I ran away after slacking my apprentice

"The emperor's throne is vacant, and there is no master in the upper immortal world. Follow the laws of heaven and establish a new master."

Mo Yuan got up, and casually glanced at Murong Yan and Ning Jiwei, his eyes fell directly on Murong Yan with endless spiritual power.

"Shengqing has made great contributions in protecting the upper immortal world. Now he is the new emperor. I hope you will do your duty and follow the will of heaven."

After finishing speaking, Mo Yuan looked away. He didn't have any extra nostalgia for Ning Jiwei, the apprentice he had taken in. Instead, he bowed and hugged the weak Zejiu.

It was the first time Zejiu was treated like this by Mo Yuan, and he couldn't believe it for a moment, his eyes were surrounded by demonic energy, but his eyes were so surprised that it seemed that Mo Yuan was the one who was possessed by the demon.

Murong Yan was already suspicious of Mo Yuan's actions, but he privately thought that Mo Yuan was a god after all, and he would never favor others, but after a while, he realized that he was wrong.

Mo Yuan really wanted to take Ze Ji away from the imperial palace.

"Wait!" Murong Yan teleported over, blocking Mo Yuan's movement, "Tianzun, do you want to take him away?"

It's just that he took away the emperor's position from Zeyu, and it's too easy to punish him if he is guilty!

Mo Yuan turned his eyes away without emotion, "Is it not possible?"

Those words were so natural that not only Murong Yan, but even Ze Ji had the illusion of a stick in his throat.

Murong Yan said angrily: "He hurt my love. A few years ago, because of his own selfishness, he allowed his subordinates to lure them into demons, and even instigated the war between the demon world and the fairy world. Now he is trying to destroy the three worlds. It is unforgivable, how can Tianzun take him away for selfishness?"

Mo Yuan paused when he heard the words, and said slowly: "The war between the demon world and the fairy world is inevitable. Even if there is no him, the way of heaven predicts that there will be wars in a thousand years, so... the tens of thousands of souls who died in the past should not Count it on him."

As he said that, Mo Yuan's expression calmed down, "But it is an indisputable fact that he harmed Cheng Ming for his own sake, and he should be punished."

"Chengming is Tianzun's disciple, and Tianzun must have seen the suffering he has suffered for so many years." Murong Yan glanced at Zeyu resentfully, "Compared with Chengming's suffering, even Let him die tens of thousands of times and he will not be able to pay back!"

"Then let him die tens of millions of times!" Mo Yuan turned around, his expression was slightly cold, his eyes clearly showed no emotion, but Murong Yan's back felt chills when he saw it.

It was a horror that had gone through vicissitudes and moistened things silently.

With just one glance, even the spiritual power in the imperial palace became afraid.

A tiny buzzing sound.

Ze Ji shuddered in Mo Yuan's arms.

"From now on, Zejiu will have to be tortured every year. He will not die, but he will experience the pain of dying. From today, until ten thousand years, ten thousand years, I... will personally punish him."

For some reason, Murong Yan always felt that Mo Yuan was gnashing his teeth when he said this punishment, probably because he was reluctant.

But Tianzun has talked about this, the torture of going to death every year, not to mention that Mo Yuan personally executes it, this is much more painful than any other punishment for Zejiu.

"Then I hope Tianzun will do what he says." Murong Yan finally let go.

The eyes of the two met, and Mo Yuan seemed to sneer slightly under Murong Yan's firm gaze, and then Mo Yuan turned around without looking back.

The moment Kankan left the imperial palace, Mo Yuan heard a familiar call.

"Master."

Ning Jiwei stood shoulder to shoulder with Murong Yan, he looked at Mo Yuan's back, feeling a little reluctant for no reason.

Now that he remembered the past, he naturally remembered what Mo Yuan taught him after he was accepted as a disciple in the past.

Although Mo Yuan didn't teach him much, he often left the young him aside, neither cold nor hot, neither smiling nor angry, and even pushed him to the lower fairy world immediately after he became a fairy. But it is undeniable that Mo Yuan was the only one who accompanied Ning Jiwei during those hundreds of years.

Ning Jiwei still misses whether it is his master.

"Master, do you have anything to say to your disciples?"

Ning Jiwei can't see through Mo Yuan's temperament, he is always nothingness, like a light gust of wind, elusive and difficult to control, but Ning Jiwei knows that no matter what Mo Yuan does, he has his own reasons.

In the past, Ning Jiwei watched his disciple fall into a demon, and Ning Jiwei believed that Mo Yuan was also uncomfortable, but since Mo Yuan chose not to show up, he must have been restricted by some kind of restriction, and now he has to appear in the upper fairy world. Time to see you again.

Mo Yuan stopped in his footsteps. From Ze Ji's perspective, he could clearly see a trace of gentleness in Mo Yuan's eyes.

Although it is very shallow, it really exists, not as alienated and indifferent as Mo Yuan treats others.

Mo Yuan hooked his lips, and only said: "Treasure the person in front of you."

After speaking, Mo Yuan's figure disappeared from the spot.

When you come, you are calm, when you go, you are blissful.

Ning pursed his lips slightly, his eyes were a bit complicated.

"What's the matter?" Murong Yan turned around, looked seriously at Ning Jiwei's eyebrows, and raised his hand to comfort Ning Jiwei's side face, "Is it because you are reluctant to part with your master, or do you feel... Is the punishment too severe?"

Murong Yan rubbed Ning Ji's face lightly with his fingertips, "I know that his life would be worse than death if he was punished by the one he loves, but he hurt you, I really can't swallow this breath."

Whether it's Murong Changsheng, Chi Yu, or Zeyu, all of these people have harbored ill intentions towards Ning Jiwei. Since they hurt Ning Jiwei, Murong Yan will definitely make them pay the price!

"No." Ning Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, "Master, he... I didn't see him often when I was in the lower fairyland, and maybe I won't see him for tens of millions of years."

"As for Zejiu, I just think... what he has worked so hard to get after such a long circle is the result. This kind of obsession is really..."

Ning thought for a while, but didn't know how to describe Zeyu's temperament, so he had to give up.

Murong Yan was still waiting for Ning Jiwei's next sentence, but unexpectedly Ning Jiwei stopped speaking, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Anyway, that's the path Zeyu chose himself. He came from the light, but went from the darkness. He made his own choice, and he always has to bear the responsibility, but you..."

Murong Yan held Ning Jiwei's face in both hands, without the interference of the hostility from the underworld, Murong Yan was in a good mood at the moment, "I am now the emperor, the throne has never been vacant, but there is one person missing by my side."

"I... lack a wife."

The almost bewitching words made Ning Jiwei's face turn half red in an instant, "You...why did you suddenly say this..."

Ning Ji was slightly uncomfortable and wanted to turn his eyes away, but he couldn't prevent Murong Yan from lowering his head, pressing against his forehead, and sending the rest of his breath into his heart, "So... are you willing to be my empress?"

Damn it!Murong Yan's serious attitude... Ning Jiwei couldn't refuse at all!

"That..." Ning Jiwei felt his heart beating faster, and his chest was pounding, as if the heart was about to jump out.

Well, stop jumping!

Can't he compromise?

"Is it so easy to be an empress?" Ning Jiwei said in a very soft voice, "If I become an empress, will I still have to govern the fairyland for you? Besides, I haven't recovered my status as an emperor, isn't that against the rules? I can Is it inappropriate..."

Afterwards, the voice became smaller and smaller, Murong Yan interrupted him with a smile, "Impossible."

"You don't need to worry about the Upper Immortal Realm..."

Murong Yan's fingertips ran down Ning Jiwei's neck, and after a moment of trembling, he let go of his other hand contentedly, and put it on Ning Jiwei's waist.

"As for the identity of Xianjun, you don't have to worry..."

The restless hand around the waist tightened even more, pulling Ning Jiwei close to Murong Yan, an indescribable heat rose in both of them in an instant.

"You, feel at ease to be my... madam."

Murong Yan lowered his head, the tip of his tongue hooked Ning Jiwei's ear, and said the last two words lightly, as if biting his heart.

Itchy.

"Rogue..." Ning Jiwei's tone was unsteady, he was about to hit Murong Yan's hand when he was stabbed by Murong Yan's next movement, but Murong Yan grabbed his fingertips and kissed him lightly.

Kissing the fingertips was not enough, Murong Yan wanted to hug Ning Jiwei tightly and extend the kiss to a deeper place.

Such as the corners of the lips, such as the neck, or...

Murong Yan smiled maliciously, he saw that Ning Jiwei was sweating because of his unsteady breath.

The bright red at the end of the eyes is really attractive.

He hugged Ning Jiwei in his arms, and left the imperial palace in an instant, heading deep into the palace.