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How did he survive? Mo Xing didn't really want to recall the tragic scene at the time. He couldn't help but crawl in the dark when he thought about it, but he couldn't refuse what Party A's father took out.

“The Black Mist Clan is becoming more and more powerful, and the territory I can protect is shrinking, from a region to a city. Ten years later, only the town where I was born is still intact.

I used a wisp of the world's origin to protect it.

The cold world can't hold out for much longer. The barrier of the world is gradually broken, and black fog permeates every corner of the cold world. Tens of thousands of lives are annihilated all the time."

The last remnant of Heaven's spirit came to him as soon as the Black Mist Clan invaded, and gave him a little bit of the origin of the world, saying that he was the son of destiny conceived by Him, and that only he had a chance to preserve the vitality of the world.

Mo Xing accepted the origin of the world, but he did not believe in the so-called son of destiny. All his achievements so far were due to his own efforts.

However, he should not miss the world origin that was delivered to his doorstep. Maybe he could find a way to fight against the Black Mist Clan. However, several years had passed and he had gained nothing, so he could only use it for defense.

"Can you show me the origin of the world?" Lu Chu looked at him with sparkling eyes. It seemed that he had never studied this kind of thing before.

Mo Xing looked up and met a pair of bright eyes. There was a faint smile in those eyes, but deeper inside they were cold and indifferent. The young man in front of him was the most Tiandao-like person he had ever seen.

He hesitated for a moment, but still took out a fist-sized ball of purple light.

Lu Chu stretched out a finger and touched it. The ball of light instantly decomposed into countless light spots surrounding the two of them. The evolution of the world appeared clearly in front of them, and a small part of it entered Lu Chu's body.

Mo Xing looked at this scene in surprise. He originally thought that Lu Chu was just curious, but he didn't expect that he could directly absorb the origin of the world.

Lu Chu closed his eyes and carefully felt the power of the origin of the world. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said with a smile: "This origin of the world is quite interesting."

Mo Xing's mind moved, and he asked, "You can absorb the origin of the world? What did you discover?"

"Hmm... it's delicious." Lu Chu pondered for a moment, "It's refreshing and cool, it tastes like the icy and cool Snow Mountain glutinous rice cake."

Who asked you this? The ten thousand year old demon said that he didn't want to know what the origin of the world tasted like.

Lu Chu grabbed a handful of scattered light dots and pinched them into the shape of a small cake, strongly recommending the delicacy he had just discovered to his new good friend, "Xiao Mo, do you want to try it?"

I don’t know why the small cake in front of me looks particularly delicious. Mo Xing is not a person who cares about food, but now he is trying hard to restrain his greedy eyes.

He stretched out his hand as if possessed by a ghost, took the "cake" and took a bite. A cool feeling spread in his mouth with a hint of sweetness. The purity of his demonic energy made a qualitative leap. The realm of cultivation that had not moved for tens of thousands of years vaguely saw the way forward, and every cell in his body was clamoring for joy.

"How is it? Delicious, right?" Lu Chu said with a proud smile.

Mo Xing nodded. It was worthy of being the origin of the world. It was different. Then he swallowed the rest of the cake in one bite without hesitation.

"We're done with morning tea, let's continue telling stories!" There was a row of small animal puddings in front of Lu Chu, each one was soft and sticky, and looked particularly tempting.

Mo Xing used his great willpower to control his gaze and not look at Lu Chu, and said calmly, "I gathered the power of everyone and used the origin of the Heavenly Dao to break the Frost World, and left with the remaining creatures.

Hundreds of thousands of years passed, low-level cultivators died of old age, high-level cultivators became old, and new creatures almost all became ordinary people because they were unable to practice due to the polluted spiritual energy.

Grandma is gone too. There is no reincarnation in the broken world. I cut off a part of the origin of the world and forced their souls to stay and build the paradise of Baicao Town. The fragile soul cannot bear too many memories, so I kept their memories in my youth.

In fact, I am not a real person. My flesh and blood are now made up of demonic energy. Hatred and deep obsession allow my consciousness to survive, so I cannot leave Baicao Town too far."

Lu Chu ate a pink little rabbit in one gulp, his eyebrows slightly curved, "Did you give Lu Xing's cultivation method and resources to him on purpose?"

"That's right." Mo Xing nodded and took a sip of wine as if to cover up. His favorite ginkgo wine tasted a bit bland.

“Although Lu Xing is a low-level small world that leans towards technology, the purity of the hidden spiritual energy is extremely high, and the Heavenly Dao consciousness is unexpectedly powerful, which can completely isolate the Black Mist Clan.

I hope someone can help me get rid of the remaining invaders after reaching great heights, so Han Ming can be reborn. But unfortunately, 30,000 years have passed, and only you and your two friends have come here."

It was impossible to say that he was not disappointed. He had been wandering in the starry sea for so many years and only saw this special little world with bright colors. It just so happened that Lu Xing's consciousness of the way of heaven also wanted to develop towards the spiritual world. They could be said to have hit it off.

Now Lu Xingtian has almost achieved what he wanted. He has combined technology and cultivation very well, but he still has not solved the crisis of the Black Mist Clan.

If he hadn't met Lu Chu, he would have wanted to unilaterally tear up the contract after a few hundred years, and after recovering the costs and interests of these years, he would leave Lu Xing with the Hanming fragments and find a suitable small world to start over.

"Lu Xing got a great deal!" Lu Chu sighed and handed his new friend a little white cat to express his concern.

Mo Xing: Thank you, I feel comforted.

In fact, the speed of cultivation of the creatures on Lu Xing is already very fast, but they just can’t show it.

"The story of Shadan is over. When can I see the person I want to see?" The million-year-old devil felt a little nervous after a long time.

"You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry!" Lu Chu took out a green glass lamp from the space and placed it on the table. He said in a light tone with a hint of ridicule, "You don't want the people you care about to live in the threat of the black fog, do you?"

Mo Xing's eyes lit up slightly when he heard this. Was it what he thought?

His figure disappeared for a moment, and when he came back, there was a ball of imprisoned black mist in his hand. It seemed to have life and kept squirming.

Suddenly, ferocious faces emerged from the black fog, baring their fangs and claws at Lu Chu.

Lu Chu was unmoved. He casually lit the glass lamp and pushed it forward. The black fog immediately became as quiet as a chicken, and its ferocious face was replaced by a cute, fluffy one.

Mo Xing suppressed his inner excitement, and tentatively pulled the black fog closer to the glass lamp little by little. He immediately saw the black fog hiding backwards like crazy, making a sharp explosion sound, and quickly dissipated into a wisp of spiritual energy floating in his palm.

Fortunately, he first sealed the space around the black fog, so his ears were not destroyed by the screams of ghosts and wolves.

Hundreds of thousands of years of waiting finally paid off. Even Mo Lao Mo couldn't help losing his composure. There were several faint crescent-shaped marks on his palms. "I wonder if you could lend me this glass lamp? I will definitely help you after the matter is done."

Such a generous new friend, not afraid that he would take advantage of the situation and make some outrageous demands, really want to take him out to explore together, then he and Liu Xingrui can form a five-person adventure group, Lu Chu raised an eyebrow, "Any conditions are OK?"

"After I destroy the Black Mist Clan and reshape the Frost and Netherworld, I will agree to any conditions! The Great Dao will bear witness to it!" Mo Xing's eyes were firm and his face was serious.

"This lamp was originally considered as the reward for telling me stories." Lu Chu casually threw the glass lamp over. The thing Xuanyuan Baiyi gave him not long ago in Wugui Youhai was quite useful. "However, since you want to repay me so much, I will reluctantly accept you as a friend and accompany me to Luxing for a year."

Mo Xing caught the life-saving artifact that fell into his arms with a confused look on his face. He had prepared for the worst, but he didn't expect it to be like this?

The shocked and puzzled expression on the man's face was so vivid that Lu Chu couldn't help but chuckle, "I have one more request. You can't ruin the role-playing games of the two friends I brought with me."

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Liu Xingrui was lying on the ground with a bruised face and nose. He was regretting it now. If he had known earlier, he would not have teased the icy-faced Fifth Brother. Damn it, he didn't expect that he still couldn't beat him.

"I now believe what you said a little bit. I am indeed not an iron flower." Lin Yujing slowly stroked the golden spear he summoned. The spear rubbed his shoulder affectionately, constantly emitting a pleasant breath.

Tie Baihua used a sword instead of a gun, and she would not treat Zhang Shadan so violently.

"I am indeed Lin Yujing." He murmured in a low voice as he looked at the golden spiritual power faintly visible in his hand.

Liu Xingrui struggled to get up from the ground. Lin Yujing didn't use much spiritual power, so his injuries healed a lot in such a short time. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Did you do this on purpose?"

However, Lin Yujing seemed not to have heard his words. His gaze passed through Liu Xingrui and looked into the distant void with an unfathomable look on his face.

"Old Liu, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Fine, fine, just play dumb for him, okay? Then don't blame him for spreading his dark history when he gets out.

"Grandma's little treasure, why are you here?"

Grandma Wang is here!

Liu Xingrui's body froze, his mind racing, what excuse could he come up with to get away with it? He had one, "Grandma, I heard Uncle Tieniu passed away, I'm here to comfort Sister Baihua."

Wang Cuihua looked at the two of them half-believingly, and noticed the bruises on her eldest grandson's face. Her expression changed instantly, "Xiaobao, who bullied you?"

Xiaobao Benbao didn't know whether he should tell the truth or not. His intuition told him that Grandma Wang was very special here and should not be easily provoked.

Soon the only outsider present was given a death stare by Grandma Wang, "Did you hit my Xiaobao?"

Lin Yujing didn't say anything. He couldn't lie, nor did he want to admit in front of the old woman that he had beaten her grandson.

"Okay! It really is you, little girl!" Wang Cuihua saw the guilty conscience on "Tie Baihua's" face at a glance, "Now I, an old woman, am going to have a good talk with you..."

In the next hour, Lin Yujing was forced to write a 10,000-word apology letter and promised that he would never bully Zhang Shadan again. He was humble and served Zhang Shadan as a servant.

The anger in his eyes was about to turn into a knife and spit out, but he couldn't escape. Grandma Wang Cuihua was a big bug and was almost invincible in Baicao Town.

How come he turned into a white flower?

As the beneficiary, Liu Xingrui laughed so hard that tears were about to fall out. A new dark history emerged. He could watch the appearance of his fifth brother's bullied young wife for another year without getting tired of it.

For the sake of his own handsome face, he still pretended to persuade Grandma Wang.

Grandma Wang, who was protecting her grandson, said that she would not listen and that Xiaobao should not think of leaving until the wound on his face healed.

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When Lu Chu finished eating the twelfth animal pudding and watching a brotherly drama, a man in green came back with a glass lantern and sat down opposite him with a smile on his face.

At this time, the center of the glass lamp had turned light purple, obviously because it was too full.

"Huh? Why did you change your clothes?" He found that the pitch-black color had turned into green grass, and his whole body exuded a different kind of vitality.

"When good things happen, people feel refreshed!" Mo Xing said with a smile. This time the smile on his face was real. The wailing of the Black Mist Clan became his favorite sound now. "And I want to meet them with my best side."

Lu Chu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and joked: "It seems that you are looking forward to the next reunion."

Mo Xing nodded silently, and a barely perceptible hint of nervousness and longing flashed in his black eyes.

He has changed so much that he doesn't even recognize himself anymore. Changing clothes may not mean anything, but...

Lu Chu motioned him to put the glass lamp on the table. He grabbed a handful of scattered light spots around and sprinkled them on the glass lamp. The glass lamp shone brightly, and a shadow floated out, which gradually condensed after landing on the ground.

"Grandma." His eyes were slightly red and he didn't know what to say. It had been too long since he felt any emotions other than hatred, regret and other negative emotions.

"Xiaobao, you've worked hard." Grandma Wang looked at him lovingly and stroked Mo Xing's hair gently as she did when they were children. "Is it tiring to carry all this on your own?"

"Not tired." Mo Xing shook his head, raised his hand and gently hugged the old man, "Xiaobao is not tired, I just miss grandma too much."

Before he could digest the emotions brought about by his grandmother's appearance, a pleasant voice came to his ears.

"Silly boy, why did you become a crybaby?"

Mo Xing looked in the direction of the voice and saw a beautiful girl in a light purple flowing dress standing in front of him, looking almost exactly the same as she did back then. His eyes gradually blurred.

……

Lu Chu left as soon as Grandma Wang appeared. Although he liked watching plays, he didn't like the "holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes" kind of plays.