A mysterious man named Dongyan, a high-ranking city lord of Yanyun City, a famous man in Hongyun Mansion who was difficult to change a smile in the past, and a roadside beggar in ragged and unkempt clothes... Rao is Mo Xingran is very smart, and it is difficult to see the grievances and entanglements between these people.

"Ru'er, don't worry, I'm going to make a wish, I, I will definitely let the city lord's whole family die!" The beggar gritted his teeth angrily, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and walked towards the ruined temple with his jade head in his arms.

The city lord covered the sky with one hand in Yanyun City, and if he didn't use the mysterious power of Xuanmen Pavilion, no one would be able to move him.

Mo Xingran looked at the beggar's resolute back and sighed lightly, but he didn't say anything to stop it.

The world is impermanent, how many people have good and no good to repay evil, but this is nothing more than the cause of the previous life, the effect of this life, the cycle of cause and effect, and its own Heavenly Dao presides.

But there is a Xuanmen Pavilion in this Smoke Cloud City, standing horizontally between heaven and earth, how much cause and effect has been disturbed, and how many desires and thoughts have been promoted...

Mo Xingran looked at the sky above the ruined temple with heavy eyes, his brows furrowed.

Others can't see it, but he can see it clearly, the broken temple in front of him is no longer what it used to be, and after three moments, the broken temple has changed...

The empty roof of the broken temple is surrounded by thick black smoke, which is caused by the resentment and death of the evil spirits, it stands to reason that the temple is the habitat of the gods, and the demon and evil spirits retreat, but now this broken temple is full of resentment, but it seems to...

"Wait!" the string in Mo Xingran's mind suddenly tightened, and he yelled, but it was too late.

The beggar leaned against the door frame, looked back at him suspiciously, his chapped lips opened, and before he could spit out half a word, the head he was holding tightly in his arms fell to the ground, and rolled down the ground for a long time...

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Inside the ruined temple

Dong Yan's narrow eyebrows and eyes were full of pleasure, and his cold fingertips were wrapped in a little red fluorescence, which was hot and vivid, and couldn't help but make him sigh with comfort: "How beautiful!"

"Yes, Wan'er congratulates Gongzi, this trip is worthwhile. ”

Dong Yan didn't know when there was a woman in pink standing beside her, not very old, petite and exquisite, with delicate eyebrows, and she could faintly see that she would be a beautiful woman like a flower in the future.

But at this time, her pretty little face looked cold and detached, and she couldn't see the immaturity she should have at this age.

Wan'er turned a deaf ear to the piercing and sharp wails in the temple, and asked expressionlessly, "Childe, why don't you kill this woman?" she raised her hand and pointed to a body at Dong Yan's feet.

"Why do you want to kill?"

"This woman has a glimpse of the true face of the son, and I am afraid that there will be endless troubles if I keep it. Wan'er's eyes were ruthless, and as she spoke, her soft white little hand repeatedly, and a short blade was sacrificed in her palm, and the short blade was covered with cold light, which was close to the body's life.

Dong Yan's gaze moved away from his fingertips and looked sideways at her, his face slightly gloomy: "Wan'er, when did you become so thoughtful?"

Hearing this, Wan'er's hand holding the short blade trembled slightly: "Wan'er doesn't dare." Then he took his hand back.

"Now that I have what I want, why not leave her remnant soul, besides..."Dong Yan raised his eyes and looked at the ancient Buddha behind him, and a line of tears flowed out from the Buddha's leader: "Today's killing is too much, you see, the Buddha resents me again." ”

He pursed his lips and smiled, his evil face tinged with madness.

"Then how to deal with it over there in Yanyun City, please ask Gongzi for instructions. Wan'er bowed down respectfully.

"Don't ask, but a pool of stagnant water, what kind of wind and waves can be stirred?" Dong Yan's eyes were extremely focused on the fluorescence on his fingertips, he took out a small golden box from his arms, and gently put the fluorescence into the box.

The red fluorescence seemed to be alive, and as soon as Fang Yan left Dongyan's fingertips, he jumped around in the box, and seemed to be a little restless.

"It's lively, little thing, I advise you not to ask for hardship, if you get out of this box, you will only end up with your soul scattered. Dong Yan's eyes burned, and he frowned slightly.

Hearing him say this, the little fluorescence in the box immediately stopped...

Dong Yan put away the box and gently rubbed his ears, the screams in the temple were continuous, disturbing him with a little headache: "Let's go." He took a step forward and moved behind the ancient Buddha in an instant, and his long figure disappeared into the darkness.

Wan'er turned around and looked, if such a tragic scene was seen by the executioner who killed people without blinking, I am afraid that she would also have palpitations, but Wan'er's clear eyes did not show the slightest emotion, she just looked at it for a moment, raised her fingers and counted it, then nodded with satisfaction, and followed Dongyan's steps towards the ancient Buddha.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of tiles breaking in the temple, Wan'er's footsteps followed, and she pinched between her fingers, and a blue wind blade swept towards the source of the sound.

After a few breaths, Wan'er frowned slightly, shrugged her shoulders impatiently, and left.

Annoying cats, smelling fishy, are looking for food again...

A thin black figure jumped over the gatehouse of the temple, and the black cat jumped towards the ancient Buddha with a gentle pace, stopping at the soft body under the ancient Buddha, it 'meowed' a few times, and gently licked its paws...

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Two days later, in a bustling restaurant in Yanyun City

Outside the window, the autumn is high and cool, the small river that passes through the street is gurgling, the weeping willows by the stream do not smell the autumn solstice, the branches are still lush, and even some green shoots emerge, the willow tops gently blow the river surface with ripples, and the fish in the frightened river compete to swim away.

The decoration in the house is very elaborate, antique sandalwood tables and chairs are readily available, and there are a few women's clothes scattered on the carved sunken wooden bed, blue Luo skirts, white obscene clothes, and bright red belly pockets are torn and tattered...

The scenery is very beautiful.

Hot dishes of all kinds were placed on the fine red sandalwood table, and the handsome man held a cup of tea and blew slowly: "When are you going to see it?"

His doting eyes cast towards the window, only to see the brown sandalwood window carved with shocking scratches, and a soft voice accompanied by the murmur of 'Bang la La': "I hate!"

"Haven't you made enough trouble?" Mo Xingran took a sip of tea: "It's been two days, it's time to get used to it." ”

"No!" With a soft low roar, a black shadow rushed towards Mo Xingran, who put down the teacup and quickly stopped the black shadow in the air: "Here you go again, what are you angry with me." ”

At this time, Mo Xingran was firmly clamping a fluffy cat with both hands, and the cat's four small paws were shining with sharp armor, and they were writhing in Mo Xingran's hands with their teeth and claws...

"Hmm... It feels good. Mo Xingran squinted his eyes and was about to take the cat into his arms, but the cat opened its mouth, and a row of sharp little teeth bit Mo Xingran's hand fiercely.

Mo Xingran was in pain, and the cat landed lightly, twisting his waist on tiptoe and jumping onto the windowsill.

"Wuge, can you not be so ruthless, can you look at the arm of the teacher, is there a good place?" Mo Xingran rolled up his sleeve robe, his slender arm was full of scratches, this one, that one, deep and shallow, and arranged differently.

"Hmph!" the black cat's fur was shiny and smooth, like fine silk, shining in the sun.

It was lying on the window leaning, its head resting on its paws, its big eyes watery and shining, but it was a bit of a bewitching daughter...

"When will I get back to myself!" the cat looked sideways at the river downstairs, and its little paws kept scratching at the window, just because... It looked at the fish in the river, and it seemed to be quite fat...

"Why, how good is the tanuki slave, carefree, why are the disciples so paranoid?" Mo Xingran walked lightly into the windowsill, and quietly put his hand on the tip of the cat's shaking tail...

"Do you think it's good for you to come!" The cat turned around suddenly, and saw that Mo Xingran had a 'bad thought' about his tail, and suddenly the fur on his body exploded into a ball: "What are you doing!

At this time, if someone listens to the corner of the wall, they can't help but sigh in their hearts, this overlord is hard to bow... It's exciting!

"Ahem. Mo Xingran withdrew his hand and pretended to cough dryly: "Tell me, you have to ask me to buy you clothes, isn't it embarrassing?" He took the clothes on the bed to Wuge, and when he saw the red belly pocket, Jun's face seemed to be floating red.

The cat also looked a little cramped: "That, that's not dressed, I, I always feel... Something less. ”

I've been wearing clothes for millions of years, and I can't help but feel a little uncomfortable when I come so suddenly, but I didn't expect her to say casually, Mo Xing Dye bought quite completely, from the inside out, from the neck to the feet... Even the woman's personal belongings were bought for her.

Wuge tossed and turned on the bed with his belly pocket in his arms that night, how did he become a raccoon slave?

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and in a fit of rage, she tore her belly pocket to shreds...

"Don't you have a body of hair?" Mo Xingran looked at the black cat's shiny fluff, and always felt itchy hands.

When the cat heard this, she was even more angry: "What's the use of hair?! You have to lick it! You like it so much, then you come! You come and help me lick it!"

She splashed, jumped off the windowsill and rolled back and forth on the ground, and somehow she behaved strangely since Wuge entered the cat's body.

"Ahem, no song, your recent wording, as a teacher, I feel a little inappropriate. Mo Xingran was made red by a cat, and was immediately turned over: "That night happened suddenly, this is also a helpless move, if you don't transfer your remnant soul to the cat in time, I'm afraid..."

"Then you're trying to find a way to get me back!"

Speaking lightly, Mo Xingran squinted at her: "Do you know that your main god has been taken away, if you forcibly let the rest of your remnant soul stay in your body, what will happen?"

"What's going on?" the black cat shuddered, and his eyes shrunk into wheat.

"The remnant soul lives in an intact body, and it will definitely attract lonely souls and wild ghosts to take away from you, and at that time, it will be impossible to prevent it!" Mo Xingran touched the folding fan out of nowhere and gently tapped it on the black cat's forehead.

Especially the system of no song is so special, it is easier to attract deliberate actions by people with intentions, the Xuanmen Pavilion Master's move is undoubtedly prepared, presumably the news of them in the Linglong Array has already come out, at this time in this huge Smoke Cloud City, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are secretly staring at them.

The cat was stunned, and jumped onto Mo Xingran's leg with a puff of smoke: "Then what should I do next? I can't stay in this cat's body all the time." ”

Mo Xing's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were bent into crescents, and the shadow of a cat was reflected in his eyes: "Hmm... There is a way, but, I think..."

The cat couldn't help but shudder and looked at him vigilantly: "What are you doing?"

"Touch your belly. The corners of Mo Xingran's mouth rose slightly, bending into an under-beaten arc...