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Chapter 369: King Meets King Kunpeng Moyun
In the wilderness, a figure was crawling on the ground.

Mao Lang put his ears to the soil, caught a slight movement, and reached out to pierce the soil to pull out the struggling mouse.

He was already starving, and could not help but tear open the rat's throat, suck out all its blood, and eat it all up.

He hid in Tianjingfang, ate up all the supplies left by Zhou You, and hunted all the foxes and rabbits around him. Seeing that he was about to starve, he finally couldn't bear it and went out.

Since the destruction of the Five Animals Palace, the five animals have been in danger of death and the city is in chaos.

Mao Lang took the opportunity to escape from the city and returned to the wilderness, where he lived in hunger and slept in the open air.

His clothes were already worn and torn, with large pieces peeling off. He seemed to have returned to the past, the state before he met his mentor Mao Laoliu, a wild child mingling with a group of animals.

His master died, and his enemy died too. Not only did he lose his family affection, but he also lost his hatred.

The only thing that kept Mao Lang alive was his body's hunger instinct, which forced him to look for food everywhere.

Occasionally his confused thoughts would remind him that he was once a human being, with elders who cared for him, who wore clothes, ate hot food, and had companions.

Now, I am all alone, and there is nothing else in the world.

Every time this happened, Mao Lang felt a sense of melancholy and sadness in his heart.

Suddenly, a unique smell of a living creature drifted in the wind, and there was prey again.

Mao Lang curled up in a pit, with a bunch of dry vines and grass pulling the cart covering his body and concealing his whereabouts.

It's people!

A stumbling figure came from a distance, muttering to himself, with a blank look in his eyes.

Is a madman!

The sounds coming from their mouths sounded like two people arguing and talking.

Mao Lang's throat moved a few times. He was really hungry, but an old man's face appeared in his mind, and he immediately gave up the idea.

I am a human being, not an animal, and humans cannot eat humans.

Since he was not prey, Mao Lang was no longer interested in him. He shook his head and continued to lie down to conserve his energy.

He almost forgot that his nickname was "Mad Beast". Isn't it fate that he met a madman?

"Who?"

The senior martial artist thought he had escaped from the cage since leaving Gongliang City, but he did not expect the situation to deteriorate rapidly.

The collision of the two bewitching forces directly split his mind into two halves, conflicting and colliding all the time.

He was crazy, his mind was split, there were two people talking in his head, with completely opposite opinions, arguing all the time.

Sometimes I am clear-headed, sometimes I am confused, and I can't get too far.

Fortunately, this body is already a high-level martial artist and still has the strength to protect itself, otherwise it would have been killed by wild beasts and robbers.

"Well?"

The senior martial artist regained consciousness for a rare moment and discovered traces of Qi and blood ahead, and there was actually a Qi and blood warrior hiding there.

He was afraid that he would go crazy and meet with an accident, so he took the initiative and rushed forward to grab the person who was lying in ambush.

"Why is he a savage?"

He also forgot that he was half crazy and not much better than a savage.

Mao Lang was caught without any resistance, and said with a grin, "Let me go."

Pretend to open your mouth and bite.

He was thrown heavily to the ground, stars appeared in his eyes, his internal organs were turned upside down, and hot air came out of his mouth and nose.

The senior martial artist thought, he is just a savage, why waste time talking, just kill him.

Just as I raised my foot to stomp it to death, I suddenly felt dizzy and it came back, and I was going crazy.

After an unknown amount of time, the senior martial artist regained consciousness and checked his entire body. He was surprised to find that he was not injured.

Looking not far away, Mao Lang was soundly sleeping with his head resting on the half-eaten body of a brown wolf. How could he not take advantage of the wolf when he lost his mind?
"Wake up!"

The senior martial artist woke Mao Lang up, "Have you been watching me go crazy?" Mao Lang rubbed his eyes and nodded, "I often go crazy too, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Why don't you eat me?"

The senior martial artist stared into his eyes, ready to strike him dead if he gave a wrong answer.

“I don’t eat people.

Mao Lang shook his head seriously, "Master told me that I am a human being, and humans cannot eat humans, even if they starve to death."

The senior martial artist looked into his eyes and wondered if this kid had forgotten that his master died in his hands.

The crazy beast Mao Lang, who bears the crime of murdering his master, will be condemned by everyone and become an unforgivable villain for the rest of his life.

Meeting in the wild is fate!
"Listen carefully. From now on, you will follow me. When I go crazy, don't worry about anything else and just continue to lead me on the road."

"In return, I will provide you with food and clothing, teach you boxing, and help you live more like a human being."

Mao Lang tilted his head and thought about it. The last person who said this to him was his master. Those who treated him like this were all good people!

He nodded seriously, "Deal."

The senior martial artist introduced himself, "Remember, I am your patron, senior martial artist, and I will have fun with the 'unparalleled' bow."

"The place we are going to is a sect called Wanxiu Mountain."

……

Kunpengzi was in a bad mood, and a heavier chess piece slipped away.

The hidden danger behind this incident was very serious. His plan was severely challenged and his most proud seal script became ineffective.

"Swipe!"

Kunpengzi wrote furiously, and quickly finished writing another sacrificial text, "Three cents."

The guests left and I had no work to do, and my mood started to get worse again.

Kunpeng Zixing figured it out in his mind. The poisonous goose Lu Zhigang was originally a small flag chess piece, and disappeared without a trace after exchanging it for a big chess piece.

No need to ask too much, the person who can perform extreme operations under his nose must be Mo Yunzi.

This fellow Golden Immortal Daoist brought him more trouble than surprise!

"He broke my bewitching spell and released Gong Jinhuan. This person's inheritance is not inferior to mine."

Kunpengzi held a beast-head seal in his palm, gently stroking the raised patterns on the surface, as if thinking about something.

But this is Gongliang City, his home ground, and Mo Yunzi cannot gain any advantage here.

"The power of bewitching is intricate and complex. You may not know that everyone in this city is in my control."

Kunpengzi chuckled, pinched the beast-head seal and knocked it heavily on the table. A collision sound was heard, and the surroundings quietly changed. A passerby's eyes flashed with a strange light, and through the intersection of their eyes, the strange light appeared in another person's eyes.

On the streets, in the shops, in the markets, wherever people pass by, there are scenes of eye contact. The strange light spreads rapidly like a fish in water, from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

In this way, it spread quickly to every corner of the city through word of mouth.

Kunpengzi, the source of everything, was calm and composed, quietly waiting for things to develop.

From the moment he stepped into Gongliang City, the foreshadowing had been laid, and the power of bewitching enveloped the entire city, leaving no blind spots.

The huge network created by the rapid spread of the strange light swept across every living person of flesh and blood in the city, checking for any abnormalities.

Sudden···
The strange light jumped slightly and was interrupted at a certain point, as if it fell into a bottomless abyss and was half swallowed.

"I found you, Mo Yunzi."

Kunpengzi opened his eyes.

The location was a stall. Next to the steaming pot, the white-haired and white-bearded Mo Yunzi Yan Ping was rubbing his hands while waiting for the wild vegetable and grain steamed cakes to be out of the pot.

The stall owner with a sullen look on his face enthusiastically lifted the lid of the pot, and the hot steam rose above his head, swirling in this small alley.

(End of this chapter)