"Childe ......" Mo Qianchen woke up from his sleep, his eyes couldn't be opened with a headache, the pink bed curtain was dotted with pearls, the bed was covered with crimson brocade quilts, the tentacles were smooth, the room was smoked with a hundred fragrances, the taste was rich and sweet, a maid wearing a begonia skirt was sitting on the bed teeth waiting, Mo Qianchen wanted to sit up, but his body was soft and weak, and he couldn't move.

When the maidservant saw Mo Qianchen wake up, she got up and poured a glass of water and sent it to Mo Qianchen's lips, Mo Qianchen closed her lips tightly and refused to drink water.

"The child's body is full of incense, his whole body is weak, and he can't speak, and he can get better by drinking this Huoxiang leaf water. The maidservant whispered softly and persuaded patiently.

Mo Qianchen closed his eyes tightly and ignored him, secretly saying that his heart was not good, and he didn't know if Feng Mo was also in prison, and he was uneasy in his heart.

Seeing that Mo Qianchen was unwilling to cooperate, the maid had no choice but to get up and go out, "babbling" closed the door, Mo Qianchen opened her eyes and looked at the room, Yan Ran was a woman's boudoir, and all the furnishings and ornaments were carved gold and jade, revealing a luxurious taste.

"Babbling" the door opened again, a few maids came in a row, holding grooming utensils, and finally the two maidservants carried in a bucket of water, headed by the maidservants, signaled to remove the incense burner, replaced, lit the tamoro incense, and instantly the sweet and greasy taste in the room was gone, the fragrance was fragrant, Mo Qianchen's mind gradually sobered up, and he also had some strength in his body.

"Childe, the servants are waiting for you to freshen up!" said the maidservant who was the leader.

"No, I can. Mo Qianchen coldly refused.

The servant maid at the head signaled, and a group of maidservants rushed out and closed the door. Mo Qianchen endured the discomfort, freshened up, exhausted the little strength he had just regained, panted, and sat down at the coffee table to rest.

The door opened again, and the maidservant brought all kinds of food, and the coffee table was full. Mo Qianchen had no appetite, he was worried about Feng Mo, and he hated himself for not being careful enough, so he landed and was in prison.

A woman, sitting next to the coffee table, was quietly looking at Mo Qianchen in the next room through the enchantment, only to see that she was wearing a crimson chest-length skirt, a flying phoenix embroidered with a gold thread plate, covered with a Hunan concubine-colored smoke cloud gauze dress, graceful posture, combing the spirit snake bun on her head, wearing a hundred butterflies and wearing a flower crown, two gold wire buckle tassels on each side of the swaying, the skin is like condensation, the eyebrows are far away, the eyes are flowing, the lips are bright, and the face is wearing an evil smile.

The woman lowered her head and played with her danko-covered fingers, and whispered, "What about the immortals, it's not the same that can't escape from my palm...... The maid next to her held her breath and didn't dare to speak.

Seeing that Mo Qianchen refused to eat, the woman got up and walked into the next room, nudged the room with her hand, and before anyone came in, a strong smell of fat powder came to her nose, Mo Qianchen's nose was itchy, she sneezed a few times in succession, and quickly took out a silk scarf to cover her mouth and nose.

The woman's brows were tightly knit, and she looked impatient, "Is Young Master Mo planning to starve himself to death?"

"Why did you bring me here, and for what purpose?" Mo Qianchen asked.

"The purpose? is simple, put you to sleep. The woman laughed coquettishly, and let out a coquettish laugh.

"Ah......" Mo Qianchen heard the laughter, he was dizzy, his internal organs rolled up, his heart ached sharply, he held his head with both hands, and fell to the ground and rolled.

"Tut-tut, the young master of the Mo family is capable of this, come here, pour him some obedient soup, and send it to the underground palace!" The woman pinched Mo Qianchen's chin tightly, laughed loudly, and called someone in, "Take care of him, one less hair, and come to see me!"

"Yes!" Two maidservants came in from outside the door, without squinting, they directly took the decoction and poured it into Mo Qianchen's mouth, and after a while, Mo Qianchen fell to the ground, and the two of them quickly took Mo Qianchen out of the room.

Yuehong Inn, Feng Mo felt a cramp in his heart, and he was in a trance, knowing that Mo Qianchen might encounter an accident, and just wanted to go out to look for it, when suddenly the soles of his feet became weak, and the whole person was paralyzed to the ground, "Mo Qianchen, what kind of appointment do you have with me?"

"He's just underpumping, human head pig brain, look at how Lao Tzu cleans him up!" In a trance, Feng Mo seemed to hear the cold cry and scolding, his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

"Sister, wake up, what's wrong with you?" Yuehong picked up Feng Mo who fell to the ground, and shouted anxiously, while sending someone to the capital to inform Moon Shadow, she sent more people to find Mo Qianchen.

"Flower Demon Wuji!" Huo Yu Shan said, standing coldly beside Yue Hong, looking at the unconscious Feng Mo.

Yuehong looked at the sudden appearance of Fire Feather Mountain in surprise, "Why did the Immortal on Feather Mountain suddenly visit?"

"Mo Qianchen is in the Flower Demon Underground Palace, and there is a fairy cover here, so you can't find it. Huo Yushan's tone was calm and unwavering.

"It's inconvenient for me to come forward, you ...... do this," Huoyu Mountain whispered to Yuehong.

"Got it!" Yuehong hurriedly arranged for people to rescue Mo Qianchen.

"It's so weak, what's so good. Wu Ji looked at Mo Qianchen critically, this is not the type she likes, and she doesn't even have the desire to do it, "Mo Chanxia, this old horseman, let me do some!"

"The master is not good, a group of people in the Yuehong Inn transported dozens of carts of dung, and pushed it near the underground palace, and it stinks!" A maid came to report in a panic, and her body was still filled with a rancid smell.

Wu Ji covered her mouth and nose with a silk scarf, and shouted repeatedly, "Throw Mo Qianchen out for me, and ask Yuehong to transport the dung back for me!"

Yuehong saw that Mo Qianchen was thrown out, and a big stone fell to the ground in her heart, and she hurriedly arranged for someone to send Mo Qianchen back to the inn.

"The strategy of the immortals on the feather mountain is really powerful, and it doesn't take much effort to get the people back!" Yue Hong looked at the Fire Feather Mountain with a look of adoration.

Huo Yushan smiled slightly, "It's not the first day I've known Wuji, I must know her death." There are two heart-clearing pills here, you give them a drink, and they can wake up with a stick of incense. As he spoke, he took out a thin-mouthed porcelain bottle and handed it to Yuehong, turned around and left the inn.

"Fire Feather Mountain!" Wu Ji sat in the tea hall of Fire Feather Mountain, Yushu looked loveless, "You asked Yuehong to take someone from me, you need to compensate me for one!"

"Which one do you want?" asked Huo Yushan, standing far away, coldly.

"I want to ......" Wuji deliberately paused, his eyes stayed on Yushu, Yushu shuddered, clasped his hands tightly, and looked at Huoyu Mountain pitifully.

"No!" said Huoyushan, and Yushu breathed a sigh of relief. "He's too ugly to deserve you!", Yushu's face fell to the ground, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

"Hmph, even if you know my taste, I'll settle accounts with you in the future, talk to Mo Qianchen, be careful of Mo Chanxia's old horseman, it's a pity that a few of my jade langs are still pinched in his hands, just let it be!" Wu Ji got up, paused when she passed by Huoyu Mountain, didn't look back, and flew straight away and disappeared from sight.