Mo Yi retracted those inexplicable thoughts and re-explained his intentions to the Demon Venerable.

It was probably to explain to him that the Celestial Clan's magic weapon had been stolen, and the last place of perception was near the North Marsh, so I hoped that the North Marsh could help.

Mingyuan stood aside with a solemn expression. He thought to himself that this immortal was really smart, and although his words were very reserved, the underlying meaning was really aggressive.

The general meaning is nothing more than this: you and I know it well, and we both know that this magic weapon is in the North Marsh, and you are the one who hides. If they refuse to hand it over and want to preserve their innocence, don't prevent them from pursuing it here.

Therefore, judging from the current situation, if the Demon Venerable rejects them, it will cause suspicion. At that time, the Celestial Clan will be able to conduct a thorough search of the North Marsh under the guise of the Demon Clan's 'intentional hiding'. If you find out where Xian Aya is at that time, not only will your previous efforts be wasted, but it will also lead to a big war.

So, before the Demon Venerable could make a decision, Ming Yuan called him aside, whispered a few words to him, and analyzed the stakes.

The Demon Venerable's expression was heavy, and he had no choice but to nod his head in desperation, and decided to temporarily entertain Mo Yi and Qing'e.

In the evening, Tam Miao was hungry early, and before everyone could sit at the table, he slipped to his seat first, and brought a bowl of white porridge to drink.

Soon, the Demon Venerable walked in with Mingyuan and them, and each sat quietly in their seats, all with a straight face.

Qian Miao was about to comfort her, when she saw that Mo Yi and Qing'e were also being invited to the table by the maids, and the porridge she held in her mouth almost squirted out.

"Cough, cough ~ water...", she beckoned sadly, and the maid Lan Lan immediately handed over the water.

Qing'e looked at the pouring of cold water on the bench with one foot, smiled playfully, folded her sleeves and whispered to Mo Yi: "This Demon Venerable's daughter is quite in line with the atmosphere here." But the barbarians of the Wild Lands. ”

His ears moved, and he listened to it word for word. Then he slapped the table and stood up, pointed at Qing'e, and said angrily: "Do you have a kind of saying it again?"

The Demon Venerable first lowered his face: "They are guests, they must not be rude!"

"Hmph!" sat down helplessly, and said in a cold voice, "I have a lot of adults, so I won't care about you today." However, I have always had a very good ear, and if you want to say anything nasty, go to a more remote place!"

Mo Yi frowned, and knew that Qing'e was violating etiquette like this, so he lowered his head and said, "It's rude." ”

His voice was respectful, but it was very obvious to be protective when it fell into the eyes of the pant.

She deliberately banged the dishes so loudly that she gritted her teeth as she ate.

A meal is unpleasant.

When leaving the table, Qian Miao walked out first, and when she passed by Qing'e and Mo Yi, she was obviously stunned, and then left with a light smile.

I walked to the corridor of the side room, only to hear someone call in a deep voice: "Girl, please stay!"

Tilting Miao stopped, looked back, and saw that the person who came was the 'Light Harvesting Star King'.

She waved her hand to send Lan Lan down, crossed her hands on her waist, and smiled: "Does the Immortal have any orders?"

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and tried not to look at her as much as possible: "Please also ask the girl's subordinates to be merciful and give me the antidote." ”

"What antidote? Shangxian, aren't you confused?" asked Qian Miao pretending to be innocent.

"Did you sprinkle some powder when you were passing by? I found out early and blocked it, so I didn't suck it in at all. It's just that Qing'e didn't have any defense, and now her body has become itchy and unbearable because of the powder. Her heart is not bad, and she doesn't want to deliberately slander you in those words, please forgive the girl and give me the antidote!"

Qian Miao sighed slightly, and thought: It turns out that the fairy's name is Qing'e! This hasn't been long before this trick has been tricked, and this lover of hers has come to ask for an antidote, which is really love! If Qing'e is not bad-hearted, is it implying that I am?

In this way, the tilt is even more reluctant to give up.

She took out the antidote in her sleeve and deliberately shook it in front of Mo Yi's eyes: "I'm the demon girl in your mouth! Of course, it's a femme fatale, I won't give you this antidote!" After speaking, she raised her face and glared at him fiercely.

Mo Yi raised his head suddenly, stepped forward with an arrow, passed through the alley like a breeze, and snatched the bottle of antidote in a breath.

"You... You bully people!!" Leaning Miao stomped his foot fiercely, turned around angrily, but a smile rose at the corner of his lips.

was about to leave, but was stopped by Mo Yi again.

His palms were warm, and there were rough calluses on his fingertips.

The left chest of the leaning Miao suddenly froze, as if it had been hit hard by something.

She pressed the place, stabilized her mind, and pretended to be impatient: "Haven't you already taken the antidote?

Mo Yi held the small white porcelain bottle in front of her eyes, shook it and said, "This is not a real antidote, right?"

Tilting Miao chuckled in her heart. Indeed, this is her usual strategy, deliberately provoking this immortal to obtain the 'antidote', but in fact this is another poison that makes people suffer a little bit on their skin and flesh.

So, she looked away and was silent, thinking that you would not dare to do anything to me.

I saw Mo Yi sigh lightly, suddenly unscrew the medicine bottle, and poured all the medicine powder into his mouth at once.

Tilting Miao looked at him in a daze: "What are you doing here?"

"Before, we were wrong. I know you don't mean to hurt us, it's just a tantrum. You see, I have also taken this medicine, and if you follow your wishes, your anger should also disappear, right? Will you give me that antidote?" he said quietly, but his jade-gray eyes were like a fog, and he couldn't guess his state of mind.

Tian Miao bit her lower lip, turned her head, and unwillingly threw the antidote over, muttering: "Where is such a stupid person, what if I deliberately make it poisonous?"

"You won't. He said affirmatively, as if he had read her mind.

Leaning down his body trembled slightly, and when he lowered his eyes to see that he was still holding his wrist, he immediately shook it off, his cheeks slightly red.

After a moment of silence, she took out a bottle of antidote from her bosom again, stuffed it into his arms, and said in a low voice: "This is the antidote to the thing you just ate, take it quickly!

"Thank you. He whispered, and took the antidote from the bottle.

Looking at him, it was still early spring, but there was a chaotic roar in her head, like the song of a cicada in summer.

In the confusion, I heard him suddenly ask: "Your name is Qingqing?"

"Down. She shook her head and replied very lightly, flustered.

"Oh. He nodded, a slight chuckle on his lips.

He immediately turned and left.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from near and far, and I looked at his back, and felt that he didn't seem to be so annoying.

Mo Yi took the antidote to Qing'e and brought her a bowl of water.

After Qing'e took it, the itching symptoms were immediately relieved, but she tossed for a long time, and her face was tired.

"This demon girl is really hateful! If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't provoke a war, I wouldn't spare her!" Qing'e said hatefully.

Mo Yi frowned, and replied lightly: "Her name is Tilt, don't call her a demon girl again." ”

"But..."Qing'e saw that he was a little displeased, and immediately wanted to explain.

"Alright. I see you're tired, so rest early! I'll come back tomorrow. He interrupted her.

Qing'e was originally very frustrated, but when she heard the sentence at the end of his words, 'I will come to see you again tomorrow', she was happy again, so she nodded obediently.

Mo Yi retreated, but returned to his room, but he couldn't sleep.

To put it bluntly, the mansion of the North Marsh Demon Venerable is a luxurious grotto, and there will always be a dull feeling of being buried underground after staying for a long time. Just like the beginning of the harmony of heaven and earth, he lay alone in the dark and cold underground.

So he sat up from the bed, picked up the flute that had been with him for a long time, and walked out.

There are many crown trees in the north marsh, this tree is tall, and the branches and leaves at the top of the tree are like paper umbrellas.

Mo Yi looked up, and there were all shadows of trees, and there was no bright moon.

Then I jumped to the highest crown tree, and my eyes suddenly opened up.

The night moon is half hanging, and the lonely soul is broken.

Holding the flute to his lips and closing his eyes slightly, it is still an eternal tune, as if this is the only way to soothe a heart that is about to go numb.

She was already asleep in a daze, and suddenly heard a flute in her ears.

His mind suddenly became clear, and he immediately called Lan Lan to light the lamp and candle.

"Lan Lan, who is playing the flute outside? She looked out the door and complained.

Lan Lan yawned: "Miss, I'm afraid you're dreaming, right? It's been two watches, where will there be any flute sound? Besides, except for the second son, there are not a few people who know the rhythm of music in this North Marsh!"

"Didn't you hear?" she didn't believe it, she thought it was a very clear voice.

Lan Lan looked at her again and replied seriously: "There really isn't!"

Is it really because your hearing is too good?

He simply climbed out of bed, put on a thin shirt and walked out the door, saying as he went, "Okay, you can go to sleep again!" I feel a little stuffy, go out and breathe!"

Lan Lan nodded, left a lamp in front of the room, and retreated.

Looking for the sound of the flute, he came to the bottom of the canopy tree.

I used a spell to jump up, and what I saw in front of me was the immortal who couldn't figure out his temper.

Mo Yi felt her breath, glanced at her lightly, and continued to play as if no one was around.

He didn't want to disturb him, so he chose a position not far away and sat down, holding his cheeks with his hands, a rare silence.

Because the sound of his flute is like a twilight rain, all of them are miserable lovesick tunes.

After a long time, Mo Yi stopped, but did not leave.

Standing quietly in place, the breeze blowing on my face, I don't know what I was thinking.

Tilting Miao slowly moved over, tilted her head and asked, "Are you good at music?"

Seeing that Mo Yi didn't answer, he then asked, "What did you just blow?"

Seeing that he was still silent, he asked again: "Why did you run out in the middle of the night to blow it?" Lan Lan said she couldn't hear it, you couldn't have used any spells, did you?"

Mo Yi shook his head slightly.

"That's strange! Did anyone have been with you to listen to you play the flute before?"

He glanced at her, and the moonlight shone brightly in her eyes.

That similar look made his heart go into a trance, and he shook his head, closed his eyes slightly, and said, "If you think about it, there is really someone who has been with me all the time, but she doesn't talk as much as you." ”