Every day with the protagonist, I lose my morals

Shen Mojue jumped away in a jerk, staring at the demon opposite him with wide eyes.Sure enough, the demon began to involuntarily pick off the clothes of his backer.

He's meow!Shen Mojue's hair blew up, if his master backer came to his senses and found that he was naked, and the culprit was himself, he would be cut to death in minutes!

So he rushed over and hugged Lang Yanshu fiercely, but his feet slipped, and he threw himself out, hitting Lang Yanshu's chest fiercely.

Lang Yanshu was knocked out by him and hit the ground. Like him, his head also hit a rock.

Both of them were dizzy. When Shen Mojue got up from Lang Yanshu, the effective time of the skill had passed. He was slightly relieved. When he met Lang Yanshu's gaze, he saw that Lang Yanshu's eyes were clear and clear, It seemed to be chaotic just now, and it was the indifferent and alienated light that he was familiar with.

"Brother Lang?" Shen Mojue tried to call him.

Lang Yanshu nodded slightly, suddenly twisted his body, pushed Shen Mojue away, and rushed out.

Shen Mojue turned his head and saw the snow particles splashing all over the sky, like catkins flying, Lang Yanshu's Tsing Yi hem was raised high, and was blown wildly by the wind. He was kneeling on one knee with a stern expression, holding someone's neck in his hands , the man's body was translucent, and it could be vaguely seen that he was a young man.

Shen Mojue crawled over: "Is he a demon?"

Lang Yanshu nodded, exerting some strength in his hand, Yao let out a muffled groan from his throat, with a very painful expression on his face.

Shen Mojue felt that he was hateful and pitiful. For a moment, he didn't know whether to hate him or sympathize with him. He sighed softly and said to Lang Yanshu in a low voice: "Boss, I, I don't think it is necessary to kill them all. You also said that if your hands are stained with blood , the Heavenly Tribulation will be much heavier, anyway, he is powerless to harm us anymore, so let him go."

Lang Yanshu turned to look at him for a while, and said, "Okay, just listen to Xiaojue."

Letting go of the demon in his hand, the demon hurriedly crawled away as if it had been pardoned.

"He is an illusion of obsession. Even if I let him go, he won't live long." Lang Yanshu said suddenly.

"That's his fate too, there's no other way, we can only do this." Shen Mojue rubbed the back of his head depressedly, he was still dizzy from the impact, his body was covered with snow particles, he stood up, patted clap.

Lang Yanshu also stood up, and saw two red lines hanging under his nose, and his face was bruised and purple, but he himself was not much better, and there were still dark circles around his eyes from being beaten by the brat, which was hot The pain in his head was even more painful, but it was the impact that knocked the demon's consciousness out of his mind.

"Miss Lu also fell off just now." Shen Mojue said with a worried face.

Lang Yanshu took out a handkerchief to him, and handed him two pills together, and comforted him softly: "Miss Lu's cultivation base is not low, and nothing will happen. You and I will look for it separately. If there is news, Contact me with a sound transmission."

Shen Mojue nodded: "Yes."

Suddenly, Lang Yanshu paused.

Shen Mojue's scalp was numb, and he called him weakly: "Boss?"

Lang Yanshu glanced down at his clothes, with doubts in his eyes.

Shen Mojue immediately said loudly: "Your clothes were accidentally scratched when you rolled down just now." He pulled his own clothes, "Look, mine was also scratched, and my clothes are all in disarray."

Lang Yanshu rubbed his eyebrows, frowned, still full of doubts: "But my memory doesn't seem to be like this, I seem to have done something stupid just now."

"Absolutely not!" Shen Mojue swore to the sky.

Lang Yanshu rubbed his head and said, "Forget it, let's talk to Miss Lu first, and we'll talk about it later."

Shen Mojue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and split up with him to find Lu Yueli, and secretly prayed that he would find Lu Yueli first, so that he could be a hero to save the beauty and bring the goddess back.

But obviously his luck was not very good.

Lu Yueli came back from the back of Langyan's book. She fell hard, her face was snow-white, and her messy hair covered most of her cheeks. She lay limp on the back of Langyan's book, as if she had passed out. Weak, but also weak and captivating.

With an idiot face, Shen Mojue followed Lang Yanshu step by step, brushed away Lu Yueli's hair with his hands, wiped her cheeks with a handkerchief, and sighed softly in his heart, the skin is so good.

Fortunately, there were still some pills left. It took the three of them three days to walk out of the polar ice abyss.

When he arrived at the Zixiao faction, he met the head of the sect, and after returning Lu Yueli, Lang Yanshu borrowed a training room from them.

"What do you want the practice room for?" Shen Mojue was puzzled.

Lang Yanshu was speechless, did this guy forget that he swallowed Xue Po so quickly?As soon as Xue Po was mentioned, Shen Mojue immediately remembered it, and showed a bitter face.

He didn't forget that the thing was hard and hard to swallow, and his stomach was still in a panic.

Shen Mojue was full of worry: "Will someone die?"

Lang Yanshu smiled: "No one will die."

Shen Mojue breathed a sigh of relief.

"But you will have a wonderful experience." Lang Yanshu added another sentence.

Shen Mojue's heart lifted: "What experience?"

Lang Yanshu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."

Shen Mojue followed behind him, muttering, "Can you stop being so black-bellied?"

……

……

It has been half a month since he came out of the training room, Shen Mojue came out refreshed, and behind him was a slightly tired Lang Yanshu.

In order to help the stinky boy devour the heart of red flame and snow soul, he spent a lot of energy, but at least it was not in vain. It is the first step on the road to becoming a god.

However, thinking of the protagonist in the practice room opening his mouth to breathe fire, Lang Yanshu wanted to beat him and rub him, how stupid this guy is... cute.

Lang Yanshu laughed, and told him seriously that the fire is not like this.

Shen Mojue was a little disappointed that he couldn't open his mouth to breathe fire like a fire-breathing dragon, and asked how to breathe fire with a look of curiosity, and Lang Yanshu taught him how to use Chiyan.

The stinky boy is quite clever, he learned it in a few clicks, and successfully snapped his fingers, a cluster of small flames popped up.As for the action of snapping the fingers, the protagonist explained that he thought it was cool and cool.

Lang Yanshu is speechless.

After the little flame burst out, the protagonist mastered it and used the same method to mobilize the snow soul in his body, forming a piece of ice to envelop the fire.

Lang Yanshu really didn't know whether to praise him for being smart or call him slippery.This guy is sometimes stupid and irritating, and sometimes cunning like a monkey, and he learns everything.

In short, this time I wasted a lot of time in the Zixiao faction, and it's time to go back to Fenglai Mountain. There are still three months before the sword appreciation meeting. Lang Yan looked at Shen Mojue with complicated expressions.

In three months, he will be wandering around the world with this guy, and start all kinds of days of fighting monsters, brushing dungeons and upgrading.

Sensing his gaze, Shen Mojue turned his head to look at him. Seeing his tired face, he was very guilty. He came over and suggested, "Why don't you go back here after resting for a night?"

Lang Yanshu shook his head: "We have delayed too many days this time, we must go back as soon as possible."

Shen Mojue sighed: "It's all my fault. I dragged you down. I'm sorry, boss."

Lang Yanshu rubbed his head habitually.

Shen Mojue was a head shorter than him, so he had to look up to meet his gaze. After successfully devouring the heart of Chi Yan, his face changed back to the original rosy face.

After saying goodbye to the head of the Zixiao faction, the two boarded the flying boat.Shen Mojue was lying on the edge of the flying boat, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at Lu Yueli who was standing next to the head of the sect reluctantly.

Lang Yanshu said sourly: "My eyes are almost glued to Miss Lu."

Shen Mojue sighed: "If it's possible, I really wish I could dig out this pair of eyeballs and stick them to Miss Lu, so that I can always see the goddess."

Suddenly a warm palm covered his eyes, and his eyes were suddenly dark.Shen Mojue was puzzled: "Boss, what are you doing?"

"To help you fulfill your wish, I dug out this pair of eyeballs for you and gave them to Miss Lu."

"No!" Shen Mojue's heart tightened, he reached out to grab his hand, and said nervously: "I'm just joking, if these eyes are gone, how can I see beauties in the future!"

Lang Yanshu: "..."

Shen Mojue pushed away his hand, leaned in front of him, and looked at his face carefully.

He felt a little uncomfortable reading the Langyan book, and couldn't help asking, "What are you reading?"

"Look at your complexion." I stretched out my hand to touch it, and felt it was slippery, meowing, my skin was actually better than that of other girls, I was really envious and jealous.

Lang Yanshu's face flushed slightly, and he coughed awkwardly to cover it up.

Shen Mojue sat back and murmured, "Your complexion has improved a lot, but let's take some pills. Boss, you have consumed too much spiritual power these days." Take it out, put it in the palm of your hand, and hand it to the Langyan book.

Lang Yanshu glanced at him, and said softly, "Hey Xiaojue."

Hey, hey.Shen Mojue picked up the pill with two fingers and brought it to his lips.

Lang Yanshu opened his mouth, his tongue slipped over his fingertips, a hot and humid feeling created an inexplicable ambiguity, which made Shen Mojue's face turn red.

He quickly turned his head to blow the wind to dissipate heat.

Lang Yanshu looked down at the fingertips he had licked calmly, his eyes darkened.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

However, it is indeed as Shen Mojue said, Lang Yanshu has consumed too much spiritual power these days, and he has not had a good rest. It will take half a day to take a flying boat from the Zixiao faction to Fenglai City, so he plans to take advantage of this time to close the book. Rest your eyes for a while, so as not to look bad when you go back, and be chased by your parents and ask questions.

After an unknown amount of time, Lang Yanshu opened his eyes, and saw Shen Mojue and Mao Mao lying side by side on the edge of the flying boat.

"What are you looking at?" Lang Yanshu was curious.

Shen Mojue turned to look at him, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Boss, you're awake." However, his expression was still a little worried.

Lang Yanshu didn't know what he was worried about, so he asked him what happened.

The author has something to say: [The copy of Zixiao faction ends]

Drop equipment: a spiritual pet, a heart of red flames, a snow soul, activate the foodie skill, and harvest a CP heart