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

It wasn't until the two of them left the backyard full of puppet figures that Feng Ye relaxed from his creepy tension.

Holding the gold ingot, Xiao Wang happily sent off the two big customers.

Feng Ye turned his head, just in time to see the young man biting a mouthful of gold with his teeth in a slightly lewd manner.

"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a guy who can carve that kind of exquisite doll." Moxiu sighed, feeling a little bit sorry for the gold thrown by Mo Qingai.

"It's a ghost if he can do it." Mo Qingai replied lightly, "The so-called high-class puppets are not only high-class."

Feng Ye looked up at him, he only sensed a strong Yin Qi in the courtyard, but the puppets were originally Yin, and so many puppets blurred his perception.

"There is spiritual energy on the puppet." Mo Qingai said, "the spiritual energy of Yin is gathered." It is precisely because of the suppression of evil spirits that the spiritual energy appears weak, and it is not surprising that the demon cultivator can't detect it.

Reiki?

Adding aura to dead objects is the scope of the cultivation world.

But the profiteer surnamed Wang looks like a mortal with undeveloped spiritual wisdom, and it is evil to be able to make this kind of thing.

If someone else made the puppet and sent an insignificant person as a cover, I'm afraid it would not be a fair thing.

Then the evil things that the ancient mirror spread probably have nothing to do with this, maybe the source of the disappearance of the disciple of the Meditation School is also here.

"No wonder you are so careful, Mo Fengzhu. You didn't want to startle the snake." Feng Ye underestimated, "I thought you really planned to marry me..."

Mo Qingai lowered her eyes, just in time to see a few strands of messy hair on Feng Ye's hair bundle. This Moxiu seemed to have never been self-reliant, his clothes were wrapped backwards, and his hair was messed up.

He also thought of the other party's unscrupulous madness last night. I am afraid that the Demon Lord has always been served by others, and there are many lovers under his subordinates who have developed such a temper——

"Hey, Mo Fengzhu, you don't really want to use that kind of marriage, do you?" Feng Ye turned his head and saw Mo Qingai's face was cold, and the newly added blackening value bar suddenly moved, +1 .

Why did this suddenly change?The young man stared into the man's eyes, not understanding what he had done just now, which made the cold and exiled immortal in the comprehension world black for a while.

"Of course not."

Mo Qingai's tone was calm, "It's not a puppet marriage, it's me and you."

Feng Ye froze, tugged on the other party's sleeve in disbelief, and asked quite sincerely, "Did you get stimulated by something?"

The satin slipped from his palm, and Mo Qingai could clearly hear a chuckle as he passed by him.

Blackening value +5.

"So what exactly did I do last night?" Feng Ye's memory stopped at the moment when he seemed to be about to freeze to death, and he had no memory of the rest at all.

001 silently recalled the video from last night, and played it again in Fengye Spiritual Realm at high speed.

"..." Now he knew.

Feng Ye paused, he never thought that he would still have the energy to forcefully kiss someone when he was in such pain... So the stimulation Mo Fengzhu, who had been clean for a hundred years, was really quite agitated.

It's a pity that I can't remember what it was like to kiss those thin lips, Colonel Feng felt a little regretful.

It was already noon when the two walked back to the inn from the south of the city, Feng Ye pestered Master Mo to treat the guests to dinner, so he had no choice but to follow him to order food.

Mo Qingai has been big away for many years, only watching Feng Ye eat, "On the day of Qiqiao Festival..."

"Get married, I know." Feng Ye swallowed a piece of pork ribs.

"You get on the sedan instead of the puppet." Mo Qingai paused, "The puppet looks like a real person from a distance, so it can be used for investigation."

"Hey, I thought you really wanted to marry me, so it was for investigation." Feng Ye raised his eyes to look at Mo Qingai, and sure enough, he saw Peak Master Mo's unnatural expression.

Mo Qingai ignored Feng Ye's bad words, "Remember to lighten the weight when you get on the sedan chair, otherwise you will be noticed—"

"No, Mo Qingai, why should I get on the sedan chair?" Under the table, Feng Ye kicked him lightly, "You should be the bride."

"You can move around in the sedan chair." The man said, "The groom's puppet must not move or blink when driving outside. Are you sure you can do it?"

"I can't do it." Feng Ye accepted this identity frankly, "However, even if it's a fake marriage, I will suffer a lot. Master Mo Feng, you must not be responsible for me."

Feng Ye watched as Mo Qingai's fierce eyebrows suddenly frowned, and then slowly parted. He silently lowered his head to eat, thinking that next time he should stop molesting the upright Feng Master Mo like this, as he was very suspicious of bullying an honest person.

"Ah."

Feng Ye suddenly raised his eyes, the man's perfectly shaped thin lips quietly opened his mouth, and said, "Yes."

Colonel Feng, who had already planned a ten-year strategy plan in his heart, had no intention of doing it. He was tied down to do a mission to get a boyfriend, which is really bloody money.

Before going to bed at night, Feng Ye consciously climbed onto the bed, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Mo Qingai.

Originally thought that after being possessed last night, he would not be tortured again this month, but fate ran counter to Fengye's hope.

He woke up in the middle of the night to drink water, just as his left foot stepped over Mo Qingmai, the next second he was pulled off vigorously.

A pair of dark eyes stared at him in the night, and the eyelashes seemed to be frosted by the moonlight.

Feng Ye almost thought that Mo Qingai was possessed by a ghost and suddenly became so enthusiastic, then he raised his hand and touched his forehead suspiciously, wiping the cold sweat off his hand.

Dantian.

Moxiu's face changed suddenly, and he broke free a few times, but he didn't pull his arm out of the opponent's hand, so he sat awkwardly on his lap, touching his abdomen with the other hand.

Sure enough, a turbid mist filled Mo Qingmai's dantian, so dense that it almost turned into a liquid and dripped down. The inner demon quickly wrapped the Nascent Soul, ready to move several times, but flinched in front of the powerful spiritual power.

This demonic energy seemed to be even more serious than last time.

Feng Ye sighed resignedly, and transmitted the demonic energy from his abdomen to the palm of his hand through the tendons, and slowly sent it in against Mo Qingai's dantian.

The dark red magic mist sharply sliced ​​through the black inner demon, forming a protective shield around the Nascent Soul.

Feng Ye was not feeling well at this time, the coldness of the extradition demonic energy was almost the same as yesterday's enchantment, he hurriedly covered himself with the quilt, and rubbed his whole body against Mo Qingai's body to absorb the heat.

This step requires full concentration. He endured the chill, and his consciousness turned into demonic energy to wander in the man's dantian, splitting those inner demons, and then doubly eroded them with demonic energy, turning the black mist into his own red.

It wasn't until the dawn of Yinshi that Feng Ye collapsed on the man's body exhausted. His hair was so cold that it was frosted, and it only melted against the other's skin as if it was revived.

Feng Ye felt that Mo Qingai seemed to move, and finally let go of his arm.

Then he was hugged tightly, his hands hurting from strangulation.

"Fengye..." A hoarse voice sounded above his head, "I remember...have we met before?"

Suddenly, the ear-piercing siren tore through Feng Ye's spiritual domain, as if he hadn't heard it, he just stared at those dark and painful eyes motionlessly, and kissed them fiercely.

"We've seen it before—" A fishy-sweet taste filled his mouth, and the young man lay in the man's arms, biting the hot tip of his tongue, "So don't forget me next time."

Feng Ye's fingertips rested on the man's temples, rubbing them gently, "Wait for me to come back, Mo Qingai."

[Drip, the emergency escape was successful! 】