After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

"What did you say?" Wei Qing was taken aback. Did they know all about him?

While pushing and shoving, several senior sisters from the Xiaoyao Palace came, also wearing red shirts and skirts, holding red wedding gowns and red hijabs in their hands, and pulled Wei Qing with a smile: "Go, senior sister will take you to freshen up and dress up, listen Said that the suzerain can't wait, you don't hurry up."

Wei Qing blushed, for a moment he didn't know whether to defend himself, but when he thought of Mo Xuanfang, his heart was sweet for no reason, so he had to be dragged towards the side hall.

When he left, he saw a man with silver hair and red clothes sitting on the main seat of the main hall, holding a club-like weapon made of black iron at a slant in his hand, looking at him with a smile, but it was the owner of Xiaoyao Hall Zhou quiet.

Wei Qing's heart skipped a beat, Zhou You——

Shouldn't he be guarding the Soul Sealing Array of Seven Emotions, chasing and killing himself and Mo Xuanfang.

Thinking of this, Wei Qing's heart turned cold, but the brothers and sisters around him were still surrounded by him and went to the side hall, with endless laughter in his ears.

He pushed away a senior sister beside him, and shouted: "If you want to kill, kill it. I'm not afraid of you, but what are you doing now? You're playing with me, right? After all, they are all Ziyun Sect disciples, even if you play tricks on me, don't insult Mo Xuanfang."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, but the brothers and sisters in Xiaoyao Palace stared wide-eyed, and all looked at Wei Qing in disbelief.

A brother said: "Little brother, where do you say that? How dare we insult the suzerain, are we going to die?"

Another senior sister said: "Little brother, it's just a joke. You're saying that we offended you there? You've worked so hard to arrange a happy event for you, but you blame us. If the suzerain gets angry, no one here will feel better." .”

"That's right, Junior Brother, don't harm us."

"I think the younger brother is just playing with us, let's go, don't delay the auspicious time, when the time comes, we will really be punished."

Wei Qing's head was about to explode, and he felt his ears buzzing, and felt that he couldn't speak to them with ten mouths.

In my heart, I hoped that all this was true, but for a while I couldn't tell which was true and which was false, and my legs couldn't help but followed them and walked forward.

After a while, Wei Qing was pushed down on the seat by them. Several people combed his hair and washed his face, and changed into a bright red wedding robe.

Wei Qing looked at himself in the mirror, and remembered that when he went out with Mo Xuanfang, he seemed to choose the same style for himself, and his heart suddenly jumped up.

So filled with happiness.

From worshiping to entering the bridal chamber, Wei Qing was immersed in a kind of dreamlike ecstasy.

Was he really married to Mo Xuanfang?

Looking at the profile of the person next to the pillow, his heart suddenly felt uneasy again.

Stretching his head over and rubbing against Mo Xuanfang's ear, Wei Qing said in a low voice, "Honestly, since when did you have the wrong idea to fall in love with me?"

"Let me think about it." Mo Xuanfang turned around and hugged him into his arms: "It's a long story, I'm afraid I have to start with Hongying."

"Hongying?" Wei Qing looked up at Mo Xuanfang, "Isn't that the previous Dragon Lord? Today, why are you mentioning him?"

Mo Xuanfang sighed, and hugged Wei Qing even tighter: "I have many unspeakable secrets with him, every time I see you, I think of him."

Mo Xuanfang raised Wei Qing's chin as he spoke, looked at him obsessively, and lingered on his face: "Sometimes, I can't tell whether it's you or him... Hongying, where are you now? I really miss you." Thinking so hard..."

Wei Qing shuddered all over, and sat up abruptly, as if falling into an ice cave.

Mo Xuanfang frowned slightly, half propped up his body and hugged Wei Qing's waist: "What's wrong with you?"

"Am I very similar to Hongying?" Wei Qing said sullenly, turning his head away.

Mo Xuanfang's hand froze, resting on Wei Qing's body like a piece of cold jade, it slowly slid down after a while.

Wei Qing couldn't help but turned his head to look, and saw that Mo Xuanfang closed his eyes and breathed evenly, and he was already asleep.

"Scumbag..."

Wei Qing gritted his teeth, Mo Xuan's jade-like face under the red candle made him more and more annoyed.

Quietly jumping out of bed, Wei Qing took out a brush and ink from the room, and drew a big turtle on Mo Xuanfang's forehead.

Appreciating carefully, the tortoise was extremely ugly, and it was a perfect match with Mo Xuanfang's white skin, so he smiled with satisfaction, climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When the sky was getting dark, Wei Qing was awakened by a small sound.

Turning over, he saw that the pillow was empty, and the other half of the quilt was still warm, obviously Mo Xuanfang had just left.

And outside the blue and white window lattice, there were two figures.

The two were talking in a low voice, which was what woke Wei Qing up.

Wei Qing squatted under the window sill, only listening to a man laughing in a low voice for a long time, but his voice was indescribably familiar.

"Xuanfang, your forehead...hehe...don't blame me for laughing at you, why did you let that brat torture you like this?"

Mo Xuanfang obviously tried his best to endure, before he said after a while: "Then why don't you wipe it for me quickly."

Hearing this, Wei Qing's back felt cold, like a basin of ice water was poured from head to heels, and he stood up abruptly.

The man outside the window was indeed wiping Mo Xuanfang's forehead, and the two of them were almost touching each other with a very intimate gesture.

Wei Qing randomly grabbed a magic weapon from the Qiankun bag and threw it out.

There was only an "ouch" sound outside the window, and the man said, "Who?"

"Your father and me." Wei Qing unsheathed his long sword and flew out of the window.

But he saw a young man standing beside Mo Xuanfang. He was wearing a crown, covered in golden armor, was tall and had long legs, and had a very beautiful face. To Wei Qing's disbelief, he looked exactly like himself.

"You... who are you?" Wei Qing spat out a few words with difficulty.

The man looked at Wei Qing, instead of panicking, he smiled gracefully, turned around and said to Mo Xuanfang, "He's here, I should go, let's meet again some other day."

Wei Qing heard that his voice was no different from his own, and felt bitter. He charged forward with a sword, and the long sword passed straight through the man's back. The tip of the sword licked blood, dripping into the bluestone under his feet.

At the same time, a sharp pain came clearly from Wei Qing's abdomen.

He heard Mo Xuanfang's hoarse voice almost tearing apart: "Si Ying, don't..."

Wei Qing opened his mouth, the world spun, the world went backwards, he fell to the ground with his head up.

"Si Ying, wake up...you are in the illusion, in the illusion, wake up..."

Wei Qing raised his heavy eyelids, and saw Mo Xuanfang holding him and shaking, his eyes were filled with undisguised pain and worry.

"roll……"

Wei Qing slowly closed his eyes, the severe pain in his abdomen did not subside.

Suddenly, there was a sharp tingling pain between the eyebrows, Wei Qing let out a "hiss", and opened his eyes again.

Putting two fingers together, Mo Xuanfang pointed at the center of Wei Qing's eyebrows, forcing him to use the Purifying Mantra to break away from his spiritual consciousness. A biting coldness immediately swam through Wei Qing's body, forcing him to sit up clutching his stomach.

Wei Qing felt that his hands were sticky, looked down, and saw a deep wound on his abdomen was stretched open, and his hands were covered with blood.

"How did I get hurt? I don't remember, I don't remember anything..."

"Don't worry about the sword injury, quickly hold the mantra to meditate, and guard the Lingtai." Mo Xuanfang said, sitting cross-legged beside Wei Qing, also holding the mantra to protect him.

After a long time, Wei Qing finally woke up from the chaos.

The two were sitting in a gazebo, Wei Qing's abdominal wound was nearly healed, Mo Xuanfang fed him another elixir, held his right hand on his wrist, and injected spiritual power.

Wei Qing said: "Is this the Seven Emotions Sealing Soul Formation?"

He only felt that his body was much weaker than before, and he couldn't breathe when he spoke.

Mo Xuanfang nodded and said: "You are still inexperienced, so it's normal for you not to be able to bear these emotional changes. It's all my fault, too careless."

Wei Qing thought about the illusion just now, the feeling was too real, and he couldn't see any flaws at all, but he didn't expect that the person who was killed was himself.

After doing the math, he also experienced the four emotions of joy, jealousy, worry, and anger, and should have passed four levels.

"What about you? Are you okay?" Wei Qing looked up at Mo Xuanfang.

Thinking that everything that happened just now was just an illusion, he trembled slightly, and leaned even tighter on Mo Xuanfang.

Mo Xuanfang felt the change in his bosom, knew the pain Wei Qing was suffering, hugged him tightly in his bosom, and said softly: "Don't worry, my concentration is fine, nothing will happen. But you... What happened in that illusion, everything is just a dream, don't worry about it in your heart, otherwise, it will wear down your consciousness in the long run, do you remember?"

"Hmm..." Wei Qing leaned into Mo Xuanfang's arms and closed his eyes, "I feel so tired."

"Don't sleep..." Mo Xuanfang immediately shook Wei Qing, "Keep the Lingtai clear, I won't allow you to fall asleep again and get out of my consciousness."

Wei Qing had to force himself to sit upright: "Then let's have a chat, can you tell me about the past between you and Emperor Hongying?"

"What do you want to know?" Mo Xuanfang's tone was a little impatient.

The heavy feeling in Wei Qing's heart welled up again, and he said angrily: "Whether you like to talk or not, I don't want to know."

As he spoke, he pushed Mo Xuanfang away, and staggered out of the pavilion.

Suddenly, Mo Xuanfang called out from behind: "Si Ying!" The voice was extremely frightened.

Wei Qing was taken aback, and suddenly turned his head. There was no shadow of Mo Xuanfang behind him, but a piece of paper talisman fluttered down from the ground.

It was Mo Xuanfang's sound transmission talisman, and it was stamped with the suzerain's golden seal.

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Mo Xuanfang?Without white moonlight, I am wronged for my husband.