"Wife?" I couldn't think about it, but I didn't expect that what Mo Yucheng said was this. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHowever, it is natural for young people to be attracted to women. What's more, Mo Yucheng has not yet reached the period of breaking off love, and emotional matters are naturally not exempt from vulgarity.

Perhaps, this is also an opportunity for you? The more things and the more complicated they are, the more loopholes he has to exploit, which is the realization he has gained with blood and tears in his long journey of cultivating demons.

Neng Yu instantly turned into joy: "Although in the end, you will also enter the realm of no desire and no love in the master, but while you are young now, feeling the red dust will also be of great help to your future cultivation." I wonder where your wife is now? It seems that the master wants to contribute a greeting gift, right? ”

"She was poisoned and rested in my dormitory, I came back this time in the hope that the master could help the apprentices, so that the elders could detoxify Xiaoru together."

Mo Yucheng thought about it, if he wanted to detoxify Xiaoru quickly, only the Heavenly Demon Array of the Demon King Elders in the dungeon was the most convenient.

"Okay, I'll leave this to the teacher, you go back to accompany your wife first! As soon as the elders are ready, I will have you informed. ”

Although the matter of detoxification is not too late, Mo Yucheng knows the strange temper of those elders, and he must not be in a hurry.

He had already fed "Wen Jinru" several life-saving pills, among which there was a superb pill that could save people's lives for twelve hours. Twelve hours, with the master out of the horse, it should be enough.

What he didn't know was that the "Wen Jinru" he brought back was just an illusion that was constantly blurring, and his elixirs were all wasted.

Mo Yucheng received an extremely positive reply from his master, knowing that 99% of the matter was done, and returned to his dormitory full of joy.

Seeing the little man in the brocade quilt lying quietly sleeping in it, Mo Yucheng instantly felt relieved, and felt that his life was close to perfection so far.

"No wonder some people say, only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals, if I can stay with you for a long time, even if I am just an ordinary person, I am happy. Just, when you wake up, will you like me? ”

But, no matter what, she shouldn't like that damn Ke Minshuo, right?

Mo Yucheng remembered his lonely childhood, which was already unfortunate enough, because the damn Ke Minshuo made his disaster even worse.

Ke Minshuo, even if Xiaoru has nothing to do with you from now on, I will never let you go.

Mo Yucheng's hatred for Ke Minshuo has gone deep into his bones, just like his love for Wen Jinru.

But in his eyes, he had no luck against the sky, and he didn't know that great pain was slowly approaching him.

As time passed, the two hours that Yu Xiaoxiao said slowly slipped away, and the phantom "Wen Jinru" slowly turned into mist under Mo Yucheng's nose.

Of course, Mo Yucheng found out about this situation for the first time, he yelled in despair, and immediately rushed towards "Wen Jinru", but it was too late, except for the still cold quilt on the bed, the originally delicate and bewitching woman turned into a cloud of mist and dispersed in the air.

At this time, Mo Yucheng still didn't think that "Wen Jinru" was just a phantom, and he stubbornly believed that his Xiaoru had died in such a rare way.

"Small as ...... Ke Minshuo, you wait, I won't let you go. He let out another desperate roar and rushed out of the dungeon.

Neng, who had been snooping outside his dormitory, looked at his departing back and clenched his fists helplessly: How could this fool not see that his so-called wife was just a phantom? However, his luck was really good, he was going to do it tonight, and it seems that he can only wait for next time.

It's a pity that he can't get out of the dungeon, otherwise, the chaotic state of Mo Yucheng at this time is his best chance to absorb souls.

Forget it, just wait! Maybe when he enters the period of breaking off love, his spirit will be even more delicious.

Mo Yucheng, who has always called himself miserable, escaped the clutches of his master in this way.

He endured his grief and returned to his little dungeon, only to find that it had somehow changed its appearance.

Mo Qian, who had been waiting for him to come back here, saw that his master finally appeared in the dungeon, and immediately greeted him happily: "The master is back?" What about Madame? ”

"Ma'am? How do you know about Madame? Have you ever been back to the main city? Mo Yucheng was shocked when he heard Mo Qian mention the word "madam".

"Didn't you say it yourself? You see, the name of your current dormitory. ”

"Yes! I did tell you. "In fact, Mo Yucheng only mentioned it to Mo Qian.

"We are all waiting for you to bring Madame back, you see that the city is now arranged according to Madame's preferences, and the vegetables and fruits grown by the slaves are growing well, and Madame must be happy to see it." Mo Qian himself was also very happy, he liked the atmosphere in the dungeon now.

Mo Yucheng didn't know that someone had pretended to be himself to turn the dungeon upside down, and thought that Mo Qian was making his own claims: "These are all supervised by you?" Yes, just do as you ask. I'm going to retreat for a while, and you can take care of the dungeon for the time being! ”

Although his Xiaoru is gone, it is rare for Mo Qian to have such a heart, Mo Yucheng waved his hand, summoned the leaders of the city, and temporarily handed over the power of the dungeon to Mo Qian.

Ke Minshuo didn't know that Mo Yucheng not only did not lose his spirit, but returned to the small dungeon. He also planned to pretend to be Mo Yucheng back later and slowly transport the hostages here.

It's just that there are too many facts for them to do when they return to the imperial capital, so they can only queue up for the last thing to return to the dungeon.

The first thing they did when they returned to the imperial capital was to distribute the secret book of cultivating immortals, of course, after Guangfa, it was not a cheat, but a manual.

In addition to publicizing the basic knowledge and cheats of cultivating immortals on the official website of Shuilan, they also distributed hundreds of millions of immortal cultivation manuals for free.

It is still being printed, and Ke Minshuo means that everyone should have a copy.

Not to mention how surprised ordinary people are when they get this immortal cultivation manual, just say that those big coffees, predators, and bigwigs who have hundreds of years of ambition to seize power are also dumbfounded for a while: immortal cultivation manual? Really? If you can cultivate immortals, what power will you take?

Forget it, whether it's real or not, let people try it first.

Some people questioned that even if the immortal cultivation manual is true, but not everyone can cultivate immortals, what about those who can't cultivate immortals? Don't worry, the Immortal Cultivation Handbook clearly states that the newly established Immortal Cultivation Association has a supply of miracle medicines, and the high-priced Fire Tree Fruit can develop immortal energy for ordinary people. As for those who can't afford to buy fire tree fruits, the Immortal Cultivation Association has a supply of longevity pills. These people can grow and sell spiritual herbs and elixirs for the use of immortal cultivators...... When the Immortal Cultivation Association grows more fire tree fruits, everything will be solved.

Such a thoughtful arrangement made the Shui Lan people collectively speechless, but when they thought that the president of the Immortal Cultivation Association was the famous former Nine Emperor Prince Ke Minxuan, they continued to find a place to study the Immortal Cultivation Handbook speechlessly.

The entire Shui Lan seemed to have entered a peaceful mode in an instant, and even the poisonous butterflies that had been hovering in the air of Shui Lan were as if they had been summoned back, and there was not a single one left, as if they had never appeared. (To be continued.) )