Chapter 992: A Thought Becomes a Demon (7)

With a buzzing in his head, Ye Qi finally settled down, endured his grief and said, "Master Huang Alchemist, you have to think of more ways, the hope of the sect depends on you." ”

Huang Alchemist "......"

What's going on, why is it still involved in the sect.

Mo Zhi glanced at Ye Qi, didn't bother to pay attention to the master who was convulsing from time to time at this time, and looked at Mo Xi's eyes with a shaky look.

When Mo Xi heard Ye Qi's words, he opened his eyes that had not been closed for a long time, "Don't put too much pressure, I'm fine, I really can't do it, don't be embarrassed." ”

Master Huang Alchemy was shocked, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "I have a bottle of Clear Zero Wen Ginseng Pill there, although it can't help you heal, but it's better than nothing, and it can alleviate one or two." ”

Mo Xi bowed his head lightly when he heard this, "Thank you." ”

Master Huang Lian said no, and left here.

Ye Qi looked at Mo Xi worriedly, with a sad look of the country's imminent demise.

If you want to ignore it, you can't ignore it.

She rolled her eyes and said helplessly, "Don't worry, I can't even bother you." ”

"But what if...... What if Dong Duofeng comes to the door? Ye Qi was not comforted at all, and was still deeply worried.

Dong Duofeng is a junior who has a relationship with the original owner, but he is also a big giant in the immortal cultivation world, in order to enter the Xuanguang Sect to get close to Mo Zhi, Mo Xi asked him to help him be a middleman.

Mo Zhi raised his eyes when he heard Dong Duofeng's name.

When did Master have a friend like Dong Duofeng?

Dong Duofeng's reputation is extremely loud in the entire immortal cultivation world, if you want to say that Ye Qi and Dong Duofeng are friends, Mo Zhi doesn't believe half a word.

Mo Xi glanced at Mo Zhi as if he was nothing, and then shrank back into the quilt.

"Then you go and contact Dong Duofeng and tell him to come and pick me up."

Ye Qi's eyes lit up suddenly, but then he hung his head again.

"I can't get in touch."

Moxi "......"

If this person can become the sect master, he must have been pushed up by all kinds of humility.

Mo Xi took out a talisman from the storage ring and threw it to Ye Qi.

Ye Qi hurriedly caught it.

"Write what you're going to say on this piece of paper and burn it."

Ye Qi's whole face lit up, "I'll go now." ”

Moxi "......"

I don't want to pay attention to it.

After Ye Qi left, Mo Xi turned his head to look at Mo Zhi.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

"......" seemed to be poked in the center, and Mo Zhi's expression was a little unnatural, "I'm not worried about you, I'm just troublesome." ”

Mo Xi closed his eyes and gently responded, "Hmm." ”

Her voice was as weak as dust, and it could be dissipated with a blow, and she frowned when she heard it.

Furball watched him stand in front of the bed for a while, and stopped talking from beginning to end, until he walked out, and suddenly became unhappy.

"Furballs."

Mo Xi's voice was still soft, but it was full of irreversible majesty.

The hairball trembled and closed his mouth, looking a little aggrieved.

Mo Xi opened his eyes half-open, saw its appearance, and whispered helplessly, "Come here." ”

The hairball rubbed over, she pulled the quilt for a moment, held it in her arms, put the quilt together and said, "Sleep." ”

Bai Tuanzi's mood suddenly adjusted a degree, and he hummed in his heart.

The host still likes it the most.

It gets bigger to keep itself warm.

Mo Xi slept until night and was woken up.

The familiar aura enveloped her, and she knew who was coming without thinking at all.

Mo Zhi picked up the quilt, and suddenly found that there was a bulge in front of her, and when she pressed it, she was soft, and she pulled it open a little, and saw the white ball.