How can I know the strategy? It's all because my wife loves me

Hongxuan turned around suddenly and looked at the Jueji Sword hanging in the air.

The sword body, which was originally glowing red, was now surrounded by a ball of black air.

These black air, like vines that can suck a person's energy, wantonly entangle the sword body, making the entire sword exude a heavy deathly aura.

"No," Hongxuan strode forward, "Mo Yang? Mo Yang!"

The last sound was almost shouted by Hongxuan.

He was shaking all over at this moment, trembling with fear and could hardly stand.

Hongxuan couldn't imagine what would happen to him if Mo Yang disappeared because of this.

He couldn't accept this kind of thing, so he didn't want to think about it.

As soon as any thought came to his mind, Hongxuan would have a splitting headache and the huge pain would overwhelm him completely.

[Ahhh Immortal Lord! Please wake up quickly! The Emperor is about to break! ]

[Wow, poor Emperor. The Immortal King won’t die. Don’t be sad. Xiao Qi wants to cry when she sees you so sad…]

Xiao Qi kept chattering in his sea of ​​consciousness, trying to wake up Mo Yang.

"Noisy!"

【ah--】

A cold voice sounded, and Xiao Qi screamed and was slapped away by a big hand.

[Mr. Immortal, you are awake! ]

[Ahhhh! Go out and hug the Emperor! He’s about to cry! ]

Xiao Qi was slapped, but without any resentment, he got up and started to persuade him.

Mo Yang frowned and looked at the little thing in front of him, thinking it was quite interesting.

"Who are you? Why are you in my sea of ​​consciousness?"

!

Xiao Qi was frozen in place instantly, as if struck by lightning.

Immortal Lord, why would you ask such a question? !

what happened to him?

Could it be that he doesn't even recognize Xiao Qi? ! !

Xiao Qi followed his own thoughts and became more and more terrified the more he thought about it. His mouth opened wider and wider and his eyes almost popped out.

"Tsk."

Mo Yang had no patience. He raised his hand and swept Xiao Qi into the small dark room for protection, then he transformed into a human form and reappeared.

Hongxuan's face was filled with pain as he reached out to grab the Jueji Sword.

A flash of light appeared in front of him, and the Jueji Sword disappeared in an instant.

Instead, there was Mo Yang, dressed in a black robe with a sullen look.

"Mo Yang!"

Hongxuan's voice was trembling, half of it was relief after the lingering fear, and half of it was fear that this was an illusion.

"Mo Yang, you——"

Hongxuan stepped forward with tears in his eyes, and Mo Yang stepped back in fear.

"How dare you!" Mo Yang frowned and shouted unconfidently, "You think you can call me by my name?!"

The reason why he frowned was because Mo Yang felt that he should have just pushed the man out with a palm.

But for some reason, when Mo Yang looked at the person in front of him, he felt that his arms were too heavy to lift.

But he was a dignified Jue Ji, but he actually took a half step back because of a cultivator. This was not domineering at all and was really shameful!

Mo Yang was very angry, angry at himself and even more angry at the person in front of him.

He must have used some magic to make me uneasy!

"Who are you?" Mo Yang glanced at Hongxuan and then looked away.

The main thing is that this person kept staring at him with a straightforward look and red eyes, looking like he was about to cry.

Mo Yang clearly didn't do anything just now, but this man looks so aggrieved. What's the difference between this and a scam!

"Mo, Mo Yang?"

Hongxuan stood still, his dazed look exactly like Xiaoqi in his sea of ​​consciousness.

But when Mo Yang looked at Xiao Qi, he just thought it was stupid.

Looking at this cultivator - Mo Yang felt a deep sense of discomfort and irritation in his heart.

"Reply." Mo Yang's face was dark, and he was obviously in a bad mood.

"You, don't you know me?" Hongxuan asked this question, and tears as big as beans fell in the blink of an eye.

Crystal clear water drops flowed down her cheeks and hit the ground with a plop.

Although there was no sound, Mo Yang felt that his heart was startled and ripples appeared.

Mo Yang really didn't like this feeling. How could he be disturbed by the words and actions of a cultivator?

"Trouble!" Mo Yang snorted coldly and swung his sleeves in disdain.

From time to time, she would glance at Hongxuan who was crying, secretly paying attention to his every move.

Suddenly, he saw a man in white surrounded by two people in the corner, and his eyes turned cold instantly.

"Shangqing!"

Mo Yang flew straight up and raised his palm to hit Shangqing.

"Mo Yang, stop!"

Hongxuan got closer to Shangqing, one step ahead of Moyang, and stood in front of Shangqing with his arms outstretched.

At the last moment of touching Hongxuan, Mo Yang withdrew his hand in time, and the reaction force bounced himself several feet away.

"Are you really not afraid of death?!"

Mo Yang was furious, but more importantly, he was angry at himself.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything to the person in front of him.

Mo Yang was somewhat suspicious. Did anything happen during his sleep after the great battle between Demon Lord and Shang Qing?

Otherwise, why do I always feel familiar when I see the person in front of me?

"This is my master, Mo Yang, do you want to do something to him?"

Hongxuan also realized that Mo Yang really seemed to have forgotten him, and it was difficult for him to hear what he was thinking anymore.

However, after seeing Mo Yang, Hongxuan's heart, which had sunk to the bottom of the valley, finally slowly rose again.

As long as Mo Yang is fine and doesn't disappear, Hongxuan will be satisfied.

As for memories, Hongxuan didn't believe that Mo Yang could really be so cruel to him.

There is still a long time to go in the future, Hongxuan will let Mo Yang remember it slowly.

It doesn’t matter even if he can’t remember. After all, Hongxuan has recognized him.

only--

Mo Yang looked at his master with hatred that was direct and deep, and Hongxuan was a little worried that it might not be so easy to dispel.

"Are you Shangqing's disciple?" Mo Yang became even more unhappy.

Such a cultivator who could control his mind was actually the disciple of his mortal enemy Shang Qing? !

How could Shangqing be so blessed to receive such a beautiful person? !

nice?

Mo Yang was startled by the words that appeared in his mind.

How could he have such a weird idea?!

But if you carefully depict this person's eyebrows and eyes, his eyebrows are like distant peaks, his eyes are as bright as stars, and his face is as beautiful as a sculpture. It is indeed handsome.

Mo Yang stared at Hong Xuan like a pervert for a while, then turned his eyes and raised his chin, "What's your name?"

Hongxuan: “…”

"Silly dog, you're still so attached to me even though you've lost your memory."

Yan Ming complained with disdain, not taking Mo Yang seriously at all.

"He has absorbed so much demonic energy but is still alive. He is really lucky!"

His voice was very low, and Mo Yang couldn't hear it clearly as he was far away, but Hong Xuan heard it clearly.

Hongxuan lowered his head and coughed awkwardly, feeling extremely lucky that Mo Yang was still able to stand in front of him.

She secretly made up her mind that no matter what Mo Yang did, she would not leave him.

"Mo Yang, my name is Hong Xuan."

"Don't be impulsive, we actually--"

Before Hongxuan could finish his words, he felt dizzy and was picked up by Mo Yang.

"Hmph, Hongxuan, since you are Shangqing's disciple, you should bear the consequences of his sins."

"what?"

Mo Yang looked at the pair of clear and bright eyes, somewhat evasive, but still pretended to be calm and added.

"Come with me to the demon world and be my slave."

"When I get tired of you, I'll let you go back."

Mo Yang glanced at Shang Qing who had not woken up yet, and said in a defiant tone, "Tell Shang Qing that if he wants a disciple, he can come to the Demon Realm to fight me."

Mo Yang said this, and without caring about other people's reactions, he just picked up the person and left.

"Mo, Mo Yang, listen to me——"

"Shut up!" Mo Yang tried to keep a cool face and pretend to be aloof.

"You are my slave. If I don't let you speak, you can't say it, okay?"

"..."

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