Floating like a dream · Chasing the heart

Mo Lan didn't smack it out of Yuanming's deep meaning, thinking that it's really not a problem to be trapped here all the time, why don't you give it a try.He didn't believe it anymore, a broken barrier could really trap him to death.

So, he raised his hand to catch the Mo Yuzan that Yuanming couldn't wait to throw over.The warm, black jade hairpin draws a dazzling mysterious light, and in Mo Lan's hands, it turns into a scimitar in its true form. It is bloodthirsty, and the fierce and wind-shattering air screams endlessly.In the next moment, Mo Lan sank his wrist, and the scimitar swung bloody light.

It was originally a supreme divine weapon, but due to the too-slaughtering, it has an ominous and ominous blood color, which is frightening to look at, and I always feel that if it is missing the restraint of those beautiful and clean hands, the knife can carry it An endless sea of ​​blood from hell, devouring the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon dimmed.

No matter what kind of person Mo Lan is, just the fact that he can control and control this evil scimitar with ease can convince everyone that he can't ignore him.

Yuanming had never seen the scene of Mo Lan fighting a bloody battle, and seeing the power and evil nature of the scimitar at this moment, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Mo Lan is indeed the only one who has the qualifications and ability to provoke the Xuanlong Shenjun.

But then, Yuanming stared at the transparent enchantment that trembled for a while and then returned to silence, and said to the stunned buddies in the hall with great insight: "Your posture must be wrong, you can try a few more times, and keep trying!" , don't be discouraged! Yes, don't give up, take your time, I'll go back and prepare drinks, and wait for you to come out to cleanse you!" After finishing speaking, Yiqi Juechen jumped out, and there was no one in the blink of an eye.

After all, Mo Lan failed to split the barrier, and made Zhanying attached to his body very tired, and his panting was not so even. He wanted to ask his buddies to take a rest, but he didn't have the right to speak independently, so he could only go crazy with his buddies There seemed to be chopping, chopping and bouncing, and finally a puddle of mud was spread on the ground, which was even.

The little fairy official was watching the monkey show outside the hall, and seeing the thumping enough, he unhurriedly brought a table of food, waved it in from the air, and then dragged a big broom in the yard carelessly clean up the tatters.

In this way, Mo Lan fought for three days in the messy Yuyao Palace, and on the third night, Cang Wu returned.

In order to prevent being kidnapped and threatened by the mad dog-like Mo Lan if he rushed into the palace to clean up, the little fairy official, who had received Cang Wu's order early, cautiously ignored the chaos in the palace.When Cang Wu returned to Yuyao Hall, he saw Mo Lan, who was snoring loudly in his sleep, lying in a pile of debris, turned over when he slept soundly, his sleeve was caught by a broken table leg, and it cracked with a hissing sound. nest.

The backlash brought by the scimitar should not be underestimated. As Mo Lan's killings increase, every once in a while, Cang Wu must go to the Wuwanghai to suppress and refine the surging demonic energy in his body, otherwise he will be swallowed by the demonic breath and become a demon Mo Lan will also lose his godhead, lose his consciousness, and completely fall into the way of demons.

This time it took longer than before. As the Venerable said, the devil energy in his body was about to reach its limit, but he was very happy because it showed that Mo Lan's heart was finally about to be formed.

Cang Wu walked slowly into the hall, as if he wanted to hug the person on the ground.Cangwu stood still for a while, bent down and stretched out his hand.Just as one hand touched Mo Lan's shoulder, a scimitar with gleaming light pressed against his heart.

Mo Lan opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slanted, "Good evening."

Cang Wu lowered his eyes and glanced at the cold knife point, directly picked him up from the ground, and walked towards the couch without changing his expression.

Mo Lan was stunned, as if he didn't get the effect he expected, his expression was slightly depressed, and he forgot to think about the inappropriateness of this posture, staring at the face above his head, unexpectedly found that Cang Wu's face seemed to be more serious than usual. A little whiter, the forehead of a man who always pays attention to appearance is still covered with a layer of wet sweat, a strand of temple hair is wet and curled against his cheek, and with such a movement, it hangs down and brushes on his chin, It made him itchy.

Mo Lan wanted to raise his hand to push it away, but remembered that he was still holding the scimitar in his hand, so he paused again, grinding his teeth and said, "What the hell are you doing to trap me here?"

Cang Wu gently put him on the couch, and answered the wrong question: "You broke that Yaoqin."

Mo Ling didn't expect that the first sentence he opened his mouth would be to ask about a qin, and he suddenly remembered that he heard a certain fairy say that the qin was Mo Yao's relic, and it was something that Cang Wu cherished very much. His depression was immediately swept away, and he raised his eyebrows triumphantly and said, "I broke it, why? Do you want me to pay you?"

Cang Wu looked down at him, let the scimitar rest on his heart, and said word by word: "Fix it."

Mo Lan said, "Why?"

Cang Wu said nothing.

Mo Lan stared at him for a while, then suddenly grinned, "If I fix the Qin, will it do any good?"

How shameless!Obviously he smashed other people's things, but he still wants to benefit.Zhan Ying felt that Big Brother Cangwu's temper was really too good, so he would have slapped his brother into the bed board with a precise slap, and he couldn't even buckle it.But Cangwu just thought about it seriously, and said tolerantly, "What do you want?"

Mo Lan sneered in his heart, didn't he say that Cang Wu couldn't avoid that Mo Yao back then?Why do you love that piano so much?Is it because of the guilt of dying in vain, or is it not Qin who loves Qin at all, but the owner of Qin who really loves after knowing it?

Mo Lan flicked his wrist, and the scimitar turned into a jade hairpin. He regained his hair, sat up and looked at Cang Wu with a smile, and said, "Didn't you keep asking me if I fell in love with you? I've thought about this question for a long time, although I haven't I came up with the answer, but I thought about it carefully, and I think... you are not only a little bit bad-tempered, but also a bit boring, and your skills are notable, and your looks are only a little worse than mine. But this is not a big problem, there are not many people who are more perfect than me, and you can match me even if you are so barely."

Cang Wu seemed stunned by his shameless remarks, his phoenix eyes widened slightly.

Mo Lan said: "How about this, I'll fix the piano for you, and you'll be nice to me, how about it?"

Cang Wu stared at him for a while, then parted his thin lips slightly, "Okay."

Really agreed?

Mo Lan couldn't believe it, what about being heartless and desireless?What about seeing the broken sleeves like a scourge?Yuanming, are you kidding me!

"Are you joking?" Mo Lan confirmed again without giving up.

Cang Wu said: "Didn't you say so?"

Mo Lan choked, and couldn't help but think that Cang Wu really cherished that zither, and in order to repair it, he didn't even want the minimum human dignity.

Cangwu was so disgusted by the failure, the buddy's mood plummeted, and he got up in despair and left.But Cangwu called him to death, looked at the half of his sleeves that were dragging behind him, and said, "Your clothes are torn."

Mo Lan paused, smiled maliciously, turned around and said, "You make it up for me?"

Cangwu didn't speak, he found a black robe from somewhere and handed it to him.Although they both like to wear black, they can still tell the difference at a glance. Mo Lan's clothes are bright black satin with dark moiré patterns, the style is simple, and there is no exquisite embroidery.And Cangwu's black robe is thick soapy black, with a magnificent sea of ​​flames embroidered on the corners of the lapel.Mo Lan didn't show any politeness to him either, he raised his hand and put on the slightly loose robe, and left the Jade Palace without looking back.

On the second day, the Eight Immortals hosted a banquet to entertain the gods on the 21st Heaven.All the immortals arrived early, and all looked at the pretty black figure who sat on the table and drank a jar of wine, and supported his chin that hit the ground.

"Did I not wake up, and my vision made a mistake? Then, is that Immortal Mo Lan?" A fairy friend whispered to the people around him.

"I seem to be hallucinating too? Shouldn't Immortal Mo Lan still be imprisoned in Yuyao Hall? Why did he come out with all his beard and tail? When did Jun Shang become so talkative?"

"I think... we all read it wrong. I heard that the Eight Immortals only invited the Xuanlong Shenjun. Have you seen what he is wearing? Flame clouds! That is the exclusive robe of the old man!"

"You mean... Junshang turned into the appearance of Immortal Mo Lan to attend the banquet? What kind of novel way is this?"

"If you understand your lord's thoughts, you will not be you! I just want to know what happened to Molan Xianjun, ah...you are young, you say it is not good to provoke anyone, but you are going to provoke Your Majesty, it's no wonder that you were blind and left with no bones left."

"Does the Buddha know this news? It is said that when the Immortal Mo Lan was here, he helped the Buddha a lot. Now that the Immortal Mo Lan died young, the Buddha must read a sutra for the immortal. degree?"

"I read it for a fart, and my soul will disappear from chaos, and I will not be able to reincarnate or become a human in the next life!"

"Poor, poor..."

Whispering voices drifted into the ears accompanied by the swaying celestial music, "Cang Wu" did not change his face, picked up the wine bottle and downed the wine in one gulp.

Tieguai Li passed by the fellow immortals who had spoken just now, paused in thought, and looked up at the seat.The banquet post was sent out a few days ago. According to the unwritten rules of the heavens, if you want to complete the banquet smoothly and peacefully, it is best not to post to those two at the same time. Only Xuanlong Shenjun was invited.

Unexpectedly, the world is unpredictable, and in just a few days, one person disappeared out of thin air.The other was also very interested, and turned into the appearance of the other party to show off at the banquet.

From the understanding of the immortals, Xuanlong Shenjun is not a high-profile person, but this time he is uncharacteristically flamboyant. It seems that he was really harassed by that unlucky Immortal Mo Lan, and his resentment and anger accumulated. The face and dignity of a person should be trampled under the soles of their feet and rubbed thoroughly to make a warning to others.

Since you are interested, of course they can't neglect your interest. Tieguai Li limped towards "Cang Wu" with a wine gourd in his hand, and said with a loud smile, "Your Majesty is really honoring you, so early! Here we come! I wonder if the wine at this banquet is still to your liking? If your lord is not satisfied, Lao Li still has a pot of homemade five-grain pure wine, would you like to have a couple of sips?"

"Cangwu" raised his head, raised his narrow and evil eyes, and smiled half-smile, "Do you want to lame your other leg too?"

Tieguai Li's face suddenly changed, and he thought about which sentence he said was inappropriate, and he didn't understand why Jun Shang was so angry all of a sudden.Just as he was about to open his mouth to make amends, he suddenly heard a voice not far away, "Your Majesty!"