Dressed as a male protagonist

Wei Ling wiped the blood off his neck, changed another piece of clothes, and then went out with Mr. Wolf.At this time, in the open space outside, Lu Lianjun and the others were already discussing countermeasures.

Ming Lan said: "It's this time, what countermeasures are you discussing! It's better to kill directly than to stay here and wait for them to attack!"

Guanglingzi and Yunya remained silent, but judging from their attitudes, they seemed to support Minglan.

Many monks from all around came out to echo: "Finding a breakthrough and rushing out before the alien army comes up is the only feasible strategy now."

Wei Ling raised his eyebrows, is this also called a trick?

After listening to the surrounding monks discussing for a while, Mr. Wolf suddenly said to Wei Ling: "They are not moving."

Wei Ling looked at him: "...an army of foreign races?" Wei Ling subconsciously controlled his spiritual sense to detect the movements of the army of foreign races. After looking at it, he found that the army of foreign races did not attack the mountain anymore, but many of them camped on the spot and lived in on the mountainside.

Lu Lianjun and the others were still arguing, and Wei Ling finally found an opportunity to intervene: "The purpose of the foreign race is unclear. Instead of arguing here, you might as well send a few people to investigate below to see what the foreign race is fighting for." Ghost idea?"

A middle-aged monk in a gray cloth shirt and a cloth scarf on his head said: "The foreign race made such a big noise this time, just to catch us all! There is nothing to investigate! What a waste of time!"

Some monks around began to agree with the middle-aged monk.Most of these people are casual cultivators from Haicheng, and they usually have a bad relationship with the arrogant and arrogant disciples of the major sects of cultivating immortals. Now that they suddenly encounter difficulties, and seeing Wei Ling as a leader, they are naturally furious when they catch him.

Wei Ling didn't care about it, and just said slowly: "Fellow Daoist also said that the foreign race made a lot of noise this time. Presumably, the purpose is not just to wipe out us. Why don't we check their movements first and find out clearly?" The purpose of their trip is firstly to give fellow Taoists who have exhausted their spiritual energy time to adjust their breathing, secondly to make a more detailed and safe next step plan, thirdly... maybe we can wait for the reinforcements from the various factions, Maybe it’s time to strike back.” After a pause, Wei Ling gave the most objective reason, “There are at least 300 fifth-tier protoss gathered at the foot of the mountain, while we have less than [-] people. The power gap between the two sides is too great. Rush to break through."

The middle-aged monk's gaze sharpened: "Master Wei Feng said it simply! The alien army is about to attack, who will give us time to think about this and that?!"

Wei Ling didn't care about the anger of the middle-aged monk, but looked at Lu Lianjun: "The foreign army is camping on the mountainside, and it will not attack in a short time. We have enough time to find out the purpose of the foreign race's encirclement of the mountain. .”

The middle-aged monk interjected: "Master Wei knows it really well!"

Wei Ling turned to look at him: "Fellow Daoist, if you don't believe me, you can use your spiritual sense to find out."

The middle-aged monk's face turned red and then pale. He was a monk in the early stage of soul movement, and his spiritual consciousness covered a range of hundreds of meters at most, unlike Wei Ling who could see half of the mountain.What Wei Ling said was tantamount to humiliating him.

In fact, the middle-aged monk really misunderstood Wei Ling.

Wei Ling was a Nascent Soul cultivator as soon as he crossed over, and he had never experienced the soul movement period at all. It is normal for him to not notice the difference in the coverage of the two people's spiritual consciousness for a while.But... Even if he realizes it, I'm afraid he won't think it's a big problem.In Wei Ling's consciousness, there is not much difference between hundreds of meters and thousands of meters.

The middle-aged monk was furious in his heart, and he couldn't help but look at Wei Ling with a seven-point gloomy gaze: "Master Wei Feng kept saying that he wanted to find out the purpose of the foreign race. If you dare to ask Feng Master Wei, apart from the fact that the foreign race wants to kill all the Huaxia people, What else is there for?"

Wei Ling was silent for a moment, and said in a tactful tone as much as possible: "With the strength of us people, there is no need for foreign races to send thousands of fifth-level protoss...they must have other reasons for doing so."

The Protoss has its own class system. The pure-blooded and highly talented Protoss are taught by the God King himself and endowed with divine power. They are honored as "Lord God", "True God" or "First-Class Protoss" by the Gods.The main god is called the second-level god below, also called the second-level gods; the third-level gods are minor gods, which are equivalent to Sanxian in the world of cultivating immortals.The fourth-order protoss are the people of the gods who have not yet become gods, which are equivalent to the out-of-body and Mahayana monks in the world of cultivating immortals, while the fifth-tier protoss are monks in the soul-moving and nascent-infant stages of the world of cultivating immortals.

In such a comparison, the foreign race used 300 soul-moving/Yuanying monks to deal with a [-]-person casual cultivator team, and only nine of them were in the Nascent Soul stage... anyone with a brain can easily see the problem.

The people watching around finally understood, and whispered to each other, expressing their opinions.

The middle-aged monk was so annoyed by Wei Ling that he lost all scruples when he spoke: "Peak Master Wei really doesn't hurt your back when you stand up and talk. You are one of the heads of the seven sects of the Wanzong sect, and there are endless celestial artifacts and magic treasures on your body. Even the one from the Ci'en Temple Nine-petal lotus stands can be borrowed. We low-level monks are different from you. We don’t have a life-saving magic weapon, and our cultivation base is not as good as that of Peak Master Wei. The only thing we want now is to save our own lives. Thousands of foreign troops are there to investigate the military situation!"

As soon as the middle-aged monk's words fell, the direction of the monks' discussion changed again.They are all casual cultivators struggling in the world of mortals, cultivating hard, for nothing else but to live a few more years in this world suppressed by the protoss.Now Wei Ling seems to have put forward a more reasonable suggestion, but in fact, their danger still exists.

The middle-aged monk said: "In case of danger, Master Wei can just leave, but we are different! We don't have the extraordinary ability of Master Wei, who will control our lives?!"

Wei Ling frowned.

Don't the Huaxia people always have one heart and one mind when facing aliens?Why does this person only care about his own life and death in his words?And there are so many people who agree?Or...was he, Wei Ling, thinking too great and too simple of the Huaxia people?

Lu Lianjun on the side took a step forward, and said sharply: "Cheng Daoyou, be careful! Master Wei Feng saved all the people in Haicheng yesterday, and helped everyone to evacuate Haicheng safely. No matter what, he is your benefactor. Now that the crisis in Haicheng is not over, Everyone is so eager to run on Wei Fengzhu, it really loses their status!" Lu Lianjun looks beautiful, and he doesn't feel much about it when he speaks softly on weekdays, but now when he gets angry, his eyebrows are slightly frowned, his face is tense, Qing Ling There seemed to be two points of ice in Ling's eyes, which was surprising and astonishing, even Wei Ling couldn't help but look twice more.

As for the casual cultivators headed by middle-aged monks, their expressions changed.

A few people showed shame on their faces, and their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were enduring some pain, and a few people fell to the ground in a daze.

Wei Ling was in a bad mood, and subconsciously pulled Mo Yin from his waist with his right hand, but someone grabbed his wrist!

The middle-aged monk looked at him with a dark smile, and suddenly a small black bug crawled out from the back of the hand holding his wrist, and jumped onto Wei Ling's body at an extremely fast speed, and burrowed into Wei Ling's body almost in the blink of an eye. Among the clothes!

Wei Ling's spiritual power was concentrated, shaking the middle-aged monk away in one fell swoop.Grabbing Mo Yin with his right hand, he sent out a sound blade, forcing the middle-aged monk to retreat in panic.

Lord Wolf, who had been silent all this time, suddenly appeared behind the middle-aged monk, tapped his finger lightly on his back, and the middle-aged monk fell to the ground with a "bang".

Everything happened so fast that Lu Lianjun and the others had no time to react, and the middle-aged monk was braided by the cooperation of Wei Ling and Lord Wolf.

Minglan grabbed Wei Ling's arm and asked him repeatedly: "How are you? Are you hurt?"

Wei Ling shook his head: "Don't worry, senior sister, I'm fine." Wei Ling knew that no one had noticed the bug just now, and he didn't want to tell everyone about it, so he planned to go back to the tent and solve it by himself.

The eyes of the casual cultivators around who were influenced by the middle-aged monks gradually cleared up, and when they fully woke up, they all looked shocked when they saw the situation in front of them.

Wei Ling stepped forward to inspect the middle-aged monk's body, but before he could touch anyone, Lord Wolf grabbed him and said, "This person is a Wu clan monk from Shiwan Dashan. He is covered in poison and cannot be touched."

When Wei Ling heard this, his hands and feet trembled immediately.

Fuck!that bug! ! !

Wei Ling didn't say anything, and quickly pushed the palm of Lord Wolf's hand away, and walked towards his tent.Lu Lianjun wanted to stop him, but seeing his haste, he stopped talking, turned around and ordered someone to dispose of the middle-aged monk's body.

Wei Ling returned to the tent, not daring to delay any longer, immediately took off his outer robe, opened his shirt to look at the place that felt itchy before.

As he expected, there was a red spot the size of a sesame seed on his flat and firm belly at this time, and this red spot was expanding at an extremely slow speed.

... What kind of bug is this? !He obviously used spiritual power to protect his body at that time, why can this insect still get into his body? !Wei Ling expressed shock.

"Beautiful incense, a top-grade poison, once it enters the body, it can cause the host to emit a strange fragrance, causing all the poisonous insects in a radius of a hundred miles to riot, and bite anyone they see." Lord Wolf entered the tent, turned to Wei Ling, and smiled softly. Aloud, "If they meet a host, they will collectively go into estrus."

……

Wei Ling felt that it was better for him not to know anything.

Lord Wolf said: "Do you want to get it out?"

Wei Ling took a step back and looked at him with some vigilance: "What do you want again?"

Mr. Wolf smiled and said, "Nothing." He waved at Wei Ling, "Come on, let me take a look for you."

In the past, Wei Ling really didn't worry about "male and male intimacy". He probably would have just stripped clean and asked the other party to help him find out what's going on with this bug, but since Jieying opened it up for him At the gate of the new world, Lu Wuchen fueled the fire again, and after Mr. Wolf started to touch him again, he was already desperate for this world full of jerks.

Seeing Lord Wolf's hand was about to grab him, Wei Ling abruptly opened a wider distance from him: "Don't bother Your Majesty Zhaoyue, I can force him out by myself."

Mr. Wolf raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully: "Are you sure?"

... No, seeing your old smile, I'm not sure at all.

The villain in Wei Ling's heart cried miserably, but his face was cold and indifferent: "I can exchange Bai Ying's whereabouts with you for the method of detoxification."

Lord Wolf sneered: "If I really want to find him, no matter how much he hides, I won't be able to hide."

Wei Ling opened his mouth, intending to sneer at him, but suddenly a heart-rending pain gushed out of his stomach, causing him to subconsciously bend over, his face pale.

"Tsk, I told you to be disobedient." Lord Wolf came over and pulled him into his arms, regardless of whether he still had the strength to struggle, stretched out his hand to pull off his clothes, and put one hand directly on his lower abdomen. superior.

Even though Wei Ling was sweating from the pain, he was still shivering from the sudden muscle contact.

He thought of Lu Wuchen.

He thought, if Lu Wuchen knew that he was hugged by someone, or hugged naked/upper body, he would go crazy!

Mr. Wolf blew into his ear and said, "Who are you thinking about?"

Wei Ling was blown back to his wits by this breath, and suddenly realized... his stomach doesn't hurt anymore?

Looking at Lord Wolf suddenly, Wei Ling grabbed his wrist and said, "How did you cure this poison?" No, no, it's not that it's cured, it's just that it doesn't hurt.