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

Mozun's bedroom is very big, with a small kitchen, and Huanxi was ordered to deliver the fresh ingredients purchased in the town, and then slipped away after putting them down, as if the two behind him were scourges.

Feng Ye took out a juicy apple from the bag and took a bite, leaning against the stove to watch Mo Qingai's unfamiliar cooking movements.

Mo Fengzhu has not eaten human fireworks for more than a hundred years. If he hadn't been pestered to eat what he made, he might never know how to cook for the rest of his life.

The freshly opened mandarin fish widened its cold green eyes and twitched on the chopping board. Mo Qingai held a pig iron kitchen knife in her hand, born for swords, and stared at the dead fish, not knowing what to do. Where to start.

He first used a cleansing technique to wash the fish so white that not even a trace of blood could be seen.

Feng Ye hesitated for a moment, even if it is the same soul, not every life can have good cooking skills...

He raised his hand and wanted to pat Mo Qingai on the shoulder, but forget it, it's better not to get Mo Qingmai's fingertips on this kind of mortal food.

Before he could make a move, the man in front of him was silent for a moment, the light of the knife fluttered between his fingers, and a howling cold air overflowed.

The fish on the chopping board bloomed like a Phalaenopsis orchid, and each piece was as thin as a cicada's wing, glowing with a fresh milky white halo.

"Hmm." Feng Ye closed his mouth, Mo Qingai is really a leader in the cultivation world, he can even cook with superb swordsmanship, he is worthy of being the disciple of Jingxin Sect's head who would rather let Mozun go to save him.

Relying on her exquisite sword dancing skills, Mo Qingai cleaned up the whole basket of vegetables and meat, and made three dishes and one soup according to the recipe brought by Huanxi.

Feng Ye picked up a spoon and took a tentative sip of the fish soup. He was astonished. As expected of his sweetheart, even if he was cooking for the first time, he could be so delicious.

Seeing him happy, Mo Qingai finally breathed a sigh of relief, he has never been so careful when he was promoted, as long as Feng Ye likes it.

"Just tonight, huh?" Feng Ye sipped his bitter tea to clear his mouth, and said, "We've stayed here long enough, even if Youling doesn't have Zuo Wuyin, there won't be any eyeliner of other demon cultivators. It's actually not safe, I have to get rid of your demons earlier."

The two lived in the palace for three or four days, and recovered most of their physical strength. It was time to set off to clear their grievances.

Although most of his memory has been restored, Mo Qingai's demons still remain, Feng Ye is going to solve all the hidden dangers in his body today, and then go to Zuo Wuyin and Qingjun to settle the score.

Mo Qingai nodded and said, "Just tonight."

"What are you doing?" Moxiu looked at the other party suspiciously and stood up.

"Go find the bedding." The devilish energy in Fengye's body was too gloomy and cold, even the weather in July and August couldn't withstand the coldness of his whole body, and Mo Qingai rubbed Fengye's forehead , I am afraid that the young man will freeze himself into an ice sculpture before his inner demons are eliminated.

"No, you wait." Feng Ye raised his hand to pull him, his fingers staggered, and accidentally grabbed the man's belt.

In fact, the belt belonged to Feng Ye in theory, and with a hook on his fingertips, a hidden button was broken, and the silk cloth embroidered with green mountains was directly hung on his wrist.

Take off your clothes.

Thinking of these four words, Feng Ye suddenly smiled, "Hey, Master Mo, we already have this kind of relationship, why do we have to follow the rules?"

"Huh?" Mo Qingai held the other end of the belt, and was about to put it on, but Feng Ye pulled it tight and refused to give it to him.

"Aren't I your furnace, Mo Qingai?" Feng Ye raised his evil eyes and looked at the man, his cheeks were rosy from drinking the hot soup, and his behavior was full of restrained madness, like Like drunk.

He lightly rubbed the smooth belt with his fingertips, drawing waves on the silk thread of Qingshan, wrapped it around his wrist, and pulled it.

The person at the other end of the belt was pulled over with a slight force, and the warm touch slid across his cheeks. Mo Qingai carried him into the bedroom with his clothes and put him on the bed.

The air was drier than the hot spring in Kongyingtan, and the humid water vapor enveloped Feng Ye's whole body, hot and dense.

Mo Qingai's actions were like adding a handful of firewood to boiling water, causing the ice cubes in her arms to melt into a mess.Feng Ye bit a loose one at the foot of the embroidery mountain between his teeth, and whined twice vaguely, his neck stretched out in a beautiful arc, and slowly shrunk, his fragile paleness was dyed into a piece of powder.

In the end, even the adam's apple was scalded with bright red wounds.

With tears in his eyes, Feng Ye suddenly felt that he was a bit like a fish on the chopping board in the afternoon, being rubbed and shaped into strange shapes.

"That's enough... I can't see the inner demon—" He scratched Mo Qingai's back, but his originally gentle movements left marks on his breath, and he scratched five red lines like a cat's paw.

Mo Qingai's movements paused slightly, and her originally pure-hearted black eyes sank completely, burning an inexhaustible flame.

"It's still early."

Feng Ye felt that the other party was gently touching his face, and when he thought it was finally over, the steam from the hot spring invaded again, his lips and teeth were sealed by the soft touch, and he was forced to continue to sink and float...

……

The plan was unexpectedly postponed for a few days, and at the same time, the two were also looking for Zuo Wuyin's whereabouts.

Since Rui Chuan saw the phantom of the other party last time, there has been no news, and Zhong Xue has not been in touch, as if he disappeared.

It was within the past few days that news suddenly spread from Youling that Mo Qingai Fengye was being chased and killed by the cultivation world, and only then did the demon cultivators know that His Majesty was not dead.

Feng Ye's situation is even more difficult. While being besieged by the comprehension world, he also has to face the fear of the demon world. Hearing from Huanxi, the factions that broke up and fought for power after the demon king was captured suddenly reunited, secretly discussing and following in the cultivation world Ambush Feng Ye from behind the border, completely to his death, so that he can continue to divide Feng Ye's property.

Unfortunate home.

After listening to Feng Ye, he was completely silent, and accelerated the speed at which he searched for his own wealth.

"Where do you think Zuo Wuyin should be?" Feng Ye stuffed a fist-sized merman weeping bead into Mo Qingai's storage bag, and clapped his hands, "This should be enough, at least the next time you are besieged, you won't have to worry about it." Pledge the jade pendant."

"Let me tell you." Feng Ye continued, "If you want Zuo Wuyin to avoid factional struggles in the Demon Realm and keep in touch with Qingjun, it should be in..."

He hesitated for a moment, and saw a similar answer in Mo Qingyan's eyes.

"In the Meditation School." Mo Qingai nodded, "The most dangerous place is the safest place, which can also explain why when Zuo Wuyin left in Ruichuan that day, Gu Jing and his party followed closely gone."

"It's disgusting." Feng Ye sighed, Zuo Wuyin was fine, and found a place that neither of them wanted to go back to.

The two of them were besieged by the comprehension world, and if they went back to the Jingxin faction, wouldn't they be throwing themselves into a trap?

"Going?" Feng Ye raised his head and asked Mo Qingai, who nodded.

"Go." He said, "Lingfeng recognizes the master. As long as I am not dead, Kongyingtan will never let others enter."

Mo Qingai narrowed her eyes, "I'm afraid that the realm of comprehension is now completely surrounding the Kongyingtan."

Feng Ye continued: "Does this leave a loophole for the outer barrier?"

"Yes." Mo Qingai pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly, "There will naturally be loopholes in the outer barrier, after all, I personally manipulated the barrier formation a hundred years ago."

What kind of loophole is this? It's simply that the door of my house is always open!

After the discussion between the two, they immediately rushed to the Jingxin faction with their swords.

Leaving the land with mountains, the more you go to the meditation school, the more abundant your spiritual energy will be.

In order to avoid being discovered, the two stopped a hundred miles away from the mountain gate and walked in.

Sure enough, as Mo Qingai said, the enchantment of the Meditation School is easy for him, and he can pass without disturbing anyone.

The closer you get to Kongyingtan, Mo Qingai can use Lingfeng's spiritual sense to explore the way. He swept around and said indifferently, "Several sects in the cultivation world are all surrounding Kongyingtan, and the one over there is that no flies can get in." .”

After speaking, he suddenly surrounded Feng Ye and took him a step into his arms. The figures of the two were just hidden behind the tree, tightly covered by the bushes and branches.

Two young monks wearing monk robes came from a distance, and one of them talked while walking, "The control is so strict these two days, you can't even leave the mountain gate if you have to do something important, and you have to use a spell to check your real body before you leave." .”

"I have no choice but to have a Mahayana demon and a Mahayana monk together, and the entire Three Realms will be shaken." Another person sighed, "Hey, that's Peak Master Mo, a genius monk in the ancient mirror who has never been seen before or since. ! It is said that it is the inner demon that has affected the mind and wisdom to such an extent!"

"So what about a genius? You're not a traitor!"

"Then where should we go now?" Feng Ye huddled in the man's arms, looked at him, and asked in a low voice, "The Meditation sect is under full martial law. It's okay to be in the forest, but it's hard to hide if you enter the mountain gate." gone."

"Look for Zuo Wuyin." Mo Qingai's eyes flashed, "Go look for that handsome site."