After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

After Wei Siying finished speaking, all the Ziyunzong disciples in the hall looked at Mo Xuanfang blankly, as if they had lost their souls for hundreds of years.They couldn't lift their swords, they couldn't hold their knives, and there was only the dead silence in the Zhongzheng Hall.

Ying Ruo's back was bent even lower, her shoulders trembled oppressively.

Mo Xuanfang finally closed his eyes to cover up the dark redness in his eyes.

Wei Siying's sweet whisper immediately reached his ears: "Master, why is your forehead sweating?"

But the messy hand never stopped, moving gently back and forth between the skin that was as straight as iron.

It's like the lingering lingering between the beds to death.

What kind of mind is needed to resist such emotion?

Mo Xuanfang opened his eyes, and his eyes have returned to indifference. Amidst the slow grinding sound of the dragon pattern lock, his cold voice floated in the hall: "What the Dragon Lord said is very true. Righteousness. Now that the demonic energy has not been eliminated, the deity is already a prisoner, but the Taoist ancestors did not dare to forget the teachings. You should warn the disciples in the sect with words and deeds. The original intention. Therefore, until the Dragon Lord sincerely repents, the deity will not preach."

Immediately, His Highness's disciples shouted loudly and swore in unison the oath they made when they entered the school: "Worshiping under the Ziyun Sect, you should not think twice in your heart, and take it as your duty to eliminate demons and defend the way for the rest of your life, and you will never die."

Ying Ruo also raised her head at this moment, and silently followed her fellow seniors and sisters with tears in her eyes.

"you……"

Wei Siying laughed dumbfounded, his fingertips suddenly turned downward, and beads of sweat rolled down Mo Xuanfang's forehead immediately.

He heard the crash of ice again, and the volcano was about to erupt and die in agony.

Mo Xuanfang persisted with the last sliver of clarity, his clothes soaked through with sweat.But the coldness in his eyes did not fade away, he still sat upright and looked at his disciples as the last eaves in this world.

Is this the ruthless way?

There is no favorite thing, no favorite person, only the unknown vast avenue in my heart.

Wei Siying wanted to draw a smile on his lips, but he failed, his face was full of sarcasm.

Laughing at himself for wanting to get even a little bit of selfishness from him in his willful behavior.

But how is it possible?

No one in the world can shake that rock-solid heart.

I am not as good as your Lord of the Three Realms, so I lost in the end.

Then destroy it.

Wei Siying's palm suddenly went out, the iceberg shattered, Mo Xuanfang fell on the purple gold chair, and passed out again amidst the exclamation of His Highness's disciples.

"Tomorrow morning class, if you dare not come, you will be killed without mercy."

There was no one on the purple-gold chair as the black clouds surged, only the ice-like imperial decree fell.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and time is hurried in the unknown morning and evening.

In the stone room at the bottom of the cave, Mo Xuanfang was tied to a cross-shaped wooden pillar.

His white clothes were still spotless, but under the pure white, dragon pattern locks and black snakes entangled his legs and forced outstretched arms, tightly embedded in his tall body.

His complexion was pale, and he looked down at Wei Siying with deep pupils. After doubling the amount of rejuvenation blood, his eyes were filled with uncontrollable lust.

"Want me? Master."

Wei Siying hooked Mo Xuanfang's neck, and kissed his hot lips lightly. He shuddered at the softness of the touch, and the dragon pattern lock on the hard skin made a delicate sound.

"Master, your body is getting more and more sensitive, but your pain perception is getting lower and lower."

Wei Siying lowered his eyes lightly, let go of Mo Xuanfang, and walked back to the stone couch.

Wei Siying, with his black hair loose, sat on the head of the bed with his arms behind him.He was only wearing a thin white gown with the skirt open to the chest, and a belt that was neither loose nor tight outlined a smooth and tight waist.

It was unbearable that Xiao wanted to hold the side of his waist and press down on his constantly bouncing feet hanging by the bed.

Mo Xuanfang slowly rolled his Adam's apple, and said in a hoarse voice, "Si Ying."

Wei Siying's beautiful eyes moved, his gaze swept across Mo Xuanfang's face like a feather, and then turned to the front, but his overlapping and shaking feet stopped: "Hey, in the morning class, he called Long Jun justly, Now I'm calling Si Ying. Master, don't do this, I will soften my heart."

Wei Siying's voice was soft, glutinous and sweet. In this stone room full of sticky dampness and heat, it was as if soft silk was touching Mo Xuanfang's earstrings, making his vocal cords tremble, but he said: "Si Ying, you I am so disappointed."

"is it?"

Wei Siying tilted his head and looked at Mo Xuanfang. The beauty's face was full of playful smiles: "At the beginning, Master was reluctant to kill me and wanted to leave me as a disaster, so how could I fail Master? Of course I will let Master see Look, how a devil like me brutally rules the Three Realms."

As he spoke, he jumped off the bed lightly, and walked in front of Mo Xuanfang. His eyes were clearly pretending to be innocent, but it was impossible not to love him. He blinked and leaned forward to press against Mo Xuanfang's chest.

"Master, why is your heart beating so fast? Are you scared by me?"

The scorching breath was swallowed at the top of the head, but there was no echo.

Wei Siying slowly raised his head, his eyes were like a deer in the forest, he frowned slightly, and looked at Mo Xuanfang in a daze.

He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his trembling Adam's apple: "Why didn't you agree to me? Mo Xuanfang, is the Lord of the Three Realms so important to you?"

Mo Xuanfang couldn't help frowning, his eyes darkened a bit, and his lips were pursed like blood.

"As long as you promise me." Wei Siying murmured, "I will cancel the morning class immediately, and my agreement with you will remain unchanged. I promise to treat them well and treat the common people like you do. You believe me."

Mo Xuanfang closed his eyes and said, "Just kill this deity."

"I don't..." Wei Siying leaned on his shoulder and drew lightly on his chest, "I don't..."

Mo Xuanfang said with difficulty: "If you kill the deity, even if the two phases are clean, you can also get your wish."

A trace of hostility slowly emerged from Wei Siying's eyes.But his hand passed through Mo Xuanfang's chest and slid down: "I said it, I didn't. Can't you hear me?"

Mo Xuanfang suddenly trembled uncontrollably.But after several collisions, under the pressure of his powerful mind, Han Ningjing could no longer give him a painful fatal blow, only boundless torture.

"You killed the deity..." Mo Xuanfang's eyes were lost, and he almost groaned and whispered, "Then throw the bones of the deity to Beihuang...to sacrifice to the Runxia Immortal. After that...you will be the Lord of the Three Realms. "

"I said, I don't!"

Wei Siying let him go, and screamed uncontrollably, "Mo Xuanfang, you ruined my master, you ruined my lover, you ruined my Zeyunju, you ruined my home , what else do you want?"

My life is indestructible, only the Dragon Clan, only Haochang, I can't lead them up and watch them fall down.

You keep persuading me to be kind to the common people, so take a look at me too!I am also your life, and I am also the person you once regarded as a treasure. How could you leave me without anything, kill me again and again, and let me crawl and crawl in the dark alone? with..."

His lips were pale, and his entire face was as pale as white paper. He stumbled and fell to the stone table behind him, and barely supported his body to stand up.

Mo Xuanfang was obviously shocked by his screaming, he stared at him with wide-open eyes, thin water vapor appeared in his eyes.

But the vapor was fleeting, and he said cruelly: "You either kill the deity, or let the deity go. It is impossible to want the Lord of the Three Realms."

"it is good!"

Wei Siying shattered the stone table with one palm, and black smoke and dust flew up in the stone room. His eyes were bloodshot and he said, "Mo Xuanfang, I'll play you to death."

The morning class began and ended with Ziyunzong's voiceless bell.

Because Mo Xuanfang refused to preach, Ying Ruo replaced him. Every morning in the Zhongzheng Hall, he recited various scriptures and methods of Taoism, while Wei Siying accompanied Mo Xuanfang. It seemed that the two were sitting in the high hall, In fact, they are secretly studying and doing unethical things.

The disciples didn't realize it, but Mo Xuanfang's brows and eyes were getting darker, but he kept his mouth shut and never compromised.

Such a half month...

One day, when the morning class was over, Wei Siyingqing ordered dozens of head disciples from each hall, and said: "Today is the day when I, Haochang, went to the kingdom to entertain the kings of hundreds of countries. I have an inseparable relationship with the Ziyun sect." , so I took this Zhongzheng Hall as a place to entertain guests, and invited the first disciples of each hall to attend on time, and have fun with me, Haochang."

At night, the Ziyun Palace really enjoyed singing and dancing, and it was very lively.

Spirit wine and fairy fruits are piled up like a mountain, and the tables, cups and cups are all artifacts, which shows the strength of Haochang Shangguo.

The Dragon King and his important ministers all attended in splendid attire, and more than a hundred vassal states and allied state monarchs rushed to congratulate them, and sent out gifts as best they could, which is rare in the world.

Wei Siying and Mo Xuanfang sat on the purple and gold chairs in the Zhongzheng Hall, accepting the worship of all countries.

The Great Demon King Muxu of Yanyi Kingdom was also among the monarchs present. During the banquet, Wei Siying toasted several times, which made him overwhelmed.

After a round of singing and dancing, Wei Siying raised his wine glass again and said: "Nowadays, the world is peaceful, and all countries are spared from the suffering of wars. It is thanks to the generous help of the kings of all countries that everyone can live a good life. I especially want to thank Yan Yi King Mu Xu, you have worked hard."

After he finished speaking, he took the lead in gulping it down, but his hand was still on Mo Xuanfang who hadn't said a word.

Mu Xu evaded: "I don't work hard, and I don't have the drinking power of Emperor Si Ying. I really can't drink it."

"Oh?" Wei Siying put down his wine glass, looked at Mo Xuanfang whose eyes were gradually darkening, and said, "King Mu Xu, you have worked really hard. You have set up the Heavenly Sacrifice Array several times, and you didn't kill me. Of course, it’s not delicious, and I can’t drink it.”

His voice was rambling, but under the table, he felt the strong feeling that the iceberg was about to shatter, and it almost melted in his hands.

At this time, there was a sudden silence in the hall, and the monarchs of various countries were terrified and looked at the great demon king Mu Xu.

Mu Xujiu also woke up seven minutes, never thought that this time was actually a Hongmen banquet, Xing Lian who was beside him drew his sword and stood up, but was stopped by him.

Mu Xu sneered and said, "I admit it. The Tongtian Sacrifice Formation was indeed set up by me. It was just to summon the soul of my dead wife. It has been going on for three years now. But the emperor didn't want to get angry until today, and he was dragged to Yanyi country for life. Chang poured the power of the whole country and fought to the last juncture. Haha, it just happened to let the monarchs here see clearly what it means to be a cunning rabbit and a lackey."

As Mu Xu said, he and Xing Lian suddenly burst into flames at the same time. Under the cover of Xing Lian, a portrait suddenly appeared in midair.

Just when Mu Xu repeated his old trick and was about to drill into the portrait, a faint dragon flame in the void lightly burned the portrait.

Wei Siying looked at Mo Xuanfang who was frowning tightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly pulled out Han Ningjing with force.

Mo Xuanfang's cold and suppressed eyes suddenly filled with a mist of despair, sinking into darkness in a short moment.

The moment Mu Xu's head fell to the ground, a smell of chestnut flowers also wafted into the blood in the Zhongzheng Hall.

"Master, this time, I didn't use rejuvenation blood."