The Supreme Being Reborn in Another World

After solving the old man with smallpox, Mo Junye immediately returned to Xue Qingyan's side and removed the barrier, but when he saw Xue Qingyan vomiting, he suddenly felt distressed.

"Qingyan, what's wrong with you?" Mo Junye asked worriedly while supporting Xue Qingyan, whose face was still pale.

Could it be that his enchantment didn't work? Xue Qingyan was still injured by the aftermath of his power from the battle just now?

Xing Feng also finished vomiting, because there was nothing left in his stomach to vomit out. He turned his head and looked at Mo Junye with resentful eyes, and couldn't help but said, "You, the culprit, are ashamed to ask."

"I'm fine, don't worry." Xue Qingyan quickly waved her hand and said, in fact, this can't be blamed on Mo Junye, who made his psychological endurance poor!

Maybe he should have just ignored the appalling corpse of Old Man Smallpox just now.

However, Mo Junye didn't believe it. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the corpse of the old man with smallpox who had been split in half. He seemed to understand something and felt a little embarrassed.

"That..." Mo Jun Yeqing coughed twice, looked at Xue Qingyan with a trace of apology, and said, "I couldn't control it for a while, so the method... er... was a bit bloody, but I will do it next time." Be careful."

Xing Feng, "..." It's a bit bloody.

That's obviously very brutal and bloody, okay?

Xue Qingyan shook her head, looked at Mo Junye with clear eyes and said, "You don't have to accommodate me, no matter what you do, I will support you."

Because Mo Junye is the person he loves the most, no matter what Mo Junye does, he will only support Mo Junye, and there is no need for Mo Junye to accommodate himself.

If Mo Junye likes bloody methods, then he will work hard to adapt.

He can change himself for Mo Junye, but he doesn't want Mo Junye to change anything for him. After all, this is the only thing he can do for Mo Junye.

Mo Junye was too perfect, so good that he felt that he was not worthy of this man.

All along, it was Mo Junye who gave him, so he also wanted to do something for Mo Junye.

Even if he wants to change his personality, he doesn't care.

And Xue Qingyan herself knows very well that only when he becomes stronger can he get closer to Mo Junye, so he has been working hard to become stronger.

Not only the strength has to become stronger, but also the heart.

"Qingyan, my daughter-in-law, it's so kind." Mo Junye smiled lightly, lowered his head slightly, and placed a light kiss on Xue Qingyan's forehead.

Xue Qingyan smiled, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Mo Junye's lips.

Xing Feng looked at Mo Junye and Xue Qingyan who looked like no one else was around, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Looking at Mo Junye and Xue Qingyan's intimate behavior, Xia Qianchen couldn't help feeling envious, and then turned to look at Xing Feng, but Xing Feng seemed to be unable to see his own existence.

Sure enough, people are more popular than people.

There is no harm without comparison.

Feng Yueying squatted down, stretched out a finger and poked the little white mink that Xue Qingyan had temporarily forgotten, feeling a little bored. The pressure is so great that even the body trembles involuntarily.

"Wait for me." Mo Junye smiled at Xue Qingyan, then turned around and walked to Old Man Smallpox's body, and found Old Man Smallpox's space storage device.

Mo Junye checked and found that there were really not many profound stones in it, but there were still two copies of Linglong Chexin Pill's spirit grass, and there were also a few eighth-level profound weapons and some other spirit herbs.

In addition, there is Linglong Chexin Pill that the old man with smallpox will not be able to take in the future.

Now these things are all owned by Mo Junye.

Old Man Smallpox was killed by Mo Junye, so the things belonging to Old Man Smallpox naturally belonged to Mo Junye. Neither Xing Feng nor Xia Qianchen had any objection to this point.

Mo Junye gave Xue Qingyan to keep all the profound stones inside, and Mo Junye put away the spiritual grass by himself.

As for those profound weapons, Mo Junye was not interested, and Xue Qingyan also had the immortal weapons Mo Junye gave, which were more powerful than these profound weapons, so Xue Qingyan didn't intend to ask for them either.

Both Xia Qianchen and Xing Feng had their own profound weapons, and they felt embarrassed, so when Xue Qingyan asked them if they wanted profound weapons, they also refused.

In the end, Mo Junye resolved to sell all the mysterious weapons, so they returned to the trading city.

Old Man Smallpox was dead, and these mysterious weapons naturally became ownerless, so Mo Junye sold them without the slightest pressure. Because there was no shortage of time, Mo Junye transferred those mysterious weapons by auction.

There is also an auction chamber here in the trading city, and Mo Junye handed over all the mysterious weapons to the auction chamber for auction.

The auction will be held in three days, so they have to stay here in the trading city for a few days.

Because the place where Old Man Smallpox died was not far from the trading city, he was discovered very quickly.

When news of the death of Old Man Smallpox reached the ears of Leng Yueya, the deputy owner of the Xuanshang Building, she was only slightly shocked, and people didn't need to pay any more attention.

Because the auction was held three days later, Mo Junye, Xue Qingyan, and Feng Yueying found an inn in the trading city to temporarily stay.

It was the first time for Xue Qingyan to come to the trading city, and she hadn't had a good time before, so she went out of the trading city because of several troubles.

This time when I came back to the trading city, I planned to hang out with Mo Junye to see if I could buy any treasures. Xing Feng is also a person who can't be idle. Come together.

Xia Qianchen naturally refused to leave Xing Feng's side, so he also came along.

And Little White Diao was also thrown to Feng Yueying by Xue Qingyan to take care of him, but he didn't know about Little White Diao's fear of Feng Yueying, and he thought that Feng Yueying and Little White Diao would get along well, after all, they were both Beasts.

Feng Yueying didn't want to stay at the inn either, so she took the little white sable with disgust while wandering the streets of the trading city full of curiosity.

Xue Qingyan was looking at jade in a shop, wondering if there was anything she needed for her cultivation.

Mo Junye was not impatient at all, anyway, he let Xue Qingyan go casually.

Anyway, wherever Xue Qingyan went, he would go there with Xue Qingyan.

As long as it was something Xue Qingyan liked, he would buy it.

However, although Xue Qingyan's personality has changed a lot, her habit of saving and not wasting is still the same as before.

So they walked around for nearly half an hour, but Xue Qingyan didn't buy a single thing.

This jade shop is not big, but there are quite a lot of customers.

Xue Qingyan looked around in the jade shop, but couldn't find the jade she needed, so she asked Mo Junye to leave together. Pedestrians all looked at them. At first, Xue Qingyan still felt a little embarrassed, but after a long time, she got used to it.

But Mo Junye was used to ignoring everyone.

Not long after Mo Junye and Xue Qingyan walked out of the jade shop, they saw an old man in gray robes walking towards them with an angry face, blocking their way.

Xue Qingyan, "..." By the way, isn't it inappropriate to go out today? Why are troubles coming one after another.

Mo Junye looked at the old man in front of him indifferently, with a cold light in his eyes. Although he didn't speak, he had a natural aura.

Many pedestrians stopped to look at them one after another, and even started talking in a low voice.

"You are the murderers who killed my son?" The old man's face was distorted, looking at Mo Junye and Xue Qingyan with hatred, and his tone of voice also revealed a sinister meaning.

The old man was actually Jia Fangren's father, Jia Liu. After seeing Jia Fangren being carried back, he was so angry that he almost lost his mind.

Jia Fangren was his old son, so he loved Jia Fangren very much. After seeing his son's tragic death, how could he not be angry and want revenge.

Finally, someone came to tell him that he saw the murderer who killed his son, so he came as fast as he could.

At this moment, Jia Liu looked at Mo Junye and Xue Qingyan's eyes, as if he wanted to eat their flesh and drink their blood.

"When will we kill your son?" Xue Qingyan was a little confused, not knowing what Jia Liu was talking about.

"My son was killed by you in Tingyue Restaurant." Jia Liu's eyes were red, his face was full of unconcealable hatred, and his appearance was a bit hideous.

Hearing Jia Liu mentioning Tingyue Restaurant, Xue Qingyan suddenly remembered that Feng Yueying had indeed killed someone there, by the way, and Mo Junye also seemed to beat that young master till he bleeds, I don't know if there was any die.

"Death is not a pity." Mo Junye said in an indifferent voice, completely ignoring Jia Liu.

Because Jia Liu's cultivation is only at the fifth-rank Holy Profound Realm, he only needs to move his fingers, and the opponent can't survive.

Moreover, Mo Junye also vaguely guessed who the son in Jia Liu's mouth was, and he probably was the trash who was beaten so badly that he bled from seven holes.

Although Mo Junye did not kill Jia Fangren on the spot, he still couldn't survive.

And Jia Fangren died after Mo Junye and Xue Qingyan left.

"I want you to pay for my son's life." Jia Liu suddenly burst out with an aura, and at the same time surrounded by profound energy, he stared at Mo Junye with a ferocious face.

Jia Liu rushed directly to Mo Junye, not intending to kill Mo Junye all at once, because he wanted to torture him to death slowly. As far as he knew, the person who actually killed his son was a A man in a black robe.

The angry Jia Liu didn't notice anything unusual about Mo Junye either.

Mo Junye curled his lips into a cold smile, his eyes were cold, without any emotion in it, and just before Jia Liu touched him, he kicked Jia Liu out.

Jia Liu's speed is fast, but Mo Junye's speed is faster than him.

Everyone who saw this scene fell silent for a moment.

Jia Liu fell to the ground, clutching his abdomen, dripping with cold sweat, looking in pain.

"The deity's life is not so easy to take." Mo Junye said with a cool expression on his face.