Turn the villain into a sweetie

After a short rest by the river, Yu Bolan felt that his physical strength had almost recovered, so he stood up and walked towards the town.

After walking not far, I saw a sign standing in front of me: Qinghe Town.

It is a place not mentioned in the original text.

He thought so subconsciously.

But the next moment, he realized how ridiculous his thoughts were.

He patted his head, twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Oops, it's really... the plot of the original text, it obviously has nothing to do with him, what is he still thinking here.

With this in mind, he walked into Qinghe Town.

A place like Qinghe Town, as soon as you step in, you will know that it is a completely different place from Haicheng. The down-and-out streets are so short of the words "backcountry" engraved on both sides.

It is very similar to Yu Bolan's situation now.

It feels like a dream...

The heart-piercing pain when the data was extracted is still vivid in his memory, but he still can't believe that he has regained his freedom just like that?

Either way.

Now that he was penniless, he picked up a stone on the ground, shook it in his hand, and then activated his ability to try to convert it into a spirit stone, but after a while, there were only some stones left in his hand. Lingshi powder, when the wind blows, it will disperse.

It still doesn't work.

The most urgent task now is to open up the spiritual veins. When he can use the spiritual power, he can open the ring. With the capital, all problems can be solved by then.

Yu Bolan's thinking was quite clear.

It's just... in this kind of place, how can there be any means to open up the spiritual veins?

I am afraid that there is not even a monk.

There were some small vendors on both sides of the street. He walked into a tea shop and asked the shopkeeper some questions.

During this period, he was so cheeky that he didn't buy a cup of tea under the expectant look of the shopkeeper.Fortunately, the shopkeeper was nice and answered all his questions truthfully.

He thanked the shopkeeper, bowed, and left under the complicated eyes of the shopkeeper.

No way, no money means no money.

He just made some supplies by the small river, and he is in good condition now, and he has no desire to eat.

Thinking of this, he found a shady place, didn't dislike it, and sat on the ground directly, sorting out the information he just got.

This is a border town, and most of the residents in the town are ordinary people without spiritual veins, and the small number of monks are at most little monks in the Qi training period.

But it was also these monks who, relying on their own cultivation, oppressed the common people and became the overlord of this small town.

The shopkeeper also mentioned something to Yu Bolan, saying that the monk was lustful, and he was not afraid of men and women, and those he fell in love with did not end well.

In fact, it is reasonable for monks to have any contact with ordinary people, but because these monks are too humble and Qinghe Town is too remote, no one cares about them.

According to the store's description just now, these qi training monks are doing harm to one party and bullying men and women, which is not a good thing.

It seems impossible to point them to find a channel to open the spiritual veins.

It seemed that Qinghe Town could not stay any longer.

He estimated in his heart, and went back to ask if there was any larger town nearby.

Although he had been in the world of cultivating immortals for a while, because he was so focused on Huai Mo, he knew very little about cultivating immortals, let alone starting from scratch now.But he knew that it would be extremely difficult for mortals to enter the realm of cultivating immortals.

Most of the monks in the world of cultivating immortals now come from aristocratic families.

He vaguely remembered that when he first came to the world of cultivating immortals, he was a small handyman in the immortal sect. At that time, his goal was to complete the task as soon as possible, and then leave the world of cultivating immortals to become a small businessman in the mortal world.

It's good now, and I racked my brains to join the world of cultivating immortals.

Yu Bolan laughed a little and shook his head.

Well, no rush.

Huai Mo, he will see him sooner or later.

He couldn't bear to keep his Taoist companion waiting too long.

Thinking of this, he leaned back and looked at the blue sky.

But the next moment, a shadow appeared in front of his eyes.

He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the people in front of him.

The leader was a fat man in yellow clothes, the flesh on his face was crowded together, making his eyes look pitifully small, and his face was full of bumps, adding a touch of wretchedness.

Yu Bolan glanced at it, saw the fearful expressions on the faces of the people around him, and also saw the haughty expressions on the faces of the people around him, and he probably knew it in his heart.

It seems that this guy is a monk from Qinghe Town. It seems that he is really not very good.

He raised his head and looked at them blankly: "What's the matter?"

He doesn't want to waste time with these people, if he fights, if the other party is only in the Qi training period, he may not lose.

After all, his fighting instinct for so many years is still there.

After the fat man saw his face clearly, he narrowed his small eyes, suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist, and used the tip of the sword to pick up Yu Bolan's chin.

"This is, the handsome man you told me about, who just came in today?" Fatty Huang whistled, "He looks really good, take him back."

A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks next to him smiled all over his face: "Okay, okay, master, just wait, I'll take him back right away."

Having said that, he turned around and looked down at Yu Bolan: "Tsk, you are lucky, it is your blessing to be regarded by the master, and you will not have to worry about eating and drinking in the future! Our master is about to Cultivators who have broken through the Foundation Establishment, if they are acquainted, follow me obediently, and don't force us to be rough!"

Yu Bolan blinked: Huh?

Where is this going?

Opposite this is, have you taken a fancy to his beauty?

what?

He touched his face subconsciously, and for a moment, he didn't hold back, and smiled.

"I'm sorry," he stood up, still looking polite, "As for me, I already have an owner, that one has a bad temper, I don't dare mess around with this kind of thing."

The tone was a dark show off, which sounded a little beating.

"What did you say?" The skinny monkey blew his beard and stared angrily when he heard the words, and waved his hand behind him, "Fuck me, tie this guy back to the master!"

Yu Bolan didn't like fighting, and the opponent was a monk.

That being said, when he really started, his movements were quite clean and neat, and he quickly dealt with the three little followers.

It seemed that, except for the skinny monkey who had a little cultivation, the rest of the servants were all mortals, and the skinny monkey had no combat experience, and he was no match for Yu Bolan.

Yu Bolan picked up a chair and used it as a self-defense tool.

He looked at the fat yellow man.

Fatty Huang still smiled obscenely at him, stuck out his tongue, and licked his lips: "You have personality, I like it, and I will definitely cherish you tonight."

Having said that, he drew out his sword, and that sword didn't look like a good magic weapon either.

A look of annoyance flashed across Yu Bolan's eyes, and after all, he still fought with him.

He raised a chair and attacked, the chair was broken and replaced with a table, and the table was broken, so he picked up a wooden barrel from the street and threw it at the opponent's face.

Under his seemingly chaotic offensive, the opponent really retreated steadily.

Qi training monks are no better than ordinary people.

Yu Bolan didn't want to fight with him, and when the situation was almost over, he planned to withdraw and leave.

But just when he was about to turn around, a familiar black mist suddenly crossed the sky and fell straight down.

Yu Bolan maintained the posture of turning around, and froze there for a while.

Isn't this scene...

That fat yellow man who has suffered such a shame and humiliation, saw that he was not moving, he didn't care about who was beautiful or not, so he attacked him with a sword.

Yu Bolan didn't notice it for a while, but still dodged subconsciously, but it was still a step too late, the sword scratched his shoulder.

If he dodged and took another step slower, he might be pierced through the shoulder.

He looked at the fat man with complicated eyes, and silently put incense on him in his heart.

you are done.

The next moment, the entire street was shrouded in black mist, and people's exclamations came from all around.

Yu Bolan couldn't see anything, but he wasn't worried at all.

The next moment, he felt a sweet and soft little guy squeezed into his arms.

"Alan..." Huai Mo grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, his eyes were a little red, and his voice was trembling, "Where have you been... I'm so scared, I'm really scared..."

Yu Bolan paused, his eyes were a bit complicated, he pursed his lips, then gently embraced Huai Mo's waist, lowered his head, and kissed his forehead: "It's all right."

Thin.

He put his arms around Huai Mo's thin waist, thinking so.

The passage of time in the system space is different from that of the outside world. The time he spent in the system space, in his opinion, only passed two or three days, but the outside world has already passed a full five years.

Although the system space can see the situation of Huai Mo, but because of the unequal time, he can only see the general situation.

All he knew was that his Huai Xiaomo had become so powerful that he could only look up to him.

But what happened to the little guy who was crying silently in his arms now?

The majestic Dual Saint Sword Master, what does he look like, what does he look like.

"Okay," he sighed, held Huai Mo's face in his hands, wiped his tears, and kissed the end of his eyes, "Why are you crying, am I not here?"

Huai Mo's voice twitched and breathed: "You...you..."

Couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Yu Bolan, who is used to rhetoric, was at a loss for a while.

He had never seen Huai Mo like this.

Although now he feels a little hot at the end of his eyes.

But he controlled it, and just lowered his head, gently rubbing Huai Mo's hair.

Huai Mo didn't move, but hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Because the hug was too tight, he accidentally strangled Yu Bolan's wound, causing him to "hiss" in pain.

Startled, Huai Mo quickly let go of him, and looked at his wound in a panic.

After seeing the blood splattered from the wound, Huai Mo's eyes darkened, his aura froze, he turned his head and looked at Fatty Huang.

Fatty Huang had sensed that the form was wrong a long time ago, and wanted to take the opportunity to sneak away, but when he met Huai Mo's red eyes, he was frightened to death.

Huai Mo stretched out his hand to him.

Yu Bolan pursed his lips.

This is the mortal world after all, Huai Mo is no better than those little monks, if he makes a rash move, he may cause trouble to his upper body.

Thinking of this, he gently hugged the violent little guy, held his wrist from behind, leaned into his ear and said, "Look at me more... Huai Xiaomo."

Huai Mo's breath was suffocated, and he suddenly let go of his strength.

It became soft again.