciples in front of him, from blue to purple to red, and he felt relieved and happy.

He had already started fantasizing about the happy life after getting the jade lotus, and laughed out loud.

Zitao gritted his teeth, and opened his palm despite the dissuasion of many immortal disciples behind him.

The jade lotus flower flew out of his hand and fell into Moxiu's hand. He grabbed it roughly, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it fiercely.

The Xianmen disciple showed a pained expression, feeling distressed that the expensive magic weapon should suffer such torture in the hands of Moxiu.

In the end, the jade lotus flower fell into Moxiu's mustard bag and was stuffed into his arms.

He seemed to do what he said, reaching out to untie the rope.

However, it was Gu Yan's rope that he untied!

This demon cultivator was extremely bold, and after letting go of Gu Yan's rope, he turned around abruptly and grabbed Cheng Yunzhi.

At that moment, the shrubs, long leaves, and countless slender branches were all intertwined in the sound of the wind, rubbing against each other at a high speed, making harsh forest sounds.

The handsome young man reeled from being dragged by him, and looked at him in bewilderment.

Moxiu shouted: "If you want this, I won't give you this! Let me tell you, if you have half a move before I leave,"

His expression was ruthless, his eyes turned red in an instant, "I'll break his neck—"

Moxiu only spoke half of what he said, without any further words.

With a puff, a sound came from his throat.

The long leaf that couldn't fall off finally broke away from the branch and wobbled down.

Gu Yan, who had been loosened from the rope, took a step forward, stepping on the immortal lock, with a calm expression.

The fragile expression that Cheng Yuzhi saw on his face before had disappeared without a trace.

Under the frozen time of everyone, he took a slow step and snapped off a long branch from the bush. He didn't have any spiritual power, and he didn't have any starting gestures, and he couldn't make a sound when piercing the air.

Then it pierced Moxiu's throat.

boom!

A huge amount of spiritual power exploded behind him!

Everyone present, except Cheng Yunzhi, closed their eyes and covered their ears in pain.

Flying sand and rocks, dust billowing into the sky.

The closest to him, Zitao, who had the highest cultivation level, was the most affected, his head was shaking and buzzing.

Cheng Yuzhi couldn't see Gu Yan who was blocked, he only heard a muffled sound, and there was an extra hole in the throat of the demon cultivator.

Then the loud noise exploded, and Moxiu looked blank.

Nothing could be seen from the front, and when he fell down in a daze, Cheng Yuzhi gasped.

The back of the demon cultivator's head has been blown out!

This requires such a huge amount of spiritual power, as well as the insatiable anger of the doer.

Cheng Yunzhi's mind went blank for a moment.

He went forward and saw Gu Yan holding up the long branches, the young man's snow suit and robe were flying, slowly falling back to his usual appearance as the wind calmed down.

He opened his mouth, didn't speak, and couldn't speak.

In his field of vision, the group of immortal disciples had opened their eyes, dumbfounded.

Their eyes widened, their hands were still in a funny posture covering their ears, and they remained motionless.

Zitao opened his mouth, barely regained consciousness, and began to recall in horror whether he had done anything to offend his uncle before, so as not to be blown into the back of his head by a sword, and even his brain would be blown out.

The long branch that was raised horizontally fell, and the fingers trembled.

The snow-clothed youth's face was pale, he looked at Cheng Yuzhi without speaking, and slowly closed his eyes.

The used long branches fall to the ground.

Cheng Yunzhi's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he reached out to catch the exhausted Gu Yan, then his face became calm, his nose wrinkled, and he was almost crushed to the ground together.

Sure enough, it was the same as what I saw before, this person didn't look obvious, but his muscles were actually very heavy.

He sighed, and couldn't bear to throw him on the ground like this.

Gu Yan and the demon cultivator are both at the golden core stage. Although he said that there is a secret method to escape, he still couldn't bear to be bullied by the demon cultivator who had met him once, so he exhausted his golden core spiritual power and gave it to the demon cultivator. A happy one.

Alas, this kindness, he Cheng Yunzhi took it.

The Xianmen disciples over there looked at each other in blank dismay.

Someone opened his mouth, looked at Gu Yan, and then at the dead demon who couldn't be more thorough.

"This... brother, let's get rid of this demon cultivator right now?"

And their son, Senior Brother Tao, seemed to be immersed in this shocking turn of events and couldn't extricate himself.

However, his gaze fell entirely on the person supported by Xueqing's outer robe, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence after talking for a long time.

He, he is an incomparable uncle who is not angry but mighty!

ah!Uncle!

how come...

He opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally, under the expectant eyes of all the disciples, he remembered his identity as the senior brother who led the team again.

The disciple asked, "Brother, where are we going now? Brother? Hello?"

Zitao: "Cough. It's nothing. Quick, you, go and get the jade lotus. We'll return to the sect immediately."

The disciple behind him: "Wait a minute, senior brother, shouldn't we go to the rich businessman to talk about it first? After all, it happened in his family."

Zitao became angry from embarrassment: "You know all about it and still ask me?!"

He wanted to go forward and help that person, but when he thought of his uncle's eyes and attitude just now, he felt trembling again.

So I went back and forth a few times, halfway through this step, and stuck to the ground and couldn't move.

This is this!

He gritted his teeth, waved his hands and shouted: "Let's bring this evil demon cultivator back to the sect!" By the way, he mentioned it to the head master, and intercepted that A Xianjun ran away with a mortal!

Wait, maybe this is not a mortal.

Cheng Yun supported this man with all his heart, and just as he came back to his senses, the corpse of the demon cultivator disappeared on the ground, and even the group of immortal disciples disappeared without a trace.

He was confused and yelled twice: "Hello? Hey! Just leave?!"

I also planned to ask those young disciples to help, but now I'm afraid I can only do it by myself.

He sighed and used up the previously useless secret method.

Surrounded by spiritual power, it transpired upwards, and when they opened their eyes again, they had already returned to the inn room before they were captured.

Cheng Yunzhi couldn't hold on anymore, tripped over the foot of the bed, and fell on the bed together.

When he got up, he realized that the man was as heavy as a rock, and he had no support at all, and his whole body was pressed on his shoulders.

Turning around, the young man in snow clothes was messy, his hem was scattered, his eyes were closed, his brows were slightly frowned, and there was a faint mark at the corner of his eyes, and he fell into a deep sleep like this.

Bo Hong, who had been forcibly suppressed by spiritual power before, rose up, making this person look like a thousand-year-old ice peak warming, and his fragility was outrageous.

Cheng Yunzhi reached out his hand.

Touching his forehead with the back of his hand, he felt slightly hot.It was only slightly red at first, but now the temperature has soared. It seems that he has to be kept for a few days, and he will be cured first.

"This, why on earth would make a cultivator have a fever?" He was puzzled.

Young Master Cheng sighed gloomily, pushed back his plan to leave the city, healed him with some spirit energy, and put pressure on his injury.

He moved lightly, probed, and found that the sky outside was not bright yet, so he closed the window carefully, and went out to see a doctor after dawn, maybe he could be cured.

Fearing that the patient would be thirsty after waking up, Cheng Yunzhi filled the teapot with water and took out a clean cup.

Finally, he struggled to look at the not-so-spacious bed, pushed the young man to the wall, and lay down by himself, yawning wearily.

Going out this time is really expensive.

When he wakes up, he will definitely rush to the East Street, buy a whole roast chicken, and order some wine, just have a good meal with this side dish.

Gotta go see a doctor...

I still have to... finish writing the ending of the storybook of Jun A Xianjun, and hand it over to the human trafficker.

Hey, I just don't know if I should make a confidante for Xianjun Jie.

After all, Xianjun was alone from beginning to end, and he didn't even have a sibling to talk to.

Going to heaven and earth, omnipotent, everyone is happy to hear it, but they also feel regretful, feeling that there are few people around to accompany them, and they are dull.

Well……

On the other side of the wall, the young man opened his eyes.

Fragile, docile, everything related to it disappeared without a trace at this time.

His majestic divine sense unfolded, enveloping the entire room, including of course Cheng Yunzhi who was breathing lightly behind him.

But he didn't turn around, and still maintained this back-to-back posture until dawn.