Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

For more than ten years, Mo Batian has always regarded Mo Yu as his heartthrob.

If you can't beat him, scold him, or talk about it, if you can't cultivate, you'll find all kinds of ways, and you won't even hesitate to exchange a transcendent realm magic weapon for a false rumor.

If anyone in the sect dares to speak against Mo Yu and falls into the ears of Mo Batian, Mo Batian will directly kill him regardless of the face of the other elders of the sect.

The magic feather is his weakness, the knot in his heart that he has been unable to let go of.

He cultivated the magic way, but since he found the magic feather, the magic feather became a barrier that he couldn't get past.

Therefore, in order to save Mo Yu, he is willing to pay anything!

"It's not impossible to save him, but..."

"No matter what the price, I am willing to pay it. Please save Yu'er!"

Before Emperor Han Tian could finish his words, Mo Batian immediately rushed to speak.

What Mo Batian didn't know was that his reaction suited Emperor Han Tian's wishes.

"Are you sure? Are you willing to bear it no matter what the cost?"

Emperor Hantian asked, with a rare look of sympathy in his eyes, but it was still hypocritical.

"As long as I can learn how to Yu'er, I can bear any price."

Mo Batian said with a hint of determination in his eyes, as if he would not allow others to question him even a little bit.

"But the price is your life."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Batian's pupils suddenly tightened, and he stared at Emperor Han Tian for a long time.

"My, my life..." Mo Batian murmured to himself, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

But he is not afraid of death, or feels that it is not worth giving up his life because of the magic feather.

On the contrary, in his eyes, Mo Yu's life was far more precious than his own.

But what he was afraid of and worried about was that after his death, Mo Yu would have no one to take care of him.

When he was alive, he was the supreme elder of the Blood Demon Sect. No matter what Mo Yu did, he could support him from behind.

If someone bullies Mo Yu, he can teach him a lesson for Mo Yu. If someone dares to provoke Mo Yu, he can deal with that person for Mo Yu.

But if he died, Mo Yu would have no one to rely on.

Thinking of this, Mo Batian felt a heartbreaking pain, a pain from his soul tormenting him.

But Emperor Hantian didn't seem to see the source of the pain in Mo Batian's heart. He only felt that he didn't want to give up his life to save Mo Yu.

After all, Emperor Hantian himself is a cold-hearted and ruthless guy. He does not practice the magic of the Demon Sect, but he is more ruthless and righteous than the Demon Sect. Naturally, he cannot understand the pain in Mo Batian's heart.

For a long time, Mo Batian watched as his vitality became weaker and weaker, and slowly stretched out his hand to touch his face.

"Sir, can I ask you something?"

Mo Batian said with a hint of despair in his tone, but his eyes looking at Mo Yu were full of tenderness.

There was a hint of disgust in Emperor Han Tian's eyes, but from Mo Batian's tone, he could tell that Mo Batian had made up his mind, so he nodded.

"explain."

"After I die, could you please take care of Yu'er? I'm afraid that this child will suffer a loss after he goes out."

When Emperor Han Tian heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry, after you die, I will take over your body. At that time, I will treat Moyu as my own child and cultivate it well."

As he said this, Emperor Han Tian's eyes were full of sarcasm.

What he said is not entirely a lie. He will indeed train Mo Yu well, but not as his own child, but as a dead soldier.