Fast Transmigration Soul Stitching

Shen Molu lay on Xian's back, and quietly circulated his spiritual power on his fingertips. A trace of spiritual energy floated out, swirled around his fingertips, and drifted towards the direction of Wangcheng.

Shen Molu straightened up and looked up, more and more sure of that idea, but he was a little more vigilant in his heart.

He hasn't visited Wangcheng yet, so he can't make a conclusion whether it's the magic weapon or the formation that gathers the spiritual energy.But in such a remote mountain forest, spiritual energy can be sucked away, it's not a trivial matter.

Generally speaking, in Tai Cang, each sect will have a gathering place for their genius disciples to provide a higher level of cultivation.However, in this small world where spiritual power is not abundant, taking away the evenly distributed spiritual energy will only lead to deterioration of the environment.Without the suppression of the mountain spirits, some ferocious beasts would become presumptuous.

Shen Molu decided to leave here immediately. Last night, it was because of his spiritual pressure that the beasts retreated. If his own spiritual energy was taken away, it would be too dangerous to stay in the forest.

Although Xian asked Shen Molu to follow him in name, he was actually listening to Shen Molu's instructions.

If you want to leave far away, then go.

He will do whatever he says.

Shen Molu took out a few sets of very simple clothes from the ring, and the two of them took care of them briefly. Xian watched Shen Molu take out things out of thin air, his pupils shrank, but he was calm.

Shen Molu coaxed: "I'll tell you about this later, okay?"

Xian hummed, in fact, he was just curious, anyway, everyone is his, and he doesn't avoid him, which shows that Yuanyuan trusts himself very much.The thoughts that popped up in his mind for no reason made him feel ridiculous, trust?For such intangible things, it is more reassuring to be able to grasp them.

Shen Molu decided to follow the stream downstream, settle in a smaller town, and then fabricate an identity.

Only with an identity can he enter the royal city to inquire about news.

In the past three years, the Kingdom of Fuluoting has suddenly become stronger, and the people all believe in a mysterious bishop.

It is said that the bishop is a real fairy. He came to the royal city three years ago and brought a fairy with him, so that the third prince, who was still inconspicuous back then, became the most respected status in the whole of Floratin except the bishop.

That is the master of a country.

And the third prince was also grateful for the help of the immortal, and named him the archbishop, and lived in the palace and temple, and no one else was allowed to enter.

Shen Molu led Xian along the way, and you could hear discussions about the mysterious bishop everywhere in the downtown area. When the spread of such information was not developed, the hard-working people could only use some hearsay news to pass the barren spiritual world.

What's more, the archbishop has never shown his face in front of the people, and even during the national celebration, he only read a prayer in the heavily guarded tower.

They couldn't understand the prayer, but it didn't prevent them from seeing the miracle. Even though the king had issued an order not to discuss it casually, with the word of mouth of the people, now even people in this small town can say something casually.

There is a saying that if you cover up, it will arouse other people's interest even more.

With God's help, the king of Fuluoting laid down a large area of ​​land without any effort. Now he is a little slack. Looking at the simple map, he found that the territory of the kingdom has expanded several times, and some other sesame-sized countries are also competing. He expressed his willingness to be a vassal to Floratin, so the king began to have fun under the bishop's intentional guidance.

That is the Dance of the Beasts of the Colosseum.

Shen Molu and Xian were dressed in strange clothes and did not cause much commotion.In the past few years, there have been envoys arriving at the royal city, passing through large and small towns on the way, and the people are not surprised.

The weather in Fuluoting is very hot, and the pedestrians who can be seen on the road are showing half of their arms.Shen Molu and Xian wore cool clothes, but they were wrapped tightly. Shen Molu was okay, but Xian was not. He still had the brand of slavery on his body, which was very eye-catching on the back of his neck.

I found a small shop, went out for a few more rounds, and bought some local clothes.When he went back, the shopkeeper asked Shen Molu if he wanted to help arrange his slaves. Shen Molu looked at Xian behind him suspiciously, only to find that the person behind him had followed him for a day with that mark on him. His slave was gone.

"No need." He didn't think that the boss would arrange a good place for the slave. Most likely it would be a woodshed or a stable. "He sleeps on the floor."

Shen Molu expressed that he would keep an eye on his slaves at all times. The boss rubbed his hands, glanced upstairs in a hurry, and immediately stammered, "The young master of the Antalya family said that he chose a good slave for you. Room, do you think you can move there now?"

Shen Molu glanced up, and sure enough, he saw a man in aristocratic clothes on the second floor. He looked young and coquettish, and he looked like he was often looking for little girls.

"No, it's just that room. You don't need to bother me without orders." Shen Molu looked back coldly, went straight upstairs, and returned to the room from the other side of the road.

The aristocratic son stared at Shen Molu with a determined gaze. He had prepared the most gorgeous room here for the little beauty, and it was impossible for ordinary people to use it, let alone an outsider from a small country.Unexpectedly, Shen Molu wouldn't dump him, and didn't even give him a look. Instead, it was the slave's gaze that made him feel uncomfortable.

It didn't matter, his father was the earl, and the little beauty would look better at the ball with gorgeous gowns and accessories.At that time, the slave can add a touch of red to the combination of the two of them in the Colosseum.

Antalya Will brushed her blond hair together, her blue eyes showed a dangerous signal, the little beauty needs a little time.

However, don't let him down...

Shen Molu went back to his room, spread out the map of the royal city he had bought, and checked the route carefully, and Xian was silent behind him.

It looks good from a distance, but it was accidentally seen by others.

That person's eyes are disgusting, and I really want to dig it out.

far from his...

is his……

Shen Molu didn't know that Xian had some dangerous ideas. He was thinking of creating a more credible identity for himself. Kingdom envoys were unreliable, and their rank was relatively low. He might as well be a magic stick.

After making up his mind, he laid out all the things that could be used in the ring, so as to avoid the embarrassment that the ring would become an ordinary decoration after the aura was exhausted.

The rings are all the standard equipment of the Kunlun station, except for basic talismans, lighting beads, clothes and quilts, pots and pans... there is nothing else.Well, it’s all daily necessities, probably because Kunlun Station is still under construction and has no money.

Shen Molu originally thought that he would not be able to stay in this small town for long, and he would be able to go to the royal city after checking the situation. In the end, he ran into a nobleman. Shen Molu was not interested in exploring it.

But Shen Molu took a few more glances, he thought the little nobleman was quite interesting.

What is more troublesome now is Xian's identity, the brand on the back of his neck has to find a way to get rid of it.

Although there is a panacea, but I don't have it in hand, and I don't expect Xian to grow long hair overnight, Shen Molu's original idea of ​​pretending to be a businessman with Xian is also in vain, so I can only let him honestly stand behind him Be a coolie slave.

In the transit station, not only the Kunlun station, but the five major cities maintain the principle of non-interference and non-help to the small world.According to the initial investigation data at Kunlun Station, Fuluoting is an ordinary royal slave society. Unexpectedly, a case of disappearance occurred during the second on-site inspection of the pioneers.

When Shen Molu set foot on this land, what surprised him the most was that suddenly there was a bishop and immortal.

The establishment of the five major stations is only to plan the small world. The real big world is so vast that it is beyond the reach of human beings.When the powerhouses of the big world go through the catastrophe, there will always be some who will accidentally break through the space, be involved in it, and reach unknown places.And the establishment of the transfer station also prevents some people with unhealthy minds from intentionally going to remote small worlds to control one side of the world.

In short, the world is yours, not yours.

Shen Molu saved a little spiritual power, and when he was about to arrive at the royal city, he simply used his spiritual sense to roughly detect the distribution of the route. He was concentrating on thinking about the problem, and suddenly hugged him from behind with his hands.

Shen Molu put down his pen, only to realize that he had ignored Xian behind him after entering the door. This guy hadn't even changed out of his beggar outfit.

He turned around, Xianzheng looked at him seriously, and said, "That man, kill him."

"Who?"

"The one upstairs."

Shen Molu looked up at him, didn't answer, asked him to stretch out his hand, and showed him a set of clothes on the table: "Take off your clothes, how about wearing this?"

Xian hummed: "Okay."

"killed?"

Shen Molu's eyes twitched: "Oh, the other person didn't have any malicious intentions, it's just that they are stupid, and they used a stupid method."

"do not kill?"

"Ok!"

Xian used to be a hunter, running in the mountains and training a good figure, he took off all the clothes without any hesitation, and the whole person was displayed in front of Shen Molu.

Shen Molu was stunned, admiring Xian's perfect figure, even that part was a familiar size, he threw the clothes over: "Put it on yourself."

"No."

It was rare for Xian to refute, and hugged Shen Molu to the bed, and made him dizzy before the person in his arms beat him up.

Walking along the street, he couldn't bear to take his eyes off the person in front of him, and he didn't want others to look at him.But he hasn't forgotten the brand on the back of his neck, groveling along the way, pretending to be just a lowly slave.

In addition to being cruel to slaves and low-class people, Floatin also looked down on outsiders. They had strong soldiers, a large number of slaves that could be traded easily, and bishops and immortals. They were naturally superior.

Take the nobleman just now as an example, he didn't take Shen Molu away by forceful means, he just thought that his charm was enough to deal with a beauty from a small place, and he enjoyed the little bit of playing hard to get.

Xian has always thought so.

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17: You think too much, that's a bastard.