A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

Feng Ye didn't look very happy, his eyes lingered on the face of the sleepy Mo Qingai.

"Mo Qingai, a genius cultivator with outstanding talent and rare talent in the Jingxin sect, was originally the closed disciple of the previous head, the ancient mirror venerable who was once appointed as the head candidate." 001 began to read the background of the script, " He entered the Mahayana stage when he was weak and crowned, which is difficult for others to cultivate for a thousand years. He had a bright future and was destined to ascend to immortality, but shortly after entering the Mahayana stage, he was born with demons, and was affected by the nightmare and broke his way."

"Since then, Mo Qingai has become more withdrawn and indifferent than before. She has been living on the top of the peak all year round, not seeing guests, and even ignores the devils in Zhixia Mountain, to the point of not caring about world affairs."

"In recent days, Mo Qingai's inner demons have suddenly intensified, and the demonic energy has entered his dantian, which led to his drowsiness." 001 said, "What you have to do, Colonel, is to untie Mo Qingai's inner demons. He successfully crossed the tribulation and ascended to immortality."

Feng Ye nodded to show that he understood, this was almost the same as what the white-browed old man said just now, he needed to rely on his devilish energy to sort out the chaos in Mo Qingai's dantian.

The first thing to do is to let the man wake up first, otherwise it would be boring for such a handsome guy to stay dead.

The water droplets slipped from the broken hair on the young man's forehead, and just landed on Mo Qingai's eye sockets.

Feng Ye was dazed for a long while before remembering that he was still in a messed up state, his skills had been sealed, and he couldn't even dry his clothes.

He sighed resignedly, wiped off the water stains on the opponent's face with his fingertips, straightened up, took off his outer robe, barely wiped his long hair half dry, and leaned forward to collapse.

"Colonel, what do you want to do?" 001 said suddenly, "The alliance does not allow forced plots to appear, and you will be warned by electric current."

Feng Ye was expressionless, "Lucky, save people... What strange things have you downloaded in your database? - No matter how hungry and thirsty I am, I will never go to bed with an immobile corpse."

The young man rolled his eyes as he spoke, and sat cross-legged on both sides of the man, supporting the man's waist with his palms, and led the devilish energy to search for Mo Qingai's dantian.

He saw the man's brows furrowed slightly, as if he was also resisting the approach of strangers in his dream, Feng Ye stretched out his fingers to rub the wrinkles on his forehead, from this angle, it's still a bit awkward to see the alluring appearance. Couldn't help it, the Adam's apple couldn't help sliding, and he simply closed his eyes to dispel the heat in his heart.

The cold demonic energy overflowed from the abdomen, poured into the palm of the hand under the connection of acupuncture points and meridians, Feng Ye felt cold all over his body, unexpectedly, the magic cultivating yin and evil is not a metaphor. Once the qi gathers in the dantian, it is the same as falling into the ice cave, and what is being endured is the trouble of insanity.

It was only now that Feng Ye knew the reason why he was thrown into the rolling spring just now. If he hadn't been soaked in the Lingquan for half an hour, he would have been frozen into a lump of ice with most of his skills now sealed.

He wiped some oil on Peak Master Mo's abdominal muscles, found the position of the opponent's dantian, took advantage of the fusion of demonic energy, carefully transferred the demonic energy in his palm into the man's body, wrapped the opponent and was entangled by demons Nascent Soul.

The Demonic Venerable's demonic energy is different from the inner demons, it is controlled by him and complements each other. The demonic energy of the Mahayana stage demon practitioners can just restrain the inner demons of the Mahayana practitioners and draw them out.

Feng Ye pursed his lips, and his whole body was about to lie on Mo Qingai's body. With his eyes slightly closed, he carefully controlled the input of devil energy, and at the moment when he wrapped Yuan Ying, he quickly devoured the demons around him, forging Turn it into your own power and then slowly draw it out.

In the end, he was so cold that his teeth trembled, which would never have happened in a normal transition, but at this moment he was facing Mo Qinghai, and he didn't know what kind of terrible things the man dreamed about. The inner demon was strong and huge, and several times tried to counterattack and swallow Feng Ye.

The former Demon Venerable who had been tortured for many days was finally exhausted, his lips turned purple and white, and when the last trace of demonic energy in his body was withdrawn, his eyelashes were covered with white icicles, and his arms rested on his shoulders. The peak master took a breather for a long time.

Mo Qingai was forced to put the cold in the dantian, and it probably didn't feel good, her ink eyebrows were frowned, and a group of light-colored ripples bloomed on her forehead.

Feng Ye raised his hand to touch it, but was locked in place the next second.

Those deep pool-like pupils split the dull tranquility. If Mo Qingai looked like a painting before, then he is more like a stunning spectacle outside the Three Realms, a bit like becoming a fairy at any time .

Feng Ye's fingertips hung in the air an inch in front of the man's forehead, completely solidified into a stone statue.

He saw an obvious disgust flash across Mo Qingai's eyes, and he fell to the ground in an instant, and the other party didn't even touch him, and he rolled up the sleeves of his inner shirt obsessively and sat up.

Mo Qingai rubbed his temples, and his sluggish nerves quickly recovered. The blood in the dream dripped all over his eyes, and the man subconsciously held his hand, grabbing a piece of cold air.

The looming silhouette is cool and vague, changing into several faces indistinctly, sometimes it is a boy, sometimes it is a son, sometimes it is a young man in armor and standing on horseback.

Who is that man?Why does it always appear in his dreams frequently?

Mo Qingai never believed in the theory of past and present lives, but she could dream of the grotesque plot every day, unable to grasp it clearly, the end of the nightmare was always reduced to a lonely person, her eyes were bloodshot when she woke up, and her heart was beating. There was a hollow sound in the chest.

It took about a while before he cast his eyes on the young man in black on the ground, without any emotion in his eyes, as if all his thoughts had been emptied by the dream just now, his eyes were no different from looking at a dead person.

Feng Ye's brows twitched fiercely, he was hit on the ground and knocked on the head just now, so now his mind is still buzzing.

He looked at Mo Qingai, the corners of his lips trembled, the man's unfamiliar eyes made him feel irritable, and the tip of his tongue touched the canine teeth with blood.

Mo Qingai raised her eyelids, and said in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

He didn't wait for the young man to speak, but first he saw a pair of scarlet magic pupils.

Those eyes gouged out deeply on his face, revealing somewhat unpredictable emotions.

"Your savior." Feng Ye almost squeezed out the words from his throat.

Even though he knew that the same soul would not have any past memories, his heart was still full of panic, so that the cruel words were tinged with grievances, which made the normally indifferent Peak Master Mo look at him twice .

"Arnuo." Mo Qingai summoned the boy guarding the gate of the courtyard with summoning skills, and asked him, "What's going on?"

A Nuo looked at the monster lying under the bed of the peak master, with only a wet underwear all over his body, his young heart always faintly felt that something was wrong, pouted his lips in a serious manner and gave Feng Ye a warning warning.

"Reporting to Peak Master, this is the demon leader who descended on Zhixia Mountain the day before yesterday. The head master saw that he could cure your demons, so he asked him to atone for your sins and attract demons for you." Xiao Sunbao reported in a childish voice. , "The child's skill is not good, the master asked me to wait outside the courtyard, and I will not come in until you call me when you are well."

Mo Qingai's expression was even colder, without any false words, "I don't need this kind of thing."

Feng Ye raised his head suddenly when he heard the words, not knowing when he became the existence of "this kind of thing" again.

Maybe his eyes were too hot, Mo Qingai looked down at him, and suddenly paused after seeing the young man's frown.

He twisted the air on his fingertips, and nodded under A Nuo's embarrassed expression, "Brother, you can keep it if you want, but let him go out and not come into my room."

Just as A Nuo was about to respond, Feng Ye snorted a sneer, the restriction was lifted, he got up from the ground, looked down at the man sitting on the bed, with a sullen voice——

"It's not unusual for you not to let me in."

The dark and cold demonic energy just now turned into a hot anger and penetrated into Feng Ye's Tianling Gai. He left the door behind him, and the pear wood door panel was knocked loudly.

"Peak... Peak Lord?"

Mo Qingai's eyes fell on the shattered window for a moment, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

Just when Arnold was about to step back, he suddenly spoke.

"Let senior brother take that Demon Cultivator down, and punish him according to the punishment, I don't need this kind of method to kill him."

A Nuo's whole body froze, seeing that his round eyes were about to soak in water, Mo Qingai waved his white sleeves and moved the person away.

He just got up from the couch when he suddenly found two wet handprints on his stomach, which made the silk lining a little blue.

The coldness that had been lingering in the dantian for many days also eased, and the Nascent Soul fell asleep quietly in the belly, as if it had just been comforted.

Suddenly the red eyes of the evildoer were reflected in front of the man's eyes, he shook his head tightly, and he still laughed at himself when he put on the robe, no matter how the man's eyes in the dream were also black, he was really bewitched. Do you feel similar?