After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

What... what?

Wei Siying remembered that he was trapped in a nightmare before, dreaming that he was flirting with Mo Xuanfang, but he was still not being teased, and he couldn't help himself.It's hard to tell whether the dream is true or not, but the clothes on him must have been changed.

Thinking about the scene in the dream, Mo Xuanfang held his collar and slowly slid down...

Wei Siying was almost out of breath.

It's okay if it's fake, but what if it's real?

Originally, Mo Xuanfang thought he was a prostitute, but this time, he made him look down even more.

The more Wei Siying thought about it, the more angry he became, and regardless of the little girl's crying, he said to Yingruo with a cold face: "Then you should go, even though you are young, you also understand that these are unbearable things. What are you doing between the suzerains? If these things get out in the future, your suzerain will become the most prodigal suzerain in the world, and the Ziyun sect will also become the most promiscuous immortal sect in the world. If he gets angry, he will be the first to punish you .”

Ying Ruo was only 15 years old, so she didn't know the worldly ways. After hearing these words, she was so frightened that she forgot to shed tears, and just stood there blankly with her mouth open.

Seeing his appearance, Wei Siying couldn't help feeling a little regretful in his heart.

But when he was angry, he couldn't bear it alone. He pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, and told the righteous master.

At this moment, there was indeed a knock at the stone door, and Wei Siying felt a chill come over him.

He didn't need to look out of the corner of his eyes, he knew it was Mo Xuanfang.

Mo Xuanfang, the patriarch of Ziyun who can eavesdrop on the corner.

Ying Ruo shivered and called out: "Sect Master."

"Go down." Mo Xuanfang suppressed his voice into a hoarse voice.

Wei Siying sneered slightly and closed his eyes.

The cold air piercing the bone marrow of Selangor slowly approached.

Mo Xuanfang stood beside his bed, his voice had returned to calm: "Open your eyes, this deity has something to say to you."

Wei Siying then opened his eyes, but he had a hippie smile on his face.But he was already extremely glamorous, so trying to act dissolutely like this was even more seductive.

Mo Xuanfang didn't want to meet his eyes, so he looked away and said, "Mr. Dragon, haven't you thought about the future of the Dragon Clan?"

Wei Siying didn't expect him to ask such a question, the smile disappeared from his lips, and he said, "Thought about it."

Mo Xuanfang said: "3000 years ago, the dragon clan coexisted with the sun and the moon, at least it has a history of tens of millions of years. But in just 3000 years since the invasion of demonic energy, the dragon clan withered and nearly wiped out. Do you know why? "

Of course Wei Siying understood that he had discussed with Gu Xifei before that the demonic energy was too strong and did not conform to the law of the law of heaven, and sooner or later it would perish.

At that time, the demons who cultivated with demonic energy will lose their magical power and have no foundation of spiritual power. What should they do?

If it was in the past, he would naturally be happy to tell Mo Xuanfang and talk to him, but now that the two are opposing each other, how can they be honest with each other?

Wei Siying said calmly: "I don't know, please let Sect Master Ziyun express it."

Mo Xuanfang said: "Devil energy is not something that everyone can cultivate, only dragons, monsters, and a small number of people with special meridians from other races can cultivate it. Zhenlongsuo is cruel, but dragon people use magic energy to cultivate and cultivate The speed is several times that of ordinary cultivators, without the suppression of Zhenlongsuo, the common people in the world would have no place to stand."

Wei Siying suffered a lot from Zhenlongsuo, and even witnessed the tragedy of the dragon clan being killed by Zhenlongsuo.Although he understood that what Mo Xuanfang said was not unreasonable, he still couldn't accept it in his heart.

He said coldly at the moment: "Sect Master Ziyun is really eloquent. You have said that Mudan's Zhenlongsuo is the light of righteousness. If it is true as you said, why did you strictly ban his disciple Mudan? Didn't you slap yourself in the face?"

Mo Xuanfang looked at Wei Siying and said, "This deity strictly prohibits Mu Dan, and there is no conflict with the dragon clan's abandonment of demons and spiritual cultivation. If the dragon clan is willing to give up their magic power and lead the entire demon clan to practice spiritual power, then the world's devil energy will not expand that day." , it will slowly shrink and come back. So, the world is one, and all ethnic groups share prosperity, so what's wrong? Why do you have to have one clan over another?"

Wei Siying didn't think about what Mo Xuanfang said.But that is a matter of the future. The current comprehension world regards the demons as sworn enemies and wants to get rid of them quickly. The dragons cannot shake their roots at this time.

He was thinking about how to answer, but Mo Xuanfang saw that he was silent, thinking that he was unwilling, and said: "If Hong Ying, the former emperor of the Dragon Clan, is still here, and the deity told him so, he will also think about it. Dragon Lord He is the descendant of Hongying, and he must know that he is wholeheartedly planning for the Dragon Clan."

Mo Xuanfang didn't know how Wei Siying came to the Dragon Clan, he only knew that he was a descendant of Hongying, and Hongying's thoughts might have some influence on him.

But as soon as Wei Siying heard the word "Hongying", blood rushed from his heels to the top of his head, he suddenly laughed and said, "So, Sect Master Ziyun killed Emperor Hongying back then, and now he regrets it greatly? "

Mo Xuanfang paused, thinking that he cheated Hongying back then, and didn't regret killing him, but he couldn't help but feel guilty.

So he nodded slightly and said: "Since the Dragon Lord has inherited the will of the former Emperor Hongying, he should have made plans for the Dragon Clan."

Seeing that Mo Xuan really showed regret, Wei Siying could not help but not believe that Gu Xifei's memories of the phantom were solid.

Hongying slaughtered the Three Realms back then, but Mo Xuanfang regretted killing him. He treated him differently after all.

Wei Siying's heart was ashamed, and he had nothing to say at this moment, so he silently closed his eyes.

He was afraid that showing his true feelings in front of Mo Xuan would embarrass him and destroy the last bit of dignity.

Mo Xuanfang saw that Wei Siying didn't speak for a while, and then saw him frown slightly. He knew that he had always been strong-minded, and that he mostly endured silently even if his body was hurt or hurt.

Thinking of Wei Siying's serious injury before, Mo Xuanfang leaned down slightly and said, "Is the injury recurring? Let me see."

Wei Siying thought to himself, you don't ask me what I think, but you only care about my health, obviously because you are afraid that I will ruin Hongying's body.

He was extremely angry and hated, and suddenly he had a plan.

Wei Siying opened his eyes, which were already full of tears, and looked at Mo Xuanfang hesitantly.

Mo Xuanfang lowered his head a little more, and his tone subconsciously softened: "How are you?"

Wei Siying's eyes were flushed, and tears finally couldn't help sliding down his cheeks. His crying was like the bitter rain falling on a begonia flower. It was heartbreaking and made people want to wipe away the tears for him, pity him, love him.

Mo Xuanfang's fingers trembled unconsciously: "Wait for the deity to heal your wounds."

As he spoke, he was about to input spiritual power into Wei Siying.

Wei Siying said: "My body is injured, but my heart is even more injured. I have no father or mother since I was a child, and I am alone. You taught me all my skills, and it was also taught by Emperor Hongying.

But now, you killed him, and you treat me like this again, even if I am a dragon king and worshiped by thousands of people, what's the point of that?You and him are gone. "

His voice was already moving, but at the end, his voice trembled and he cried again.

Mo Xuanfang closed his eyes, and finally couldn't help spreading his palms.

The fairy-binding rope on Wei Siying's body fell off, flew towards Mo Xuanfang, and was immediately taken away by him.

"Are you better now?" Mo Xuanfang asked.

Although the heavy restraints in the room are still there, Wei Siying has no restraints on his body. He didn't get up immediately, but said in a trembling voice: "Thank you very much." He tried to sit up again but his body hurt very hard look.

Mo Xuanfang couldn't bear it anymore, and stepped forward to help Wei Siying.

At this moment, Wei Siying suddenly hit Mo Xuanfang on the chest with a backhand palm.

But Mo Xuanfang, who was so on guard, shot like lightning, and immediately met Wei Siying's palm, and took a big step back.

But Wei Siying was injured after all, but he fell heavily on the stone bed, bloodshot from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Xuanfang said angrily, "You're playing tricks on me again."

Wei Siying sat up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "What about you? You don't want to kill the widow, you have a plan."

Mo Xuanfang said: "This deity treats each other with courtesy and earnestly teaches. Instead of listening, you falsely accuse this deity. Tell me, what does this deity want from you?"

Wei Siying narrowed his eyes with a smile: "You are greedy for the widow's body."

Mo Xuanfang was trembling with anger, but seeing him sitting sideways on the stone bed, wearing only his inner garment, half covering his chest, with a smile on his face, and thinking of his flamboyant affairs with the male pet and the princess, he suddenly became angry Couldn't even say a word of rebuttal.

At this time, Wei Siying changed his position on the bed again, lying on his side, with one leg slightly bent and resting on the other leg, he flicked the corner of his clothes intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "Say, you're all undressed." How many times have you changed your clothes? You said it’s not a widow’s body.”

Mo Xuan was as cold as ice, and suddenly rushed to the bed, and slapped Wei Siying on the chest.

However, Wei Siying did not dodge or dodge, he resisted the palm, his lips were bleeding, but his feet hooked towards Mo Xuanfang, causing him to throw himself on top of him.

The positions of the two were neither above nor below, and they just happened to stick together.

Wei Siying immediately felt strange, and laughed.

But seeing the murderous intent in Mo Xuanfang's eyes, Wei Siying even hooked him tightly, not letting him get up, feeling that he was getting more and more abnormal, Wei Siying actually bit his lower lip, and let out a "huh".

This mellow and soft chant is like fingertips hooking on the strings of a zither, touching one's heart and soul.

The corners of Mo Xuanfang's eyes were slightly red, he closed his eyes heavily, and without hesitation, purple air billowed out of his body, and the blissful sky whisk flew straight up in the purple air, and the whisk silk burst open suddenly.

He would strangle the scourge before him.

Wei Siying's eyes rolled, and he said quietly: "You can't control your Dao heart, you only kill me to vent your anger. Is 3000 years of Dao practice in vain?"

Mo Xuanfang was startled suddenly, the purple energy suddenly stopped, and Fusi trembled in the air.

Just when Fusi was about to fall, Wei Siying suddenly raised his head and kissed her.

The two pieces of moist I Wenruan were about to separate at the touch, and Mo Xuanfang instinctively pushed him away, leaping back into the air.

Wei Siying had already accumulated energy for a long time, but the target at this time was not Mo Xuanfang. In a flash, he used brute force to break through the restraint in the house and rushed out the door.

Mo Xuanfang knew he had been tricked by him again, so he immediately chased after him.

But beyond the barrier of the stone house, there was a vast snowfield, where the silence was completely white, and Wei Siying was nowhere to be seen.