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Mo Youran didn't know who the evil lord was, but she knew the demon clan; I've heard about the demon clan before, especially Senior Sister Liu'er who entered the demon clan to cultivate the demon path; It may be that she has an equal education that causes her to have no aversion to the demons, but that is only limited to the demons with a good heart, and she wants to believe that there are good and evil in both people and demons!

She looked at Ye Xiuchen who was walking towards her and couldn't help frowning, at this time, Ye Xiuchen was dressed in a green shirt, and under the reflection of the sun, his handsome face, which was already bloodless, looked as pale as a piece of white paper; At this moment, he was holding his chest with one hand and walking towards this side; Seeing this, Mo Youran hurriedly went over and stroked the crumbling Ye Xiuchen and asked anxiously:

"What happened to Xiu Chen? How could you be so badly injured? ”

Leng Mohan heard this, his eyes narrowed and looked at Ye Xiuchen, who was also looking at him, and his eyes looked at each other.

The war between the two people without gunpowder was all imprinted in Mo Youran's eyes, she stared at Leng Mohan in disbelief, and her words were full of inquiry:

"Senior Evil Monarch, is it your fault for my senior brother's injury?"

The words 'Evil Monarch Senior' stabbed Leng Mohan's ears and pierced his heart even more; this woman called her that senior brother Du Xiuchen Xiuchen, but it was his turn to be a senior; yes, it was not wrong for him to be a Yuanying monk at this time, but that guy was already in the Dan period?

Mo Youran saw that he just looked at himself and didn't admit it, let alone deny it, she looked a little angry;

"The juniors dare to ask the seniors, is the injury on Xiu Chen's body related to the seniors?"

Mo Youran didn't wait for his reply to ask again, and this time there was already a slight chill in his words;

Leng Mohan looked at her face with frost but still beautiful, the corners of his mouth were slightly picked, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and his words were a little cold and proud;

"Don't you ask Benjun why he hurt him? I hate Ben-kun so much? Don't think that Benjun likes you and doesn't dare to kill you, you don't care about it at all when you build a small foundation and cultivate for Benjun, you dare to question Benjun like this, don't say that your senior brother can even destroy this entire city Benjun can be destroyed if he says it! ”

The strong coercion made everyone sitting a little unbearable, and this coercion was unintentionally flowed out by him because he was angry, and found that his coercion was a little injured so that he couldn't bear to take it back;

Mo Youran forcibly suppressed the true yuan that was a little messy, and his words were even more decisive:

"That's right! Your old man is a primordial monk, the evil lord of the demon race! My little foundation building monk is a scum in your old eyes, what's the matter? Want to kill me? ”

Although the words belittle themselves everywhere and are too high for the other party, but those angry and unyielding looks, where is there a little fear?

In fact, Leng Mohan regretted it after he said those words, but he was as proud as he could withstand Mo Youran's rejection again and again; His pride, his dignity made it impossible to turn back from what he said, he looked at Mo Youran's tone was still angry, and asked in a deep voice:

"I'll just ask you, would you like to go back to the Qingyu Altar with me?"

"I don't want to!"

Mo Youran replied cleanly, as if he didn't see Leng Mohan's extremely gloomy face at all;

"Good, good; I don't have what kind of woman I want, I just see that you are a little special so I treat you better, but you don't know what to do; Since you don't want to, this gentleman is not rare; ”

It's really a rush, and the more you talk about it, the more you can't get down; At this time, Leng Mohan was completely enraged by the sentence 'unwillingness', just like a little beast tearing at his heart, flicking his sleeves with the last trace of reason and leaving angrily;

Mo Youran looked at the afterimage of him in the distance and the hurtful words he said just now, Mo Youran's little face was already flushed with anger, but seeing that the weak Ye Xiuchen still resisted the urge to scold, he took out a cyan vial from the jade bracelet, opened the cap and gave it to Ye Xiuchen, and then handed him the whole bottle:

"This bottle of small Dan repair..... Uncle Shi will stay and heal! ”

She almost called someone's name again, just now because of Leng Mohan's matter, she didn't care about Ye Xiuchen's cultivation, but at this time, Mo Youran found that he had formed a golden pill, and it was a little inappropriate to call him by name, so he changed his name to Uncle Shi;

The two family heads beside her saw that the small pill she gave to Ye Xiuchen was of the best quality, one was already priceless, and she actually gave someone a bottle, which was really eye-catching, but they were all monks who had a knot, how could they ask a foundation monk to ask for the reason for the elixir, and in the end, the two had to leave;

This superb small pill was not only seen by the two family masters, but also Ye Xiuchen, who was familiar with the pill, that the rich aroma made people feel relaxed when they smelled it, and he did not shirk and accept it generously;

"Leisurely, in fact, you can call me by my name directly outside"

Mo Youran smiled when he heard this:

"Alas! You're a monk now, I'm afraid it's inappropriate for me to call your name, and if you can't change your mouth for a while when you get back to the door, you'll be in trouble! ”

The two returned to Xu's house while talking, and Mo leisurely sent him into the room; The two sat opposite each other but didn't know what to say, Mo Youran didn't ask him why he was injured by Leng Mohan, because there was no need for this; At this time, the most important thing for Mo Youran was to cultivate the Jie Dan, she had a lot of things, so much so that she didn't have time to think about the depression in her heart when Leng Mohan left;

Her sleeves swept over the table, and an ice-blue sword appeared on the table;

"Uncle Shi, this is a sword I accidentally got in the tower, called Ice Spirit, I took a look at it and it was a spiritual weapon, but unfortunately it was an ice attribute magic weapon I couldn't use it;"

Mo Youran's eyes flashed with a look of calculation, which made Ye Xiuchen, who was looking at her on the other side, feel uncomfortable like a cat worried about a mouse;

"Hey..... Uncle Shi, you see that this ice spirit is indeed a good thing, if I could use it myself, I would have kept it a long time ago; It seems that in the end, it is still the most suitable for Uncle Shi, or do you have any good things for me to change? ”

The corners of Ye Xiuchen's mouth twitched, this guy finally got what he couldn't use and ran to him to change things; But those sparkling eyes and that cunning and cute look are really crazy;

Mo Youran saw that he didn't react for a long time, just staring at himself; She stretched out her little hand and shook it in front of his eyes, and shouted:

"Uncle Shi? Teacher? ”

Ye Xiuchen came back to his senses a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but scold himself in his heart that his Dao heart was not firm enough, how could he have that feeling for a man? It can't be infected by Leng Mohan, right?

"Uncle Shi, why is your face so red? Is your injury coming back again? ”

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Ye Xiuchen's wrist, wanting to take his pulse; As soon as the cold little hand touched Ye Xiuchen's arm, the latter dodged like an electric shock; Mo Youran pouted a little embarrassed and said:

"Do you want to change it for a happy word!"

Ye Xiuchen silently recited the heart-clearing mantra in his heart, returned to his previous plain expression, and asked with a light smile:

"What do you want to change for me? I don't have anything to use with a fire-based spiritual root! ”

Mo Youran had already guessed that he didn't have a fire-based thing that she could use, but what she wanted was something else;

"Then I wonder if Uncle Shi has a magic weapon that can hold a lot of water?"

Ye Xiuchen shook his head lightly after thinking for a while, and when he saw Mo Youran's somewhat depressed little face, he couldn't help but smile lightly:

"I don't know what you want to do, although I don't have one, but I know someone who has a similar magic weapon, as long as you recite the magic formula, you can come out like a spring; I guess I will recover from my injuries in a few days, and when I get back to my teacher's door, I will ask him for you to come. ”

Mo Youran was overjoyed when he heard this, and he generously pushed the ice sword in front of Ye Xiuchen;

"Thank you, Uncle Shi, this Uncle Bingluo will accept it first, and you heal your wounds first and leave leisurely;"