In the nearly 100 years since he stepped into the realm of cultivating immortals, Mo Kongjing has always considered himself a person who is not very lucky.

But now she has decided to change her luck to a bad luck!

As we all know, the more down-to-earth way of saying it's luck.

And in the world of cultivating immortals, this magical thing has a collective name, that is, luck, that is, immortal fate!

All things in heaven and earth pay attention to a fate, and this fate is deep and shallow, blessed and woeful.

After cultivating immortals for so many years, except for the little family background left to her by her master, it was only now that she realized that she was really too naïve.

What you want, you never have.

Escape the things, on the rush to come!

When the group saw the trembling straw bales covered in blood in the middle of the disciples, the expressions of Poria and Mu Yanran were surprised and a little distressed.

And Yueyi, who stroked his chin, secretly recorded the tenacious life record of the fairy spirit grass, and if he got lost, he would run back by himself!

I have to say that once the wisdom of flowers and trees is opened, it should not be underestimated.

"Straw bale, are you alright?" Not caring about the blood stains on its body at all, Mu Yanran immediately squatted down and wanted to hug it into his arms, which was trembling even the leaves.

It's good to feel distressed and pity, but what if the other party doesn't care at all?

And straw bales are such a typical representative of ingratitude, who doesn't know what to do!

When Mu Yanran and Poria were feeling sorry for it, it smiled stupidly and pounced on the cold figure on the other side who ignored it.

When Mo Kongjing was on guard, of course, it was impossible for the straw bales to succeed.

So I pounced with it so hard. Her casual flash, the final result was that the straw bale fell to the ground in a daze.

But the straw bale, who didn't care about this, continued to pounce in the air three times in a row, and fell down again after a few flutters in mid-air. In the distressed eyes of the second daughter, it finally gained a little memory.

The two small black dots seemed to blink a few times, and the straw bag handed over the gossip bag hanging on the branches and leaves.

"Is this just a gossip bag?" Mo Kongjing, who was originally not interested in this bag, saw the unique image on the Qiankun bag, and his eyes lit up.

Some evasively pinched the blood-stained Qiankun bag with one hand, and she secretly remembered that in many books, the gossip Qiankun bag was a status symbol.

At the very least, you have to be a monk in the transformation stage to wear it, not to mention how deep the family background of the monk in the transformation stage is. The Qiankun bag itself alone is already a magic weapon that can hold living creatures.

And when the straw bag saw that its 'master' was very 'happy' to accept the treasure it offered, it jumped even more happily.

"Haha, Ah Jing. Just keep this little one, it's still useful, isn't it? Mu Yanran, who was watching from the sidelines, laughed out loud, but at the same time as she laughed, something shocking happened.

Mo Kongjing's hand is holding the gossip bag. It was because of such a thing that distracted her. As a result, when the straw bag pounced, she didn't react at all when she was holding the gossip bag!

It was actually nothing to be pounced on by the straw bale, but at this moment, the straw bale was stained with blood all over its body, and the mixture of green leaves and blood made it look very fragile.

But the tenacious vitality makes it full of vitality!

A few people who realized it were a little sluggish to react, where is this liquid of plants, it's obviously human blood!

Compared to the sudden realization of the other three, the mood was depressed, and Mo Kongjing, who was about to reach the breaking point, only had the thought of drawing his sword in his heart.

The good ones were stained with blood. Should she be angry, or should she be angry? Or should you get angry?

Obviously, no one will be happy to provoke a bloody body for no reason.

And just when Mo Kongjing was about to rush into anger, Mu Yanran, who had a premonition, pounced on the straw bag at a very fast speed, not minding the pungent smell of blood on its body at all.

What's even more speechless is that not only Mu Yanran is like this, but even Poria cocos pounced on the straw bale after putting away the frost tightly.

Is she looking horrible?

Or is it because this straw bale is so cute?

The corners of her mouth cramped, she was completely out of temper after seeing Mu Yanran and Poria's identical pleading eyes, if you have it, you can spoil it, sooner or later, you will be spoiled, sooner or later one day you will be spoiled by lawlessness!

"Although I know that this sentence is not appropriate for me, but at this moment, I understand your feelings very well." Tsukiichi, who was also depressed, put a sympathetic look on her.

After looking sideways at Mu Yanran and Poria who were very careful to clean up the blood stains on the straw bales, he calmly looked away, as if he couldn't see it.

I don't know why, even he has a delusion.

It was as if the two of them were not raising a grass at all, but a pampered child.

At least so far, he hadn't seen anyone wash and massage a single grass!

Ignoring Yue Yi's sympathetic expression, he made a water trick with an expressionless face and washed away the blood stains on the gossip bag, Mo Kongjing calmly opened it.

It stands to reason that monks in the Transformation Stage will definitely mark their Qiankun bags with exclusive divine consciousness to prevent others from prying eyes.

Before opening it, she was also ready to be devoured by the divine sense, but what was surprising was that this gossip bag didn't know which master of the god transformation period belonged to, and the divine consciousness was not printed on it at all.

It's just that after the gossip bag was completely opened, the original excited mood suddenly fell to the bottom, and the ice was in the bones.

First, it's empty.

Second, the bag is broken.

Empty, empty, empty, broken, broken!

At this moment, Mo Kongjing experienced a turning point of great ups and downs.

First from bliss, then to extreme sorrow.

Such a mood is really indescribable, as if at the happiest time, I was suddenly splashed with cold water by a passerby.

Although this gossip bag fell from the sky, because it was obtained by straw bags, it didn't take much effort to get it.

But it had been gained, and it was lost again at the same time.

There are big ups and downs in this, but you can really talk about smearing a handful of bitter tears!

Pit!

Is that bad luck for her?

When you get a gossip bag, it's empty, it's still broken!

What's the use of asking for a broken bag?

Do you use it as a fingerless glove?

When Mo Kongjing angrily threw the gossip bag in his hand to the ground, the unknown Yue suddenly picked it up consciously, and this pick-up, Yue Yi suddenly understood each other's feelings.

Without saying a word, he followed Mo Kongjing's appearance and threw the gossip bag on the ground.

It's really strange to say, this gossip bag is no longer something they can control, but people are like this, once they lose what they have in their hands and lose it, they will feel unwilling.

Ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like the treasure is empty!

But the reality is like this, it's just an empty and broken bag, and how many people have lost their blood for it.

There has never been a shortage of blatant robbery in the world of cultivating immortals, clothed in a veil of gorgeous morality, and how many of the really hidden faces under the veil can see the light?

The winner is king.

(To be continued.) )