The decent boss always wants to attack me

Feng Song didn't wake up, and the disciple named Feng Zhu of Qiwumen took all the work to take care of him. He was seriously injured, and his cultivation in this life might only stay at the late stage of Jindan.

But he survived.

Mo Cong glanced at the crying and laughing person sitting not far away, then turned his head and pulled the puppet to his eyes.

Junior brother has gone crazy.

She rubbed her fingertips back and forth on the puppet's shell, and the slightly rolled-up edge of the wound was as rough as iron sand on the smooth puppet body. When her fingertips hurt, bean-sized blood beads ooze out.

Since Bai Qing and Chu Xiu disappeared, the fog in this forest has almost dispersed, as if everything has returned to normal.

If she Yujian stood in the air and looked down, she would find that it wasn't that the fog had cleared up, but that the fog was gathering at one point.

And that point is a small hill buried with corpses.

The child rescued by Bai Qing slept soundly, his soft and waxy face had been wiped clean, only the light brown mole between his eyebrows always reminded her of Luo Ruoyun.

Her little junior sister.

When I saw Luo Ruoyun for the first time, she was wearing a filigree brocade dress of jade scroll-colored snow-rolled veil, with a playful and cute double flat bun, and two brocade ribbons that I did not know where were inserted obliquely in the buns on both sides. flower.

She has a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows.

Like the longevity lock on her body, in the bright silver lock engraved with lotus flowers, a perfectly round red emerald was inlaid which was polished brightly.

When she bounced and ran towards Mo Cong, the small bells hanging from the Longevity Lock would jingle non-stop, which was clearer and sweeter than the sound of the Xueziyin chain.

"Senior Sister Mo Cong, I finally found you! Your mother asked me to give you clothes!!"

What she said did not deceive Mo Cong at all, because her mother passed away more than ten years ago.

Luo Ruoyun is not an inner disciple of the Baihun Sect, she is not a high-qualified person, so she can only be accepted as an outer sect, but for some reason, she always pesters her, whether it is before or after missions, or practicing retreat, the first time she steps out Always see her.

And I like to bring her some weird snacks and pastries.

Forcibly stuffing candied haws into her mouth, watching her eat it out of politeness, she became more self-willed. One day, she stuffed sweet-scented osmanthus cake into her mouth, and tomorrow he broke off a piece of sugar painting with his sticky little hands and handed it to her.

Mo never likes sweets, but she doesn't hate the Yuelin fragrance on Luo Ruoyun either.

Just so.

Baihunmen is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and unused wooden boats are everywhere, even in the high mountain lakes, there are many small boats lying quietly in the lake.

The first time she really changed her opinion of Luo Ruoyun was when she was sleeping on the top of the boat that day, Luo Ruoyun was eating a bowl of locust tree leaf Lengtao next to her.

Talk to her vaguely while eating.

"Senior Sister Mo, why are you always alone in a daze?"

Mo Cong bent one leg, the silver piece on her left sleeve was shining brightly under the shade of mottled trees, she caught the catkins that were about to fall on the tip of her nose, and retorted: "Then why are you always eating?"

Luo Ruoyun choked on a mouthful of noodles and coughed for a long time, she patted her chest and pouted: "Senior sister, you don't understand the pain of not having bigu."

Mo Cong looked down at Luo Ruoyun's already puffed and fleshier half of his cheek, and said bluntly: "Don't make excuses, you will be just as fat after bigu."

The junior sister was not annoyed, but shook her head and said, "Senior sister, you don't need to make excuses, you are always in a daze, is it because you have something on your mind?"

Seeing that Mo never spoke, she moved her buttocks, picked a more comfortable position, and "sucked" a mouthful of noodles into her mouth before saying earnestly: "Senior sister, in fact, if you don't want to be an inner disciple, you don't have to. Wouldn't it be the same for Senior Sister Mu? I think she really wants to learn."

Mo sat up.

"Who told you that I don't want to be an inner disciple?"

"Your expression tells me that inner disciples are not good. What's the difference between no emotion and wood? You have the ability to deceive people's minds and cast spells. Is it possible that you can curse others like a demon to gain cultivation? "

Luo Ruoyun lowered his head and took a sip of the soup in the bowl and continued: "Besides, Senior Sister Mo, you really don't know how to act, and living like this is too tiring."

Mo Cong fell silent.

What the junior sister said is not true, but she has never disobeyed the master since she was picked up by the master. It is such an honor to accept her as an inner disciple, and I have no right to refuse.

All she can do is to keep practicing and become a future disciple of the master sect, strong enough to protect the hundred souls sect.

The willow catkins on the river bank fell into the lake, causing layers of ripples, and the water surface was sparkling, with a strong taste of the warm spring sun. Luo Ruoyun's powder-carved jade face was a little more charming in this situation.

Mo Cong suddenly said seriously: "Don't say what Senior Sister Mu said in front of others."

"Of course I know! Isn't this talking nonsense with senior sister~"

Luo Ruoyun is not keen on cultivation, and after several years of cultivation in the mountain gate, he can only reach the late stage of foundation establishment. From Mo Cong's point of view, this little junior sister is more suitable to go down the mountain to open a pastry shop, and save a lot of money to buy pastries .

The chubby and cute smiling face appeared in front of his eyes, and Mo Cong showed a very shallow smile, like a gentle wind blowing across the lake without leaving a trace.

At this time, she suddenly wanted to see Luo Ruoyun.

He wanted to hear Luo Ruoyun eating and drinking beside him, and at the same time tell her some inappropriate jokes, and then tell her that it's no big deal, it's not her fault.

I am probably one of the cowards.

"Senior sister, I have searched everywhere, but there is no big monster nearby, and no other corpses have been found. Maybe the brothers and sisters are still trapped somewhere!"

Mo Cong withdrew her thoughts, the excited face of her junior sister did not empathize with her.

The reason why no corpses were found may be that they had already turned into a puddle of blood in the demon's stomach.

Mo Cong looked at the sleeping child, the man who was rescued with him was already dying, and he only held his breath with pills.

Logically speaking, the child should be dissolved faster, and he not only asked Bai Qing for help in the belly of the demon, but was also unscathed after being rescued, but fell into a coma.

too weird.

At dusk on the western mountain, the afterglow of the setting sun fell among the trees, and the shadows were long and oblique. She was only worried that the desert island in the dark night was more variable.

Mo Cong left a few disciples from Qiwumen and this sect to guard the barrier, and led the rest of the disciples with higher cultivation bases into the jungle to continue searching.

Whether it is a dead body or a living person, it must be found out.

Several vines rushed towards Bai like long whips. He remembered the first time he saw his little ancestor holding a thunder whip and throwing people like this, and after shaking people and monsters.

He didn't expect that one day he would be driven around with a whip.

Baimao couldn't see where he was, the vines that shot out from his body were just waving randomly, but the area was so wide, the young master with broken hands and injured feet seemed to be walking on slippery ice.

If this monster is smarter, it will identify its position along the blood.

The young master was already numb to the pain in his ankle, but the excessive blood loss made him dizzy.

He simply sorted out the talismans of the storage ring, but he wasn't sure which talisman made Feng Song return to normal, nor did he know whether these talismans had any effect on the half-demon.

He can only gamble.

The Seven Destiny Talismans.

Bai Qing took a deep breath, he didn't dare to go forward rashly, but wrapped a stone in a talisman and threw it at it, and the talisman would automatically stick on it when it encountered something that could restrain it, but this would reveal his position.

stupid.

But he was betting not only on him, but also on that monster.

When the talisman got close to the white hair, there was a slight reaction, and the cinnabar on the yellow paper emerged from the surface of the talisman, rippling like water ripples for a while.

The young master held his breath.

The moment the stone fell to the ground, the talisman did not follow it to the ground, but floated in the air and stuck to Bai Mao's body, but it looked like it was about to fall.

He sweated.

When his eyes went dark, the white hair suddenly turned around and rushed towards him. The dangling talisman was lifted by the strong wind, and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The demon threw him straight to the ground, and the severe pain from the impact of his left arm on the ground made the young master grit his teeth, his face covered in dust and blood was washed by sweat, and the original complexion was washed out.

The vines quickly climbed up and bound him tightly, from head to toe, the thorns did not fade away.

The sudden pain all over his body was so stimulating that his body trembled. Apart from the pain, he was also thankful that the white hair didn't wrap his neck with vines, otherwise he would not be far from death.

Talisman...

With a movement of Bai Qing's fingertips, those thorns tightened instantly, and his fingers connected to his heart. He cried out in pain, and the mottled blood on his body completely dyed the white robe into a red robe.

This cry of pain caused Bai Mao to temporarily close his big green mouth that seemed to be a vegetarian.

Its consciousness began to be confused again.

The young master tilted his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Before he could talk to him, he said in a hoarse voice: "Su Jiancheng, I said I can't protect you, so why are you humiliating yourself like this?"

The half-demon froze.

It suddenly got up in a panic and took a few steps back, hissing intermittently in a rough voice: "I'm not...I'm not, you're mistaken..."

He was right.

The half-demon squatted on the ground, and began to dig the soil with its five claws desperately. While digging, it let out a mournful wail. The vines in its body couldn't control it and wanted to stab Bai Qing's body again, so it went crazy to pull it out.

Tears of blood poured out, and it was covered in blood and roared: "I'm not! I'm not Su Jiancheng! I don't know him, and I don't know you either! You go! You go..."

It didn't even have a single piece of intact skin, its face was ugly and ferocious, and its blood was almost dyed green. It couldn't be seen that it was the young man with red lips and white teeth who was spoiled to the limit.

The Su Jiancheng in his impression still stays in the original owner's memory, those beautiful black eyes seem to be engraved in this body, and when the name is mentioned, it will bring that throbbing feeling to his heart.

This kind of throbbing is a throbbing that has been dead for a long time, the throbbing that cannot float in the four seas, nor can it swim ashore.

The person who was once held at the top of the original owner's heart was reduced to an ugly half-demon. This appearance of not daring to admit it and yearning for redemption made him feel the lingering pain in the original owner's heart.

"You idiot, don't you want to die? Don't you want to live? Hurry up and get out of this body, what shame does a monster who is neither human nor demon want?"

"You should have given this body to us a long time ago, are you still waiting for someone to rescue you?"

The sarcastic voice came from the other half of Su Jiancheng's body covered with vines. This time, there was more than one voice, both shrill and rough, more like several monsters gathering together.

They are noisy.

Bai Qing said impatiently: "Is it wrong to wait for someone to save you?"

Su Jiancheng suddenly raised his head, his red pupils showed a bit of shock and hope.

Bai Qing got up slowly, he took a deep breath, resisted the sharp stabbing pain from head to toe, and walked in front of Su Jiancheng.

Reached out and hugged him.