After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Mo Zheng, in soul form, followed his little apprentice and finally got out of the dark underground palace.

Logically speaking, he is now in an alternative state of ghost, so he should not have symptoms like snow blindness.

But Mo Zheng, who was passively following his own corpse, had just floated out of the gate of the ghost palace. Before he had time to sigh, his eyes turned white and he could not see anything clearly.

"Oh my god! You can't play it like this... Can the soul also go blind?" Mo Zheng kept muttering all the way, but no one paid any attention to him.

Hua Jiantang, who was flying on a sword holding his body in front of him, could not sense him.

The system that could hear him kept its mouth shut tightly and refused to say a single word to him.

"Hey, hey! System Tong~ cute little Tong~ please say something! Have I completed my mission?"

"Xiao Tongzi, I'm sacrificing my life for justice. The hero has achieved great success and has a bright future. He's definitely the best in the world!"

"This mission should be completed, right?"

"When do you think I can wear it back and collect my royalties?"

……

"system……"

"……all"

Finally, the system couldn't stand it anymore: [You were such a chatterbox when you first arrived, why are you talking non-stop now?!]

[I've consulted the main system for you and have also submitted the task submission report.]

[I'll send you back immediately after it's approved. I guarantee you'll receive not only the royalties for your original book, but also the royalties for this book!]

As Mo Zheng's task supervisory assistant, the system was fed up with his incessant, non-repetitive, three-dimensional surround sound that penetrated his brain.

Although it doesn't have a brain, even a small source code would be scrapped by it!

Mo Zheng knew when to stop and covered his mouth with his hands, showing his determination to shut up with his actions.

It was really because the male protagonist had locked her up in the monster palace for too long, hanging there all day long without any living creature to communicate with her.

Naturally, he had no choice but to chat with the system, the kind that was very enthusiastic!

At first the system would protest to him, but in order to ensure that Mo Zheng's mind would not be irreversibly damaged, the system had to take on the responsibility of chatting with him.

According to incomplete statistics from the system, one day during the first year of being imprisoned in the Ghost Palace, Mo Zhengguang called it three hundred and thirty-one times!

But it can't block...

Being a mission supervisor assistant is quite risky these days, and the system even has hallucinations.

I always feel like my brain is going to explode from Mo Zhengnian, and my heart is going to stop from anger.

But in fact, the system's kernel driver is just a source program.

Where do the brain and heart come from?

Fortunately, the task of this book has been almost completed. After sending this thing back, it will apply for a vacation to do a good job of maintaining its source code.

If there is no more task subject like him, the system really feels that it may be scrapped on the spot.

Mo Zheng, who did everything for the royalties, turned into a money-grubber. He covered his mouth happily, sat cross-legged in the air, and floated along with Hua Jiantang who was flying on a sword in front of him.

Mo Zheng, also known by his courtesy name Yingxi and pseudonym Lingfeng, was the previous headmaster of the Zichen Sword Sect in the Misty World, the grandson of the previous headmaster, and his last disciple.

Who among the generation thousands of years ago didn’t know Young Master Ling Feng of the Zichen Sword Sect?

It’s not that Young Master Mo Zheng and Young Master Ling Feng are exceptionally talented or possess extraordinary magical powers.

On the contrary, he was predicted by the great monk of the Buddhist sect when he was born that his fate as an immortal was shallow and he would not be able to achieve great things without the right opportunity.

As soon as these words were spoken, Mo Zheng, who was still in his infancy and was the grandson of the master of Zichen Sword Sect, became in a very awkward situation.

Fortunately, although Mo Zheng was born with deficiencies, his other conditions were far superior to others!

My mother is the most outstanding celestial astrologer in the Xingyao Sect.

My father is a brilliant and number one person in the world. As soon as he became an adult, his cultivation level reached the same level as the old master.

There is no doubt that he will break through his cultivation level and ascend to the higher realms earlier than his father.

In order to wait for his wife to become as good as him, he suppressed his cultivation and stayed in the ethereal world temporarily.

But their son just happened to have such a fate, which is really sad.

Just when everyone was watching Young Master Mo Zheng becoming more and more mediocre as he grew older, he suddenly made a big splash.

Talking, walking, entering into meditation, practicing Qigong...

Mo Zheng, who couldn't keep up with the progress of ordinary people in any way, made a 16-degree turn when he was years old.

It only took him one year to jump directly from the stagnant second level of Qi training to the foundation-building stage. When he appeared in front of everyone again, he had already reached the early stage of Jindan.

At the young age of 17, he became the youngest junior teacher, and instantly went from being the last in the class to being the most outstanding among his peers.

Some people privately discussed the inner workings of the matter, but even the great monk of the Buddhist sect merely laughed it off, muttering, "The Purple Star Sword Sect's master and son are truly capable of such a crime. Isn't it a blessing to live an ordinary life?"

When the friend asked curiously, the monk said frankly that it was Mo Zheng's parents who connected the opportunity for him, but he was afraid that he would have to walk on the edge of a knife on this path to immortality.

He refused to say a word more, and kept it secret, just smiling and saying nothing, never mentioning it again.

Later, when Mo Zheng turned a hundred years old, his parents ascended to heaven and passed away.

The old master held on until he successfully passed the fusion period and became a true immortal king before he went into seclusion to practice. Ten years later, his cultivation was perfected, and he ascended to the next world and left the ethereal world.

This family's behavior of protecting their cubs is considered outstanding in the entire Piaomiao world.

Among the three generations of immortals, it is not uncommon to have resources, support, and qualifications; but it is truly unique to have such elders fully protecting and pulling them forward, and still succeed!

Others can't envy it...

After all, no one else has a mother who is a heavenly astrologer, so she would find a glimmer of hope for him even if it means damaging her cultivation.

He also didn't have a father or grandfather who taught him by example and never gave up, even sacrificing his own cultivation to protect him.

No matter how rare it is to have offspring in this ethereal world, few people would be like their family, willing to risk sacrificing three people just to gain that slight chance.

After all, it is common for children to be born with good or bad talents. It is not impossible to settle those with average talents and let them live a stable life in the ethereal world, and then try to have another one.

This kind of persistence in sticking to one path to the end is not something that ordinary people can understand.

Therefore, Mo Zheng was also a wonder in the Piaomiao Realm at that time, and naturally he was famous.

When Shu Fan took over the identity of Mo Zheng, it happened to be a year before the old master was about to go into seclusion to prepare for the impact of the ascension. He still remembered the situation when he first arrived.

Shu Fan, a failed online writer in the 25th century.

He has been floating in the literary world for three years and has written three or five books, just like a piece of wood floating in the sea, just barely avoiding sinking.

Fortunately, he has one advantage, which is stubbornness!

The key is persistence. Every book will have a beginning and an end. No matter if readers have few readers, or if you are scolded or threatened with sending razor blades, you will persist in finishing it.

So much so that it finally reached the trigger point where quantitative change turned into qualitative change, and this new sweet novel with two male protagonists finally became a little popular!

He is even more motivated and doesn't need readers to urge him to update. He is more eager to update than anyone else.

Seeing that tomorrow was the day to pay the manuscript fee, Shu, who was well versed in the rules of calculating manuscript fees, was busy typing away on his calculator.

Looking at the five-digit number, my heart was beating with excitement.

But things don't always go as planned~