Immortal Venerable who cultivates ruthless Tao is pregnant with my cub

"What I want is your willingness."

These days, the boats and cars were exhausting, and one person fought out of the pile of ghosts with a sword and was exhausted physically. Although he failed to return to the Thirteen Continents in the end, Pu Huaijin was also seriously injured.

All kinds of nourishing medicines were continuously sent to Chenghuan Palace, and after several days of bed rest, her complexion almost recovered.

During the period, Daitong came to visit, and also sent a 300-year-old elixir. Pu Huaijin nodded in gratitude, and asked by the way whether Pei Muzhi would punish her after the worship ceremony.

Daitong knew that he was caring about herself. After all, the master handed over the person to her and let him bring it back to Shenzhu Palace, but he was robbed by the people of Xianmen on the way. According to the master's temperament, he would be furious , vented his anger on her.

But Dai Tong shook her head.

"At that time, the master was indeed extremely angry, and in addition, the Yunzhu orb was stolen...but he did not punish his subordinates."

Pu Huaijin lowered her eyes, as long as she didn't get punished, Daitong never neglected him during his time in the Demon Realm, if she was punished because of herself, she would really feel bad.

But thinking about it, it seems so.

According to his observation, although Daitong and Qinglan are both Pei Muzhi's subordinates, Pei Muzhi treats them very differently.When Qinglan made a mistake, Pei Muzhi was never soft-hearted when she should be punished, but Daitong was rarely punished.

Out of curiosity, Pu Huaijin also asked casually: "Did you follow him since childhood?"

Originally, the meaning was very simple, but Daitong heard the ambiguity, she quickly waved her hands to explain: "No, no, no, Xianjun, don't misunderstand, the subordinates and superiors are only masters and servants, there is nothing else."

Seeing her panic-stricken appearance, Pu Huaijin knew that she was thinking wildly, and sighed softly: "Don't be nervous, I'm just asking casually."

Hearing this sentence, Daitong breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "The father of this subordinate was once a demon general under Mozun Emperor. They joined forces to kill the lord, but it was the father of the subordinate who brought the lord out with all his might, maybe the lord was looking for his father's sake, so he spared the subordinates."

Pu Huaijin lowered her eyes, so that's the case, then Pu Huaijin is not a person who kills indiscriminately, at least she still remembers these kindnesses.

Although she had explained clearly, Dai Tong still felt uneasy, and after thinking about it, she added a few words: "It's not just the subordinates, there is also Qing Lan, who was originally the worst monster in the Blood Prison, who was appreciated by the Lord by chance and promoted As a demon general, the servants of the master never ask."

"Ah."

Pu Huaijin responded lightly, not knowing what was going on in her heart.

As soon as his body got better, Pu Huaijin was surprised to find that his lower abdomen was much more swollen than before, and the little guy inside began to exert strength, as if he wanted to grow back everything that had been suppressed a few days ago.

His figure is not as light as before, not to mention, even his movements are a little slow, and now no matter how loose the clothes are, he may not be able to cover them.

However, compared to the avoidance and refusal to accept before, the mood is much calmer now.

He was originally a drop of five radiant glass water in a Bodhisattva's clean bottle, which was pure and clear, and was enlightened by the Bodhisattva. Because of his spiritual consciousness, he was born with more veins than others, and was accepted as a disciple by the sage Taishang Wangqing.

The master told him from the very beginning that the purest and clearest body, even though it is a male body, can conceive and give birth to offspring.At first Pu Huaijin didn't take it seriously, he cultivated the way of ruthlessness, these things have nothing to do with him, and there is no need to worry about them.

Nor did he expect the series of events that followed.

During this period of cultivation, Pei Muzhi would come every day, but the two of them rarely talked, probably because they were afraid of embarrassing themselves and annoying each other.

Today Pu Huaijin was the same as usual. After drinking the soup, he started to feel sleepy. He lay on the bed and took a nap. When he woke up, the magic cultivator waiting at the gate of Chenghuan Hall had already been waiting for a long time.

The people inside were resting, and he didn't dare to disturb them rashly. He didn't dare to tell them until they woke up. He was ordered by the honor seat to ask the fairy to go to the main hall.

Just after waking up, her head was still a little dizzy, Pu Huaijin responded lightly, and got up from the bed.

Led by Moxiu, he came to the main hall, turned into the door, and found many people standing inside, most of them were disciples of various sects of the Immortal Sect, their hands were tied behind their backs, and their robes were stained with dust and mud. It wasn't a good time in the dungeon, but he still looked like he would rather give up than surrender.

Pei Muzhi leaned on the high seat, propping his chin with one hand, as if waiting for someone.

After seeing a white figure appearing in front of the palace gate, his eyes lit up, he sat upright, and waved to him with a lazy smile: "Come, come to me."

Hearing Pei Muzhi speak suddenly, the rest of the hall also looked in the direction of his speech.

"Immortal Venerable...?"

One of the Xianmen disciples was confused.

Watching their eyes turn from astonishment and shock, to disappointment, and finally bow their heads in frustration, their previous efforts to rescue fell short, and their silence became a joke.

Pu Huaijin's expression was calm, as if he didn't care about the complicated thoughts in their hearts at the moment, and just looked at the people in the high seat.

Pei Muzhi looked at him with a smile: "Why, do you want me to go down to invite you in person?"

After the words fell, and after a long silence, Pu Huaijin stepped up and walked straight in his direction under the eyes of everyone.

The expressions of the disciples of the immortal sect changed immediately. They thought that the immortal would resist to the death and confront the demon god to the end, but he did so after the demon god said a few words, and he surrendered.

Immediately, the disappointment on his face was replaced by anger, which was indisputable.

Pu Huaijin turned a blind eye to all this.

Since he was allowed to come, this is what Pei Muzhi wanted to see. If he resisted now, it would only add fun to him, so why bother?

Walking up the stairs and coming to his side, Pei Mu put his arms around Pu Huaijin's waist and asked him to sit down beside him. Looking sideways at his pale face, some blood finally appeared: "Your complexion has improved a lot."

Pu Huaijin looked cold and did not respond.

"I have something for you."

As Pei Muzhi said, he spread out his palms, and a crystal-clear scale was threaded through both ends with a braided red string to make a necklace.With the other hand, he picked up the scales from his palm, placed them in front of Pu Huaijin and made gestures, then wrapped his arms around his neck and put them on for him.

Pu Huaijin looked down at the beautiful scales, and was slightly taken aback: "What is this for?"

Pei Muzhi withdrew his hand, curled his lips and said with a smile: "You are the first one who can pull out the Lilong Nilin and is still alive. Shouldn't this be rewarded?"

These words made Pu Huaijin confused for a moment, whether Pei Muzhi was still angry and tore off his Ni Lin in desperation that day, or really felt that such an act was admirable.

Pu Huaijin frowned, and raised his hand to take off the dragon scale and return it to him. Before he touched it, Pei Muzhi grabbed his wrist and put it back to his side.

He turned his head to the people beside him, his voice was very soft, and he concealed his excitement: "Don't take it off once you put it on, as long as you have the ability, even if you pull off all the scales on this seat, This seat is also very happy to make it into fairy clothes and armor."

Although the people below couldn't understand the meaning of the conversation between them, they always felt that the relationship between the two was a bit weird.

A group of captured disciples of the immortal sect, although they saw how fortunate they were, the Huaqing Immortal Venerable who was finally rescued was captured by the Demon God, and their hearts were entangled. In the end, their admiration for the Immortal Venerable was even higher. A disciple boldly shouted angrily: "The devil, let the immortal go!"

Somebody stood out, and the rest of the disciples were angry from their hearts, and they all pointed their finger at Pei Muzhi, the chief culprit, and condemned him one after another.

Pei Muzhi smiled, glanced at the disciples who were filled with righteous indignation, and returned to Pu Huaijin: "I called you here today to let you have a look. Right now, these are the people from the Xianmen who were captured on the day of the offering ceremony. Here it is, a lot.”

Let him watch it for no reason, Pu Huaijin knew that Pei Muzhi's purpose would never be so simple.

"What do you want to do?" Pu Huaijin asked.

Pei Muzhi said frankly, "I naturally want to kill them."

The two sides fell silent, and Pu Huaijin's face darkened.

This sentence also spread to the ears of all the Xianmen disciples present. They were ready to die from the day they were captured. Unexpectedly, Pei Muzhi ordered his subordinates to put them in the dungeon, and did not take their lives. But this is not a good thing. The desire to die and the instinct to survive collide fiercely. For them, this kind of suffering is not as good as death.

"But they don't have to die." Pei Muzhi raised his eyebrows, approached Pu Huaijin, and whispered the second half of the sentence: "As long as you obey me once, I will let someone go, how about it?"

The voice was so low that only they could hear each other.

The people at the bottom didn't know, so they only saw Pei Muzhi close to his ear and said something, Pu Huaijin suddenly turned his head to look at him, his eyes were like icy blades.

Pei Muzhi's face was innocent: "Don't look at me with such eyes, whether you want to save people, how many people you want to save, all depends on the immortal."

Pu Huaijin pursed her lower lip tightly. Pei Muzhi was threatening him with the lives of these immortal disciples and forcing him to submit.

Then, he said coldly: "The devil god is omnipotent, so why ask me?"

Pei Muzhi smiled and shook his head: "It's so boring to keep a cold face and be unwilling. What I want is your willingness."

After a pause, he said in an extremely ambiguous voice: "Seeing a beautiful woman with affectionate eyebrows and eye movements is not much more interesting than covering an ice cube."

Although he didn't want to say it clearly, Pei Muzhi admitted in his heart that it was indeed because of the cloud and rain a few days ago, and he knew the taste by eating the marrow.

Pu Huaijin lowered her eyes, unable to see the emotion in her eyes clearly.

Pei Muzhi didn't have much patience, and urged: "Have you thought about it, Xianzun?"

"I……"

When he finally opened his mouth to answer, Pei Muzhi's eyes were filled with anticipation, but before Pu Huaijin could finish speaking, he was interrupted by someone outside the door.

The two raised their heads together and looked towards the door, only to see four demon attendants walking in carrying an iron cage, and the people in the middle of the hall couldn't help but part to the two sides to make way for them.

And the person locked in the cage was Chen Xuan who had disappeared that day.

In front of other disciples of Xianmen, he was locked in a cage like a wild animal and carried out.

Pu Huaijin clenched his hands into fists and frowned.

Pei Muzhi also raised his eyes curiously, what exactly were they planning to bring Chen Xuan into the hall suddenly.

The iron cage was slowly lowered to the ground, and there was a muffled sound. One of the demon servants took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, His Majesty the Demon Emperor said that he needs to go back to deal with something in the Demon Realm. First, send him to Shenzhu Palace." Already, when the matter is settled, His Majesty the Demon Emperor will come over and dissect this man's heart personally, to add to the fun of the honored seat."

"Well, yes."

Pei Muzhi agreed readily, as if in the eyes of their monsters, killing people for their hearts is nothing more than a common thing.

"Thank you, honorable seat."

The demon waiter didn't retreat in a hurry, as if he still had something to say, he clapped his hands, and another cage of the same size and texture was lifted up, but the cage was empty.

The demon waiter smiled flatteringly and said: "Your Majesty the Demon Emperor has always kept in mind what you mentioned by chance a few days ago, and specially ordered someone to tailor this iron cage for Huaqing Immortal Venerable, and sent it to his subordinates. Your Honor accepts it with a smile."

At that moment, Pei Muzhi could clearly feel that the aura of the people beside him suddenly dropped to freezing point.

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