After my junior brother lost his spouse, the whole cultivation world came to smell the smell

The pheasant girl let out an "oh" and straightened out her pectoral muscles that she was so proud of.

"Of course. Didn't Mo Cangming die in the Demon Palace a long time ago? He is the shame of our Demon World. For a man, even the Demon Palace was demolished. What an unfilial descendant!"

The black bear demon on the side nodded repeatedly, flattering him.

"That's right. Mo Cangming died for Lin Songyan. How stupid! He and Bai Yinchen are now living happily together. But at least Mo Cangming got a taste of it. Our demon king..."

The black bear demon continued to chirp in a low voice.

"Our demon king didn't even get a hair, how pitiful. I heard that Lin Songyan was born with a charming figure, and that small waist... is just this small, tsk tsk."

There was a group of fairies in the back making a noise, and the monsters all orgasmed verbally.

"Oh, I heard that Lin Songyan was snatched away by Bai Yinchen."

"Some also say that Lin Songyan is following another ginseng spirit."

"Bai Yinchen is going to die today. Can Lin Songyan not come back to see his old lover for the last time?"

"If Bai Yinchen dies and Lin Songyan returns, I'll be fine. One night will improve my skills by fifty years, two nights will improve my skills by a hundred years, three nights will improve my skills by four hundred years, and one month will improve my skills by one thousand seven hundred years..."

"How about holding a large-scale 'Furnace Sharing Conference' so that everyone can benefit equally?"

This good idea was proposed by Pheasant Spirit, and once it was said, everyone applauded.

"That's right, we can't let our work be in vain!"

"Kill Bai Yinchen and share Lin Songyan!"

"That's right, kill Bai Yinchen and share Lin Songyan!"

Thousands of demons and monsters became more and more excited as they made more and more noises, and their slogans became more and more in unison.

As he was shouting, he saw three men appear in front of him, along with a disgusting cage with four legs.

Standing in front, gazing at the crowd calmly.

The three men, one had peach blossom eyes with a kind light flashing, one was elegant and graceful in every move, and the other had cinnabar like fire in his eyebrows with nine tails.

……

……

At this moment, the pheasant spirit suddenly felt itchy and shouted, "Isn't that Lin Songyan? Catch him for me! Let's share this first cauldron in the cultivation world!"

It was difficult for him, as Lan Hanxing's subordinate, who neither knew Chang Li nor Mo Cangming, but had a clear idea of ​​what Lin Songyan looked like.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a string of white light flash before his eyes and he didn't have time to see clearly.

The next moment, a cold sword as long as a rainbow pierced through his chest.

His pectoral muscles, which he was so proud of, turned into chicken breasts weighing 2.5 kilograms.

"Fuck you, you can just use chicken essence to season it, but you're trying to imitate others and use a power bank! Do you think you can scan my QR code?"

After saying that, Lin Songyan twisted the hilt of the sword sharply, stabbing a hole in the pheasant demon's chest.

The pheasant demon's face was filled with astonishment, and he fell straight down as he stared at Lin Songyan's lustful eyes!

Lin Songyan quickly retracted the sharp sword and retreated back to Mo Cangming's side.

He blinked his aggrieved big eyes, and his eyelashes trembled like a fluttering butterfly.

The tone of voice dropped, and he murmured softly: "My hand hurts..."

Mo Cangming took his sword-holding hand and thrust the sword back into the scabbard.

Then, place your hands on your lips and blow gently, while kneading the acupoints on them.

"I told you to vent your anger by stepping on those little bugs, but you insisted on doing it yourself. Do you feel the pain now?"

Lin Songyan lowered his head and rested it on Mo Cangming's shoulder, whispering in dissatisfaction.

"Then I don't like eating hard food. It hurts my teeth..."

Mo Cangming just fell for it, and he rubbed his cheeks lightly with his fingertips, tilted his head to look into his eyes, and shook his head with a very doting smile.

Chang Li: ...

Lian Lingyu: ...

Fei Wu: ...

All the little Kalemis: ...

Now, everyone has the same toothache expression.

Black Bear Spirit: "What's with the sour smell?"

Suddenly, a huge hand as big as a mountain flashed before his eyes.

The black gas spread, like a whirlpool approaching!

Snapped! ! ! ! ! !

The crispness is like the sound of breaking a hundred apples at the same time!

It was such a big blow that it sent the black bear flying straight into a thousand-year-old pine tree.

Mo Cangming sniffed, "Can you still smell it now? Is it gone?"

These words were asked to the huge bear-shaped hole on the ancient pine tree.

But all the demons and monsters in the audience said in unison: "No...no more!"

Lin Songyan held his cheeks with both hands, his eyes full of happiness.

"Wow, so handsome, so handsome, help me..."

"Ohhhhh ~ I'm going to faint."

Chang Li: ...

Lian Lingyu: ...

Fei Wu: "Wow wow wow wow, who on earth is dating such a handsome man? Lin Songyan, you eat really well!"

The demons and monsters were all rustling and whispering to each other.

“I don’t quite understand their relationship…”

"What's there to not understand? The demon king is a loyal dog, and the two dogs in the cage are licking him."

……

Just like that, the monsters were soon brought under Changli's command, and the monsters voluntarily worshipped Mo Cangming as their master.

The Holy Lord originally wanted to gather them together to do something big.

As a result, they turned against each other halfway up the mountain.

I gave the Saint a big shit...

When the Saint Lord looked at Mo Cangming and Changli with his people...

By the way, he also locked his son and Fei Wu in a cage...

The corners of his mouth twitched twice, and the mask of the quiet handsome man almost cracked.

But soon, the Saint King calmed down and managed his expression as a hegemon should.

He didn't even look at Lian Lingyu for a second, as if the cage with four legs had nothing to do with him.

"Cangming, are you...well now?"

After he said this, Fei Wu patted Lian Lingyu on the head from behind.

"It's okay, brother. My father has more than 200 sons and he doesn't know who I am. Fortunately, your father still knows that you are his son. After he dies, you will be the only heir."

Lian Lingyu forced a stiff smile and said, "You comforted me very well. Don't comfort me next time."

Mo Cangming was silent for a long time before he finally answered the Saint King's question.

"Godfather, I am fine now."

After hearing this, the Holy Lord raised his cold and distinguished face and sneered.

"So are you here to help me or to kill me today?"

Mo Cangming shook his head and squeezed Lin Songyan's hand tightly, "Neither."

"Foster father, have you ever thought about this? You lost your wife and suffered for twenty years. Lingyu lost you and will have no father's protection for the rest of his life. What will he do?"

Lian Lingyu: "I will set off firecrackers and blow the trumpet. I will also grant amnesty to the Miao people and lead them in dragon and lion dances to celebrate the immortal's ascension to heaven!"

Mo Cangming:……

He won't be able to fix it.

But Lin Songyan rushed forward quickly, tugged off a piece of Fei Wu's sleeve neatly, and stuffed Lian Lingyu's mouth tightly!

"You awful thing, you are really awful!"

The atmosphere has just gotten so heated that it’s time to start crying and playing the BGM, but what the hell is this little calf doing jumping out!

Fei Wu didn't expect that he would do such a thing. His face turned red and he covered his big green eyes.

"Ah~ My sleeve broke... and it broke into his mouth. I am not clean anymore..."

Lian Lingyu: "Mmmmmmm..."

I am not clean anymore...

When the Holy Lord saw this scene, he was so angry that he laughed.

"You can see that I have nothing to linger on. Fighting to the death with Bai Yinchen can also be considered as helping that little beast Lian Lingyu."

"Cangming, you don't have to persuade me. You can help Bai Yinchen or just stand by and watch. My foster father won't blame you. Your great revenge has been avenged, but mine has not yet been."

Mo Cangming really had nothing more to say.

Just as the two sides were confronting each other, Bai Yinchen had already stepped on the evening star and flew over from the back mountain of Qingluan Sect.

The evening stars in the sky were all draped over him, and he looked directly at the saintly monarch with an elegant and determined look.

"Miaojiang Saint, I have no hatred or grudge against you, why do you want to harm my sect?"