Lord Mojun is almost pissed off every day

When Lord Mojun was thinking about how to fix the Netherworld, Xie Nan, who was unwilling to be lonely, came to him suddenly and stood there for a long time without moving. Lord Demon Lord was flustered by his inexplicable eyes: "If you have something to say, just say it."

Xie Nan was a little embarrassed: "Find me something to do, isn't the deserted busy now? Need help, I can help you."

Lord Mojun frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple, Xie Nan just came to join in the fun these days, and went to the West Corridor with the caravan before.Lord Mojun originally thought he was looking for a chance to go back, but Xie Nan came back after wandering around.

Lord Mojun couldn't understand what he was thinking. After thinking about it, he thought of the maid telling the flower cutter that Xie Nan hadn't paid the money according to the order in the garden, and suddenly felt blessed: "Are you out of money?"

Xie Nan: "..."

He was silent for a while, and finally gritted his teeth: "Yes."

Lord Mojun blinked, Xie Nan stood to the side looking at the ground unwilling to speak with a face full of humiliation.

That's right, Xie Nan's many things before were taken by him.

Lord Mojun originally just wanted to tease Xie Nan, but he didn't expect the maid to be so honest, she asked for money every day, she didn't take anyone behind, she was quite responsible.

Lord Mojun thought for a while, even though Xie Nan asked for the list, Xie Nan didn't quite understand what he wanted, but he obediently handed it over, and explained: "It's not that I don't have money, it's that you are too dark-hearted. Where can I get so much money? Turn it down a bit..."

Xie Nan watched speechlessly as Lord Mojun exchanged all the things he handed in these days, and returned all the things he took from his Qiankun bag before.

Xie Nan's hand holding the Qiankun bag trembled slightly: "Why do you...?"

Lord Mojun clapped his hands: "I was teasing you before, so I gave it back to you."

Xie Nan was silent and handed back the Qiankun bag: "No, what I give you is yours. After all, I am an older brother, and it is right to support a younger brother."

Lord Mojun looked at him seriously: "You have a problem with your brain? Do you still treat you as my brother?"

Xie Nan: "..."

He was so angry: "This is my excuse! Don't you understand?!"

Only then did Lord Mojun smile a little: "I don't like those things of yours either, just put them in your own place. I know you are worried that I will try to stir up disputes in the barren land, and I will generously let you After staying for so long, you should go back."

Xie Nan didn't expect Lord Mojun to know everything. He came to the barren land because he was really worried that Xie Yao would follow the path of his previous life, be hunted down by the Central Plains again, and eventually perish.

To be honest, Xie Nan didn't know whether he wanted Xie Yao to die or not. He felt that he should hate Xie Yao, but after one life passed, he couldn't bring it back, and his only relative was his enemy Xie Yao.

Does Xie Yao deserve to die, or not?

Xie Nan looked at Lord Mojun, who was drinking tea lazily with his head down. Now Xie Yao had lost the restraint and courtesy of the past. He used to always sit upright, and there was no smile on his face. All serious.

Even when he saw him come back and the compliments from the people around him, Xie Yao just nodded calmly, took his beloved spirit sword and walked slowly to the next street to find Shen Huai to practice the sword and study.

But now the Lord Mojun would lazily lean on the chair, would mercilessly annoy him to the point of being speechless, and sometimes had a bit of a bad taste, which was so different from Xie Yao back then.

Xie Nan looked at this strange younger brother in a little confusion. Did Xie Yao change, or did he never know Xie Yao?

He heard Lord Mojun slowly say: "Xie Nan, you should have the ability to judge for yourself."

Lord Mojun planned to borrow the power of the ghost king after he had handled the matter almost. Only with the approval of the ghost king could he borrow the power of the ghost king. But before he was too busy with things, and the other was old wounds.

If he was in his heyday, he would not pay attention to the backlash by borrowing the power of a ghost king, but when he was young and frivolous, he always didn't care about his old injuries, thinking that it was just a knife, and it was no big deal, so he just let it go. When he found himself held back by an old wound for hundreds of years, it couldn't heal anymore.

Lord Mojun can only sigh leisurely, this is probably the price of growth.

Now he has nothing to do, even if he rests for a few days due to the backlash of the ghost king's power, it will not delay anything, the Lord Demon Lord is thinking of coming to the Netherworld.

All the ghosts in the Nether Realm knew the news, and watched curiously the Lord Demon Lord standing in the center of the main hall. The Lord Demon Lord smiled and drew out his knife, black mist slowly gushed out all around, and all the ghosts huddled in the corner, approaching Feel the spiritual power of the wild lord who is in conflict with the ghost king from a distance.

The spiritual powers of the ghost king and the barbarian lord belong to the same family, even if they are mutually restrained, they are the same tyrannical black mist, one is just a hidden fire, and the other is cold and cold. It suddenly became cold, and the cold black mist circled the hall before finding these dark ghosts, and they jumped on them happily.

The black mist enveloped this group of black groups, and gradually expanded its territory. The entire hall was covered by the black mist, and then expanded outward, gradually reaching the inner city, continuing to extend outward to the outer city, and finally covering the entire Netherworld.

In the black mist, Lord Demon Lord silently wiped the blood on his wrist, blood in his chest churned, Lord Demon Lord clenched his teeth, held back the fishy sweetness in his throat, and controlled the black mist without saying a word to cover the Netherworld Strictly.

All the ghosts in the city stopped and squatted obediently in the corner, allowing the spiritual power of the underworld to fill their dark bodies. The black mist stopped moving when they were wrapped into a cocoon, and the ghosts waited obediently, waiting Seeing that he has a body and a new life.

I don't know how long it took before the most powerful lineage of evil spirits escaped from the cocoon first, and the power of the ghost king restored them to their appearance in life. Nether is waiting for the coming of reincarnation, death is not as good as life, all memories will disappear, and becoming a conscious ghost is like being born again.

They stepped out of the room and looked quietly at the Netherworld that was still shrouded in black mist. Watching the black mist subside little by little, the dilapidated houses regained their color, with white walls and blue tiles, and green tiles flying in the distance. In the gorgeous pavilion hall, the former companion has taken shape, squatting in front of the door, staring blankly at his hands, and staring blankly at the real Netherworld in front of him.

People have myriad phases, and so do ghosts.

All kinds of things in the human world are presented in the nether world. The good and bad of human beings and the good and evil of ghosts all have something in common.

But Lord Mojun found that things were not simple, he frowned, and looked at these ghosts who couldn't take care of themselves: "You can't walk???" Then what is he doing so desperately? ? ?

All the ghosts nestled in the corner bitterly: "Evil ghosts will...we still need, need to exercise..."

Lord Demon Monarch: "..."

All the ghosts comforted him: "It doesn't matter, when we meet, we must finish all the things the adults want!"

Lord Mojun sighed: "That's fine, but your money is gone."

All the ghosts: "!!!" Black-hearted contractor! ! !

Lord Mojun forced himself to go back and couldn't help but half kneeled on the ground and vomited blood, and then endured the discomfort to bandage the wound on his left wrist. Because of a large amount of overdrawn spiritual power and the backlash of blood, Lord Mojun didn't have time to react to the situation in his room. There is only one person sitting.

After Xie Nan hesitantly made a sound, Lord Mojun opened his eyes instantly, and directly hit him with spiritual power, and then put a long knife on his neck.

If Xie Nan wasn't threatened, he would definitely applaud Lord Mojun: "...Xie Yao, it's me."

The dazed Lord Mojun reacted for a while, and poked Xie Nan lightly with the knife. Seeing that he did not respond, he slowly retracted the knife, and then said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing here?"

Xie Nan hesitated and said: "...I just want to tell you that I still don't intend to leave..." He looked at Lord Mojun's wrist: "It's bleeding."

Xie Nan paused for a moment before tentatively asking: "Shall I bandage you?"

Lord Mojun came back to his senses, first hummed lightly, and then refused: "No need."

Xie Nan's hand was enough to reach Lord Mojun's left wrist, and he stopped when he heard this: "Why don't you use it?"

In the dark room, he heard Lord Demon Lord glance at him coldly. At this moment, Lord Demon Lord, who was obviously exhausted, was more indifferent and vigilant than before, with ridicule and alienation in his eyes.

The originally peaceful Lord Demon Monarch seemed to be an illusion.

Through Xie Nan, he heard Lord Demon Lord push him, and a cold and tired voice sounded beside his ears: "I can't trust you."

I can't trust anyone in the Xie family.

Only now did Xie Nan understand that he had always thought that he wanted to forgive Xie Yao, and to entangle Xie Yao's life and death, but he never thought that even Xie Yao, who had avenged his revenge, did not let go of his hatred at all.

They just hated each other.

Xie Yao is no longer simply disgusted, even after so many years, facing the only Xie Nan who has never hurt or ignored him, Xie Yao still doesn't trust him at all.

This conflict originated from the Xie family, and then appeared on Xie Nan.

But Xie Nan still didn't want to leave. He didn't know why, and he didn't want to get to the bottom of it. He just felt that his previous life in the Central Plains was all about chasing and killing Xie Yao. Now that Xie Yao was in front of him, he shouldn't guard him. Xie Yao?

Just take it... to prevent him from going out and harming people.

The next day, when he saw Lord Mojun with a pale face, he still greeted him casually: "Is the injury better?"

Lord Mojun, who was holding the book, looked up at him immediately, his eyes were full of vigilance and indifference, he slowly turned a page, and then hummed, but the maid beside him was startled.

"My lord? Are you injured? Where is it? Do you want to take medicine? I'll call you a doctor? Is it convenient for you to take medicine yourself?..."

Lord Demon Monarch: "..."

Lord Mojun, who was originally cold and elegant, was completely defeated by the maid's chatter. He raised his forehead and said, "I'm fine."

The maid looked disapproving: "There must be something wrong with that!"

Lord Mojun: "..." It's really hard to talk to this maid.

Xie Nan suppressed a smile and coughed a few times, and asked Lord Mojun with his indifferent eyes: "Um... is there anything I can help with?" Breaking into the enemy's interior and obtaining information is really a perfect plan.

Xie Nan silently applauded himself.

Lord Mojun narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and suddenly laughed: "It really is."

Xie Nan: "..." There is an ominous premonition.

Xie Nan, who was pulled to be a test subject in the secret realm, looked at all kinds of dangerous spirit beasts and all kinds of evil spirits in front of him: "..." I'm really... blind.

The indifferent and ruthless contractor, Lord Mojun: Revenge