Early the next morning, when the first rays of morning light shone in through the screen window, Dongfang Mo slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, he also felt the two soft and boneless delicate bodies held in his arms on the left and right.

Dongfang Mo let go of the second daughter beside him, and then stood up from the bed.

At this time, Qing Mulan and Mu Han also woke up from exhaustion, and when they saw that the morning had come, the two daughters understood that today they were going to follow Zhaofeng and step into the imperial court to the Ethereal Mountain, and in that place, there were many monks like them.

At this moment, I saw Dongfang Mo, who was getting up, stretching out his hands flat.

Seeing that the two girls understood something, Gu had to stand up and pick up Dongfang Mo's underwear and robe, and put them on his body neatly.

In the end, the second daughter also pulled up his long hair and inserted a peach wood hairpin.

Dongfang Mo smiled slightly, these days, he has already smoothed the edges and corners of the second daughter, so that the second daughter has become obedient.

However, he knew that this was just an appearance, after all, one of the two daughters was a cultivator of the One Realm, and the other was a cabinet elder of the Qingling Dao Sect. They have lived for thousands of years, and it is still easy to endure humiliation and burden.

Dongfang Mo can be sure that as long as the two daughters are given a chance, they will definitely find ways to escape from his palm.

It's just that in his opinion, it is unlikely that the second daughter wants to escape from him.

And even if there is a day, before that, the second daughter is in his bag and can be enjoyed at will.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo's heart also gave birth to a slightly distorted heart, making the second daughter his forbidden body, which seemed to be a little more relieving than killing the second daughter.

After the two daughters were also dressed neatly, Dongfang Mo pushed open the door and stepped out with them.

As soon as he walked out of the attic where he was, he saw that the butler of the Zhao family, as well as a few subordinates, were already waiting here.

As soon as Fang saw Dongfang Mo and the three of them appear, the housekeeper saluted extremely respectfully, "Three immortals, my master has ordered, after the three immortals wake up, they will go to the dining room to eat first." ”

"Let's go!"

Dongfang Mo said lightly.

Then the butler led the three of them to the dining room.

When I came to the destination, I saw that Zhaofeng and Zhao Nanyuan were already waiting here. Seeing Dongfang Mo, Zhaofeng, who was the leader, walked up with a smile on his face.

The two of them were polite, and the three of Dongfang Mo were taken to a table of eight immortals and sat down.

However, there were only three people seated, Dongfang Mo, and Zhaofeng father and son.

The table is filled with a variety of exquisite dishes, which makes people feel appetizing just by looking at them.

Dongfang Mo was not polite, picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and began to enjoy them.

This meal can be said to be the most sumptuous meal he has eaten in the first layer of the eighteen layers of hell.

When he picked up the glass of wine in front of him and drank it all in one gulp, he listened to Dongfang Mo say: "By the way, the matter of Yang Qingrong that troubled Zhaodutong yesterday is not known to have any results." ”

Hearing his words, Zhao Feng and Zhao Nanyuan, father and son, glanced at each other, and they both looked at each other's eyes with a slight hesitation.

Although he didn't have any spiritual sense, Dongfang Mo had practiced for thousands of years, so he looked at the subtle expressions of the two of them carefully.

He turned a blind eye to this, put down the wine glass, and let the subordinate beside him refill it, while he picked up his chopsticks and continued to taste the exquisite dishes.

At this time, I heard Zhaofeng say: "The person has found it, and through questioning, I learned that Yang Qingrong is indeed the person that the immortals are looking for, but it is ......."

At this point, Zhao Feng paused.

"If Zhaodu has something to say, just say it directly, don't hide it." Dongfang Motou didn't lift his head.

Hearing this, Zhaofeng said, "But...... People are dying. ”

Dongfang Mo Jiacai's movements paused, but then he continued to pick up a piece of tender meat, and at the same time only heard him ask, "Dying?" What's going on? ”

"Nanyuan, come on." Zhaofeng Road.

Hearing this, Zhao Nanyuan's face twitched, he didn't expect his father to throw this kind of problem to him.

He put down the wine glass and looked at Dongfang Mo with a smile on his face, "Actually, it's like this......"

Next, Zhao Nanyuan looked to Dongfang Mo and told the story of the matter.

After a while, when this person finished speaking, Dongfang Mo was still eating, and there was no discoloration on his face.

From this mouth, he learned that the reason why Yang Qingrong was locked up in the dungeon of Zhonggu City was because this person made a living by setting up a stall in Zhonggu City back then, but later because he offended an officer and soldier guarding the city, he was sent to the dungeon.

Since then, the person has been severely beaten and abused on a daily basis, and the situation can be imagined.

When bringing Yang Qingrong out of the dungeon, Zhaofeng and his son also found the best doctor in the house to treat him. But because of the years of physical torture, even the best doctors could not save his life.

"Bring people and let them see."

As he spoke, Dongfang Mo put down his chopsticks.

Zhao Nanyuan glanced at his father, and when he saw his father nodding, he glanced at one of the subordinates beside him.

The man stepped back, and after a while he came up with a wheelchair.

I saw a person sitting in a wheelchair, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties.

The man's lips were pale, his face was bloodless, and even his hair was gray.

He was dressed in a clean white suit, but from his exposed neck and wrists, he could see some fresh or scabbed wounds.

Although his appearance was fragile, through the scar on this person's forehead and his appearance similar to that of the old man in Shanghe Village, Dongfang Mo judged that the person in front of him was Yang Qingrong.

And in addition to Yang Qingrong, there was also a guard in armor who looked to be in his thirties, standing silently on the side at the moment, his face full of fear and uneasiness.

It was this guard that Yang Qingrong offended back then.

And in order to satisfy Dongfang Mo, Zhao Nanyuan also brought this guard with him, and waited for it to fall.

Seeing Yang Qingrong in a wheelchair, Dongfang Mo frowned. After many years of practice, he has become extremely experienced. Although he couldn't open his divine sense to check it, from this Yang Qingrong's face and breath, he had already judged that what Zhao Nanyuan said was true, and this person should not live long.

Dongfang Mo still came to Yang Qingrong and looked him up and down carefully.

At this time, Yang Qingrong also tried to raise his head and looked at him tremblingly. The man's lips were chapped and his eyes were blank.

But in the face of Dongfang Mo's gaze, he still said with difficulty: "Thank you for saving this adult, but Yang is afraid that time is running out, and it is difficult to repay the adult's great kindness." ”

From Zhao Nanyuan's mouth, he faintly heard some words, there were nobles who named him and wanted to fish him out, thinking that it was the extremely young Taoist priest in front of him.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo just smiled slightly, "Time is short, but it may not be." ”

His voice fell, and Zhao Feng and Zhao Nanyuan behind him moved slightly. Yang Qingrong's eyes also showed a trace of light and hope, and at the same time, there was a trace of doubt and incomprehension.

Dongfang Mo returned to the table of the Eight Immortals, then picked up the wine jug and poured all the spirits in it into an empty bowl.

Then he took off a delicate and small white jade gourd hanging from his waist, and after removing the stopper, he poured out one of the milky white pills.

He pinched the pill with his index finger and thumb and placed it in front of him to examine it.

Ever since he experienced a situation where his mana was empty and there was no aura around him, causing him to not even open the storage bag, he was used to carrying a bottle of mana-restoring pills with him.

The milky white pill in Dongfang Mo's hand was what he needed in case of an emergency.

Although it is only the most common elixir to restore mana, the medicinal power contained in it is extremely surging. After all, he was a late-stage cultivator in the Dao Breaking Realm, and the elixir that could help him recover his mana was not of a low grade.

After taking a look, he put the elixir into a bowl full of spirits, stirred it lightly, and immediately took it out.

His movements fell, and the liquor in the cup didn't look unusual, but Dongfang Mo knew that it already contained a little bit of the aura of the elixir in his hand.

Seeing this, he nodded, looking extremely satisfied, because if the change in the liquor was too obvious, he would not dare to give it to Yang Qingrong to drink.

This is the elixir for the cultivators of the Dao Breaking Realm to restore their mana, and even if a mere mortal is contaminated with a little bit of the aura of the elixir, whether he can bear it is a matter of two words.

Shaking off the liquor on the elixir, Dongfang Mo put it back into the jade bottle, and then came to Yang Qingrong with the liquor, looked at him and said: "Drink it, you have a ninety percent chance of dying directly, but there is also a one-percent chance of recovering from injury, and there are some unexpected benefits." If you don't drink, you can survive for some time, but the final outcome is needless to say. How do you choose. ”

Hearing Dongfang Mo's words, Yang Qingrong didn't hesitate, "My lord, I'm willing to drink it." ”

Dongfang Mo stepped forward and put the wine bowl in front of Yang Qingrong.

Yang Qingrong stretched out his trembling hand, picked up the wine bowl with both hands, and poured it into his throat.

After a while, the man drank the spirits, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and sat back in the wheelchair.

At this time, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth. Even if there was a ninety percent chance of dying, he had at least tasted a bowl of good wine before he died.

In all his years in prison, he had never been treated like this, and he had long forgotten what wine tasted like.

Just as he thought so, suddenly the smile on his face disappeared, and his face suddenly turned red.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

I only heard him cough violently, and then with a "wow", a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

Under the gaze of everyone, his body turned red, like a roasted prawn.

Yang Qingrong let out a roar in his throat, and then fell to the ground from his wheelchair, his body convulsing violently.

Looking at the person who was in pain under his feet, he only heard Dongfang Mo mutter: "Whether you can hold it up or not depends on yourself." ”

And he didn't notice that at this moment, Zhao Feng's gaze fell on the white jade gourd in his hand, and there was a slight glimmer of light in his eyes.

(I hope you will pay more attention to my new book "The Road of Humans and Demons", this book is almost three million words, very fat, and can be slaughtered casually.) ）