Fantasy: Starting as a cannon fodder villain

Raising his sore hand, Xiao Yujing directly propped up half of the quilt, regardless of his exposed chest, let alone the cold wind that poured in, and said bluntly: "Then come in, the quilt will warm you up."

Moqin lowered her head and did not speak. But from the roots of her reddened ears, I can't judge how shy he is now. However, she still held back the chaotic reverie in her head, and stretched out her hand and pressed it on Xiao Yujing's head.

"What's wrong?"

"I'll see if I accidentally healed you, how do I feel like you've become different." "

Isn't it different?" Xiao Yujing muttered softly, maybe this is really the truth, after all, now he is no longer a guy who only knows revenge, of course, revenge is still one of his important goals.

"Don't you want to ask me what happened? I met Jianxing, and I also met the so-called Ghost Gate..."Xiao Yujing told Mo Qin what happened, after all, he still trusted her very much.

"So that's the case, I didn't expect Sword Star to betray the Holy Land, but forget it, this ice and snow, he probably won't be able to live, and he can be exposed immediately after he goes out next year. "Mo Qin joined the Holy Land since she was a child, and it must be like her home, so as soon as she knew that someone had betrayed her, she immediately clenched her fists.

However, Jian Xing had already been taught a lesson by Xiao Yujing, and his chances of survival were extremely low, and although his conspiracy had been implemented, it had not caused harm to the Holy Land after all, so Mo Qin quickly let go of his fist.

She looked at Xiao Yujing, trying not to recall the previous provocative conversation, and said sincerely: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, didn't you save me too

?" "Then let's settle the two?"

I thought you wanted me to make a promise.

"Even if I have this idea, it depends on whether you want to or not. "

I'm ashamed, shameless, take care of your injuries!" Mo Qin said and turned his head to leave, but he seemed to feel that something was wrong, and finally left a sentence, "I'll go get something to eat." "

Thank you. "

I didn't say I'll get it for you, you're hungry!" Mo

Qin's coquettishness made Xiao Yujing smile, it seemed that he was teasing too hard. Once upon a time, this was the most real him, cheerful and humorous, and arrogant. Now, I can't say that I'm back in time, but that feeling is really back.

Along with this, there is also a sense of uneasiness and fluctuation of spiritual power. Obviously, Xiao Yujing has been asleep for so long, and the messy spiritual power that he used to have recovered should have been restored a long time ago, but now the spiritual power in his body still doesn't listen to the call very much, and this feeling should be - advanced.

Closing his eyes, Xiao Yujing couldn't wait to enter a meditative state.

Everything around gradually lit up, this was Xiao Yujing's inner world, a white and foggy world.

For spiritual power cultivators, this is a familiar place, whether it is realm ascension, meditation, or even pure disobedience to others, he can come to his inner world.

However, although the blank space is the background color here, it does not mean eternity. As far as Xiao Yujing knew, the inner world of a spiritual power cultivator was equivalent to a huge container, and at first he carried the spiritual power of the spiritual power cultivator himself. After that, whether it is summoning spirits, peerless divine weapons, or elixirs, they can all be stored here.

What's more, anyone can raise flowers and trees in their own inner world, farm and build houses, but the spiritual world is the spiritual world after all. Once the external body is damaged, or only slightly stimulated, the spirit of the spiritual power cultivator may be forcibly removed from the body.

"Really... Is it coming? Xiao

Yujing, standing in the spiritual world, is like a white mist, although he has hands and feet, eyes and nose, but he can gather and disperse from time to time, and drift instantly. Now he was in the middle of the spirit world, and above his head, a huge white mist was entwined, swirling, converging, like a huge whirlwind.

This is a sign of advancement, and all Xiao Yujing has to do now is to pull that whirlwind to the ground as much as possible, and ensure that he can rest safely in his body.

"Come on!" Xiao Yujing made a gesture of his hand, originally wanting to pull the whirlwind in the sky, but unexpectedly, a touch of blush stretched out from the ground first and wrapped around his hand.

"What is it?" Xiao Yujing thought subconsciously, looking down, only to see that the red mist was like a slender silk thread, connecting it at one end and a red figure on the ground at the other.

"Someone?" Xiao Yujing subconsciously thought, but then felt that it was impossible, after all, this was his inner world, how could someone else come in and he didn't know?

Xiao Yujing cautiously floated downward, and the white mist between him and the figure gradually thinned, and finally let Xiao Yujing see the person's face clearly.

"Ghost Gate!" "Ghost Gate"

is a behemoth that can stand shoulder to shoulder with all the strong men.

This red figure is a woman, with a delicate face, charming eyes, and a piece of red silk in her hand, which is as smooth and white as a lotus root. Sensing that Xiao Yujing suddenly froze, she held the red silk and blinked her eyes slightly. The eyes turned slightly, secretly sending autumn waves, although it made people's hearts unbearable, but it also made people feel cold.

Tearing off the red silk on his body, Xiao Yujing immediately threw it away, but the red silk was like Xiao Yujing who was recognized, and it immediately floated back.

"It's useless. The woman's chuckle came from below, and I saw her covering her mouth with the back of her hand, blushing slightly, and her eyes were a little uneasy to look around, and then she said shyly, "I have to pester you, you can't escape."

This woman's voice is soft, her tone is charming, coupled with her twisting and pinching movements, it seems to be coquettish, any man will be shocked when he hears it, and he can't help but follow her.

But Xiao Yujing is different, although he is indeed heartbroken, at least he didn't follow her. Still struggling to pull the red silk on his body, he shouted: "Who are you?"

"I'm a ghost, Meng Po." "

Meng Po?" This is obviously a code name, but it is also in line with the style of the ghost gate, but when it comes to Meng Po, people often think of an old woman who cooks chess pieces and sells soup, how can it be such a graceful woman? What kind of method did she learn? In fact, she was already a seventy or eighty-year-old woman?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yujing's eyes immediately cleared, he took his gaze away from Meng Po's body, and said indignantly, "Then how did you get in?"