Recently, Mo Jiuxiao and those people drank a few more times, and the relationship between everyone became more and more familiar.

And Mo Jiuxiao also seems to be very strict, he doesn't dare to drink so freely when he drinks again, and even if he is drunk, he is tight-lipped and doesn't say anything that shouldn't be said.

This made the others a little disappointed, but it didn't show it on their faces.

Mo Jiuxiao smiled slightly, and never made the next move.

One day, the figure of the oil cake suddenly appeared in the library in the stone castle. This was nothing unusual, and all he read were books about breakthroughs.

But for a few days in a row, the oil cake ran towards the library as soon as he had free time, which was somewhat intriguing.

That night, he was invited to drink again.

After three rounds of drinking, the oil cake's eyes were misty and a little drunk, and he suddenly asked, "You say, is it easy to break through?"

Those few people didn't understand why he suddenly said this, and one slowly spoke: "How can it be easy, it's not that you don't know that every time our demon cultivation breaks through, it is a life of nine deaths, and many people would rather suppress their cultivation than pass through that level." ”

"What if it's a high-level demon cultivator?"

"Then it's even more dangerous, the higher the cultivation, the greater the thunderstorm. Not necessarily one of the 100 breakthroughs will survive. ”

"That's ......"

Oil Cake held the wine glass in a daze, muttered a few words, and finally got drunk.

During the banquet, one person's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It's been nearly a month and a half since I came to the dark city, but one day, those demon cultivators who were drinking with Mo Jiuxiao suddenly fought with others.

Mo Jiuxiao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard the news, looking surprised.

"Who are you fighting with?"

"Well, it's not the ones who came with us. Zhao Moxiu smiled bitterly and said: "We have taken up your brother's light and are a lot more leisurely, and those people are naturally not happy." Today, I deliberately provoked three times and twice, no, can't I help but fight?"

Mo Jiuxiao stood up and poured himself a cup of tea as if he didn't care: "Ambiguous, they are all brothers who came together, what is there to worry about." In the evening, I invited everyone to drink, and then reconciliation was over. ”

"I'm afraid it won't work. A demon cultivator surnamed Li said angrily: "Brother Oil Cake, you haven't seen those people talking, it's obvious that they are deliberately finding fault! Moreover, and what they hate the most is you!"

"Why?" Oilcake was surprised: "I haven't provoked them, why should they hate me?"

The faces of those people turned pale, obviously embarrassed, and finally said hesitantly under the repeated questioning of the oil cake: "...... Because you became a deacon, we all depend on you, that's why they don't like you. ”

"Well, then I'm going to meet them. ”

As a result, less than the next day, several demon cultivators who were seriously injured in the back of Zhao Demon Cultivators came to Mo Jiuxiao to complain again.

"A group of bitches raised him, taking advantage of Brother Zhao's loneliness, beat him like this!" Li Moxiu grabbed Mo Jiuxiao's arm indignantly: "Brother Oil Cake, you can't ignore this matter! Lao Zhao only did it when he heard them slander you, but I didn't expect those bastards to be so heavy!"

Mo Jiuxiao quietly pulled out his arm, got up and walked to the unconscious Zhao Moxiu to check the situation, and then frowned: "Why is it so badly injured?"

Turning around and looking at the other people, "Have you fed the healing pill?"

Mo Xiu, surnamed Liu, nodded hurriedly: "I have already fed it, otherwise Brother Zhao may die there." ”