They read it right. It's Mo Xunmei.

And the other person, who was speechless and did not say anything wrong, was the same age as the Hades King of the Demon Realm.

Fang Cun said that he could completely replace the King of Hades and be the king of the underworld back then, but he casually refused. He could also be promoted to immortal, but he still refused.

The Three Realms all have legends of his fierce and domineering spirit.

But Speechless and Hantan saw this legendary demon venerable with a sad face, unspeakable boy.

How did they know that if it weren't for Mo Xunmei's coughing a few times to attract Fang Cun's attention, they were afraid that they would have been injured by the Demon Venerable a long time ago.

I met Mo Xunmei again. He was pleasantly surprised, but he didn't pay attention, and was directly hit Nanshan by Mo Xunmei's side with a wave of his hand.

At this time, Mo Xunmei seemed to be really tired. Recline on a velvet cushion. Watching Fang Cun pour him tea.

"Are you okay?" Fang Cun's voice was indescribably gentle.

"It's okay, don't worry about me so much." Mo Xunmei's voice was low and soft, and his humble and gentlemanly bearing could be heard from his voice alone.

"If it weren't for the old demon of the Shadow who hurt you, I wouldn't have worried about you." Fang Cun's voice was gentle, with indescribable tenderness.

"I'm not going to spare him." Fang Cun's voice is still so soft.

"You have robbed me of so many souls, and he should be jealous of me. I'm fine, I'll be fine after a few days of rest. A smile appeared on Mo Xunmei's face.

"That half-demon who has no interest refuses to practice, and relies on the soul sucked to enhance his cultivation. It's just one or two, and if you smoke too much, you'll be backlashed, and you'll be nondescript, not devilish, not devilish, and hateful. ”

"Let them go. The soul in your glass jar, let it go to the unsealed land of the Nai He Bridge. Don't let me get into trouble. ”

"Wait a few more days, and I'll let you go back when your heart scars heal a little more." Square inch road.

Mo Xunmei nodded and closed her eyes slightly.

"How many of your friends are snooping on you again?"

It turned out that Fang Cun knew that someone had come.

"They won't hurt me. You don't have to be nervous. ”

"These juniors of the Dementor Hall are kind of interesting." Fang Cun nodded and said, "The seven emotions and six desires are very direct. It is also rare in the Three Realms. ”

"Although they are demigods of the Dementor Temple, they still have a lot of mortal innocence." Mo Xunmei said.

"Mortal? I haven't known them for a long time. Fang Cun raised his eyebrows and said.

Mo Xunmei smiled slightly.

A demon venerable like Fang Cun, the things he faced were either the Demon Realm or the Hades, or the affairs of the Heavenly Court.

Naturally, he didn't have much chance to ask about mortal things, and he didn't have much chance to feel the smoke and dust of mortals.

Demigods like the Dementor Temple, they often wander between mortals and demons and monsters. Whenever a brother in the temple is reincarnated as a human being, they often linger in the world.

Therefore, it is normal for them to have the air of mortal innocence.

"I won't go out these days, I've been with you in Xiaozhu. When you get better, let's travel together. "Fang Cun said.

"Okay."

"Do you find it boring?"

"Don't find it boring. I feel comfortable. Mo Xunmei said with a smile.

"That's good. I've always been afraid you'll find it boring. ”

"Nope. I watched day and night as you exhausted your heart for me, collecting my remnants little by little, gathering my remnants of consciousness, and connecting them little by little. Not tired, and never tired.

You have been collecting mortal souls and resurrecting me with the remnants of the yang energy of your souls, and you have never been discouraged for so many years, and you have never thought of giving up.

I have been infected by you and feel that the living are so wonderful. There is light and brightness between heaven and earth, and there are smiling faces, how can I be bored anymore? ”

Mo Xunmei's tone was indescribably gentle and emotional. There was a smile in his eyes.

"You're really alive. The first time I saw you, you were like this, sunny and handsome, with a smile in your eyes, as charming as the sweetest plum tree in the wind. ”

Before Fang Cun finished speaking, Mo Xunmei suddenly burst into laughter.

Fang Cun has a hobby, that is, he loves to eat plums. In his eyes, the most fascinating creatures in the Three Realms are the plum trees full of the sweetest plums, and the most beautiful is the plum trees that bear fruit.

So his goodness is like a plum tree.

Fang Cun also laughed, and the two laughed out loud for a while. The yard is full of happy air.

The beauty of this world exploded in an instant.

"Why did you resurrect me?" Mo Xunmei asked.

"What do you say?" Fang Cun asked rhetorically.

When Mo Xunmei had divine sense and could speak, he asked Fang Cun why he wanted to resurrect him.

But Fang Cun always asked, "What do you say?" ”

He still wasn't sure why the Demon Venerable wanted to resurrect him.

In short, it takes a lot of energy and cultivation to resurrect him. But Fang Cun did it tirelessly. He literally resurrected him. He also recovered his consciousness almost completely.

Finally, Mo Xunmei looked casual and said, "How many people have you resurrected?" ”

Fang Cun suddenly smiled dumbly, and looked at Mo Xunmei with interest.

Mo Xunmei's well-defined face suddenly showed a hint of redness.

"I'm not that idle, Shangxian has asked me to play chess for hundreds of years." Fang Cun smiled, and smiled again.

A soft and somewhat long expression appeared on his face.

Mo Xunmei narrowed her eyes a little crampedly and smiled.

The air suddenly felt a little stuck. The two of them suddenly fell silent. Just sit silently.

Until the sun goes down.

However, this is only a face.

When night fell, the contours of Fang Cun's face became resolute. The body has also become musculated. Because Mo Xunmei had already fallen asleep at this time.

Fang Cun arranged the guards properly and walked out of the gate of the small building.

At this time, I only felt that the earth of the Magic Mountain seemed to be shaking.

Outside the mountain, there was a dark shadow, which looked like a statue standing still from a distance.

Fang Cun didn't seem to mean to talk nonsense with the black shadow, raised his arm slightly, and a grand air flow hit the statue.

The statue seemed to move lazily and avoided it.

The energy of Fang Cun gently turned into a breeze.

The statue spoke, "You're still the same woman's kindness." The palm power of the Qiankun throw is transmitted to you, and it has completely become a move that has become a trend. It's a shame for the Demon Realm. ”

The person who spoke was Nanshan Half-Demon Huaibi.

He is one of the smartest half-demons in Nanshan.

Fang Cun snorted coldly, flicked his fingers again, and a waterfall shot out between his fingers. Flowing water is like a blade.

The statue bounced up in the air and slammed its palms into the waterfall. The waterfall suddenly became invisible, avoiding the palm force and surrounding the statue from both sides.

The waterfall became a whirlpool, and the flowing water turned into countless flying blades.

The statue had no choice but to flee.

Fang Cun didn't let him go, and immediately his figure was like an electric shock to the statue.

The statue quickly fell to the ground. It rolled into a ball at a rapid pace.

Fang Cun suddenly had a sharp blade in his hand, and thrust into the statue's chest with a bang.

Looking at the seriously injured statue, Fang Cun said coldly: "Huaibi, you dare to move my people." I will not destroy you, but I can make you suffer the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing your heart every day. ”

The statue named Huaibi seemed to be in pain, and struggled: "It's not me, it's the idea of the Demon King Shadow, he said that if you kill that mortal, you can get thousands of souls......"

The half-demon Huaibi has long lost his previous arrogance, and after a while, it hurts like a gossamer.

Fang Cun's hands tightened, and the half-demon Huaibi had already fainted in pain.

Fang Cun turned his head sideways and said to the dark guard not far away: "Throw him into the magma of Luding Mountain." ”

He walked away without looking back.

The door of the Demon King's Shadow was closed.

He had heard that the half-demon had been thrown into the magma of the furnace mountain. Frightened, he quickly closed the door of the temple, he knew how powerful Fang Cun was.

I never thought that a mere mortal could make Fang Cun so angry.

Because Huaibi and Fang Cun have been friends for many years and have a good relationship, he tricked Huaibi into injuring that mortal. I want to know from the mortals that the glass cup that stores the soul of the living soul.

I never thought that for the sake of that half-dead mortal, Fang Cun didn't give Huaibi any affection, and he didn't even want to say a word, not only injured him, but also threw him into the magma.

It doesn't look like a good relationship. The rumors of the Demon Realm seem to be implausible.

Fang Cun broke in.

The Demon King Shadow obviously did not dare to respond to the enemy. Instantly dissolved.

How could he have allowed him to escape? The two chased after each other in Nanshan for a while.

The phantom turned into a shadow and couldn't hide from Fang Cun, until he was injured by Fang Cun and burrowed into the ground, and the chase did not stop.

The shadow of the demon king is immortal and immortal, and his cultivation can be regarded as having the strength to be called a demon king in the demon world. But he didn't even have the courage to fight back in front of Fang Cun.

Any old devil who has lived long enough would not dare to provoke an inch.

Only those stunned young people like half-demons who don't understand the past dare to do anything with Fang Cun.

After all, the creatures of the demon world know that they don't recognize their relatives and never give face to anyone. He also never had an affair with anyone.

As long as you dare to do something with him, you will not be killed, but you will definitely be disabled.

He seems to exist only to focus on his favorite celestial phenomena and calendars.

I've always heard that the only person Fang Cun has a relationship with in the Demon Realm is the half-demon Huaibi.

Who would have thought that he would be so angry for a half-dead mortal.

The Demon King's Shadow was not lightly injured.

Fang Cun didn't let him suffer the pain of wearing his heart every day.

He returned to Mo Xunmei's side.

Mo Xunmei's soul had just been formed, and her yang energy was still very weak. Although he is a demigod cultivator in the Demon Slayer Temple. But now it seems that he is still just a mortal cultivator.

So what. He's here, not even Hades can take him away.

Fang Cun's memory of tens of thousands of years has not been so clear for so many years, but this demigod named Mo Xunmei has been in his memory clearly for a long time.

From the first meeting, from the first smile, as clear as yesterday.

Fang Cun didn't know how he was born, and he didn't remember that he had a family.

He never seemed to feel lonely for tens of thousands of years, nor did he know what family affection was.

But when he saw Mo Xunmei, he felt joy in his heart, and for the first time he took it for granted that it was the feeling of family.

He has a family, and this family is Mo Xunmei.

When Mo Xunmei was not yet gone, he came to see him every full moon.

Or watch him from afar and secretly rejoice, or meet him and say a few words, or drink tea, or play chess, or have dinner.

Everything depends on Mo Xunmei's time. He was willing to accommodate everything to his time.

When Mo Xunmei was still the master of the Demon Slayer, she was often busy and disappeared. But he always finds him.

In Fang Cun's heart, even if you look at it from a distance, you will not fail to live up to the full moon night.

Although he had only known him for a short time, the feeling was very familiar.

It's like being born to know, being born close, being born to live together, and never leaving.

Until one day, Mo Xunmei silently shattered her soul, and her soul flew away.

Fang Cun had no sadness, no doubts, and never thought about why Mo Xunmei would do this.

He silently put down all his things, preserved Mo Xunmei's body, and began a long and serious soul collection.

Until now.

But Fang Cun looked at the sleeping Mo Xunmei, and he soon realized that something was wrong. Because he felt that Mo Xunmei's yang qi was much weaker.