After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Mo Xuanfang saw a delicate and beautiful face, and the man below him had short hair, but his face was like a lotus, male and female were indistinguishable, a pair of peach blossom eyes were misty in the dim light, and he looked at him without blinking.

Just like the one he saw in his dream.

The only difference is that now they are lying on the green grass, surrounded by tranquility and peace.

Mo Xuanfang vaguely remembered that in the Sea of ​​Desire, although he had closed his consciousness, everything he did with Wei Qing was a vague dream.

At this time, he suddenly woke up, and found that there was no devil energy in his body, and his eyes were full of light, and they bounced away with a flick of his wide sleeves.

So, everything is true?

It turns out that this is the real body of the Dragon Blood Inheritor, no wonder the Dragon Emperor Blood Curse can be triggered at such a young age.

At this time, the person under him stretched his waist and sat up slowly, with a careless laziness in his voice: "Why, suck people like a blood bag, now eat them up and wipe them off, I'm going to kill you ?”

"you……"

Mo Xuanfang's clothes fluttered, and Xuantian Ziqi swept across Wei Qing, sweeping him seven or eight feet away.

Wei Qing rolled lightly on the grass, and when he landed, he felt a strong force under his body, but he was not injured at all.

He quickly got up, walked back ten meters angrily, and shouted from a distance: "You damn Mo Xuanfang, don't think that it doesn't count if you didn't hurt me, you are called revenge, and you are right and wrong. What? Shit Immortal Venerable, coax a bunch of ordinary people to kowtow and worship you to become the queen mother? You are like a magic stick in our hometown."

A gust of wind came suddenly, and Mo Xuanfang was already in front of him.

"Don't think that I dare not kill you." Mo Xuanfang's phoenix eyes were cold, and he raised his hand to slap, but stopped half an inch in front of Wei Qing's chest.

The two rows of neat tooth marks on Wei Qing's lips and collarbone are clearly visible, like the imprint of shame that cannot be washed away, exposed in front of Mo Xuan.

Wei Qing looked at him without fear, there was a sneer in his eyes, but more of a kind of magnanimity like the breeze and the moon.

Mo Xuanfang let go of his hands slumpedly, the wide avenue robe danced slightly in the night, after a moment of silence, he walked towards the distance.

"Hmph, let's see how far you can go."

Wei Qing lay down on the grass indifferently, rested his head on his hands, raised his legs, grabbed two grass leaves next to him, put them in his mouth and started chewing.

One, two, three...

After chewing it three times, Mo Xuanfang really came back.

"What the hell is this place?" Mo Xuanfang looked at him condescendingly.

"Tsk tsk, there are things you, an old god, don't know. Want to go out? Please." Wei Qing sat up, patted the grass on top of his head, and kept his hair in order.

Mo Xuanfang said: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it. If the deity can't get out, you can't get out. Before, I fed you with my spiritual power. You don't know hunger, but in this place, there is no water and no food. You can't get out." How many days can a mortal survive?"

After he finished speaking, he sat cross-legged in front of Wei Qing.

Wei Qing blinked, and his tone softened, his voice was sweet, and his serious words were very nice: "Actually, I don't want to say it, but you have to admit that I am your savior, right? I Unlike you, a capable person, my life is in your hands."

He glanced at Mo Xuanfang, and continued: "I have made a contribution to Ziyunzong by saving you. Look here, here, and here. These teeth marks are all work-related injuries. In our hometown, Work-related injuries are going to be supported by you for the rest of your life, so just say, let’s pay for it or not.”

Mo Xuanfang's eyes flickered for a while, and he tried his best to hide it in the night: "What do you mean, I want this deity to support you forever?"

"It's not bad for you to raise me." Wei Qing pulled another piece of grass and put it in his mouth, "I am born with the protection of the god of luck, such as you, a big Luo Jinxian who has fallen into a demon or something. In case, I am Just in case, in case you do it again, you can still hug me and breathe, and continue your life, if you don't have me, you can go on your own."

A burst of coercion came, Wei Qing felt an invisible hand pinch his neck, and the moment it touched his skin, it let go again.

It was enough to make his hairs stand on end, and he gasped.

Mo Xuanfang's voice was even more icy: "Don't mention what happened before."

"If you don't mention it, don't mention it, it seems that if you don't mention it, it doesn't exist." Wei Qing whispered, and spit out the grass in his mouth with a pooh.

Mo Xuanfang closed his eyes and remained silent, adjusting his breath unevenly.

Wei Qing judged the situation, and his attitude became a little more gentle. He walked over to present the facts, and reasoned: "Mo Xuanfang, I'm not a fan of porcelain. You don't have to hate me. Did I ask you to promise such a thing with your body? I didn't But you can't bully me just because I'm easy to talk, I'm so weak and helpless, it's your duty to protect the weak.

I just want to save my life, and after I go out, my child is so pitiful, what's wrong with you giving me some good food and drink?If there is a surplus, you can also come with a few magic weapons to save your life. As a person, I am easy to say. "

"You yourself are a descendant of the dragon's blood, and you can already achieve greatness in the demon race. Why do you need to rely on outsiders for what you want?" Mo Xuanfang said coldly.

"Fellow Daoist, what you said is wrong." Wei Qing put his hands on his knees, with a casual and elegant expression, "What do you think people live for? You fight and kill all day like you, and you lived for more than 3000 years. Interesting? People don't live to cultivate, let alone to achieve some great power.

Because if you want to become stronger, you have to grab resources, and if you grab resources, you have to harm the interests of other people, and if you don’t do it, you have to kill. "

Mo Xuanfang sneered: "It's nonsense. Of course it's true for you demons, but we cultivators practice to protect the common people, so there's nothing wrong with fighting and killing."

"Tsk tsk..." Wei Qing laughed, "Aren't the demons living beings? Does killing the demons count as killing? Your ancestors have said that one life is two, two begets three, and three begets all things. Everyone comes out of one." Yes, you are, me too, what's the difference?"

Mo Xuanfang stopped suddenly, feeling that no matter how much he tried to explain, he couldn't escape his theory of unity. He felt that he had some truth, thought for a moment, and said: "You just want to persuade the deity not to kill you after going out, but how do you Guaranteed not to tell the past?"

Wei Qing raised his head to look at the sky, but there was not a single moon in his fantasy world, only a faint light shone under the cover of thin clouds.

He rubbed his nose, and said: "In our hometown, we made a promise like this. I swear to God, if Mo Xuanfang's scandalous things are done in the future..."

"You!" Mo Xuanfang's phoenix eyes immediately turned angry.

"Okay, okay, if I tell about the ugly things we did together, I will be struck by lightning from the sky, and I will be so tender."

"Oh, that's what you said."

"Of course, come, come, hang the hook for 100 years." Wei Qing stretched out his little finger and ticked him in the night, "Be a Doraemon to me, and I will help you keep the secret."

Wei Qing couldn't help but grabbed Mo Xuanfang's big hand, pulled out his little finger, and hooked it on his own finger.

"make a deal……"

He looked at Mo Xuanfang with a smile on his brows and eyes, and he could see the clarity and nature even under the darkness of night, blending in with the peaceful world he created.

Mo Xuanfang seemed a little moved. After a long time, his face regained his composure. He pulled out his finger and said, "Let's go out first."

"I think you agree." Wei Qing held back his pride and said solemnly, "If you want to speak out, I have a way."

"Oh?"

"It's written like this in the book, ahem... I used to read a lot of books, and I like ancient books. According to my inference, we are in a blissful fantasy sky. ?”

Mo Xuanfang said: "You have some knowledge."

Wei Qing said again: "Originally you were doomed to die in the Sea of ​​Desire, but thanks to me, the purest spirit in this world transformed into such a world and rescued you from the dire straits. what?"

Mo Xuanfang glanced at him: "Is this the world you imagined?"

"That's right..." Wei Qing straightened his back, "But I have limited morals and abilities, I can only create the world, not destroy it, I'm trapped, and of course you can't get out."

"What's so difficult about this." Mo Xuanfang said, "I killed you, so I can exterminate the world and get out of trouble."

"Look at you, I tried it casually, and I was exposed again." Wei Qing shook his head bitterly, "This place is the filthiest place in the world, don't look at my place as small, but It is the only piece of pure land here, if you destroy me, you will naturally be able to get out of trouble, but you will definitely be infected with demonic energy, have you tasted that feeling?"

Mo Xuanfang has not only tasted it, but his mortal roots in Desire Sea Nietian are simply demons superimposed on demons. If Wei Qing hadn't been there, he might have fallen into demons already.He pondered for a while, then nodded slightly: "Do you have a way out of trouble?"

"Yes, but the degree of difficulty is a bit high." Wei Qing frowned, "I'm afraid we need to fit together... Hey, hey, what are you doing? Are you not happy? I'm not happy, but you used force before. of……"

This time, the hand reaching Wei Qing's neck used a little strength, and Wei Qing panted, "In this world, there are always people who don't like to hear others finish their sentence. If you stop me from talking, we don't fit well." , Is it okay to have a joint burial? Just die here."

Mo Xuanfang snorted coldly, withdrew his hand, but did not speak.

At this time, a clear female voice suddenly came from outside the dust whisk: "Xiao Wei, you have been lying in bed for eight days, and you still feel dizzy, can't you get up?"

"Yingluo?" Wei Qing jumped up and looked up at the direction of the voice, with a happy expression on his face.

Only then did Mo Xuanfang remember that his false body transformed from a beard of Fuchen and half a strand of Wei Qing's hair was still lying in Shangzhi Hall, and Fuchen must have followed the smell, and was near the false body , so the two of us could sense Yingluo in the whisk.

Wei Qing said: "It's all right now, there is hope to go out."

He turned around and pulled Mo Xuanfang: "Hurry up, we two fit together... It's not really a fusion, it's a cultivation base fusion, just point it out, give me your spiritual power, and take you out when I destroy the world. It happens that Yingluo will escort us."

"Give you the spiritual power of the deity?"

"Yeah, won't you?"

"You and I are different from immortals and demons. Excessive spiritual power will damage your spiritual body."

"Don't be reluctant to part with your spiritual power. You have transitioned well before. Don't worry, I have a special physique and I can do it... Hey, why are you staring at me? Hurry up, or the whisk will run away later, who knows?" Escort us."

As soon as the words fell, Wei Qing suddenly felt a soft breeze on his face, blocked by a soft coldness on his lips.

Mo Xuanfang, you old dog...

Wei Qing kicked and kicked, and suddenly remembered that Mo Xuanfang was unconscious before, and he didn't know how to transfer spiritual power to himself. Could it be that he saw the teeth marks on his mouth and thought it was mouth to mouth?