After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Wei Siying listened to the sad and indignant cursing of the master Xiaozhu below, and Yingruo's intermittent crying, and he tapped his fingers on the bent knees twice casually, calling out: "Yingruo."

Ying Ruo wiped away her tears and silently knelt down at his feet.

"Ying Ruo, aren't you going to be my servant?" Wei Siying asked with a smile.

Ying Ruo nodded.

Wei Siying said: "Okay, let the widow go down and slap them twenty times each. If the widow sees that anyone's face is not red and swollen, the widow will kill him."

Ying Ruo shook like a leaf falling in the wind, desperately shaking her head.

"You don't want to fight, do you?" Wei Siying sighed, "The widow can only kill them all. Who do you say to start with? Deputy Sect Master Meng, or your Palace Master Luo?"

Ying Ruo was stunned for a moment, and tears overflowed from her red and swollen eyes. She stared blankly at Wei Siying. The titles of crazy dragon, tyrant, and great devil couldn't overlap with the stunning face in front of her.But under the cynical face on the high seat, there is clearly the blood of a cruel emperor flowing.

At this moment, Wei Siying raised his eyebrows, and asked again: "To fight, or not to fight? My patience is limited."

Yingruo's body shook again, this time, she finally nodded, stood up, and flew down the platform.

Soon, crisp applause and even more angry curses resounded in the main hall. These usually high-ranking hall masters, Lord Xiao, were being beaten by the most humble disciples in the sect.

Yingruo's heart was already numb, only Mo Xuanfang's exhortation echoed in her ears, Yingruo, don't be afraid, you are a brave child.

She tried her best to slap the most respected elders on weekdays, making sure to leave red and swollen palm marks on their faces.

Under the dragon pattern lock, the strong were powerless to resist, but it was difficult for Yingruo with a low cultivation level to break through their defense. In the end, she finally passed out from exhaustion.

Wei Siying raised his hand calmly, signaling his guards to drag Ying Ruo out of the hall.

"Military division, take a look on behalf of the widows, are these people's faces red and swollen?"

Compared with being killed and hacked, this kind of situation made the Ziyunzong high-level executives who were once aloof, like stripped commodities, being inspected one by one by Gu Xifei, and each judged each other.

Wei Siying looked at everything indifferently, with a lazy and undisciplined expression.

Seeing that the inspection was finally completed, he slowly stood up and looked down at the crowd.

Meng Xuanzhen scolded: "After the death of the suzerain back then, I should have wiped out your roots, so that you will never suffer from future troubles. How can there be any disaster today!"

Wei Siying listened quietly, neither sad nor happy.

Thinking back in the Dingtian Divine Formation, Mo Xuanfang had set up a barrier for him alone to protect him, but he was tricked into entering the formation by Ziyun's envoy, Wang Luxuan, and almost lost his soul.

Later, when Mo Xuanfang came back from retreat, they even provoked the master and apprentice to turn against each other, killing each other, so how could it not be forever?

Everyone else's life is life, but he is the dragon, not life.

There is no tiny place for dragons to live among the common people in the world.

"Heh..." Wei Siying smiled, "Military Master, take them to see Mo Xuanfang, bring them in one by one, and explain in detail what is going on with their faces. Tell Mo Xuanfang that the widow gave it to him." A wedding gift."

Amidst the raging scolding, Wei Siying waved his hand: "Go."

The tranquility and solemnity in Wei Siying's memory were restored in the Zhongzheng Hall.

Here, he came to Purple Cloud Sect for the first time, saw Mo Xuanfang for the first time, and hugged a person's leg for the first time as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

Today, the sky outside the gate of the grand hall is as blue as ever, and the clouds are still as white.But there is no Zeyun Residence with red pavilion and green tiles in the southwest corner.

The corners of Wei Siying's upturned mouth slowly drooped, forming a line with his tightly pursed lips.

At night, in Mo Xuanfang's empty bedroom, Wei Siying fell on the bed alone.

He drank too much at the celebration banquet tonight, even if there was no celebration banquet, he still wanted to drink.

Because in this Purple Cloud Palace, his heart never had a moment of peace, and wine could make him temporarily comfortable.

He sniffed greedily, and besides the smell of wine, there was also the faint scent of the immortal in the air.

He reached out and grabbed at the floating air, but he didn't catch the fragrance, but grabbed a few strands of hair.

Xiao Xuanzi's masked face came up from the edge.

The white shadow fluttered, and Xiao Xuanzi was already sitting on the head of the bed. He supported his body with one hand, and gently untied the crown for Wei Siying.

Wei Siying's drunken face was exposed in the night, surpassing the most beautiful fairy in the Three Realms, and also the sharpest murderous sword in the world.

"You have become more and more courageous recently."

Wei Siying looked at the body that was exactly the same as Mo Xuanfang's, and the smell of alcohol made him unable to reach out and hit him, "Go." He didn't want to destroy this rare peace, so he pushed him dejectedly.

But Xiao Xuanzi didn't get up obediently as usual, but raised his hand resolutely, and took off his mask.

On that cold and unparalleled face, there was a pair of eyes burned by lust.

What he can give you, I can give you too.Xiao Xuanzi gently stroked Wei Siying's chin.

Back at Purple Cloud Sect, those fragments of memory that had troubled him for many years came back again, more turbulent than ever before.

In those scattered memories, Wei Siying's smiling face can never be separated from him. In this Purple Cloud Palace, Wei Siying is everywhere.

His thumb stroked Wei Siying carefully, and his eyes became darker.

"The widow said, let you go."

Wei Siying gritted his teeth, raised his head and grabbed his collar, with dragon flames burning in his eyes, "Don't force me..."

Such strength could no longer deter Xiao Xuanzi, he suddenly lifted Wei Siying's chin arrogantly, and bent his head recklessly, wanting to kiss the lips that Xiao had been thinking about for countless days and nights.

"boom!"

At the moment of anxious breathing, Wei Siying slapped Xiao Xuanzi's chest heavily, sending him flying away.

There was a loud bang of breaking equipment in the sleeping hall.

"Get out, get out, go."

Wei Siying stood stiffly at the head of the bed like a sculpture, staring blankly at the white shadow in the darkness.

Bai Ying moved silently, the darkness covered his expression, and under Wei Siying's gaze, he turned into a wisp of purple smoke and floated out of the window.

After a while, the mask that was discarded in the corner also flew out, following Zi Yan's direction.

When the cool wind blew, Wei Siying felt a thin layer of sweat in his tightly clenched palms.That familiar feeling, who is he?

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the hall, and Gu Xifei said loudly: "My lord, I have something to report."

The lights were turned on in the dormitory, and Ying Ruo, who had unsealed the silence technique, followed behind Gu Xifei.

Wei Siying leaned back on the imperial concubine chair with a normal expression, didn't look at Yingruo, and only said to Gu Xifei: "Tell me, how is he?"

Gu Xifei ignored the fragments on the ground, bowed and saluted: "Sect Master Mo's celestial veins have only recovered [-]%, and he can move freely, but his cultivation level is no different from that of ordinary low-level disciples. Just to be cautious, I put on the triple-restricted dragon dragon for him." Wensuo is now imprisoned in the cold pool of Youfu Cave."

"Then, have you brought the Palace Master and Xiao Masters to meet him?" Wei Siying glanced at Ying Ruo lightly.

Ying Ruo lowered her head and said nothing.

Gu Xifei replied: "Take them in one by one and see who hit them. Under what circumstances and how hard they were hit, I made it clear, and I didn't miss anything."

Wei Siying nodded slightly and said, "What did he say?"

Gu Xifei frowned: "Sect Master Mo looked calm and didn't say a word."

Wei Siying's voice added a hint of hostility: "A calm look? How calm? You didn't tell him that these are the betrothal gifts for his wedding?"

"I've said it, I've said it." Gu Xifei paused, "But Sect Master Mo didn't say a word about the wedding, neither agreed nor disagreed. Seeing the humiliation of the palace masters, he didn't say anything." On the contrary, the angry expression seems... as if he had expected it. As for the abdication of the Lord of the Three Realms, he only said one thing, it is impossible."

The corners of Wei Siying's lips curled up: "Since he has expected everything, military commander, starting tomorrow, I will send a palace master in every day to persuade him. If the persuasion is not successful that day, he will kill a palace master and the whole palace with him." Let’s be buried together. On the second day, send another one, and if it doesn’t work, kill and send it again.”

"Your Majesty..." Gu Xifei wanted to say something but then closed his mouth, and finally said, "Dare to ask Your Majesty, which hall master will I send to you tomorrow?"

Wei Siying thought of Feiling who killed people invisible in the wind and snow, and said with a sneer, "Luo Baihua, the master of Shangzhi Hall."

At this time, Ying Ruo suddenly stepped forward and said, "Mr. Long, since Shang Zhi Dian is asking me to persuade the Suzerain, Ying Ruo is willing to replace Dian Luo, please allow me to do so."

Wei Siying didn't lift his eyelids: "No."

Yingruo knelt down and said, "Yingruo lives in the same room with Senior Sister Yingluo. Although she is gone, her dead soul often appears in the Shangzhi Hall. She...she said that the child who was crying in her arms back then, is doing it now. She is very pleased to have Lord Long..."

"Boom!" With a sound, the huge breath of dragon flames shook the imperial concubine chair into powder.

Yingruo was lying on the ground, her body was shaking constantly, and she let out a low, suppressed cry.

Wei Siying's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at her for a long time.

Finally he closed his eyes: "Ying Luo would not be as timid and stupid as you in saving people. That's all, military advisor, I take back my fate."

Mo Xuanfang, you clearly know that I want the Lord of the Three Realms for the future of the Dragon Clan, yet you want to go against me and use her to force me.Well, the widow has no choice but to go to the bottom of the cold pool to meet you.

The long night was over, and before the twilight of dawn entered the bedroom, Wei Siying had already summoned Gu Xifei.

"Military teacher, I remember that two hundred bottles of rejuvenation blood were seized in the underground blood pool of Tianyao Palace that year, and I was rewarded by you for making medicine. Is there any left?"

Gu Xifei said: "The rejuvenation blood medicine is so powerful that I dare not use it more. There are still more than a hundred bottles."

Sitting deep in the darkness, Wei Siying said in a hoarse voice, "Send the remaining rejuvenation blood to the cold pool in Yourot Cave."

Gu Xifei almost let out an "ah", bowed and said, "The effect of spring blood this time is irresistible to immortals and Buddhas, the more stable the person is. Once emotional, it will make people go crazy. Does the Holy One really want to give it?"

"I hope I don't need it." There seemed to be a sigh coming from the darkness, "Besides this, you can build another thing for the widow."