become a demon [rebirth]

Mo Zheng opened his eyes, and Dao Yaoyan was leaning against his bedside, with his chin propped up, reading the script leisurely.

He closed his eyes and sighed: "The rumors in the market can't be faked, and the Demon Lord is really moody, which makes me panic."

Being pushed into the water for no reason, strangled by the neck, being on the verge of death was indeed uncomfortable, but when he thought that even at the last moment he did not feel the killing intent, the anger at the tip of his heart dissipated. If there was no killing intent, it was just a temptation.

However, this temptation was really too much.

A dark light flashed in Mo Zheng's eyes.

"You are really boring."

Where can't you see that this person said "fear" is actually calm.This made Dao lie a little bit frustrated, he didn't expect him to yell at him as soon as he woke up, but he should be a little angry, but this person's reaction really felt boring.

He didn't notice that while he was talking, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Okay, it's time for us to go to the doctor." Dao Yanyan closed the script, and regardless of whether people agree or not, he hooked his legs, put his back behind him, and strode towards the door, weighing it as he walked. After a while, he sighed: "You are so skinny. You have no flesh, so your butt is softer. You should really take care of it."

After a moment of discomfort, Mo Zheng lay on Dao Huayan's back with peace of mind. Since someone is acting like a charioteer, why bother to refuse?As for those miscellaneous words, he said with a smile: "I am a man who is not as soft as Yingyingyanyan who surrounds the Demon Lord."

"What Yingyingyanyan? Are you talking about women?" Dao frowned arrogantly, "Women are either snakes or scorpions, or they occupy their own beauty and confuse all living beings. There are few good ones, and they have already been bullied by pigs." Cabbage became someone else's wife."

Mo Zheng was startled, and immediately asked: "I don't know where did you know?"

You must know that from the moment he met Dao Lianyan, he had never seen any woman beside him, and the beauty he met on the road was also true. He once thought that he had a hidden disease.

Dao said arrogantly and confidently: "It's the storybook and those operas. That's the case when I heard the song Huaqiangyuan the day before yesterday, let alone the storybook where those domineering gentlemen fell in love with me."

Mo Zheng suddenly smiled, and a tree of frost flowers bloomed on the branches.

He never thought that his best friend's true face would be so indescribable, that a dignified leader of the magic way would like to write a storybook, something of all kinds.

"Then, Brother Dao is really a good idea." He tried his best to calm his tone and hold back his smile.

However, Dao Yaoyan is so keenly aware of people's hearts and emotions, he didn't care and said: "Laugh if you want, even if this hobby is not on the table, who in this world can criticize me?"

Indeed, no one in this real world dares to act presumptuously in front of him, and even the Cultivator League, which covered the sky with one hand in the previous life, is no more than his enemy.And the horror of being annihilated by the Ascending Thunder Tribulation eight times without any injuries, resisting the call of the upper realm, and forcibly staying in this realm has shrouded the real realm like a dark cloud, and even, to say the least, these three words have become Taboo.

He was forever referred to as that man, the man who dared not even say his name.

It's a pity that this person has never had any image in front of him.

Thinking of this, Mo Zheng simply proposed an invitation, saying: "Brother Dao is talented, I don't mean to criticize, I just think it's interesting. I hope that Brother Dao will bring me when he goes to the theater in the future, and I will stay in this room alone It's kind of boring."

As for whether Dao's false words agreed to him, he didn't care much, the words were thrown out to ease the embarrassment.I want to say that I haven't seen anyone in the past few days, and I probably went to the theater. After all, there are still a few drama masters living in Yancheng.

He shook his head, with some emotion, he seemed to know a little less about this close friend.In his previous life, he was too obsessed with the cultivation of the immortal way, and every time he met, he would disperse because of dissatisfaction, and gradually he had less contact with each other.

Afterwards, one person ascended, the other died, and the world is impermanent, but that's all.

The Kung Fu Dao nonsense of this conversation has already traveled thousands of miles with Mo Zheng behind his back, and the scenery beside him has changed from green grass to yellow sand all over the sky, so the magic of shrinking the ground to an inch is naturally difficult for him.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring Brother Mo with me next time I go out. I also want to see how a 'noble' person like you reacts to seeing those things of the highest rank."

"Then it's Daoist Brother Lao." Mo Zheng had already noticed the change in the surrounding environment, and he didn't ask where it was.

Dao said with a smile: "Thinking about my behavior along the way, I am no different from that trafficker. Are you not afraid that I will use you to practice some evil skills?"

"Then I'm afraid I'm the most cooperative prisoner." Mo Zheng continued with his face unchanged: "What's more, I don't have anything to gain right now."

Maybe he had some use value in the past, but now, it's better to say that he was sold and paid for.

Hearing the nonsense, Dao froze for a moment, the words turned in his throat, the corners of his eyes rolled, and he said with a smile: "That's Brother Mo, you're underestimating yourself, those fellows in Hehuan Dao like you the most. It’s my husband’s turn, and there’s a saying that a concubine is interested in you, and the hibiscus tent warms up the spring night..."

He specially sang the last two sentences in opera tone, the tone is soft, mellow and lingering, it is a very perfect Wu Nong opera accent, but the content is really unsightly!

However, Mo Zheng, who was identified by him as a serious gentleman, praised indifferently: "It can be seen that Brother Dao's dramas these years have not been in vain. It is really better than blue."

"Thank you for the compliment." Dao, who was secretly generaled by Yijun, smiled and said no more, the place has arrived, "The days to come are still long, and Brother Mo has many opportunities to experience this. blue……"

We read the libretto while riding a donkey, and the rest of the words were crushed on the tip of our tongues and we didn't spit them out.

When the nonsensical words stopped, Mo Zheng could already smell the tangy fragrance of peach blossoms, the crisp sound of Lingling spring water hitting the stone slabs, and the mellow wine fragrance mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms, he couldn't help asking: "Lingxiwu ?”

In the place where they often gathered in the previous life, every pot of wine here was brewed from the rare spiritual things in this world and the fairy spring behind Taohuawu. ".The fact is indeed the case. Every pot here is brewed from the ancient wine recipe that Dao Huayan personally searched for spiritual things. The spiritual power contained in it can save the ascetics a hundred years of hard work.

Every jug of wine here is a treasure of Taoism and nonsense, and it is stingy to share half a drop with others, but back then he always drank his wine in terms of tanks.In his memory, their first meeting was here. If Dao hadn't been drunk once, he wouldn't know that it wasn't the first time they met.

Speaking of the wine here, he drank it all over in his previous life.

Wait a minute, Mo Zheng was startled, his expression was difficult to understand, and he said word by word: "The Creation Wine."

From the end of the sky to the end of the earth, it is brewed by mixing ninety-nine and 81 kinds of top-level spiritual things. It is rare for someone who is not a great creator. He remembers that he once laughed and said that he got such a pot of wine by chance, but if he didn't touch it in the slightest, he would be completely drunk. There was an autumn wind.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, he should have understood earlier——

Besides him, who else is qualified to change his fate against the sky!

Since he was reborn, he knew that his body could not cultivate Taoism at all, and the celestial posture of his previous life was naturally tricky. After thinking about it, the only tricky thing was the "disappearing" month.He thought he got some kind of chance and lost the memory of that month because of some kind of restriction, but now it seems that it is outrageously terrifying. How can there be any secret in this world that can cure the jealousy of heaven?

The cause and effect that he was thinking about was close at hand, but he missed it time and time again. If it wasn't for the lack of progress in this layer of cause and effect, he should have broken through the Ming state of mind long ago, instead of grabbing that chance until he died!

In other words, this is also the reason why the lawless Demon Venerable, who is said by everyone, will invite him to drink peach blossoms under the moon.

And the memory of the month he lost must also be written by Dao's lies, and there should be conflicts between them.And the conflict between them can't be thought of except for the limit of immortals and demons.He could almost imagine the scene at that time, Dao blatantly wanted him to cultivate demons, but he was obsessed with immortals, but Dao blatantly couldn't screw him in this kind of thing, so he deleted his memory when he couldn't get angry. Ready to meet.

It's a pity that I overestimated my heart, this is his best friend...

Mo Zheng exhaled slowly, his expression was clear, as long as there was an opportunity, he would push back everything that happened in his previous life.

"You actually know good fortune wine?" Dao Yaoyan lowered his brows, stopped in front of Lingxiwu, and asked casually. In front of him was the familiar scene of Lingxiwu, but now he felt that even the newly bloomed white buds on the branches were astonishing. With a bit of weirdness.

"In the future, I have met you." Mo Zheng pondered for a while, of course he could hear the murderous intent hidden in his words, but finally left an explanation that was close to the Arabian Nights. He didn't know if he would believe the lies, but this It was already the best answer he could give.The longer this problem drags on, the sharper it becomes like a thorn, and it hurts my heart, let alone being a close friend.

"Then what's the relationship between us in the future?" Dao asked abruptly, without saying whether he believed it or not, and then walked in quickly.

Mo Zheng looked at Dao and said nonsense, this person looked very normal, but it's a pity that after all these years, he never understood how his strange thoughts grew.

So he blinked and said without changing his face: "We are enemies, fire and water are incompatible, and we are irreconcilable."

"Oh," Dao said arrogantly and put him in the small pavilion in Lingxiwu, his eyes pierced his side fiercely like a knife, his voice was low and magnetic, and his smile was like a hook, definitely hooking people Fascinated.

He paused every word: "Unfortunately, I don't believe a single word you say, and the most unbelievable thing is that we will become enemies."

"Really? Brother Dao, don't you think I'm not worthy to be your enemy?" Mo Zheng looked in the direction of his gaze, and it went straight into his eyes.

He sat upright on the chair, with snowy cloak and black hair, his face reflected was as awe-inspiring as ice and snow, his lips were bright red, and the jade belt covered in front of his eyes became part of the scenery, like the white snow on the top of a peak that enters the clouds, the wind and the moon are shining brightly. stained with dust.With the peach blossoms like rouge clouds all over the sky in Lingxiwu, it is even more graceful.

Dao blatantly said that he likes low-level things in the world, so he naturally didn't know what kind of gorgeous poems the upper class would use to describe this kind of beauty, he just thought it was really beautiful.

So he also said what was in his heart: "You are so good-looking, how can I be willing to be an enemy with you?"

Mo Zheng: "..."

He suddenly understood why Mozun came to him back then.

The author has something to say:

Don't be against CP, the protagonist is just a teenager now, and he will get it back in the future

And they are really just a couple of good friends now, especially the real kind =w=