When the monks who came to listen to the excitement heard the description of "holding a child in their arms", someone noticed Mo Chuan with sharp eyes, and they felt bad in their hearts, and began to retreat quietly.

After the surrounding monks had retreated a long way, the gushing monk did not hear the same response as the previous times, and only then did he open his eyes in hindsight.

…… It seems that the most unlucky thing is not the guy who was so involved that he almost died, nor the demon cultivator who took the initiative to hit the muzzle of the gun, but the self who died in a muffled voice!

Hehe.

He's stupid, he's just stupid!

The countless eyes that shot in, or gloating, or full of sympathy, or playful, smashed on him one by one, and one by one it was a hole, gathered in all directions, slashed down, exploded in his mind, and finally turned into four concise words, the aftermath of which lingered and surrounded: "Hehe, stupid." ”

The distance of a few steps was not far away, but in the eyes of the little monk who was extremely frightened in his heart, the man's every move was magnified countless times, and the simple action of raising and falling automatically looped in his mind, with a miserable background music, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

The man walked past him without squinting, with an indifferent expression, as if he had not noticed the frozen monk next to him and the people around him who wanted to go but did not dare to go, leaving a mysterious back. The strange-eyed child put his little arm on the man's shoulder, blinking at the group of people who were still petrified.

There was silence.

Ga?

It wasn't until the man walked so far that he couldn't even see the dust under his feet that the monks present thawed from their petrified state.

The clothes on the round-faced monk's body were wet with cold sweat, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart that he was so dangerous, fortunately this big man had a good temper, otherwise he would have died.

He had received a lesson that was not a lesson, and he didn't dare to talk about the high-ranking monk without holding back any more words, this time he met a man with a good temper, who knows if he will hit a nail next time? Even if he doesn't peel the skin and cut the bones like the demon cultivator, the punishment is indispensable. Who said that there are no ruthless people among the righteous monks, there is no distinction between the right path and the devil's path, and the hypocrites of the righteous path are ruthless, and they waste the dantian and destroy the spiritual root, and they will do it when they say it, and they will not show mercy at all.

If you want to say that the real villain and the hypocrite are more scummy, in his opinion, of course, they are hypocrites, both dang and standing, but the white lotus heart is black on the outside!

is as frank as him, how can he be ill-fated, and it is extremely difficult to mix in this cannibalistic world!

Scratching his head bitterly, smoothing the fur of the little insect on the back of his hand (where did it come from), ignoring all the strange eyes around him, the round-faced monk silently returned to his room.

The fine tradition of the dead Taoist friends is not dead and the poor is sung through the ages regardless of things, ages, maps, and settings, and the Taoist friends run faster than being poked with chrysanthemums as soon as they get into trouble, and they are particularly unrighteous.

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Mo Chuan walked past the round-faced monk who was shaking and almost crying without squinting, his heart was sour and refreshing, and what was sour was the other party's desolate little cabbage painting style, oh grass, did he look so terrible?

As soon as he walked into the door, Xiao Bai put his arms around Mo Chuan's neck and smacked him on the chin, the eyes of those people outside looking at Mo Chuan made him feel uncomfortable, and he vaguely knew that there was a mixture of fear and reverence.

This made him very uneasy, he was still too weak, the huge gap between the two people drew a huge gap, and in a trance he had a feeling that he couldn't grasp this person.

Mo Chuan attributed Xiaobai's sudden intimacy in recent days to "my son must love me more", although he felt that it was a bit shameful to teach children like this, but he was still in a good mood to give a kiss back.

Life and death are impermanent, and the most important thing is to sort out distracting thoughts, because too many mundane emotions will only increase obsessions and become obstacles on the road of cultivation.

Therefore, for most monks, family affection is dispensable, and sometimes it is not even as good as the relationship between master and apprentice. The expression is also very subtle, and there is very little physical contact, let alone kissing.

Mo Chuan and Xiaobai, who are tired and crooked all day long, it is estimated that it will be difficult to find a second pair in the entire cultivation world.

There were some delicate snacks in the house, which tasted good, and Mo Chuan and Xiaobai fed each other while listening to the movement outside with his divine sense.

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The alarm was lifted, and the monks who had already run far away gathered together as if nothing had happened, and the topic still revolved around tonight's events, but no one mentioned the tacit understanding of the mysterious monk, and instead began to be the heroine of the eight hijacking incidents.

The daughter of the city lord of Fengqi City, Qi Ling.

The word "Feng" in front of the name "Fengqi City" is because it is located in Fengzhou, and the word "Qi" in the back is the surname of the city lord's family. If there is no change of generation of city lords, the name of this city will be changed, and the name "Fengqi City" has lasted for hundreds of years, and it can be said that the Qi family's power in this city has been very stable.

"Miss Qi only broke through the Qi refining period last year, so what did the demon cultivator do when she was kidnapping?" a monk stumbled on the melon seeds and wondered.

"That's not easy to say, Miss Qi is as beautiful as a flower, and it is inevitable that people will covet it. The other monk lowered his voice and took over, a little weak in his unorthodox words.

"Could it be that the enemy is seeking revenge, Miss Qi is the only daughter of the city lord, the city lord loves her very much, if something happens to her, it will definitely be a fatal blow to the city lord. A monk next to him guessed.

The city lord of Fengqi City has lived for thousands of years, and for some reason he has been childless under his knees, until twenty years ago, there was a concubine who gave birth to a daughter for him, there is no superiority between men and women in the cultivation world, although this daughter's qualifications are far inferior to his own, but the city lord of Qi still takes care of her in every way and loves her to the bones.

"The Lord of Qi City is not happy about things, he has always been kind to the outside world, Feng Qi City and the lair of the Venerable of the Demon Dao are so close, and there have been no incidents in these years. Another retorted

"That maybe, which big family doesn't have some ulterior secrets, and how far the grievances and grievances behind it are, who can say clearly?"

Everyone, you say a word, I say a word, and the nonsense doesn't come up with a result.

In the eavesdropping Mo Chuan......

For some reason, his hand suddenly shook, and all the pastries he was holding were stuffed into Xiaobai's mouth.

"......" Xiaobai comforted himself as good as he got used to.

After hearing the name "Qi Ling", he felt a panache in his chest, and he wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood. the groove.

For Qi Ling, he reacted so violently, there was a serious reason.

First of all, she is one of the protagonist's harem.

Then, she is also the sister paper that did not die in the hands of the protagonist in the original book, but died in the hands of the Blood Flame Venerable, and there is no one.