The ugly male cultivator was not interested in arguing with Huang Weiyi, and counted by himself: ......"one", "two", ...... "three" The figure of the ugly short male cultivator was clearly imprinted in Huang Weiyi's eyes, and his divine sense could not catch the figure of the other party, and the other party's body was not only fast, but should be a combination of strength and speed. And the magical night energy. Huang Weiyi endured the huge pain in his right chest, he couldn't dodge, although the strength of his body couldn't keep up with the speed captured by the magic eye, it was a very troublesome result for his head to be broken, it was one thing to dodge, it was another thing to dodge or not, he mobilized all his strength on his head, trying to dodge the invisible claw shadow of the other party. His magic eye could tell the truth of the claw shadow, and the image captured by the magic eye was reproduced in his consciousness, but the desperate thing was that he couldn't dodge it, and watched as the claw grabbed his head, closed it, and used it hard, hard......

Huang Weiyi opened his demon eyes and glanced at the male cultivator in the sky, but the demon baby did not move, firmly rooted in the divine soul. If you die, you will die, what else can you do? You will definitely not be able to escape, you will definitely not be able to fight, will this kind of death be regarded as a premature death? The great pain of Huang Weiyi's divine soul and divine consciousness is like a storm struck. His face remained cold, undistorted.

Suddenly, Huang Weiyi shook from side to side a few times as if he was caught by a giant in the sky, and he vaguely sensed his head, sliding along the weak position of the strength of the male cultivator's claws, and subtly drew a few circles back and forth, the trajectory of the circle was always the weak point of the strength in the male cultivator's claws, as slippery as a loach.

Huang Weiyi involuntarily withdrew a small step towards the rear of the test. It was this small step that was out of the range of the short male cultivator's claw attack.

Huang Weiyi is still in a state of dizziness, the speed is too fast, the power is too great, and the trajectory is too mysterious. But he didn't care about the deep grooves cut by the other party's claws on his head and face, and the splatters of flesh covered his handsome and demonic face. He concentrated all his energy, clutching on the feeling and the small step he had just taken.

The ugly and short male cultivator looked surprised, and he knew that he didn't have any hands left. This monk, who is a great realm below himself, is indeed vulnerable. In fact, he didn't have any intention of teasing, he just wanted to scratch the other party's head and leave his demon baby. But it's really the same as the feeling of grabbing a loach, when he exerts force, the opponent's head always slides to the weak place, he tries to exert force evenly, and envelops the opponent with a magic field, but the guy's head shook a few times, and his force field was shattered like a mirror. That feeling of being powerful and having nowhere to vent made him almost go crazy.

Is this what he relied on? This technique is good!

The male cultivator was still about to make a move, when Mo Suyuan's voice came: "Senior Brother Zhong, do you still want to have a face?" Then Mo Suyuan's figure appeared on Huang Weiyi's side.

Huang Weiyi remained motionless, and his expression did not change at all. Outsiders could not find the slightest trace of his inner change in his face.

"From now on, he, Huang Weiyi, is my Demon Suyuan's servant! Please follow the rules. Outer disciples will not accept the challenge of monks higher than their own realm for a hundred years. Beginners in the sect can not accept any challenges for ten years. Presumably, the senior brothers and younger brothers are aware of the rules. Mo Suyuan played with the jade card in her hand.

Huang Weiyi confirmed that nothing was missing, and he would not forget everything he had just shaken and that random small step until he died. Slowly and deeply inhaled, the transparent hole in the right chest, and the groove in the head, the black mist rolled, stopping the flowing blood. The essence and magic power converge and slowly repair the seriously injured demon body.

There were more than a dozen male cultivators around, and seeing that Mo Suyuan helped Huang Weiyi get the jade plate so quickly, they had to admit that the power of the beauty was infinite. It is not surprising if it is a disciple who enters the sect through a normal way, but Huang Weiyi enters the sect through an abnormal way. The sect is very strict with its disciples. Seeing that Mo Suyuan didn't hand the disciple jade plate to Huang Weiyi, Senior Brother Zhong said coldly: "What's your name, follow me and be my servant, I will ensure that you are rampant among the disciples of the Imperial Night Sect, and I will bear all your cultivation resources." Otherwise you will live up to ten years. Ten years from now, you're going to die!"

Mo Suyuan smiled and continued to play with the jade card, which jumped in the palm of her hand. Senior Brother Zhong saw Huang Weiyi glancing at him coldly, so he continued to heal. Then he said: "Do you know what a servant is? A servant is a humanoid puppet, a humanoid toy, you follow me, I can not let you be a servant, just be my entourage." Once you become a servant, your life will no longer be your own. Sister Demon can't give you anything. ”

After a while, Huang Weiyi's injuries were no longer serious, and his face was a little pale.

He sighed secretly, but he regretted his clothes, this dress was an immortal treasure, which cost a lot of family resources, and he couldn't stop someone else's blow. Huang Weiyi is very confident in his demon body, not inferior to Xianbao. It seems really too weak. What is the reason? Is it magic power or exercises? Or is it the difference in realms? In terms of cultivation talent, he is confident that he is no worse than Senior Brother Zhong in front of him. Ten years? Why do you need ten years, give me two years, and you won't recognize your parents.

He knew that he lacked the support of strength, and his real strength was inadequate. As long as he cultivated here for a period of time, with the power of the night, and after comprehending that miraculous action, he firmly believed that no matter how strong Senior Brother Zhong was, he would not be able to hurt him in the slightest. His cultivation of the Void Demon Skill is very strong, his cultivation speed is very fast, and there are no sequelae. In the future, there is no need to deliberately refine clothes, just refine the body. Huang Weiyi has never seen the true face of Mo Suyuan, so he won't think about it too much. What's more, in order to find the true demon, even if it is ugly, what about the ugly monster, she helped me, and I will not be disappointed.

He walked over and took the disciple card from between Mo Suyuan's jade fingers, and his eyes showed a trace of tenderness: "I will be your servant, when I am stronger than you, I will be your guard, you will live up to me, I will live and die." ”

"Cherish your ten years. After Senior Brother Zhong finished speaking, he folded his hands and left. The other monks did not speak, but dispersed. Huang Weiyi accepted the jade plate, and they could only give it up temporarily. They don't have the strength to challenge the rules.

All the monks left, and Mo Suyuan led Huang Weiyi into the cave. The furnishings of the cave house are simple, but neat and orderly. Mo Suyuan took out dozens of pots of purple and gorgeous flowers from the storage bag, adding a lot of color to the hall. As she set it up, she said, "Zhong Motian is right, Hu Cong is a humanoid puppet, a humanoid toy, it's too late for you to regret it now." ”

"Why do I regret it?"

"What if I want you to die, what if I'm really ugly?"

"I have hovered on the brink of death countless times, without fear. I'm your servant now, whether you're ugly or beautiful, what does it have to do with me?"

"Well, after a hundred years, you won't be able to get ahead, and I will become the plaything of other monks. ”

"The weight of my card is not light!Mo Suyuan, give me ten years, and after ten years, I will kill all the monks and disciples of the Royal Night Sect who have humiliated you. Give me a hundred years, and I'll take you where you want to go, provided you live up to me. If you don't dislike it at that time, marry me, Huang Weiyi will live up to it. ”

"Okay, Mo Suyuan has been waiting for you for a hundred years, and she can only wait for you for a hundred years. I'll bet you on the real devil for a hundred years!"

"If you believe me, Huang Weiyi will be your servant for the rest of his life. Let's go, I'll go to practice outside the cave. ”

"Cultivate the same inside. ”

"It's not the same. Two years later, please kill me with all your might, if you can kill me, it means that I am not worthy, if you can't kill me, there will be an extra shadow in the Imperial Night Sect. I will be a nightmare for many monks. Huang Weiyi did not hesitate at all and walked towards the outside of the cave. Take a seat on the way to the Mosowon Cave Mansion.

Mo Suyuan is self-reliant and self-reliant, and the children of typical poor people are in charge early. It's just that she doesn't attach herself to the powerful, she doesn't depend on interests, and she keeps her little true spirit immortal. She can live a rich life with just one look, but she thinks that if that happens, it will definitely be the beginning of her fall, and she will have no relationship with the true demon from now on. She was struggling, struggling to support, struggling to wait. A lot of times she doesn't know what she's expecting, whether it's going to be a result, but she feels that her expectations, though vain, are real. I can't control others, if I can't control myself, what am I still alive for? I have no background, no background, no one's right, my parents are right, I'm not wrong, even if I'm poor, I have poor ideals, I have my own poor dignity, and I want to deprive myself of the last poor dignity, only to die. You have your superiority, you are superior. Don't use your superiority to deprive me of my dignity, you are not worthy, if the Tao is like this, the Tao is not worthy, you are - what kind of north and south! I, Mo Suyuan is in the vanity of life, but dust, you are not nobler than me. I don't mean to live on you! I don't care about your vanity! Mo Suyuan's heart is agitated, like a sea of thunder......

She is enlightened, she is enlightened, and if she is not enlightened, she is a lifetime. She realized the equality of life, the helplessness of life, the infinity of life, the power of life, the fate of life, and the end of life...... The devil is not another kind of life, it is the form of the Tao, the Tao is also the devil, the devil is also the Tao, the Tao is forever, the devil is forever...... Demon: What is a demon, what is a real demon? Demon Suyuan fell into an infinite nightmare.

Two years is not a long time, Huang Weiyi opened his eyes, and there were whites in his eyes, just like a human. But the whites of his eyes were different, like a bottomless abyss, white, miserable, and bleak. It's so white that it's distressing, chilling, and trembling. Like a corpse blistered white.

He felt the power, the power that had shaken his head, the power that shook the sky. Huang Weiyi is not obsessed with this kind of power, he understands that he is improving, Zhong Motian can't hurt himself, it doesn't mean anything, Zhong Motian is only stronger than himself for a while, and there are more monks than Zhong Motian as life. He was still weak. He knows that very well. But what about Mo Su Yuan? What about Mo Su Yuan's attack?

Huang Weiyi's demon eye swept, and Mo Suyuan did not close the cave. Huang Weiyi understood what she meant, there was no need, there was no difference between closed and closed. Mo Suyuan's face was like the wind and clouds before a rainstorm, constantly changing in confusion.

"You have lived too hard, you could have lived arrogantly, you could have lived a domineering life, why bother? You and I will eventually pass away, why bother? You don't have to care too much, the real devil? Where are you and my true demons......? Why do you bother? Wake up, wake up!" Huang Weiyi caressed Mo Suyuan's jade face, calling her ugly and handsome, it was enough to have this true feeling, it was really enough. What if the sky is falling apart and the sea is rotten? Huang Weiyi's movements are very gentle, and his eyes are full of tenderness and sweetness, soft as the wind and silk. The fluttering magic voice whispered in Mo Suyuan's ears: "Wake up...... Wake up...... Mo Suyuan wake up, I am your eternal subordinate, you and I depend on each other in life and death, Huang Weiyi protects you thoroughly, protects you forever! You give me your future, I will slaughter your past humiliation, so that you can be happy in the memories of future humiliation! Wake up...... Wake up...... Mo Suyuan wakes up, I will accompany you to find the real demon. Demons are not demons, demons are not Tao, demons are demons, and demons are our Tao. ”

Huang Weiyi's demon eyes were soaked with demon tears, and the demon tears dripped, and in the boundless magic nightmare, the spirit of the floating demon Suyuan vibrated abruptly, slowly returning to clarity. Huang Weiyi's gentle call echoed in her soul!