Transmigrating into the Villain’s White Rabbit Master

Mo Shulin couldn't tell what he wanted.

When he became an adult, Mo Shulin was very uncomfortable with Bai Yuming's indifferent attitude. He could restore the appearance of the child again, feeling that Bai Yuming was caring and infinitely pampered, and Mo Shulin was very uncomfortable.

He didn't want Bai Yuming to treat him as a child.

He wanted to find a state where he could get along with Bai Yuming happily.

But it doesn't seem to be the right state.

And Mo Shulin was very curious about what Bai Yuming had said.

He has the most perverted preferences?

Mo Shulin was thinking about it. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of any favorites that could be called abnormal.

But Bai Yuming said that...

It happened that Mo Shulin felt 100% that he had no abnormal hobbies, but he still believed Bai Yuming's nonsense, thinking for a long time there was no clue.

Mo Shulin didn't even think about how to communicate with Bai Yuming about his perverted hobbies, Bai Yuming received a letter from the head, and the head asked Bai Yuming to take him to Riyue Peak.

The name of the bipolar gate is taken from the extremes of black and white.

White is yang, black is yin.

The sun is yang and the moon is yin.

The colors have two poles, the heaven and the earth have day and night, and there is opposition between life and death.

Only people can't be pure white, and they won't be completely black.

How to balance oneself and allow oneself to stand between the chaotic world and lean against the white is a question that disciples of the bipolar sect need to think about every day.

Fat Tuji was still a little confused when he received the letter from the head.

Let it take Mo Shulin to Riyue Peak. To put it bluntly, Mo Shulin is going to see the head.

Lying on the cloth-covered table sideways, the fat rabbit with its paws still stained with ink asked Mo Shulin next to him: "Chinese New Year, go to the boss who pays the wages, do we have to bring some gifts?"

The problem is that it is not easy to find gifts for Yuexuefeng, a remote country.

"No." Mo Shulin was not so surprised, "He came at me."

Mo Shulin probably knew why the leader called him. It's just that the time is too long, and Mo Shulin is not sure if it is the thing in his memory.

"Ah? What do you mean? Are you a gift? Do I have to send you out?" Fat rabbit suddenly stood up, sat upright, and the spherical body was pulled to an oval shape, with a pair of rabbit ears erected high. It seems that this can be heard more real.

Mo Shulin: "..."

"Not really?" The Fat Rabbit hesitated.

Worried that he said yes, the fat rabbit tied him a bow and sent it out. Mo Shulin shook his head quickly, "No."

There is no time for more.

The letter did not include a specific time, which obviously meant to pass immediately after seeing the letter.

It's just that Bai Yuming's status is high, and the head didn't dare to use too strong a tone, hoping that Bai Yuming could give a face.

Bai Yuming is the favorite of the former head wife, which shows how novice head is now.

Fat Rabbit Ji regained his human form, put on his clothes, and took Mo Shulin to Riyue Peak.

Riyuefeng is a mountain opened by the first generation of the bipolar gate. The founder of the mountain directly split the mountain with the highest altitude and the best aura into two. The eastern half is called Rifeng, and the western half is called Yuefeng.

The Tiandi’an Temple, the residence of the master, was built in the center of the two peaks, connected by a strong iron lock. Just like swinging, the palace is between the two peaks, dangling with the roaring mountain winds.

Every time Bai Yuming sees this palace, he thinks it is the most luxurious top dangerous building.

When stepping on the ground of Tiandi’an Temple, Bai Yuming could clearly feel that the ground was shaking, without adding any spells, it was very “safe”.

It's no wonder that the head of the bipolar sect, who succeeded later, kept the Fengtou where he lived. It is true that the Tiandi An Temple disciples have an "an" word, but they can't make people sleep at ease.

When the two walked into the main hall, Mo Shulin was not surprised to see Yuan Haozhong, one of the Lords of Lifeng City.

This is an expected visitor.

The originally vague memory gradually became clear.

Qiu Yaping, the head of the two poles, simply asked the three to meet each other, then sat aside and stopped talking.

Yuan Haozhong looked at Mo Shulin, feeling full of pity.

If it weren't for Mo Shulin's spiritual roots to be eroded by demonic energy, this Mo Shulin would be a manufacturable material.

As for Bai Yuming, which has no sitting figure on the side, Yuan Haozhong doesn't like Bai Yuming's loose style. But in terms of seniority, Bai Yuming is higher than the current head of the bipolar sect. Yuan Haozhong can only hold back if he doesn't like demonic cultivation, and he must respectfully salute Bai Yuming.

There are only four people in the house, Bai Yuming, Mo Shulin, and Yuan Haozhong, the head of Liangjimen.

"Mo Shulin is right. The next words may cause you sadness, but I hope you can answer seriously so that we can catch the murderer who killed you up and down Feiyun Valley as soon as possible." Yuan Haozhong's voice was slightly deep, with Jian Xiu is steady, but the ending is slightly raised, he is an arrogant and straightforward person.

Yuan Haozhong is not very scheming, but he still knows how to better let others cooperate with him, so he will say that he helped Mo Shulin catch the murderer.

But for Mo Shulin, who had heard the same words once in the last life, these words were just listening.

Mo Shulin didn't care about Yuan Haozhong and anyone who said he would come to help him.

"Thanks to the seniors for caring, the juniors are determined to be true to the matter, and to show them all together, without concealment." Mo Shulin clasped his fists calmly, and his whole body had a bit of sword cultivation.

The head of the two poles did not have much impression of Mo Shulin. Looking at the young Mo Shulin now with such tolerance, he nodded in approval.

Yuan Haozhong didn't say anything about Ding'an Village, but asked Mo Shulin again about his experience in Feiyungu's extermination in the form of questions.

Feiyungu was lucky, but not good.

Feiyungu is currently the only incident that can spot traces of magic repair activities in advance, and has also sent distress letters to various cities and sects. Afterwards, there was even Mo Shulin, a fish that slipped through the net, and announced the crime and appearance of the smiling face and white head.

But Feiyungu is also the worst luck.

Feiyungu sent letters for help to no less than ten schools and dozens of large cities in the surrounding area, but in the end there was only one bipolar gate that was long overdue.

At the end of the matter, Feiyun Valley was neither saved nor treated kindly to Mo Shulin, the only survivor.

But even so, Mo Shulin's answer was neither humble nor overbearing. It was remarkable, and he did not have any resentment towards the leaders of the city.

Bai Yuming didn't care much at first, and was even proud of Mo Shulin's calm answer.

He raised the child for a few months, so calm.

But when Yuan Haozhong exchanged greetings with the boss and said goodbye to him, Bai Yuming discovered that Yuan Haozhong, after going through Mo Shulin’s sad things, not only did not say why he came here, but even a half promise was not left to Mo Shu. Lin.

Seeing that there was no complaint, Bai Yuming silently bowed and bid farewell to Yuan Haozhong's Mo Shulin, frowning.

After thinking about it, Bai Yuming still said, "Friend Yuan Dao, is it convenient to talk a few more words?"

"Naturally. Elder Bai, please." Yuan Haozhong saw Bai Yuming open his mouth, still giving face.

"Yuan Daoyou came here in a hurry, just to ask about this?" Bai Yuming's tone was somewhat suspicious.

Yuan Haozhong did not expect that Bai Yuming would ask directly in front of the head.

His face was respectful, but his words were obviously alienated, "Naturally, there are other things. I will make it to Elder Bai first, and I also ask Elder Bai to have a lot, forgive me. Before Elder Bai arrives. , I have reported the matter to the head in full detail. Elder Bai has a special status, please forgive me."

Bai Yuming only felt a punch on the cotton.

To say apologize, Yuan Haozhong's series of apologies are sincere and repetitive. To be perfunctory, Yuan Haozhong was really perfunctory and did not reveal any useful information to him.

Demonic repairs are raging, and every repairer has the responsibility and obligation to defend his own territory.

Yuan Haozhong's remarks are equivalent to dividing Bai Yuming out of the mainland of Xiuzhe, and putting on Bai Yuming's body that there must be alienation from other races, so we must guard against the label of Bai Yuming.

Bai Yuming wanted to say something, but the red wide sleeves were pulled by Mo Shulin.

Bai Yuming lowered his head, and saw Mo Shulin's little head shook, his eyes were worried and cowardly, so Bai Yuming stopped talking.

Mo Shulin didn't want Bai Yuming to clash with Li Fengcheng for him.

Turning his head to look at the head of the Bipolar Sect again, the head of the Bipolar Sect turned away and told him in silence to stand beside Yuan Haozhong.

All results have antecedents.

If it weren't so pedantic and soft as the head of the bipolar sect, how could there be that series of follow-ups.

Sometimes fate determines the future from the beginning.

Bai Yuming was very angry. He didn't even say goodbye, so he took Mo Shulin and left Sun Moon Peak first.

Back to Yuexue Peak.

Bai Yuming suddenly turned into a rabbit, and turned over the grass nest in the cubicle, turning from a spherical shape to a long strip, and then lying on his back in large characters, unable to read a word for a long time.

It began to understand the feeling of the original Bai Yuming.

When Mrs. Bai Yuming was still alive, even if the original Bai Yuming faced thousands of disapproval eyes, there was still a warm embrace behind him to give support and strength, so that the original Bai Yuming felt that his rabbit life was meaningful.

Without the master, all the demon cultivator's efforts were completely wiped out.

Although they still enjoy the pure land of Yuexuefeng, no one in the Continent of Cultivators expects its existence. Yuexuefeng is just a cage for keeping it. Raising it is not expecting it to shine, but just to have a strong thug when the magic repair rages next time.

What's the difference between living or dying on such a day?

At this moment, Fat Tuji and the original Bai Yuming seem to be completely fused, and they can feel the pain of the original Bai Yuming, the loneliness of the original Bai Yuming, and even the despair of wanting to die.

"Master, I made a pot of scented tea, do you want to taste it?" Mo Shulin's voice sounded from behind the curtain.

It was just a very common sentence, and the Fat Rabbit suddenly felt the power of responsibility.

It's not nothing. It still has a ten-year-old apprentice, how can it have those unnecessary thoughts.

"Yes." The fat rabbit immediately turned over and sat on the grass nest.

The curtain was lifted and Mo Shulin walked into the cubicle with one hand holding tea.

The tea tray is placed on the only shelf. Mo Shulin poured a cup of tea and put the teacup into the fat rabbit's arms.

What a caring apprentice.

The fat rabbit held the cup with its paws and licked two sips of tea, feeling well.

Mo Shulin squatted on the ground, staring straight at the chubby fat rabbit licking water, his heart was like a cup of honey water, sweet and full.

"What are you doing?" The Fat Rabbit was looked at strangely.

Mo Shulin realized that his vision was too wild, and changed the subject: "Master, you said before that I have the most abnormal preferences..."

Hearing Mo Shulin's words, the fat rabbit shook his hands and poured the tea directly into his mouth, half of it in the throat, and half of the rabbit fur.

The fat rabbit coughed dry, ignoring the wet rabbit fur and grass nest.

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