I am a Juggernaut by virtue of my beauty [Transmigration Book]

Excited by the speaking demons, they were covered with a layer of holy light when they saw Mu Xiwei.

Although the previous great demon lord was very happy and angry, he liked to kill one or two tribes of demons to gain power, and he was also looking for hard faults, so he was not easy to bully.

But it doesn't matter.

Compared with Mu Qi who sacrificed blood to millions of demons at the beginning, the previous great demon lord was simply kind, kind and cute, and the little life in his hands was like a child's play house.

Although the previous Great Demon Lord was defeated by the Juggernaut, causing their demon clan to huddle in the Demon Realm for a hundred years.

But it doesn't matter.

Look at the demons who have never lost to the sword master?Didn't Mu Qi, who is now in high spirits, become a dog in embarrassment under the sword of the sword master just now?

With Mu Qi as a contrast, the Mozu felt that Mu Xiwei was pleasing to the eye everywhere, and couldn't be more pleasing, as if God specially sent him down to rescue the suffering.

With tears in his eyes, he waited for the exciting moment when the master and slave recognized each other.

The current disadvantage doesn't matter, I can wait.

I can wait for the great demon lord to lead them to make a comeback, beat Xiandao and kick Mu Qi, and create another glories.

What he was waiting for was Mu Xiwei's sword.

Mu Xiwei knew why the demons would admit that they were wrong.

He is similar in appearance to the previous Great Demon Lord, so it is understandable for the demons to mistake him.

But he said nothing, and never defended himself.

Luo Yongzhou's dying life ignited a raging fire in Mu Xiwei's heart, and he lost all reason, except for a pile of embers of anger, he couldn't find anything, and he couldn't think about anything.

He only knew that the human race was the one that Luo Yongzhou used his life to guard.

The world is the world guarded by Luo Yongzhou with his life.

Anyone who dares to damage these two things must come and ask him first.

Even if the Juggernaut is willing to spare his life, what is the worthless life of a mere nobody worth cherishing?

Appeared, Mu Xiwei's identity was finally revealed.

And Luo Yongzhou's incident a hundred years ago was all useless.

It was a pity that Mu Qi missed the good show before, but was a little bit remedied, and he watched the immortal place with great interest, not willing to let go of even the slightest movement.

He wanted to see, this time when Luo Yongzhou was seriously injured and on the verge of death, when Mu Xiwei and Xiandao misunderstood each other, who could stand up and protect both of them when they couldn't argue with each other.

However, the immortal way is destined not to make Mu Qi fulfill his wish.

They were very calm, as if what the demons said was an ordinary sentence, like "Have you eaten today?" It was not worth mentioning, not worth discussing.

Only a small number of young disciples hissed:

"Could it be that the demons think that pointing at Uncle Mu as the demon lord will really make us think that Uncle Mu is the demon lord, thereby alienating us?"

They said with disdain: "The demons themselves are stupid, and they think we are as stupid as them. It's really sad and ridiculous."

Some disciples also said coolly: "Hey, maybe the demons don't have enough brains to think about this? Maybe they really thought that the great demon lord a hundred years ago was summoned by the current demon lord to be a thug."

Mu Qi: "..."

Why are all hats put on him?

After failing twice to watch a drama and being told a love story between himself and Bai Yutan, Mu Qi, who was suspected of being out of his mind, was finally out of anger.

This kind of anger caused him to lose his rationality of watching the fire from the other side and not touching a single leaf, so he said in person:

"Oh? Then if Mu Xiwei is not the Great Demon Lord, how can he explain his sudden soaring cultivation?"

"A kid who hasn't reached the Nascent Soul dares to point his sword at the land gods, do you believe it?"

This time, the immortals also fell silent.

Of course, Mu Qi's brain is not easy to use, and of course his words cannot be trusted. This is a conclusive point, beyond doubt.

But Mu Xiwei's performance was indeed very strange.

When Tian Zong was a young man like a sword sage, he had never been able to jump from the Nascent Soul to the terrifying point of drawing his sword and pointing at the gods on land.

People in the immortal way, no matter how young they are, how newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and how unruly their spirits are, they all have an instinctive sense of awe and admiration for land gods.

The gods on land are so unattainable, they are not like people living in the same world under the same sky.

But Mu Xi was slightly different.

His respect for land gods is more like the etiquette that juniors should have for elders.He seems to be born with a lack of fear of strength.

The land gods... are nothing more than mediocre.

It's just a state that he will reach sooner or later.

The disciple of Immortal Dao kept silent.

Only Yan Huan blushed and spared no effort to jump out and retort:

"The devil lord's words are too ridiculous!"

He reasoned vigorously: "My great uncle beheaded two great demon masters, and the countless dead souls of the demon clan under the sword are known to everyone in the world. How could he have any contamination with the demon clan?"

"..."

This time it wasn't just Mu Qi.

Yue Yingque, Qiu Qingya, Qi Yunfei and Tan Bansheng all turned their heads to look at him together, with pitiful eyes and complicated expressions.

Do you know the relationship between your master uncle and the previous demon clan? Do you dare to say that?

Regardless of whether what Yan said was true or not, most of the immortal disciples believed it anyway.

To them, Juggernaut is equivalent to a universal plaster. Wherever it is not submissive, it can be cured by one name and cure all diseases.

Yan was not afraid at all, and proudly raised his head to meet Mu Qi's gaze.

Are you kidding me, does Mu Qi know what Mu Xiwei means to Bai Yunjian?

That is their future head of Baiyunjian!

If Mu Xiwei's reputation is tainted and he can't succeed Bai Yunjian as the head, then after a lot of pushing and pushing, won't the head of the house still fall on him in the end?

The banquet does not allow this to happen, Mu Xiwei must be flawless and a pillar of immortality.

Compared with the gloomy future of taking over as head, Yan would rather die heroically under Mu Qi's hands.

So he plucked up the courage to turn the gossip on to Mu Qi, and said sadly:

"As expected, the devil master will take revenge to the extreme. Not only remember that my master uncle defeated the Patriarch of the Bai family in the Tianbang test 600 years ago and slandered him as the devil master, but also remember that my master uncle was in the Tianbang test this time. To defeat the hatred of the youngest son of the Patriarch of the Bai family, even a junior will not let it go, and he is extremely narrow-minded."

"Could it be that whoever is unfavorable to the Bai family, the demon lord will slander who is the great demon lord?"

After being made up so vividly by Yan Huan, everyone believed it, and when they looked at Mu Qi and Bai Yutan, it became even more so.

Mu Qi: "..."

It was one of the few times in his life that he experienced the feeling of anger attacking his heart.

if not…

If it wasn't for the fact that the little boy was behind the three land gods and was protected in an airtight manner, Mu Qi swore that he would have to cut the body into pieces and use all the cruel punishments to satisfy the hatred in his heart.

Luo Yongzhou left unexpectedly, and the dull blow of gain and loss made Qi Yunfei a bit confused at this time who was who and who said what.

The source of all his mind and all his chaotic thoughts was tied to one origin.

Fall forever.

Whoever ruins his uncle's hard work, whoever ruins his uncle's reputation, deserves to die.

So he miraculously caught the meaning behind Yan Huan's words, admitted the string of nonsense that Yan Huan said, and questioned Mu Qi:

"When will my disciple Bai Yunjian allow you, a member of the demon race, to interrupt and doubt?"

"My uncle's disciple, if there is nothing special about him that is different from ordinary people, how can he make an exception to accept disciples in person?"

With the unreasonable trust in the Juggernaut, the last bit of scale in everyone's hearts also fell to Mu Xiwei.

"Noisy."

It is rare for Tan Bansheng to spit out two words with a face.

His voice was not loud, and his breath was not too heavy, but because of the string in his hand, the two words spread like waves and spread steadily throughout the streets and alleys of Wangcheng.

Wherever he went, there was a crowd of restless or frightened people.

Tan Bansheng opened his hand slightly, looked down at the bundle of threads in his palm, his expression was still neither happy nor angry, as if nothing in this world could move him:

"Since the picture is poor, then let's do it directly. What's the use of talking about it?"

The silver thread in his hand was tightened, and the silver light of the hexagram flashed brightly at every overlapping node, and the six corners of the hexagram were as shiny as snow, sharp and sharp, and it seemed that six tiny The star blade twisted around the demon's neck with the stretching of the silver thread.

It was as if countless vines intertwined to form a net, trapping a tight cage with no way to go to heaven or earth. Just at this time, ferocious beasts stretched out their fangs to the prey in the cage.

In other words, it is far more shocking and spectacular than that.

Because between the silver threads of half a lifetime, what is imprisoned is a city and millions of demons, borrowing the power of the stars from the sky to flow down to the world.

He used the power of nature to the extreme, and he was fighting against the most extreme, fierce and difficult race in the world.

The flesh and blood of the demons exploded under the thin blade of the six-pointed star, like a whole sky of starlight dumped on tens of thousands of hectares of lake water, and the fireworks exploded continuously, covering the blind corners of the sky in all directions.

No matter how many people in the immortal way complained about him, and no matter how much the demons were wary of him, they couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of their hearts.

It is indeed a formation capable of crossing time and space.

As expected of Master Hyosung.

In fact, talking about half a lifetime is far less easy than it looks to outsiders.

What he had previously overdrawn was the spiritual power in his body, but now this time, the spiritual power has dried up to the point where he has nothing to use, and what he uses to support the formation is half his life's own vitality.

With the silver thread lighting up, Tan Bansheng could even hear the sound of his lungs and internal organs shattering, and his life span passing by rapidly.

But he didn't even touch his brows, and the hand holding the silver thread was as steady as Mount Tai.

It's no wonder that a demon like Mu Qi who only acts on his own will thinks he is a lunatic after half his life.

At least no matter how outrageous and heinous Mu Qi's behavior is, there is a source and scruples.

He is doing what he likes, and the most important thing is his own life.

Even if he was thinking about his own life, Mu Qi would stay on the sidelines in doing things, so as not to go too crazy.

Talk about half a lifetime is not.

All his life, he lived for that one obsession.

His master.

Learning the formation is for his master, it is for his master to control Xiaoxing Shen, and it is also for his master to hate the demons.

In the past, there was still a bright candle in the world, and a sword could restrain him and restrain him.

But now that Tan Bansheng's master is dead, and Luo Yongzhou has severed ties with him, no one in the world can live with Tan Bansheng anymore.

The rise and fall of the demon race, the survival of the human race, the future of Xiao Xingshen...even his own life, are all out of Tan Bansheng's considerations, and Tan Bansheng will not let Tan Bansheng miss them at all.

He risked everything, only for his own obsession.

Tan Bansheng hooked his fingertips back, and the silver thread tightened even more.

However, what he is bound by the silver thread is something much more ferocious than a man-eating beast.

They came from thousands of years ago, born from the source of evil spirit, vicious and brutal in nature, all they want is to eat human flesh and blood, and they can even ignore pain.

The demons use their devilish energy, their hard body, which can be used as a weapon by any organ, and their sharp teeth, to fight against the half-life silver thread.

If there are only ten, hundreds, and thousands of demons, they can be easily suppressed with just a few strokes of the palm without using formations for half a lifetime.

But what about when there are tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of demons?

When gods still have their divine power exhausted and their divinity declines, let alone a terrestrial immortal who is still a mortal?

Tan Bansheng's silver thread was gradually stained black by the demonic energy, and at this moment, all his internal organs were shattered, his meridians were disorganized and broken, and the flesh and blood under his temporarily intact skin was torn to the point of exhaustion.

Seeing this, Yue Yingque subconsciously wanted to raise her palm.

The bright moon in her palm is completely perfect, and even the pattern of the laurel tree and jade rabbit in the Moon Palace has been carefully traced and reproduced bit by bit. It is only the size of a palm, but it is mysterious and endless, and its power is endless.

Good dreams come true.

As long as the demons are trapped in a dream for a while, Tan Bansheng traps them with a formation, making them lose their ability to act and resist, and then Luo Yongzhou and Qiu Qingya raise their swords and fall, and all the demons will die.

That's what the four of them did when they entered the battlefield of the Demon Race 300 years ago.

When Yue Yingque wanted to repeat the old trick, she was stopped by Qiu Qingya.

His eyes and his voice were terribly indifferent: "Luo Yongzhou and Tan half his life will die, and you will die too?"

"You overdrawn a good dream a hundred years ago, and now you overdraw it again. Do you want to go down together to meet Luo Yongzhou and talk for half your life?"

For the first time, Yue Yingque didn't argue with Qiu Qingya, on the contrary, she wanted to laugh a little.

Qiu Qingya was also afraid.

It turned out that this man who had always been as steep as a sword, with a heart as hard as iron, and who had never changed since he was a boy, would also be afraid.

He will also be afraid of Luo Yongri's death, afraid of talking about half his life, and afraid of dying when the moon is full and short.

Qiu Qingya has experienced more than 700 years, and she has devoted herself to the sword. She should know that sword cultivators are the kind of people who are easy to walk on the edge of life and death, and things go wrong if they are not careful.

But he is also afraid.

Fearing that their youthful time was irretrievable, it became a past that he recalled alone like a passing river.

Yue Yingque thought for a while, and answered him seriously: "But if I don't make a move, we all stay here together, so it's better to gamble on a chance."

Before she finished speaking, Qiu Qingya flew out with a sword!

Under the wrath of the land gods, the Qingya sword finally revealed its majestic face.

The sword energy becomes light across the dome, the green mountains are pressed down majestically, and the white water roars and flows!

How can a person overcome the thickness and solidity of mountains, and how can he overcome the endless flow of rivers?

However, Mu Xiwei was one step faster than him.

Before this, Mu Xiwei's strongest opponent was Yan Huan in the Tianbang test.

Well, the Yuanying peak just now, if you put it in the younger generation, you will be a master of the generation, and if you put it in the powerful, it will be the kind of chicken that kills one's life.

The most powerful thing he has done is blowing up half of the demon camp.

This sounds a little more lucrative, but how much is Mu Xiwei's own contribution and how much is due to his original sword energy is yet to be considered.

According to Mu Xiwei's own estimate, [-] out of [-], no more.

He one, original sword energy nine.

No one taught him how to fight against an opponent like Mu Qi, or how to deal with the millions of demons who couldn't see the end of them.

In other words, no one expects him to be able to beat Mu Qi and attack millions of demons.

Mu Xiwei, a junior who has just turned eighteen, was able to survive the aftermath of the confrontation between others, Mu Qi, and the demons. It is already a honor for the teacher, and the sect has hope for successors.

What else can he do?

What else does he want to do?

When Mu Xi raised his sword slightly, he also felt that he was probably really crazy, driven crazy by Luo Yongzhou.

Mu Qi has millions of demons under his command.

Mu Xiwei only has an ordinary iron sword in his hand, the material is so sparse and ordinary that it will break at any time under the pressure of Mu Qi's eyes.

Mu Qi himself is the pinnacle of land gods, and even Luo Yongzhou is not completely sure that he will meet him.

Mu Xiwei currently has no Nascent Soul, and belongs to the type that Mu Qi can crush a hundred with one finger.

No matter how you look at it, Mu Qi wins.

Mu Xiwei now goes back to practice incognito and works hard. After 500 years, when he challenges Mu Qi, everyone will praise him for not forgetting his roots and ambition. The Juggernaut has accepted a good apprentice.

Then Mu Xiwei in the current court, with the golden core body, slashed at Mu Qi with a sword.

500 years is too long, seize the day and night.

The sea of ​​blood and deep hatred in the middle is too deep, and they only want to pay blood for blood debt.

When Mu Xiwei held the sword, the blood in his whole body became hot, and it flowed vigorously to the hand holding the sword, wishing to flow directly to the tip of the sword.

His meridians were also being scorched inch by inch in such hot blood, like a raging fire, with hot oil splashing, and the feeling of being opened up in endless pain and torment is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.

But those who are not too firm in mind may have gone crazy in three breaths, rolling and howling all over the place, begging for relief.

Mu Xiwei was still awake and stood firmly.

This kind of pain even faintly overwhelmed the madness brought by Luo Yongri, telling him forcefully:

He has a sword.

He has a sword that can protect what Luo Yongzhou left behind, Luo Yongzhou's wish.

So Mu Xi slightly raised his sword.

Luo Yongzhou didn't have time to teach him too many profound sword perceptions and exquisite sword moves, so Mu Xiwei's sword was also extremely ordinary.

Usually draws the sword out of its sheath, chops with the blade of the usual sword, turns the wrist after the sound of the breaking wind, and turns the tip of the sword into a flat stab forward.

But any swordsman, even without the requirement of being a swordsman, can be familiar with this kind of moves and use them at will.

However, Mu Xiwei's sword, which was so vulgar that it had no merit, got the attention of both human and demon races.

They saw with their own eyes that where Mu Xiwei's sword tip passed, the space was faintly distorted and cracks appeared, and the demons had no time to howl, and were swallowed into the cracks of space without struggling, and died in peace.

Talk about half a lifetime where the pressure is slightly less.

Mu Qi's playful look has finally become serious.

Mu Xiwei's sword was held in front of him, only an inch away from the point between his brows.

Even if the vitality of the ten thousand-year old devil is as tenacious as Mu Qi, if he is stabbed by this sword, he will die and disappear, just like others.

At the last moment, Mu Qi stretched out two fingers and pinched Mu Xiwei's sword.

Shura is everywhere, and the [-]th floor of hell will not have more blood flow than here, and the pile of bones will be higher.

Even if they kept silent and forced to smile calmly, there was an unconcealable, gloomy panic on everyone's face.

They understand that their lives are hanging by a thread and the situation is precarious.

Only Mu Qi, who was in charge of all this, looked tepid, and asked Mu Xiwei politely:

"Are you talking about half your life? A person who almost ruined your hard work?"

Mu Xi glanced at him indifferently.

In terms of age and experience, he is obviously a young man who just can't be idle in his youth.

But Mu Qi could see in his eyes the indifference of everything, even a pool of ashes would not be heavier than Mu Xiwei's eyes.

Mu Xiwei didn't bother to talk to him at all.

The more he ignored him, the more excited Mu Qi was, he raised his spirits and asked:

"Well, well, you are righteous and the situation is the most important thing, then I will ask you another question."

He didn't have the consciousness of stabbing people's wounds, but he was looking forward to Mu Xiwei's sudden burst of pain, and then made fun of it:

"Then your master died for the human race, don't you hate the world and the human race?"

Mu Xiwei didn't give him a look, and Jian Feng competed with Mu Qi by himself.

Mu Qi chattered endlessly: "Luo Yongzhou is number one in the world, number one in the beauty list, who in the world can refuse him? He treats you so well, you should also like him very much."

"Then he died for the human race, wouldn't you blame the human race?"

Mu Qi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "In other words, your liking for your master is not as good as your righteousness for the human race. Tsk, that is really cheap and worthless."

His fingers were still wrestling with Mu Xiwei's sword, and the two were in a stalemate.

Under the stalemate, Mu Xiwei finally couldn't hold back the things that hurt others and himself like magma hidden under the frozen surface, and finally couldn't help but roll up.

He was a teenager after all.

Young and vigorous, impulsive.

"If I hate the human race for Master's sake, that would be a real disappointment to him."

There is one more thing that Mu Xiwei didn't say.

He has had a dream since he was very young, when he first became sane.

In the dream, there was a person sitting side by side with him, his face and body were all blurred into a ball, and he couldn't see clearly, but his body was covered with a layer of light, like the only salvation.

Mu Xiwei heard herself swearing to him, thinking carefully every word, never changing in this life:

"I swear I will love this world."

From childhood to adulthood, Mu Xiwei had this dream intermittently.

Having been so brainwashed over time, Mu Xiwei felt in a daze that she was a heroic reserve who was destined to save the world, a candidate for the savior.

Said he is serious, he has always been a very serious child.

Just keep your preference for the number sixteen and your obsession with dreams always in mind.

To say that he was not serious, Mu Xiwei was not serious either.

He never bothered to figure out the reasons for these weird dream preferences, he just took it for granted, he was born this way, and there was no need to study it carefully.

It's the same as He's thinking about Luo Yongzhou.

Fate is destined.

So let the moths flutter to the flames, and have no regrets.

How can there be so many strange and unreasonable anger in this world?

He likes falling forever.

So he will also like the world that Luo Yongzhou likes.

It's the same as what I promised to someone in my dream.

Mu Xi raised his eyes slightly, and the light in the young man's eyes seemed to be revived, and with a little firelight, it was so bright that it was compelling:

"Even if you are angry, you should be the culprit who should die first. You should know this."

After finishing speaking, he will not spare any more force under the sword!

Luo Yongzhou's astonishing move brought him grief, the pain of burning meridians, and the anger at Mu Qi who talked half his life...

All unbearable, negative, resentful, and furious emotions are vividly reflected in this sword.

Why can't he be angry?

Luo Yongzhou is the person Mu Xi loves slightly, and the world is the world Mu Xi loves slightly.

Why can't he openly hold his own resentment and resentment, and point the sword at Mu Qi?

The sword of the Juggernaut is upright, and there are never any shortcuts to take.

As Mu Xiwei's apprentice, even if he was angry, he would naturally be angry in an aboveboard manner.

"Good sword."

Instead of retreating, Mu Qi smiled and praised.

Immediately, with force with his fingertips, he gently and delicately broke off the point of Mu Xiwei's sword, leaving only a blunt and incomplete sword for him:

"The sword intent is good, but it's a pity that the sword is too inferior. If it is a sword of the same level as the first light of the candle, it may be able to fight with me. As for now—"

He stared at Mu Xiwei's face from the fragment of the sword tip held between his fingertips, condescending and contemptuous:

"As a sword cultivator, my own sword can be broken in the hands of others. It's better to slam the sword with my head and die cleanly."

Mu Xiwei was able to force Mu Qi to this point, one of the two ancestral graves in Baiyunjian or Mu's family must have smoked.

I can already be content, and by the way, take care of all the bragging for the rest of my life.

Everyone in the Immortal Dao began to think about how they would kneel down and write to Mu Xiwei the apology letter for belittling him before, and kowtow to Mu Xiwei to admit their mistake if they could go back alive.

Even the three people who knew about Mu Xiwei's background hoped that Mu Xiwei could retreat at this time.

The Great Demon Lord a hundred years ago may have the power to fight against Mu Qi.

However, Mu Xiwei at this time is not the Great Demon Lord a hundred years ago after all.

But Mu Xiwei's broken sword didn't retreat an inch, and pointed at Mu Qi.

From the very beginning, the meaning and purpose of his sword was very clear, no regrets, never give up.

He wanted Mu Qi to die, and wanted Luo Yongri to protect the things he guarded.

The sinner must deserve what he deserves, and the righteousness must be filled with immortality in the world.

That's it.

Luo Yongzhou struggled to get up from the ground from the moment he held the candle to the first light.

But he was hurt too badly, and his desire to be entangled with the ground was too firm.

No matter how tenacious the sword master's will is, and how diverse his attempts are, all of them end in failure.

He could only watch the situation from the sidelines while being angry, half talking to the system in his heart, half venting unilaterally:

"Mu Qi dares to bully Ah Yue? Do you really think I'm just a show?"

"Mu Qi dare to bully Xiao Qing? Do you really think I am having fun?

"Mu Qi dares to bully Yunfei? Do you really think I can't protect this junior?"

Finally, the banquet fought back beautifully, Luo Yongzhou breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression eased:

"The banquet was done beautifully. When I go back, I will ask Guijing to reward you well."

When Mu Xiwei's sword was folded in Mu Qi's hand, Luo Yongzhou's expression was frozen, and he didn't say a word.

He couldn't say a single word either.

Luo Yongzhou's inner anger was ignited to the extreme, it was the quick killing of Mu Qi, and it was also the fury of his own helplessness.

The Juggernaut holding the sword has always been to protect the person he cares about, and to fight against the opponent.

I have never seen the useless situation of watching the person I care most about being hanged up by the opponent.

It's so stupid.

What is he holding the sword for 700 years?

In order to let the sword of the person he cares about the most and the most cherished be broken in the hands of the enemy, and he is powerless to watch everything happen?

Everything about the Juggernaut's invincibility in the past has become a joke in this ridiculous situation.

Luo Yongzhou doubted life for the first time.

It was also the first time that I felt that I was really a waste.

But how could the Juggernaut admit defeat?

How could the Juggernaut be willing to accept that he is a waste?

He quickly and stubbornly gave a negative answer.

As long as he can stand up and beat Mu Qi by hanging, he is not a waste.

Luo Yongzhou closed his eyes and held his breath.

The system seemed to be aware of his too deep emotions, couldn't bear it, and began to remind him cautiously:

"Doesn't the host feel that his emotions towards this world are strange?"

is very strange.

After traveling through more than a dozen worlds, only coming to this world is like going home. Everything that happened is vivid, like personal experience, and interacting with people in this world is also true, like meeting friends and juniors.

It was the first time that he had such deep doubts with the original owner, and he couldn't help but confuse himself with the original owner's personality deep in his heart.

The system continued its efforts: "Don't the host feel that his feelings for Mu Xiwei are strange?"

is very strange.

Luo Yongzhou has been in contact with all kinds of male protagonists, and each of them is more calm than the other.

Only Mu Xi was slightly different.

Only Mu Xiwei can touch his emotions and desires, the most important string.

"I see."

Luo Yongzhou got up, his body was covered in blood, but he couldn't hide the golden thread on his robe, like the dawn light that was about to pierce the night.

He stood there without a single movement, without a single word, shining brightly like the sun for no reason, covered in blood, messy and unstoppable brilliance.

The immortal disciple looked at him like that, and thought of his sword to kill the demons in another day.

Thinking of his sword to kill the demons in another day, his knees became weak, and he knelt down.

Only Mu Xiwei and the land god who confronted Mu Qi stood.

He and Mu Xiwei looked at each other from a distance of thousands of people.

Jian Guang rushed through the crowd like a dragon, Hongqiao rose from the flat ground, crossed the distance between Luo Yongzhou and Mu Xiwei, and landed firmly in Mu Xiwei's hands.

It turned out that it was Luo Yongzhou who threw out the first light of the bright candle.

He looked at Mu Qi so stunned that he couldn't believe it, and when he thought of all the unwillingness he had been helpless before, he felt like breaking up with him.

Luo Yongzhou curled his lips into a smile, which was extremely ironic.

Even though it is so far away, it is enough to blur the face and make it difficult to see clearly; such an expression of irony overflowing from the eyebrows, it seems that it is a lesson to be learned——

As long as it turns brightly in his eyes and flows out along the corners of his brows, it will become a thousand hectares of star lakes and a thousand miles of spring.

All are soul-stirring, the color of everything eclipsed.

"I just heard that you can't let go of me? Even when you are fighting with my apprentice, you can't help but say a few words?"

"I've always been magnanimous, and I'm happy to fulfill the small wishes of my subordinates. Nuo, the first light of the candle you want has come."

About what the system said was wrong, Luo Yongzhou figured it out.

He got it all.

This world should indeed be his home, his destination.

Mu Xiwei should also be someone he likes.

Because he is the Juggernaut.

It is the sunset of this world.