Can't stop the medicine

The crowd dispersed like birds and beasts, and Qingyue showed a rare nervous expression: "How are you?"

While asking, he held Ren Xiaoyao's wrist with one hand, and the true energy from the same source was probed along the meridians.

He burped again with a sulfur smell, Ren Xiaoyao waved his hands and said carelessly: "It's okay, but the medicine is too strong, I'm a bit tired."

Locker: "..." Dad, you are so annoying...

Shi Le: "Hehe." There is such a brazen person!

After confirming that the zhenqi in Ren Xiaoyao's body is strong and running smoothly, Qingyue releases Ren Xiaoyao's wrist with confidence.

Qingyue regained her original indifferent demeanor, and her eyes wandered among the nine passages in front of her: "We should also choose a passage to enter."

Ren Xiaoyao said without hesitation: "Right in the middle, Article [-]!"

Shi Le, who had distrust of Ren Xiaoyao's IQ written all over his face, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why did you choose this? How can you be sure that this path is correct?"

"What's correct?" Ren Xiaoyao, whose brain circuit was not on the same line as Shi Le's at all, pinched his waist with both hands, and looked arrogant and arrogant: "I am the chosen one! The world's darling! I must make my debut at C!"

"Must take the middle one!"

Qingyue locker Shi Le: "..."

It is impossible to expect Ren Xiaoyao's thoughts to return to normal~ It is impossible in this life~ He is a time traveler, narcissistic, and reckless, and he has been taking medicine for so many years, and his mental illness cannot be cured.Unless you are in the world with Qingyue, if you don't let Xiaoyaoran talk, it will never be nice.

The index finger tapped on the side of the leg, but within two or three seconds Zhong Qingyue made the decision: "Take the passage in the middle."

Not surprisingly, Qingyue's decision received Locker's puzzled eyes and Shi Le's 'wtf? 'Face.

Taking a sneak peek at Ren Xiaoyao, who was full of pride, the locker asked in a low voice, "Papa Qingqing, why did you take the middle road?"

Shi Le also rolled his eyes, and said in a normal voice: "Qingyue, you don't really believe that guy's nonsense, do you?"

"En." Under the gaze of Locker and Shi Le, Qingyue nodded.

Qingyue's expression is very serious, her tone of voice is very serious, and her body language is very serious. It's like making a decision and playing around.

Before Shi Le's questioning words came out, Qingyue, who had already planned in her mind, explained: "There is no rule to follow between the nine passages, and no information about Butian Pill has been revealed. Therefore, I cannot enter the nine passages. , choose the correct one.”

Speaking of this, Qingyue glanced at Ren Xiaoyao who was eager to try from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but smile: "And the reason why I agree with Xiaoyao's choice is because I found——"

"His luck in this cave is pretty good."

Standing still, the spirit fruit rushed straight into his mouth as if it had grown legs. Ren Xiaoyao's luck is more than good, it can be said that he is possessed by Oushen and overwhelmed by Ouqi.

It was the first time I heard Qingyue, who is known for his reason, talk about the illusory luck, the corners of Shi Le's mouth twitched, and he wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh out loud: "Do you still believe in luck?"

"Well." Qingyue smiled lightly: "When there is no other factual basis to believe, luck is the most credible."

"What's more, even if we don't take the fifth passage, do you have any better suggestions?"

Shi Le, who wanted to discuss something more, heard the words, blinked and blinked: "If I have a suggestion, why not say it sooner~"

After thinking about it carefully, Shi Le has to admit that Qing Yue's theory of luck is still very reasonable to a certain extent.

"The fifth one is the fifth one~" Shi Le shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands and said, "I have no objection~"

Locker also nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "I'm the same as brother Shi Le."

Looking sideways at the locker holding Shi Le's arm tightly, the old father Ren Xiaoyao

I couldn't help but shook my head and sighed: "Oh~ I forget about my father when I have a boyfriend!"

The thin-skinned Locker shuddered with shame, let go of Shi Le and quickly put his hands behind his back, blushing and hid beside Qing Yue.

Shi Le's cold eyes pierced Ren Xiaoyao, and two words appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Hehe."

Immediately afterwards, Shi Le grabbed the almost burnt locker and forced him to his side: "Don't listen to his nonsense, how many years has he been sick, don't you know?"

It was especially easy to take Shi Le's words seriously as a locker, and replied solemnly and in a low voice: "I know."

"Dad was sick when I was alive, and it didn't get better when I came back to life. And it's getting worse over the years, and I don't know when it will get better..."

Locker muttered, with a distressed look on his small face that didn't match his age, he was completely immersed in the role of a good son who was "worried about his father's mental health", and couldn't extricate himself.

Ren Xiaoyao said quietly: "Your father and I are still standing here..."

"Is it popular now to speak ill of others in front of the Lord..."

"Okay." In the end, Qingyue stood up and spoke, maintaining the increasingly thin harmony and friendship between father and son: "It's time for us to enter the passage."

The topic was abruptly pulled away by Qingyue, and the group of people stopped talking and walked towards the fifth passage with serious expressions——Ren Xiaoyaowai.

The light inside the passage is dim, and the space is so narrow that it can barely accommodate a single person passing sideways.Fortunately, none of the four of them had any claustrophobia, otherwise they would have to hold back their good or bad.

The material of the surrounding stone walls is so special that even Qingyue's mental power cannot penetrate, the four of them can only pay attention to whether there are any traps around them.

The overly silent passage made the breathing of several people terribly loud. After walking for a long time, the big-hearted Ren Xiaoyao became a little impatient, and said, "locker?"

Locker, who was following Qingyue, responded subconsciously: "Huh?"

"Magic sound, it's your dying friend, what happened?" Ren Xiaoyao scratched his cheeks that were itchy with moisture: "His father is Mo Luo! Who can hurt him?"

Qingyue, who was planning to make Ren Xiaoyao quiet, heard that the other party was asking about this, so he didn't say a word. Obviously, he also wanted to know more about the magic sound.

The mysterious power that may lead to the birth of the magic sound and the rooting of the tree man's seed, the space crack where the locker fell, Ren Xiaoyao and Qingyue himself who successfully awakened the locker despite being impossible...

Qingyue, whose mental power is getting stronger day by day, feels faintly that there seems to be an invisible thread in the dark, connecting these seemingly unrelated things together.

Is the appearance of this line a coincidence?What mystery exists behind the needle?Is the crossing between him and Ren Xiaoyao really a "happy surprise" without any reason?

Ever since Qingyue came to the four-dimensional world, the more he came into contact with, the more he felt that things might not be that simple.

However, even though Qingyue has searched through the sect's classics, she still knows little about this world.The only variable he can grasp at this moment is the locker.

"Hmm..." Locker pondered for a while with lowered eyes, before slowly opening his mouth to explain: "The matter is more complicated, and what I know is not comprehensive, so I can only tell you the general idea."

Moyin's experience is comparable to the slag scumbags who have been popular for a long time in the "ancient" era of Jinjiang Literature City.

People like Ren Xiaoyao and Qingyue, Locker and Shi Le, who have a smooth relationship, can't experience it personally, which makes them dumbfounded.

Since there is a magic voice in front, there must be a scumbag to complement each other; since it is a stand-in route, Bai Yueguang must be born; since the scumbag routine must abuse the body and mind.

If there is any part of the plot that is different from the routines that everyone is familiar with, it is: not all scumbags will wake up and be loyal dogs.

As the prince of the demon clan, Moyin is really a hero with discerning eyes, Norris Garner who he fancy

West Asia (norrisgarsia) can be described as the hero of the scum.

Compared with those cowardly, guilty and scumbag Gong, Norris can be said to be a scumbag who takes it for granted, a scumbag who feels at ease, and a scumbag who is dedicated to the magic voice.

If Ren Xiaoyao had to evaluate this person, he would definitely say: "Norris is very responsible!"

Why did Ren Xiaoyao say that?Because things are like this...

Although Moyin is the prince of the demon clan, he is not as cruel as his own father, but has a 'kind' nature.Except for his unattractive appearance, extremely playful, love of money like his life, fear of chaos in the world, never think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and have nothing to do with himself, he can basically be regarded as the most pure and kind person ever born in the devil world. It's crazy.

It's a pity that in Mo Luo's view, the "kindness" of the magic sound will only blind his blood talent, and the magic sound has been imprisoned several times to prevent him from going out.

In this way, an irreconcilable conflict emerged between the middle-aged father and the youngest son of the "Holy Mother".

So Moyin practiced hard, studied hard, pondered crooked ways every day, and finally managed to escape from the devil world, and walked across the continents with a changed face.

Without Mo Luo's supervision, Mo Yin's life is very carefree.Change three partners every day, it doesn’t matter race, gender, and body shape, and the magic voice who is keen on experimentation takes it all; takes three orders a day, regardless of difficulty, distance, and power, and the magic voice who is keen on property picks skins; In muddy water, it doesn't matter whether it's family, sect, or seriousness. I'm keen on watching theater with lively magic sounds.

Time flies by, and after decades of such happy days, Moyin met Norris Garcia, the leading disciple of his true son, the new generation of Holy Court.