Chapter 76:

Mo Qing’s injury was so good, but his body did not have any problems. Every day, he took care of Wan Haomen’s affairs, and he did not see any abnormalities...
I feel this way, although occasionally I hear people complaining below, and the temper of Lichen’s temper seems to have gone bad. But against me, I rarely noticed his temper. Because no matter what I say, he said yes.
When I was busy, I pressed Gu Shuguang to give him a pulse. He would also stretch out his hand and let Gu Shuguang look at it.
I only blame the name of the first doctor in Nanshan, but it doesn't seem to be useful. After three days of exploration, I even sneaked through a lot of medical books in the house at night, and I don't know how the body of Mo Qing is getting better.
There is no discomfort in Mo Qing.
He lives as usual, because the door of the door is too busy, but as long as there is a little idle, it will appear quietly beside me.
No matter when I was teaching and practicing, I went to various markets with seventeen, or ran to Sima Rong to study wood people, no matter where I am, I enjoy the happiness of life. He will appear by my side when you don't care, and will not bother me.
When I taught you to dance the sword on the tip of the mountain, he leaned against the tree and looked at me quietly. When I look back, I will discover his existence, and he just looks at me with a shallow smile, and the light is as beautiful as the morning light.
When I went to the market with the 17th, in order to compensate for the loss of money that I had eaten before in the ghost market, I rushed to buy a lot of things in a mess, but when I saw it, some people wanted it, and also I bought it at a price that was overwhelming. Even if I got something, I couldn’t hold it. And Mo Qing sometimes inadvertently appeared beside me, lightly took the things in my hand, he took the other hand, this hand will naturally take my hand and accompany me.
Seventeen in the back muttering, he did not care, the smile of the corner of the mouth is more beautiful than the arc of the rainbow.
When I was looking for Sima Rong's research institute, Sima Rong had more news, love and leisure, and he sat aside, playing with me while playing with the wood, and then adding a few extras. A serious saying of some anecdotes on the rivers and lakes, because of the trivial chores heard from the mouth of the ink, this thing is more funny than the things he said.
I looked at him and smiled. His whole face was more gentle than the spring wind.
The most important thing is that in the night, in the quiet and innocent temple, in the bed where it was my bedroom, and later became the bed of his sleeping hall, he whispered my name in my ear, deep I tasted every inch of my body's skin, and that feeling stimulates every nerve.
Every night and night, let me sink into the world, no matter what the world is.
In the long years of my eternal life, I didn’t have the kind of comfort that I could get fascinated with when I was with me at this moment.
This day is as beautiful as a dream, until one day, Gu Shuguang came to find me with a tired face, he said: "I know what is going on."
My heart snorted. Suddenly, I didn’t want to face this matter. However, before Gu Shuguang directly told me about it, Lin Ziyu was looking for it. He looked anxious and sinked in front of me: Under the confession of sin, the brothers of the dark brothers are all obeying the orders of the subordinates, and they are not guilty of them. They also hope that the lords and the lords will plead, and let the brothers of the dark Guardians stay, and they will remain in the future. The door fights."
I heard this, I am a bit stunned.
After the last battle with Jiang Wu, many injured Mi Luowei were sent back to Wanshaomen. After receiving treatment, they were sent to be enslaved with Lin Ziyu to work as a slave in the mountain kiln. Work for Wanhaomen.
I thought that after Mo Qing had made this punishment, it would have stopped. But now it has been ten days and a half months, Lin Ziyu suddenly took a blood, and immediately pleaded with me, I really did not want to understand.
"Isn't it for you to do things in the bitter kiln? Is this punishment unwilling to suffer?" Compared to the practice of packing up the betrayal of the monks, Mo Qing was light.
Lin Ziyu looked up at me: "The door owner... wants to put all the former dark Luo Wei in the bitter kiln, count... latitude."
I glanced: "What do you say?"
"The first door to the Lord, Zi Yu knows that the Wanshaomen are in great difficulty, and their sins are sinful, just dark Luo Wei..."
"Where is Mo Qing?" I got up and interrupted him.
"Before the mountain gate." After a momentary operation, I went to the mountain gate and Gu Shuguang followed me.
But when I saw the mountain gate archway, I didn’t know when I nailed a few long wooden stakes. Several dark Luo Wei were worn over the chest and hung on the wooden stakes. In the end, it was a long time. I have seen such a scene for a long time. However, it was seen that Mo Qing’s hand was standing under the archway, looking up at the few people who were hung up, and ordered the coolness:
The mouth is broken, the tongue is cut first.

When the order came out, the Wanshen disciple who stood on the archway took the knife and bent down. He opened the mouth of the half-dead and dark, and was about to start. I drank: "Stop."
The people on the archway looked at Mo Qing, and Mo Qing nodded. Then I looked back at me. The cool color in the middle of the room warmed up a few minutes: "How come you?"
I glanced at the people in the archway. There was no nonsense, and bluntly said: "Isn’t it already punished them to serve in the bitter kiln?"
The ink is dark and cool: "Who is talking in front of you?"
Lin Ziyu came in an instant, and "Plop" slammed down: "Zi Yu knows sin, willing to make a fate! Look at the door..."
"You are loyal to the swaying, after three years of serving the sentence, leaving you with other uses." Mo Qing shook my hand. "I punish them because they have committed sin. They cut their tongues."
"What did they discuss?" Mo Qing did not say, I then asked, "Is it me?"
Lin Ziyu bowed his head and admit his mistake: "There was a rumor that the first doorkeeper confessed to the past, and the subordinates were not strict. It was the fault of the subordinates.
Oh... I can probably think of it. My rumors about my rivers and lakes, there are some messy relationships between men and women. Even Gu and I can tell a story about their words in the mouths of their rivers and lakes, let alone this time. I met Jiang Wu and Mo Qing’s attitude towards me, those private reverie.
Mo Qing is angry, inevitable, but this means of disposal, but some more than I imagined.
I nailed the nail in this archway... Although I was not there at the beginning, but he pushed the corpse, isn’t it to stop such punishment? Why is it so violent this time?
I did not plead for those dark Luo Wei, I said it in the morning, they are betrayed by Mo Qing, how to punish them is the matter of Mo Qing. I only held the hand of Mo Qing backhand. I asked him: "Mo Qing, why are you doing this kind of thing at this arch?"
A dark blue, a look of chaos.
"Too much." Gu Shuguang finally opened his mouth behind me. "You have never done this before in the past five years. The mouth is broken and angry, and it’s a big deal. It’s not like you."
The ink flashed a glimmer of light, and when he looked back, he closed his eyes and seemed to be confused in his mind.
"I have lived in Nanshan these days, and I have heard many people rumor privately. Recently, you have been violent. You come with me, I tell you about your good wounds, what is going on."
I took Mo Qing and left with Gu Shuguang. When I left, I gave Lin Ziyu a look. Lin Ziyu thanked me first.
In fact, I don't want to thank me. I am not helping him. I am just helping to become a bit weird. Those days, in places I have not seen, gradually become a bit strange and murderous.
As Gu Shuguang returned to Nanshantou, Gu Shuguang took a mirror and put a bowl of water in front of the mirror. He asked Mo Qing to sit in front of the mirror and asked him: "What is this bowl of water in the mirror?"
Mo Qing brows a glimpse: "Blood."
I glanced into the mirror, white water is still white water, no blood. But why did Mo Qing see it... I look at Shuguang: "Mirror of Jianxinmen?" Gu Shuguang nodded: "Take Shen Qianjin borrowed."
I have no words, this time is not to inquire about his relationship with Shen Qianjin.
The reason why Jianxinmen is the heart of the door is to hang a mirror on the stalk of the sect. It is their bronze ancestor who has a bronze mirror. The mirror can reveal the heart of this person. If the heart is clear, see the mirror. For things, the heart of the devil is seen in the mirror as evil.
I see that the water in the mirror is water and the water in the mirror is blood, which means that he is in a state of ecstasy.
But as before, Mo Qing did not have any signs of ignorance. He is just more violent and cruel than before.
His means began... and gradually became similar to Jiang Wu.
Creating a terrifying atmosphere, the cultivators are often faced with killings, but the means of killing and not killing are deliberately creating fear and fear.
My heart tightened, Jiang Wu’s disappearance, and the words he left behind, eventually became the curse that bound me and Mo Qing.
"Lichen, you are not a person?" Gu Shuguang finally said the thing I guessed. "You are not a demon king. You may... more like a part abandoned by the devil."
He is the demon of the demon king.
In fact, I can guess without taking care of it. It can make Wan Jian sword, can make Wan Jianjian recognize the Lord, and in his blood, there must be something related to the demon king of the millennium.
The seal in the huge cave, like the seal of his son, is a monster that seals his heart. The spell of the cliff, the sacrifice of my people on the cliff every year...
The existence of my people is not like the ones that Luo Mingxuan said, but to protect the devil's remains. The devil's mission to my ancestors is more like a guardian of the demon seal.
In fact, I can think of it with a little thought. It’s just that I looked at Mo Qing, and I could hold his hand and I was always warm in his arms, so I didn’t want to face this storm.
I just want to hold hands with him, quiet, no rest for the rest of my life.
But what is the immortal will of this thing, can this life be called the sky? I really want to marry God.
Can you make people fall in love?