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After all, they are just some flesh injuries, Lao Mo has never done anything with people at all, and there is no such thing as the origin of the injury, so after spending a few days in retreat, the true qi is constantly recuperating, and the broken bones of the body because of falling from a high altitude are perfectly connected, and the recovery is as before, after all, it has long been beyond the realm of mortals, so in the eyes of mortals, there is absolutely the hope of a miracle for the monk as long as there is still a breath of death. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Slowly walked towards the windowsill, gently pushed open the window that seemed to have been dusty for a long time, and it had been a week since he arrived at the real underworld, and Mo Yan had a chance to see the whole picture of the foreign land.

After some scrutiny, Mo Yan found himself on top of an attic similar to a pagoda, just ascending high and looking into the distance, looking at a huge city similar to mortals, with black roofs, black city walls, black streets, and even the sky was foggy, if it weren't for the dazzling brilliance of the scorching sun, I am afraid it would be really difficult to tell whether it was day or night.

"There are actually mortals walking back and forth on the streets, could it be that the reason why this underworld has been isolated from the world for tens of thousands of years and has never declined is because of the support of this huge self-reproducing race?"

I saw that in the city exposed outside the window, there were not only monks flying in the air, but also peddlers and pawns carrying carts, living in harmony with each other, without any sense of reluctance, as if life should be like this for these people, and there was no sense of discomfort at all.

"Why didn't the huge hidden force that interfere with the normal development and reproduction of human beings in such a way intervene? Could it be that this underworld sect is really big enough to reach the sky, or is there really another hidden story in it?" Just as Mo Yan was puzzled and wondering whether he should find someone he knew to ask for a solution, a hearty laugh came to mind outside the door of the guest room.

"Friends from the East, you have cultivated well these days, and there is no abruptness in the next visit, right?"

"Daoyou came to visit, Mo is too late to thank him, how can he be abrupt!" Hearing someone outside the door with a polite tone, Mo Yan naturally greeted him with a smile and walked towards the door, the reason why the person who came chose to visit at this time was also carefully considered, after all, Mo Yan sacrificed himself to save the saint Maiden is a distinguished guest of the underworld and is about to retreat and recuperate, so the time to visit must also be in place, too early to delay the cultivation of the distinguished guest is not beautiful, too late and it seems that the hospitality is not good, so 24 hours a day non-stop sending people to monitor and guard under the attic of Mo Yan's residence, and finally a short and long 7 days passed, Mo Yan himself pushed open the doors and windows that had been closed for a long time, and naturally someone immediately told the news to the relevant high-level, so this timely rain-like visit was deliberately arranged by someone with a heart.

When he was sleeping, someone came to hand him a pillow, and the tone of this speech was extremely friendly, and Mo Yan had no salute, so he immediately stretched out his hand and personally opened the door to welcome. But when he saw the face of the person who came, Lao Mo was immediately stunned for a while, and said in surprise: "You!"

"Ao?Daoyou, what do you mean by this?" "Like, so like!" This was the only number of humming sounds Mo Yan could make when he was surprised at this time.

"Like, like whom?" "Gaddafi!" Mo Yan did not hesitate to call out the name of the other party he thought was the other. "How come I have never met a fellow Daoist in Xia, and I know a fellow Daoist in Xia?" After all, when I was a mortal, it was nearly 200 years ago, and a few days ago, I killed so many monks from the outside world, and no one said that they had the slightest impression of themselves, not to mention that this untouchable Oriental face, Gaddafi couldn't help but be vigilant immediately, and looked at Mo Yan with a defensive look.

"Don't misunderstand, Mo lost his temper for a while, after all, Daoyou's appearance is too similar to a person Mo saw in the world, but he is a mortal, and he has nothing to do with Daoyou, and I hope that Daoyou will forgive Mo's gaffe." ”

"Mortals?Could it be that the mortal mentioned by Daoyou is the president of Libya more than a hundred years ago?" "How do you know, Daoyou?" "Hehe, I misunderstood Daoyou, but I can't hide that it is that Gaddafi, like a fake!" Seeing Mo Yan so surprised when he blurted out his identity in the mortal world, Gaddafi finally dispelled all his previous doubts about Mo Yan.

"Daoist friend Mo is joking, Gaddafi, whom I know below, was killed by Western-backed tribal rebels in the riots in Libya more than 100 years ago, how could he have the magical powers of a monk like Daoyou. In fact, hearing Gaddafi say this, Mo Yan already knew in his heart that ** is not far from ten, most of this Gaddafi is the same fate as the Eight Immortals, since he was born, he was covered by the powerful monks in the underworld with secret methods, and the spiritual root of cultivation was able to call for wind and rain in the mortal world, and indulge in pleasure for decades.

But it's one thing to know, it's another thing to say it, it's better to pretend that you don't know anything, after all, like what happened to the Eight Immortals, like most of the little monks in the outside world who have no background, it is impossible for them to have the opportunity to understand the inside story and know the truth, isn't he just a member of the army of little monks now? After all, in other people's territory, and as far as Mo Yan knows, this thing in front of him was a real tyrant dictator when he was in the mortal world, a guy who raped and plundered all kinds of evil, and after entering the Tao, he was not allowed to keep his habits the same, so he still tried to be low-key and low-key in front of him.

"Haha, Mo Daoyou, it seems that you must have entered the Tao from the mortal, indeed, in the next life, you died in the hands of a group of rebels, and those damned European and American dogs, they all deserve to die, even if they have escaped into the Dao Gate, but the hatred for Westerners is not reduced in the slightest, if it weren't for the fact that there is such a hidden rule in the cultivation world that it is not allowed to interfere with the development and reproduction of the mortal world, I am afraid that I will bring people to kill people to exterminate the clan and relieve their hatred as early as the day of Pei Ying Dacheng, hey, helpless"

"Damn, your uncle, you've really thought about it!" After hearing Gaddafi's bold words, Mo Yan immediately said with a violent and rude disdain in his heart. "It's really a tyrant's true nature, buddy, I'm afraid that even if you escape into the Daomen, the end of the game will not be any better. ”

"Hey, Daoyou, since we have escaped from the mortal body and entered the Dao Gate, all the grievances and grievances in the mortal world have been turned into dust and dissipated, don't be too persistent, if you want to open something that you can't say that you will live a more exciting life, it's not necessarily, isn't it?" But thinking of the tragic death of the goods in front of him who was beaten by the rebels and covered in gunholes and sieves, Mo Yan had to say a few words of comfort, after all, this guy also paid the corresponding price when he was in the mortal world.

"Huh?" Gaddafi, who wanted to continue to talk about this topic, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and reacted to the purpose of his trip, and immediately smiled slightly, and then shut up, which was considered to be a courtesy acceptance of Mo Yan's suggestion.

As soon as Lao Mo saw the other party like this, he was not happy, so he did too much discussion on the topic of mortal politics that made people tired of life, after all, how respectable the status of a monk is, and a mere mortal really has little weight in the eyes of a monk.

"By the way, Daoyou, you came this time?" "Haha, Mo Daoyou, my friend from the East, I made a special trip to express my heartfelt thanks for the fact that Daoyou saved my teaching saintess, and at the same time, I also came to visit Daoyou one or two, if Daoyou have any needs, as long as they are within the scope of their ability, they will definitely do it" Politicians are like this, their faces are like masks, they say that they will change their faces immediately without any consideration of their own emotions, it is completely based on the needs of the speaking situation at the time, just now they also showed anger at Mo Yan's words, and in a blink of an eye, the tone was extremely relaxed and happy, and even the title instantly became an old friend, Mo Yan felt helpless in his heart, ashamed of himself, it is true that he can't learn this hand, he can't do it, he doesn't want to learn, he doesn't want to learn, he doesn't want to do it.

"Let Daoyou bother, the matter of saving the holy daughter of your sect is a complete coincidence, and it should not be treated so solemnly by Daoyou, as for this requirement, Mo Mou's cultivation here for a few days, the peace is abnormal, very comfortable, I'm afraid there is no need for extra arrangements, but Mo wants to ask Daoyou, when can Mo return?" Mo Yan already knew the identity of the beautiful woman he saved, a bodyguard of the god transformation period, a powerful personal armor, and five or six powerful god transformation monks came to the rescue with all their might, I am afraid that ordinary ordinary people really don't deserve such a big battle, who are the high-ranking officials and nobles in this so-called underworld sect? But obviously the meaning of this Gaddafi Mo Yan also smelled a hint from it.

"On behalf of himself, he thanked Mo for saving the holy woman, hum, if you kid don't have any other thoughts about this woman, will you do this? But obviously, Gaddafi's tone is so big, presumably this guy's status in the underworld must not be low, it seems that his previous speculation about this product is really not up to the standard, after all, the way monks and mortals do things is completely different, it is rumored that some powerful evil cultivators in ancient times killed countless people at every turn, stepping on the bones of the crowd of people to make music and sing, not still living a good and comfortable life? Hey, it's such a reality, speaking completely by strength, but this guy is obviously cultivating a good talent, if I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid this guy entered the Tao less than 30 years earlier than Zhimo, and he has already cultivated in the middle of the infant, I'm afraid he is a good seedling of powerful evil cultivation!"