Seize My Boyfriend - B17 (5)

“Five hundred years ago, I was the king of Zhongshan. The dragon tribe harmed people and drowned countless people in many floods. When this king had the opportunity, he asked a master and his apprentice to force this king’s emotions and desires out of his body and condense them into three souls.” , temporarily enshrined here, but he is heartless and ruthless, has no emotions and six desires, his cultivation base has greatly increased, and he was also seriously injured after forcing back the dragon clan, and this king has been here for five hundred years.” Mo Zhiyang was stunned for a moment

. De: Are you sure it wasn’t suppressed by Wuzhishan?

“Later he didn’t know what to do, but this king has been here all the time, and he can only come out to breathe at the end of the sixteenth month of every month.” For five hundred years, the eldest grandson Wuji has forgotten what freedom is like.

No wonder you can only come when you are sixteen, Mo Zhiyang scratched his head, “Then how do you say you have seen me and dreamed about me?” “I don’t know, but I’m sure it

‘s you, maybe it’s fate.

” When I was a prince, I would always dream of a person since I was a child, and then I was trapped here, and the face of that person gradually became clear, and it must be him.

Such things as fate can sometimes be used as an excuse for feelings that do not know the origin.

“It’s possible that the old color batch appeared a long time before you, but it has been waiting for you.” The system thinks that the old color batch is a useless NPC.

Every code of this NPC has been turned into a white lotus, even if the old color batch is like this, he still has to chase his wife to the crematorium.

“But the Daoist doesn’t like me, he reprimanded me for not wanting to think about it.” Speaking of this, Mo Zhiyang lowered his eyes, a little sad, with tears in his eyes.

I cried, I pretended.

Changsun Wuji just smiled, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, “At this moment, he has already fallen in love with you, and will worry about you.” ”

Really?” The corner of the clothes, the disappointment just now was swept away.

“This king is his seven emotions and six desires, his love is you, and his desire is also you.”

Mo Zhiyang said directly confidently: Human high-quality love words, wow, this man is so flirtatious, much better than that dog man in the cave.

“Don’t cry, after this king fuses with him, he will understand his own heart.” The eldest grandson Wuji hugged him, comforting him softly.

The next day, at dawn, Mo Zhiyang ran away with his soul, and Yinlong sensed that something was wrong.

When Mo Zhiyang staggered back to the cave, he heard arguing inside before he got close.

“Is there someone?”

He quietly leaned over and listened to what they had to say.

“Senior brother, can’t you be unfeeling and unrequited love? Once you merge, your cultivation will plummet, so you may no longer be able to enjoy longevity.” “Longevity and I don’t have much meaning

. Gradually prosper, and in the future, wealth will be hidden in the people, and then they will live and work in peace and contentment. This is what I want all my life, and I just want to be an ordinary person.” This is enough, the eldest grandson Wuji

has lived for five hundred years, enough is really enough.

“Senior brother, me?” Xi Jin still wanted to persuade, “You know what I mean.”

Hearing this conversation outside, Mo Zhiyang guessed roughly that the person inside was Changsun Wuji’s younger brother, listen The sound is nice.

“Who’s outside?”

Xi Jin sensed a strange atmosphere, waved his Taoist robe, and directly caught the eavesdropper in, “Who are you?” ”

I, I’m here to return my soul.” Mo Zhiyang After being thrown to the ground, he struggled to get up, and his eyes for help fell on Changsun Wuji who was beside him.

It turned out that he was the one who helped his senior brother transport out a soul under Yinlong’s guard. How could such a despicable person dare to touch a noble and noble senior brother?

Xi Jin became murderous.

“Xi Jin, you go out first.” Changsun Wuji dismissed him, after all, it was necessary to take off the soul, and he had to take off his clothes. It was not good in front of outsiders.

With no intention of disobeying his senior brother, Xi Jin glanced at Mo Zhiyang and walked out of the cave with his sleeves.

Without asking who he was, Mo Zhiyang lowered his head silently and unbuttoned his clothes, lifted his undershirt to expose his chest, probably because he didn’t eat anything good, he was very thin and fair.

For some reason, Changsun Wuji was a little hesitant to take the soul this time, especially when he saw his slender waist exposed by lifting his clothes, he was silent for a moment.

“Taoist?”

Probing in a soft voice, Mo Zhiyang pretended to be a little white flower that I don’t know anything about, but lifted his clothes higher, look, show you, take a few more glances.

“Cough~”

Changsun Wuji coughed softly, lowered his eyes, reached out his hand to pluck out the cinnabar in his heart, and frowned slightly when he saw his pale face and sweat on his forehead.

“Taoist.”

This time, Mo Zhiyang found that he couldn’t bear it, so he pretended to be unable to hold on, and was about to collapse on the ground. As expected, he stretched out his hand to pick it up.

Little Bailians, you must be good at arousing their intolerance and pity, and then amplify it.

So this time, Mo Zhiyang fell directly into his arms, but he pretended to be strong and wanted to push him away, “Master Dao.” ”

What did he tell you again?” Changsun Wuji kept a cold face, but didn’t Let him push himself away and hug her tightly.

When asked about this, Mo Zhiyang lowered his eyes and didn’t answer. If he didn’t answer, he would know. After all, once fused, the memories of his eldest grandson Wuji would also be fused.

So, he will know.

Changsun Wuji probably knew it, so he didn’t ask any more questions, and told him in a cold voice, “You don’t have to take it to heart.” ”

I know.” Mo Zhiyang lowered his eyes and nodded, but still looked unwilling, “Master Daoist , who is that person?”

asked cautiously.

“He’s my younger brother.” Changsun Wuji helped him up, “You go out first.”

Mo Zhiyang sat up with support, “Okay.” He straightened up his tattered clothes, got up and left.

When I went out, I saw the so-called junior brother standing at the door.

“What’s your name?” Xi Jin raised his hand and stopped that person with his fly whisk. Was he the one who helped the senior brother transport the soul? A sour look.

“My name is Mo Zhiyang.” Mo Zhiyang also raised his head to look at him at this time, this man is indeed very handsome, perhaps because of his long-term cultivation, he is very noble and graceful.

Seeing his tattered clothes, dark blue denim coat, undershirt with holes inside, a little deformed after wearing it for a long time, blue trousers with hanging feet, also torn.

Xi Jin’s face turned cold, “Have you lost your soul?”

Why did he have the attitude that I’m talking to you as a charity.

“Two souls.” Mo Zhiyang lowered his eyes, still looking pitiful.

A person like him is not qualified to touch senior brother at all.

“After the soul returns, you can leave here.” Going to Xitian, Xi Jin looked at him coldly, flicking his sleeves like giving alms, “Get out.” “Oh.” This person is such a dick, Mo Zhiyang responded and then

also gone.

As soon as he returned here, the village suddenly broke out. Seeing the fat aunt running over, Mo Zhiyang followed suit. Not knowing what happened, nearly a hundred people from the village gathered at the village chief’s house.

“Everyone.”

The village chief said in a duck-like voice, “Everyone, it’s okay to rain, it’s going to rain for a month, everyone pack up quickly, if you can’t, go outside and take refuge.” “Why is it raining?”

”

Yes Ah, why is it raining?”

Everyone was asking, but the village chief didn’t go into details, “The ancestors of the ancestral hall gave me a dream, saying that starting next month, you should hurry up and pack your things. If there are relatives in the neighboring villages, Hurry up and avoid it.”

“Why is it going to rain?”

The weather in Shuangshan Village has always been good, but everyone trusted the old village chief. He said it must be reasonable, but he didn’t know why it was raining.

Mo Zhiyang guessed that it might be because of the soul of Changsun Wuji.

“Would you like to go to my sister’s house with me to take refuge?” Aunt Fat asked while holding onto Mo Zhiyang when she returned.

“No need, it shouldn’t be a big deal.” Mo Zhiyang refused, probably because Yinlong found out that the soul of the grandson Wuji was gone, and it rained heavily, “Fat aunt, hurry up and call someone to leave.” Fat aunt still has a hoe on her shoulder,

” Why?” Hearing what he said, it seemed very serious, and he

was about to say something when suddenly a thunderbolt came down from the sky.

“No, my house is still drying the corn.” The fat aunt didn’t have time to elaborate, and hurried back to collect the corn.

Mo Zhiyang also hurried back. The dirt road in the countryside, after being soaked by rain, was extremely muddy and difficult to walk on.

This thunderstorm also made Xi Jin look up at the sky, “What did that damn animal find?” Then he turned to look at the meditating person in the cave.

Once a senior brother becomes a mortal body, he must experience life, old age, sickness and death, so he is alone? No, I must let my brother stay with me, he cannot become a mortal.

Xi Jin was really scared, after all, the two of them have been together for five hundred years, if one of them disappears suddenly, wouldn’t that mean leaving her alone? What is the meaning of longevity if the senior brother is not around?

But how to stop him? Xi Jin thought of a way.

Now Mo Zhiyang is a little worried, what if Yinlong finds out that he won’t last until the 16th of next month, he tosses and turns on the bed and can’t sleep.

At this time, a rattling sound was heard in the darkness.

The family was very poor, there were no kerosene lamps lit, and it was pitch black so he couldn’t see anything. After hearing the sound, Mo Zhiyang stopped moving and pretended to be lying on the bed and fell asleep.

Xi Jin entered this house in the dark, glanced around, and saw a figure on the kang by the window: as long as you kill him, no one will bring back the soul of the senior brother, and the senior brother can always be with him.

Walking towards the kang head step by step, Xi Jin held his breath so that he could not find himself.

“Host, he wants to kill you.” The system felt the murderous intent.

“Well, I know.” Mo Zhiyang was not in a hurry, and even faintly amused, he could feel him approaching step by step.

The system jumped anxiously, “Host, can you hurry up? I’m so anxious to see.”

Xi Jin finally approached the person on the kang, with two fingers as a sword, condensed a sword aura, and mercilessly slashed at the person on the bed .

The sword energy split open the cloth covering his body fiercely, but he didn’t make any further progress, as if he was being pinched by someone in the air.

“What’s going on?” Xi Jin never thought that he couldn’t kill him.

At this time, Mo Zhiyang pretended to be woken up, and with sleepy eyes, “Is it the Taoist priest?” The voice was deliberately squeezed delicately, as if it was very familiar.

Mo Zhiyang also pretended to get out of the way habitually, “Is the Taoist chief going to sleep?” ”

You are so brave, you dare to shamelessly court my brother!”

This time, Xi Jin was completely anxious He raised his hand and slashed down with his sword again, “You don’t even have the qualifications to lift my brother’s shoes!”