Mo Ye walked in front, Mo Wei followed, although he didn't know her origin, but he could vaguely feel the ominous aura on her body, this fierce feeling, was silently oppressing the surrounding aura. Such a little girl is so evil.

Mo Buzhi walked towards the library, this place had not been set foot in for three hundred years, the air was full of dust, and people choked on coughing after just taking a breath.

There were tens of thousands of books in the book pavilion, and he didn't remember where he put the one that recorded the sealing spell, Mo Buyan rummaged like a headless fly, and from time to time, the books that were thrown on the ground formed a sea of books at his feet, as if the ink was buried.

"Crushing Spell." Probably this, Mo Buyan opened the yellowed pages, and the dense text made Mo Buyan have a little headache: "... Thoughtless thought was vigorous. ”

Mo Buyan muttered to himself, and when he reached the last line, an evil wind suddenly appeared under his feet, slightly blowing the hem of his clothes. As if for a moment, Mo Buyan felt as if something was about to break out of the cocoon in his body, and the feeling of urgency to see the light of day again made Mo Buyan palpitate. Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Closing the book, he breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly left the book pavilion.

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"You'll live here from now on." Mo Ye pushed open the door, a faint smell of sandalwood came to his face, there were not many furnishings in the room, clean and elegant, only on the stacked mat by the window in front of a carved rosewood table, the purple clay pot teacups were neatly placed, and a peach tree could be seen outside the window, the petals were blown by the wind, and a few petals scattered fell on the wooden table and teacups.

Mo Wei pulled the corner of his clothes and thanked him again and again, such a simple house was already undesirable for Mo Ye, she used to sleep in haystacks or empty tree trunks, and she could count the stars in good weather, and she could only hide in the gloomy stone hole in the event of a blizzard.

She sat on the folding mat and curled herself up in her slippers, touched the soft silk quilt, and showed an innocent and bright smile to Moye: "It's so comfortable!" I love it here. ”

Mo Ye used his wide cuffs to cover the lower half of his face, and looked straight at her with a pair of eyes, thinking: She is really easy to satisfy!

In this way, Mo Wei is considered to have lived in the demon world for a long time, and in addition to sleeping on weekdays, he eats and drinks, and often pulls Mo Ye to let him play with him.

In just four days, Mo Ye felt exhausted, he never thought that he was so tired with a child, and looked helplessly in the direction of Taoyuan, the demon king really found him a good errand.

Suddenly, a long horse whistle pierced the sky, Mo Ye followed the sound and looked at it, only to see a one-horned fire spirit horse flying from the sky, the spirit horse flapped its wings and went straight to Taoyuan, it was snow-white, with a slender horn on the top of its head, its tail and mane were made of flames, and the four horses' hooves were also surrounded by raging flames, leaving a magnificent afterglow in the air.

He remembered that this spirit horse was the mount of the Immortal Bodhisattva, and the Bodhisattva riding it added a sense of majesty to him. The spirit horse was surrounded by flames, but it could not burn the Bodhisattva, but as long as others approached, they would be forced away by the flames.

How could Bodhisattva come to the demon world in person? It's still going in the direction of Taoyuan.

Landing outside the peach garden, the Bodhisattva dismounted, and the spirit horse immediately transformed into a human form, with long red hair reaching to his ankles, dressed in white, and a third of the fire-shaped pattern embroidered with red silk thread on the cuffs and hem. He is extremely handsome, his long and curly eyelashes are all fiery red, and his forehead has a little red fire cloud pattern, like a holy beast coming out of a picture scroll, majestic.