"Don't lie to me, I don't have anything. If you lie to me, I swear by the true devil that you will destroy your demons. Mo Suyuan's floating voice sounded, like thunder. Jade face is confused.

"The bread will be there, everything will be there. You are rich, rich and rich. Huang Weiyi's voice was cold.

After two years of perception and the entanglement of the nightmare, Mo Suyuan's mental strength was almost exhausted. If Huang Weiyi wakes up a year and a half late, she may really die of exhaustion. Mo Suyuan returned to her original appearance, and fell into a deep sleep in the crook of Huang Weiyi's arm, with a faceless face like a Tao, revealing a shallow smile of satisfaction and tranquility.

Huang Weiyi's skills have greatly improved, and at a glance, he knows that this should be her original face. Mo Suyuan's beauty does not make Bai Ling faint at all, and in some aspects it is even better. Bai Lingmiao's shemale hybrid, Mo Suyuan's simple race, is more innocent and natural than Bai Lingmiao. The white spirit is misty and the demon is a demon with a small number of people, each with its own merits. Huang Weiyi gently supported Mo Suyuan, walked to her humble boudoir, and moved her stone gum, he had a warm jade bed, which was rarely used. Huang Weiyi was born in a big family, and there are many good things he needs for life. He used the power of the night to hold the sleeping Mo Suyuan, and gently fell to the warm jade bed, and then opened the magic circle of the warm jade bed. He has a lust and is not evil.

Walking out of the cave, Huang Weiyi knew that he had made the right bet, and the demon blood was extraordinary. The original plan was to let Mo Suyuan kill herself, and maybe she would take something out of the demon's blood on the edge of life and death. Now that she plans to make a bath, when Mo Suyuan will wake up, no one knows, Huang Weiyi wants her to sleep until she wakes up naturally. This nun is not easy, let her sleep! If she doesn't have the help of demon blood, she and Mo Suyuan's lives have no future. Now that he had the possibility, he had to cherish this somewhat disgusting opportunity, if it weren't for the demon blood that came out of the little bald head's mouth, even if it was taken out of the beast's mouth. The little bald head is fooling around nowhere, he should still be alive!

Mo Suyuan slept very deeply and peacefully. This feeling of sleeping soundly in the arms of my parents is beautiful, wonderful and down-to-earth. If she really fell asleep like this, Mo Suyuan wouldn't be able to live now, or not live like she is now. Her wariness is always there, this is the pity and helplessness of the weak life: she wants to live, and she lives according to her own wishes. She must have given more than any other life unlike her, even her life. Other things that life had at her fingertips were far away from her. But Mo Suyuan didn't complain, and she didn't care about people. Since there is a fate, there will be luck to accompany it, and if the fortune does not exist, the fate is up to me.

When she lay on the warm jade bed, she was still unmoved. She had died in a better warm jade bed than this, and the death of a thick sore was not the beautiful way she wanted to die. Later, in the barren mountains and mountains, she survived, and countless insects and beasts died around her. She can't think of whose fault it is, but she firmly believes that she is not wrong, that her parents are not wrong.

If Huang Weiyi moves slightly, she will do her best to fight him, but if she can't kill the other party, it's a big deal to die again. My body and my soul are my masters, and I will never trade my body or my soul for profit. The current Huang Weiyi is not good either. The moment Huang Weiyi opened the magic circle, Mo Suyuan fell asleep sweetly like an ignorant baby.

How many years? She can't remember clearly, in order to keep the last bit of her true yin that is pitiful and ridiculous in the eyes of others, but everyone wants to get his father. For the last bit of dignity that the true yin and the true demon looked down on, at least at the moment when others pounced on her, Mo Suyuan died more than five times.

She didn't know what was going on, and just as her true spirit was about to dissipate, she was inexplicably pushed back. She had cursed viciously at that inexplicable and wonderful thing, didn't the poor life have the right to die? What the hell are you? You can't give me strength, but you always let me live! Is it true that the meaning of my life is to vent my disgusting life? You can't do it, no one can do it, no matter what the hell you are!

Huang Weiyi is not disgusting for the time being, who knows in the future? But compared to other monks, Huang Weiyi is trustworthy at the moment, and this is enough, for endless years, except for his parents, Huang Weiyi is the only life that allows him to sleep peacefully. Mo Suyuan is really tired and tired, and her jade face is shining and shining, but unfortunately only God knows, the earth knows, the Tao knows, and the night knows, and Huang Weiyi doesn't know.

Huang Weiyi's vain magic skills are extraordinary, and outsiders can't see the slightest ripple. An endless tide of night power flowed from the eyes to the whole body. Demon blood always maintains a constant attraction speed, never stopping, it is an abyss.

Mo Suyuan's heart is very relaxed, her whole person is very relaxed, she is relaxed and comfortable wandering in her world, dangling in the endless void, she enjoys the state of mind after complete relaxation, after leaving her parents, the heartstrings that have been tense can be released. She is like a happy bird, like a ray of bright spring light, like a spring in a mountain stream, fluttering with her dreams, her heart, and her enchantment.

Monks have no dreams, monks have dreams. Mo Suyuan's dream is very beautiful, in fact, it is not a dream, it is a gentle power that she has cursed once, the power to prevent her from dying, and it is happily circling around Mo Suyuan at this moment. In the past, she only wanted to die quickly, and she never felt it carefully. How did this thing come out for no reason? Am I going to die again?

"You're not going to die. Hello, I am the Spirit of Death. A childish voice came from Mo Suyuan's consciousness, very cheerful.

"Death Spirit? What's going on? Am I going to die again? Where are you from?" Mo Suyuan's mind was full of questions.

"Yes, I am the Spirit of Death, I have always been there, like your true spirit, I have existed since the beginning of your life, but I have been locked up by you all these years. The childish voice introduced cheerfully.

"It's always been there, why don't I know it?"

"You and I are one, you give birth to me, you die and I scatter, I am a wisp of energy between heaven and earth, born with your true spirit, grow with your heart, you are you, I am me, understand? You have been tightening your heartstrings all these years, your mood is closed, and I naturally can't come out. The first few times you opened your mind before you died, I could save you. Otherwise, you'd be dead. "The spirit of death croaked and rejoiced.

"Are there many dead spirits?"

"Not much, there will probably be one or two in a piece of star in tens of millions of years, and they may not all survive. ”

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, we're spirits, we're energy, just like you, dead is dead, we can't talk. ”

"If I die, will you die?"

"yes, if you're dead, of course I'm gone. It's not me next. ”

"Can you stand on your own?"

"If I could, I would have left a long time ago, and it would be very fun and boring to follow you. Your mood is too small. ”

"What's the state of mind?"

"The state of mind is where I live, also called the state of mind, and you will know later. You can also go in, but your strength is not enough, almost 10,000 times your current strength, you can go in. But if you really want to die, I can get your true spirit in it and hide for a while, and most people can't find that place. ”

"Is that my own place? Why don't I know myself. ”

"You don't understand, you don't understand, you don't understand, and you may understand later, I'm tired and want to go to sleep." Don't keep the door closed, I won't be able to get out. ”

"How can I keep you from being locked up?"

"That's it for now. Happy, relaxing and pleasant. Don't always seek death, every time I save you, it takes a lot of effort! If you don't relax your mind, I won't be able to cultivate. Let's go, we'll talk next time. ”

The Spirit of Death vanishes. It turned out that he saved me, but this thing spoke upside down and was vague, what was a state of mind? According to the Spirit of Death, it was a real place, not an idea, not a delusion. Since there is a spirit of death, it is difficult to die, and it seems that I am lucky not to have nothing. It's just that I don't know what kind of abilities he has, just saving lives doesn't work! Treating the symptoms but not the root cause, people can't ask my life is the foundation, ask me next time.

Mo Suyuan felt full of energy, I don't know how long I slept this night? But this sleep is good, sleep out of a dead spirit, Huang Weiyi, this demon is a lucky star! If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have slept peacefully, and the spirit of death wouldn't have been discovered. When you get up after you sleep, you have to hurry up and cultivate, and since you can't die, you can live a more wonderful life. Is it possible to achieve 10,000 times the strength in this lifetime? It's not easy to go to that place.

Mo Suyuan slowly sobered up and became clear. She heard the sound of fighting, smelled blood. Impossible, could it be that I have slept for eight years? Otherwise, who would dare to violate the rules of the sect? Outside the mansion, it was all black and oppressive, and it was full of monks. Huang Weiyi was covered in blood, both his own and other monks. There were three bodies lying on the ground. By this time, it was getting late, the night was approaching, and the crowd was dispersed. The three bodies were taken away by a monk he knew.

Huang Weiyi never spoke, he had nothing to say. It's been two years, and it's been two years since I fought for my life during the day and cultivated at night. He was already used to this kind of life, he didn't kill anyone at first, he knew that these monks were just instructed and persecuted by others, and with their cultivation strength, status, and status, they couldn't see Mo Suyuan. But all the monks who challenged him showed no mercy and were solely motivated by his life. Huang Weiyi's injuries are getting worse and worse, but he still maintains his clarity. Still don't kill. It wasn't until a year later that the recovery ability of the demon body no longer progressed, and Huang Weiyi knew that his cultivation had reached a point, and it was no longer necessary to continue to be injured. But he still didn't kill anyone, and today was the first time he killed because Mo Suyuan woke up.

In the past two years, Huang Weiyi has been hovering on the edge of life and death countless times, wanting to force the demon blood to teach him another trick and a half. But the demon blood ghost spirit seemed to see through his tricks, and ignored it at all, not to mention the right eyes, not to mention the squinted eyes. However, Huang Weiyi is a genius who has carried forward that trick and has reached the point of perfection. As long as the whole body is attacked, after a few laps, it will be fine. Even if ten parts of his body are attacked at the same time, he digests them in circles at the same time with ten points. So far, ten points is also his limit, that's why he gets hurt.

Zhong Motian's ten-year promise became a joke, and Huang Weiyi knew very well that Zhong Motian was trying to find a way to solve him every day. So Huang Weiyi has been forbearance and hidden. He is also waiting, waiting for the hundred-year period to expire. That's when he really kills. Either you die or I live, there is no other possibility, there are many monks who are stronger than Zhong Motian and have bullied Mo Suyuan, and Huang Weiyi has a long way to go. He did not relax in the slightest, and did everything possible to cultivate, of course, the best cultivation is to fight for his life.

"How long have I been asleep?" Mo Suyuan's voice was very gentle, like a wife talking to her husband, very casually.

"Ten years. Huang Weiyi's voice was the same as before, he didn't deliberately be gentle.

"They come every day?"

"The dawn begins and the darkness ends. ”

"Did they give you time to rest and heal?"

"No, I need to push to the limit, but unfortunately they can't do it now. I need a real life and death edge. It's a pity that you can't do it now, because you have affection. ”