Fantasy: My green plum is actually the heroine

When Fan Yunmo woke up from the coma, he looked at the strange environment in front of him, and he had a vague premonition in his heart, and he knew who was taken away without thinking.

Moreover, he was lying on the bed, his legs and hands were plastered with many similar talismans, dense, cumbersome and complex lines, layer by layer, and it was extremely difficult to move.

From the perspective of a true cultivator, Fan Yunmo at this moment was like a prisoner in chains, with no power to resist, and could only be slaughtered by others.

Fan Yunmo glanced around.

It was a low bungalow with humble furnishings consisting of a wooden bed and a few tables and chairs, with some rudimentary fabric on the bed that served as bedding.

The sunlight pouring in from the hollow window just shines on the furnishings in the house, and the dappled light reflects the furnishings in the house more and more clearly, which is obviously simple and simple, but unexpectedly makes this place look particularly warm.

Fan Yunmo could also feel that the spiritual energy in the sea of knowledge had not dissipated, indicating that Sister Xueli did not abolish her cultivation, but chose to suppress herself temporarily with a talisman.

Thinking that Yan Xueli had gone out to practice so hard, actually caught up with him all of a sudden, and even collected a large amount of demon blood to draw the 'Four Seasons Law Array', forced him to use the hole card given by the master, he felt bitter.

Of course, Fan Yunmo can clearly take pills to supplement, but unfortunately Yan Xueli does not allow him to do this, and from the time the sky falls, Fan Yunmo can see Yan Xueli wielding the soul killing gun.

Although the cold light was blocked by the mortal mother, it also restricted his actions and failed to take the elixir, you must know that the soul killing gun is an artifact, and the breath alone can completely suppress him who has lost his aura.

"Mother..." Fan

Yunmo's dry throat was difficult to pronounce, unnaturally touched the throat, did not expect that even here there was a talisman sticker?!

He wanted to summon Fan Niang to ask one or two, and soon Fan Niang appeared with a sad face, looked at him and sighed: "Mo'er, I know what you want to ask." Who would have thought that the daughter-in-law would be so crazy.

"What happened after I lost consciousness?"

"You go out and take a look, you'll know."

At this time, Fan Yunmo suddenly remembered something, glanced at the room, and asked, "Mom, what about the little fox?"

"I went out with my daughter-in-law."

Fan Niang was relieved to see that he was fine.

If Fan Yunmo has any three lengths and two shorts, she doesn't care if it is her daughter-in-law, she only knows that if Mo'er dies, she will follow Mo'er to the funeral!

But martyrdom together may be exactly what she wants.

Fan Yunmo trembled and got up from the bed, just about to put on his shoes, and looked down to see that his boots that were originally delicately embroidered with gold thread had now turned into swarthy cloth shoes, and there were mottled blood stains on the sides.

Only then did he realize that even his clothes had changed.

"Sister Xue Li, what game are you going to play?"

Fan Yunmo frowned, got up from the bed, and moved towards the door with difficulty, walking extremely hard step by step, and his handsome face was as white as paper.

When Fan Yunmo pushed open the door, the sunlight poured in, dazzling and scorching, making people unable to open their eyes, he subconsciously blocked his eyes with his sleeve, squinted, and adapted to the light before gradually recovering.

As a result, he just took a step forward and almost tripped over the threshold.

Staggering a few steps, after he had stabilized his footsteps, he raised his head and was greeted by a simple courtyard, a fence made of bamboo and wood.

A dead tree next to the entrance of the courtyard looked bleak and lonely.

Lonely and desolate, as if forgotten.

There is also a wind lantern hanging from the branch, and the swaying wind lantern emits an orange candle fire, which seems to decorate the courtyard as if it were a quiet night.

The swing swaying gently in the wind, from time to time there is a 'squeaking' friction sound.

Fan Yunmo was stunned, where is this?

In my memory, I did not reach such a place.

So he was really abducted by Yan Xueli?

Fan Yunmo took a closer look and found that there was more than one family here, and there were several households, most of which were identical buildings, like ordinary villages, but more exquisite than ordinary villages.

And people here rarely seem to go out, looking calm and indifferent.

"Yay! Kid, are you awake? An

old woman next door saw Fan Yunmo coming out of the house, greeted with a smile, and held a stick, kind and kind.

Fan Yunmo smiled politely, and then looked around suspiciously.

"Do you want to know what this place is?" Seeing the doubts shown by Fan Yunmo, the old woman replied, "This is our Nanshan Village."

He just wanted to open his mouth to ask, but suddenly the talisman lines in his throat were slightly clear, and there was a sharp pain, so painful that his forehead sweated, and he couldn't say a word, at most he could only make a hoarse voice.

Seeing this, the old woman said with a guilty face: "This... It is the mother-in-law who is confused, forgetting that you can't speak, obviously so young, but fate is so unfair, it's really a creation and deception. When

Fan Yunmo heard the old woman's words, the corners of his mouth twitched.

How could he not speak, he was simply a ghost of Fu Qiu.

But obviously he can still talk in the house.

"Our village is so remote that few people want to come." The old woman continued: "Our Nanshan Village, ah, is a small village in this area, the population is not large, there are more than twenty people, but we have spiritual energy here, and the speed of cultivation is faster than other villages, and every month several geniuses close to the big demon will come to the town to preach and receive karma..." After

listening to the old woman's words, Fan Yunmo knew that he had not left the demon world, and at the same time knew that more than twenty miles away from this village, there was a city called Cloud Demon City.

There are several large mountains rolling near Cloud Demon City, and there are countless demon beasts on each mountain, and it is said that Cloud Demon City gathers the supreme geniuses of the entire Northern Wilderness, including countless great demons.

For a long time, Fan Yunmo pointed to the talisman at his throat, but the old woman couldn't see it, and thought that Fan Yunmo was thirsty, and shouted: "Lan'er, quickly pour a bowl of water out and give it to the brother next door." Lan'er

, a young boy of about seven or eight years old, heard his grandmother's order, and immediately came out with a porcelain cup containing half a cup of water and handed it to Fan Yunmo: "Brother, you drink water." "

As a demon race, it doesn't look like a demon race at all, but it is more like a human race, but it reminds Fan Yunmo that the more bloody a family, the more difficult it is to transform into shape.

However, that Dragon Clan Tianjiao, although he retained his head horn, but he was able to transform into a successful form, and the hardships during the coming period can be seen.

Fan Yunmo nodded politely, and observed it when he reached out to take it, before raising his head and grunting.

"Child, you should have come out to find your wife, right?" The old woman looked at Fan Yunmo with a pair of cloudy eyes, and her tone was gentle.

“？？？"

Wife...... Do you mean Sister Xueli?

"That mother-in-law has to remind you, your wife went out to pick herbs, and the sunset did not return, it is estimated that it will take a long time to return, during this time you will go back to the house and wait." The old woman persuaded bitterly: "Miss Yan told me that you have been weak and sick since you were a child, and you have been subjected to a demon family....... Hey, you still need to take good care of it, otherwise it is easy to hurt the foundation and fall ill again. Fan

Yunmo was silent for a moment when he heard this, before he looked up at the old woman and arched her hand to thank her.

"You're welcome, just raise your hand." The old woman waved her hand and signaled that you were not welcome: "If there is any difficulty in the future, you can also tell your mother-in-law, it's just..... It's better if you don't go out of the house, you can't speak, after all, it's inconvenient, and it's so showy, I'm afraid you will be remembered by other witches.

After that, the old woman took the hoe and led Lan'er to leave.

After all, she still has work to do.

It is undoubtedly farming, but also the so-called demon farmer.

As the lowest level of the demon race, it is obviously not appropriate to fight and kill the weak and strong, unless it is necessary, there is basically no demon who does not refuse to become a demon farmer.

The demon world is difficult, and survival is even harder!

........

the sunset dyed the entire village, Yan Xueli walked on the countryside ridge with a basket on her back, her steps were slow and leisurely, and there was a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Tweet."

The little fox lying in the basket was the most relaxing time he had at the moment.

During this period, Yan Xueli met many demon races, most of them were ordinary demon races, and occasionally there were small demons with slightly stronger demon power, all of which were demon people in the village.

They are either cultivating or working.

Practicing against the heavens, fighting with the heavens and the earth, requires not only chance, but also perseverance.

Of course, talent is needed, and the reason why demon people are demon people is that they have poor qualifications, thin bloodlines, short lifespans, and cannot live forever.

Therefore, most demon people have to experience the bumpy fate of ordinary human races for a long time in their whole lives.

"Girl Yan"

suddenly came a strange and familiar voice next to her.

Yan Xueli turned her head and saw Granny Lan next door standing on the edge of the field, waving at her, while Lan'er was hiding behind her mother-in-law, seemingly afraid of her appearance.

Mother-in-law Lan said lightly: "Your husband is awake and wants to see you, go home and take a look." "

Hmm."

Hearing this, Yan Xueli snorted lightly and was noncommittal.

"Tweet!"

Hearing that his master woke up, his face was happy, he climbed out of the basket with difficulty, fell heavily to the ground, and wanted to run back as soon as possible, but he didn't go as fast as Yan Xueli...

Lonely courtyard.

The dim sunset reflected his figure on the swing, casting on the floor, pulling out long shadows.

Hearing the movement, he looked slightly sideways.

I saw a young girl standing quietly at the gate of the courtyard, dressed in a plain snow-white shirt dress, her black hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a slender neck and fair and delicate face.

Fan Yunmo moved his lips, and unexpectedly found that he could make a sound.

"Should I call you maiden, or Sister Xueli."

He suddenly looked at her with a complicated expression, and seemed to be in deep thought.

You must know that Yan Xueli inexplicably abducted himself to a strange place, and imprisoned him and refused to let him leave.

He tried, and Reiki could be mobilized, but the effect was minimal.

However, Fan Yunmo did not leave immediately, because he believed that even if the imperial sword left, Yan Xueli would not be able to run far to find himself, so why waste time?

Yan Xueli looked at him, and a shallow smile appeared between her eyebrows: "As you like, husband." Putting down the basket, she sat down next to him and raised her hand to touch his pale and emaciated cheeks.

"How does it feel?"

"Shouldn't you care if I'm dead?"

"Yun Mo, you can't die." Yan Xueli affirmed, her eyes flickering: "My mother doesn't agree with you to die."

She paused and glanced at the talismans on Fan Yunmo's wrists, ankles, and throat, full of joy, and her eyes bent into a crescent moon.

"My gift to you, how?"

Fan Yunmo frowned and did not respond.

Yan Xueli stroked his face and said gently, "This is a talisman I made specifically for you."

Under the sunset, she smiled coldly, her tone was full of threat, her eyes looked directly into Fan Yunmo's eyes, and her movements were extremely gentle.

"Yun Mo, I imprisoned you at home because I didn't want you to run out and be hurt, I controlled your throat, I didn't let you tear your throat and hurt your throat, all because I love you."

There is extreme possession and love in his eyes, as if he is looking at a fragile baby.

Yan Xueli leaned over and kissed his lips, a burst of tingling instantly invaded his limbs, and her gaze was full of softness, as if she was looking at the only treasure, gentle and lingering, with deep attachment.

After the kiss, he gasped slightly.

Fan Yunmo wanted her to give herself an explanation, but she was inexplicably kissed and pushed her angrily.

Yan Xueli raised her hand to cover his lips, and her tone was cold: "You are not allowed to bite me, you can only bite you." "

Fan Yun Mobai glanced at her, he is not a delicate man, why should he listen to her?

Wrong...... I didn't want to bite at all.

"So, what do you want to do when you brought me here!"

Fan Yunmo glared at her viciously, and she couldn't give Yan Xueli a good look, otherwise she always wanted to reflexively call the shots and dominate him.

Yan Xueli saw his fierce eyes, did not smile angrily, and evoked a smile that confused everyone: "Husband, this is our home, isn't it normal to take you home?" Does Fujun want to escape? Fan

Yunmo said: "I won't play boring games with you, Yunling Branch Sect and Master and all senior brothers and sisters are waiting for me, I want to rush back, and soon it will be the Demon Realm Holy Society, if you don't improve your cultivation..."

In the end, a few dangerous cold lights appeared under Yan Xueli's eyes, staring at Fan Yunmo's eyes, and spit out cold words: "Don't forget, you still have my talisman on you, and you want to churn under my control." "

Crisp and pleasant, as pleasant as a silver bell.

But when it falls into the ears, it only feels creepy.

"If you insist on doing so, then I will leave."

Yan Xueli had a thick mockery in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth hung a cold arc, and she said word by word: "Yun Mo, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Something I've decided, you can never stop." Fan Yunmo clenched his fists and stared at her with dead eyes: "Do you really think that I have no ability to resist?" Don't forget, I'm a person who has been in the field. "

Four eyes opposite.

Yan Xueli pursed her lips, and finally relented: "Two years, after being imprisoned by me for two years, it will be the Demon Realm Holy Society, and I will accompany you back, and besides, you also need me to comprehend the second sword intent, don't you?" Fan

Yunmo was silent, it turned out that she cared about this.

Two years is just a snap of the fingers for the demon race.

But for Fan Yunmo, who does not like asceticism and wanders from time to time, it is really too long and tormenting, not to mention being imprisoned.

"I can't stay in the courtyard all the time."

"Only if I accompany you can you leave the courtyard!" Yan Xueli's face became even more cold, and she gritted her teeth word by word.

Fan Yunmo saw her cannibalistic appearance, knowing that it was her last bottom line, so he nodded and agreed: "....... Good. After

everything was settled, the little fox walked in from the gate of the courtyard smartly, came to Fan Yunmo and let him embrace him, casually asking for heavenly materials and earth treasures to eat.

And Yan Xueli is still a little angry, obviously all the advantages are on her side, but Fan Yunmo is unwilling to cooperate, she can't help him, every time she can only endure the pain of cutting love, promise to give him some good conditions.

Sure enough, the strength is still not enough, if he reaches the Earth Seed Realm, what qualifications does Yun Mo have to resist?

However, when she thought of the hurdle of the Immortal Master, her mood became depressed again.

"Husband-kun, come here! Moisturize my lips! Yan Xueli commanded him.

Fan Yunmo: "........." He pinched her cheek with his backhand and pushed it aside.