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

"I didn't expect the two of us to elope in the end." Feng Ye sat on a thick pine branch and looked down.

The two of them had arrived at the junction of Ruichuan and the main stream of the Nanjiang River, and the rain had lightened, only a fluffy layer.

But once you look to the south, you can see a clear cloud line on the sky, and the backlog of black ghosts gathered together and roared violently.

This is the luck that Rui Chuan stole for thousands of years, and it will be returned with the flood.

Feng Ye looked sideways, "What about those common people?"

"Jingxin sent someone to take responsibility." Mo Qingai said indifferently, "Everything has animism, and the law of heaven is different from the law of man. It is the law of man to kill people for their lives. To cut down a tree and kill the lumberjack is the law of heaven."

The man brushed the hair on Feng Ye's forehead with his fingertips, "We are all ants in the world, in the eyes of Heaven, we are no different."

There are degrees of ups and downs, Ruichuan's disaster is inevitable, and the prosperity of a thousand years will always collapse overnight.

Feng Ye groaned, staring at the torrential rain in the distance in a daze.

"Those dolls," he suddenly remembered, "who is controlling them?" Originally, after Zuo Wuyin appeared, he had doubts about them, but neither Rui Chuancheng nor the dolls had any evil aura. Mo Qingai guessed that it should be a cultivator.

Although Zuo Wuyin's collusion with Qingjun was expected, but Qingjun's half-bad level is not capable of controlling dozens of puppets and arranging such a city-sized transfer formation.

There must be someone else behind the puppet.

Whether this person participated in the conspiracy, and for what purpose, is unknown.

"Qing Jun is really a white lotus, and his heart is as long as a lotus root. He has a lot of conspiracies..." Feng Ye stretched his waist while muttering.

"Qingjun?" Mo Qingai raised her eyes, "Who is that?"

Feng Ye pursed his lips, and guiltily explained the cause and effect.

He raised his hand to emphasize, "That's what the original owner did, it's none of my business! I'm not interested in that kind of weak Bailian man at all!"

"You said you were passionate?" Mo Qingai half-closed her eyes, "With him? Have you solved it?"

A few words, originally without any emotion, but Feng Ye forcibly heard a little danger.

"No! Even if I have it, it's not with him." Feng Ye grabbed the man's wrist under Xipao, "You have to believe me, Mo Qingai, even if I have a crush on love, I should be tightly bound with you after time travel It's right to be together."

He raised the opponent's hand, rubbed his knuckles on his face, and changed the subject slightly bluntly, "By the way, I just said that the puppet is controlled by the cultivator. Do you have any ideas?"

Mo Qingai hummed: "There is someone to suspect."

"who is it?"

"...Wan Gan." Mo Qingai's brows were gloomy. In terms of seniority, Wan Gan is his uncle. Respected elder, there is really no reason to do such a shameful thing.

"Slightly irritable? Respected? Are you talking about the thick-browed old man?" Feng Ye was puzzled, "But his aggressive behavior just now was a bit abrupt."

"I haven't been out of the peak and interacted with him for many years, so I don't know how he is now." Mo Qingai replied, "But he is indeed the only one in the Jingxin sect who is proficient in the art of controlling puppet, and he has enough cultivation to deploy such a huge array."

"It's weird." Feng Ye sighed, "Anyway, no matter what, we both took the blame for the mastermind behind the scenes. I'm afraid we've already been on your blacklist in the cultivation world."

Mo Qingai touched Feng Ye's palm reassuringly, and wiped off the rain on his face.

"In this case—" Feng Ye suddenly raised his head and grabbed the man's neckline.

The moment Mo Qingai lowered his head to look at him, the young man pressed his lips upwards, leaving a resounding kiss on the thin lips of the young cultivator.

"Then kiss one, to celebrate that the two of us have officially become the duo of good and evil." Feng Ye grinned brightly and completed the last part.

Mo Qingai clasped Feng Ye's head, her warm skin pressed against his slightly cool cheek, completely covering the drizzle behind her.

Feng Ye was forced to accept it with his head up. The rain dripped from Mo Qingai's bun, then slid down from Feng Ye's eye sockets, and fell into the dimples on his lips. Some were swallowed by the tip of his tongue, and some were swallowed. along the fingers caught under the chin, making people wet.

It took a long time for Feng Ye to move his numb tongue, and said slowly, "Mo Qingai, don't you even change into new clothes when you marry a new bride?"

In the rain curtain, the bright red robe was dried and wet by spiritual power, repeated several times, sticking to the body, making it sultry and hot.

"I've run out of money." Mo Qingai's fingertips were still resting on the corner of Feng Ye's lips, a trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes.

Feng Ye was puzzled, "Huh?"

"The gold in the storage bag is used to fix the dolls, and the rest is in the inn." Peak Master Mo, who had never been short of money in Jingxin Sect for many years, rarely showed embarrassment on his face.

Feng Ye seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly smiled slyly, "I thought of an idea."

Although he is now the former Mozun, Feng Ye "resigned" because his subordinates usurped the throne after being arrested. Since Zuo Wuyin plotted against the two of them once, then he has confirmed his reputation as the bandit leader and went back to grab his position return.

With the addition of Mo Qingai, two Mahayana stages of cultivation would be enough to slaughter the Demon Cave once.

Since he was set up to be a demon king for a hundred years, this family property must not be wasted, it should be enough to support a man.

Feng Ye and Mo Qingai interlocked their fingers, "Hey, Master Mo, are you willing to go back with me to be Mrs. Yazhai?"

"Good and Evil Shuangsha" hit it off instantly, and the two went directly to a small town hundreds of miles away with their swords.

This place is called Wuling, and it is the entrance to the magic cultivator's lair.

Contrary to Mo Qingai's imagination, Lingxia Town looks extremely lively, and it is not the place where no one dies as everyone rumored.

"Mo Xiu also needs normal entertainment." Feng Ye smiled, "Otherwise it would be so boring to stay on the mountain and gather people to fight every day."

According to the information sent by 001, he pointed to the top of Wuling Mountain, "Turn over and there is an enchantment, and entering it is my boundary."

"Hey." Feng Ye raised his eyebrows, his mouth was dishonest, "Mrs. Feng, do you want to go in and take a look?"

Mo Qingai paused: "Call in?"

Feng Ye smiled and said, "Go in."

As soon as the words fell, the young man's stomach growled.

"...I'm hungry." The young Moxiu thought for two seconds at the entrance of the town, and decided to eat first.

So he took Mo Qingai's sleeve, which was half-shattered by Wan Gan, directly into a noodle shop.

He tore off the jade that came with the puppet's clothes at his waist, and bought two bowls of wontons and one roast chicken.

The owner of the store seemed to have seen a lot of strangely dressed Moxiu here, so he put down the food and left without paying any extra attention to the two scruffy men in shabby wedding robes.

Feng Ye has always been heavy-mouthed, he loves spicy and sweet, he raised his hand to add chili oil to the soup, but Mo Qingai grabbed his wrist directly.

"You have a sore throat, so you can't eat spicy food." Mo Qingai removed the oily and spicy things from the table expressionlessly, as if he was not the culprit of all this.

Feng Ye's ears turned red when he thought of the night's affair/event, he ignored Mo Qingai and buried his head to drink the soup.

Mo Qingai chuckled, and picked up the spoon, it was rare for Bigu to eat a hot meal for many years.

The shop's craftsmanship is good. They are big wontons with thin skin and tender meat. The soup base is pork tube bone soup, which is white and shiny. There are also chopped green onions and seaweed in it, which is delicious.

Mo Qingai wasn't interested in food at first, but seeing Feng Ye's cheeks reddened by the heat, she couldn't help but take two more bites.

"Madam Feng, what are you doing for your husband all the time?" Feng Ye frivolously hooked Mo Qingai's leg socket under the table with his toes, in retaliation for the teasing just now.

"Naturally, it's beautiful and delicious." Mo Qingai didn't deny it, and said fondly along Feng Ye.

There was a smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, just as he was about to stretch out his hand to touch his boyfriend a couple of times, a cold light pierced into the table in front of him, penetrating three points, if Feng Ye was slower to react, his palm would be pierced.

He frowned and tilted his head, only to see a big black-faced man with a round waist and thick shoulders was thrown to the ground by a woman three times younger than him, clutching his crotch and curling up, moaning in pain.

The woman yelled: "I'll go to your mother's Zuo Wuyin! How about you being his subordinate? I'll see one and the other!"