Really not a villain

Also wronged.

Mu Jiangling was angry: "Are you not drunk? Then you probably don't know what you are like in ordinary times!"

Because he concluded that the guy was drunk, he gained a lot of courage in speaking.

Ying Chen leaned slightly: "What kind?"

Mu Jiangling snapped his fingers: "You have a bad temper, you don't like to talk, you have a strange brain circuit, who knows what's going on in your mind! Oh, yes, you're still very childish!"

Ying Chen curled his lips: "I'm really not drunk." It's just that I can't control myself a little bit, and I can do whatever I want.

"Hmph! Anyone who is drunk will say that he is not drunk!" Mu Jiangling broke free from his arms, "If you say you are not drunk, then you can tell me, what happened to the 'um' before?"

Ying Chen didn't speak, just looked down at him.The eternal glacier in his eyes seemed to have melted a little.

Mu Jiangling continued to babble unconsciously: "Look at you, you're talking nonsense, so messed up that you don't even know what you're talking about. Get drunk when you're drunk, go to bed quickly."

"Jade pendant." Ying Chen said, "That black jade."

"Moyu?" Mu Jiangling pulled the jade pendant out of his clothes by the rope, and took a closer look, "What's so strange about this piece of Moyu? Uh, let me tell you first, I won't give this to you, and I will give it to you." You have to rely on it to find your master..."

"No?" Ying Chen raised his eyebrows, pushed him down on the bed with his backhand, and said condescendingly, "Sanqingguo, Moyu, and you. I will take them back."

Mu Jiangling was dizzy: "No, I have to take everything back? Can you make it clear???"

Ying Chen: "The Sanqing fruit is mine."

Mu Jiangling: "Yes."

Ying Chen: "Mo Yu wasn't originally, but now it's mine."

Mu Jiangling: "What??"

Ying Chen paused, the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a smile that couldn't be more faint: "You are mine too."

Mu Jiangling: "???????"

This gesture, this words, this atmosphere.

He, finally, dully, sensed that something was wrong.

Mu Jiangling was terrified and struggled: "Wait?! Hello?! You're drunk! You're really drunk! Yingchen, wake up!!!!!! Help!!!!!!!"

Ying Chen calmly pressed down his restless arm, "I didn't."

"You, you, what are you doing?!" Mu Jiangling's throat was dry, "Don't use your tricks of flirting with beauties in the harem on me! Look clearly!! I'm a man!!! Are you so drunk that you can't tell the difference between men and women??? ???"

"Actually," a hint of teasing flashed in Ying Chen's eyes, "In my palace, there are both men and women."

Mu Jiangling wailed, and his heart was full of misery.

The dragon's nature is obscene, and his crow's mouth really hit the spot!

He struggled to death and said: "I have to die to understand! How did I suit your appetite?!" Can't I change it? ? ? ?

His face was pale with fright, Ying Chen finally mercifully let him go, put away his teasing thoughts, and said flatly: "You are my sacrifice."

As soon as Mu Jiangling got away, he almost rolled and crawled to another corner of the room, the speed was astonishingly fast.He tremblingly said: "Sacrifice sacrifice????"

The so-called sacrifice is the price for praying to the gods.

Legend has it that the many attendants around the gods are heartless, thoughtless, and ignorant, just like puppets on strings.Most of the countless virgins, boys and girls who were used to worship the gods died in the cruel sacrifices, but there were also very few who became such puppets.After the sacrificial offering is taken away, the seven emotions and six desires, the memory of the previous life will be erased from life to life.

Ying Chen raised his chin coldly: "Come here."

Mu Jiangling shook his head frantically: "No no no no no..."

Ying Chen's expression turned cold: "Come here!"

Mu Jiangling choked for a moment, and moved over slowly, feeling very useless.

He was so frightened that his teeth were chattering.Ying Chen patted him on the back reassuringly.Mu Jiangling raised his head, thinking of the miserable end of the sacrificial offering, blinked his eyes, tears suddenly fell down his cheeks, and begged softly: "... Sanqingguo will return you, I have lost my cultivation base, you just, Just let me go..."

Ying Chen was stunned.Some warm liquid touched the back of his hand, and it was still dripping.

"You are my sacrificial offering, so naturally you have to take it back." He tried to wipe his tears, probably never done such a thing before, it was clumsy and awkward, and his face was almost wiped off by him.

Mu Jiangling was sobbing and hiccupping from crying: "I obviously, obviously don't know anything about the harem and sacrifices..."

"Oh." Ying Chen withdrew his hand, and disdainfully said in his usual indifferent tone, "It's just you, you still want to enter my harem?"

Mu Jiangling was choked by these words and held back his tears.

? ? ? ? ? ?

Why do you say this as if you were crying and begging him to take over the harem? ? ? ? ?

"mortal."

Ignoring his sarcasm, Mu Jiangling sat on the edge of the bed, and said hoarsely after a while: "Why? Why do you say that I am a sacrificial offering? You still want my Moyu? Is it because of this that you have been following me all this time? Sanqingguo, are you lying to me?" He lowered his head, biting his lips tightly, most of his face was hidden in the shadow, but his hands clasped on the edge of the bed were slightly bulging.

"No."

Mu Jiangling suddenly raised his head.

Ying Chen frowned slightly: "You forgot."

"forget?"

"I asked you, have you ever prayed to God. You said, no."

"You, you mean, I'm to you, to you..." Mu Jiangling's eyes widened, and he stammered, "Pray to you?"

"No." Ying Chen corrected, "I just happened to hear it."

He squinted his eyes, as if recalling how he was startled by a heart-piercing cry of grief, transformed from a dragon body back into a human form, and then rolled down from the stone bed, clutching his head for a while, unable to recover.

too long.

I haven't heard the prayers of mortals for so long that I almost forgot how to listen.

He concentrated, and the intermittent voice came to his ears, very close.

"Don't die, don't die... Who, who will save him... Ah Jiu!!!..."

"Hey, hey," Mu Jiangling had collected his emotions and began to try to remember, "Why can't I remember? Are you bluffing me? No, didn't you say last time that you can't hear it in the mortal world? "

"Yeah." Ying Chen rarely talked too much, "It's been thousands of years, and I've only heard this one."

"..." Mu Jiangling carefully confirmed, "Really? Did you admit your mistake? Is it me?"

"Really. That's right. It's you."

Seriously three times.There is no room for refutation.

"But I can't remember at all."

"Think about it slowly." Ying Chen couldn't bear to see his face full of snot and tears, took his sleeve and wiped it on his face, "Wait until you think about it."

That face-smearing method can be called rough.Mu Jiangling quickly snatched back his sleeve, wiped it himself, and said vaguely, "Wait until I remember? What if I still can't remember?"

"After finishing what you want to do, I will take you back."

"...The three-month deadline?"

"Obsolete."

"There are so many things I want to do."

"It's only a hundred years for mortals, I can afford to wait."

Mu Jiangling clasped his hands, tilted his head, and slowly raised a smile: "You said that you fulfilled my wish, and you didn't want me to pay the price. You would take me away until the end of my life. If all gods are like you If you do this, wouldn't the mortal world be messed up?"

Ying Chen said seriously: "I am different from them."

"That's right. Which god is as good as you. But since it's a sacrifice, you only need to activate the oath of the prayer at that time, and I can't even resist with a single finger, so why bother?"

Ying Chen said: "That wish... Anyway, I don't want to."

Mu Jiangling thoughtfully didn't pursue the question any further, and instead asked, "How did my Moyu become yours? It's clearly left by my master."

"I have a hobby of collecting treasures."

Mu Jiangling: "..."

Mu Jiangling: "Hi!"

Two days later, Mu Jiangling used some spells to sneak into the Wentian Festival with ease.As long as they don't run around in front of the fairy lord, the first disciple and the like, basically no one can see through his disguise.As for Ying Chen, this immortal uncle didn't do anything, just swaggered up the mountain directly under the eyes of the disciples guarding the mountain.

Immortals can really do whatever they want, which makes people envious, jealous and hateful.

Mu Jiangling pretended to be a young and handsome idle swordsman, holding a tight sword wrapped in black cloth in his arms, wandering around, asking for news.To be honest, he hadn't been to such a lively place for a long time. Firstly, there were many people and chores, and secondly, it was hard to deal with the disturbance.Just think about his identity, once he is discovered, there will be blood in all likelihood.In the past, in Tian Xing Dao, he would occasionally join in the fun with Su Chongjiu, Duan Qing, and Yun Qisheng in disguise. Even if they were accidentally discovered, it would be fine. After all, at that time, Tian Xing Dao was a gathering of chivalrous men secretly praised by many land.

"Brother, what did you just say?" Mu Jiangling patted one of them on the shoulder, and accosted him.

When the man turned his head and saw that he was a handsome young swordsman, he immediately felt good about it, and said without hiding it, "Brother, have you just arrived at the venue? The news has been spread in private for a long time. This year's Wentian Ji, there are only eleven fairy masters in total, and the one who was absent actually asked the chief disciple to come here instead. It has been 800 years, and I have never seen such a show, it is really strange!"

Mu Jiangling was slightly surprised: "I don't know who is absent, which fairy master is it?"

"Danxia Mountain Liufang Palace, Lord of the Dead Immortal."

Mu Jiangling was really taken aback this time: "Vintage?"

This fairy master can be regarded as the most mysterious among the twelve fairy masters.To put it nicely, it is unrestrained, but to put it bluntly, it is self-willed and reckless, and he refuses to stay on the fairy mountain honestly, and his whereabouts are erratic all year round, wandering around.Shi Kongjin is not his name, but his nickname, no one knows his name, so he is called Shi Xianzhu.

But no matter how casual, the absence of this Wentian Festival is a great disrespect to the other eleven fairy masters.