Fast Transmigration: Monster Host Online Short Guard

  Chapter 21 The Disciple of Cultivating Immortal Plane Obediently

Yang Yueye glanced at her, "If it's broken, then it's broken. She didn't want you to die when she just made the move." Then she walked away, these were none of her business, she just felt that Mu Qingyu's temperament should be changed. It's changed, it's not good to be so soft-hearted.

  Luo Jinghuai was a little surprised, thinking that Junior Sister Yang was really decisive in killing and attacking, and the rumors were also credible, she might not be as temperamental as herself.

  Mu Qingyu was also startled, and then laughed at herself, Mu Qingyu, what are you expecting.

   No more thinking about it, just a wood spirit technique took Mu Qingchen's life, and since then, I and the Mu family have no debts to each other.

  Yang Yueye raised her eyebrows, didn't say any more, and left without further ado. The central palace is about to open, and it will be a disadvantage if you go late.

   Seeing Yang Yueye leaving, the two also left.

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  Central Palace

  Seeing his taller body, Mo Chen raised his eyebrows, and the restraint of the central palace was no longer there.

Changing back into azure blue clothes, he walked into the palace slowly. People from Zixuanzong came forward to greet Mo Chen respectfully. Mo Chen just responded coldly. After looking around for a week, he realized that he was kissing his apprentice. Not yet.

  So I sat down and meditated, not wanting to pay attention to the people around me.

   I don't know how long it took, "Master." A familiar voice came from next to my ear, and when Gou Lip was about to open his eyes, he felt that there was an extra head in his arms.

  I saw the young man in purple robe nestling in his arms in a strange posture. Fortunately, Mo Chen was sitting on a high platform, otherwise he would not be able to bury his head in his arms for such a big man.

   "Master, Ming'er misses you so much." Gong Yeming tightly hugged Mo Chen's waist, greedily inhaling his smell, the familiar smell rushed to the tip of his nose, calming him down.

  Mo Chen was stunned for a moment, "I miss you as a teacher too." He pushed Ye Ming away without a trace.

  My heart is a little complicated, he is really too well-behaved in front of me, and I can't see any flaws at all.

  If she hadn't seen his other face with her own eyes, she would never have believed it.

  Gong Yeming's expression flickered, and he finally raised his head, opened his affectionate eyes, looked at Mo Chen, and looked like a good baby, "No." He said and stood up.

  Mo Chen also stood up, ignoring the strange gazes of others, led Gong Yeming to the center of the palace, "Come, sit there."

She thought about setting up an isolation formation to separate everyone from Gong Yeming, and she couldn't see the inside from the outside, including herself. After all, Huolian wanted to cleanse Gong Yeming, and she didn't want to kiss her relatives. The son was naked, and his white and tender appearance was seen by others.

  Everyone "..." Daoist Miaoli is enough for you.

  Although they dare not speak out, who makes you great, you have the final say on how good you are.

  Gu Shiling clenched her fists and came a step late, Miaoli, hmph, you are just a person from a small world, if you spoil my good deeds, I will not let you go.

   At this time, Yang Yueye and the other three also came to the central palace. After saluting respectfully to Miaoli, the three began to meditate on the spot. The formation in the central palace was about to open, and they could awaken in the formation.

  Mo Chen also started to meditate on the spot, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt his eyes light up, and he came to a world.

  Mo Chen knew that he had entered an illusion.

I was sitting on the attic, and it was drizzling outside the building, through the rain curtain, I could vaguely see the distant peaks and mountains, under the attic was the river, and there were a few black-covered boats in the river, pushing the river water away in the drizzle. He hurriedly approached the shore.

  Mo Chen was playing with chess pieces in his hand, staring thoughtfully at the wupped boat that had just approached the shore, and saw a man in red clothes walking out of the wupped boat, and then directly entered Wanhualou.

A fantasy setting appeared in my mind, Wanhualou is the largest flowerhouse in Jiangcheng, and the number one beauty in it, Gu Shiling, is the oiran of Wanhualou, but she does not sell her body, so many men are fascinated by her and spend all their money. Just to see her.

  Mo Chen raised his eyebrows, and gently placed the chess piece in his hand on the board, "My lord, are you going to Wanhualou?" The guard beside him asked him respectfully.

   Mo Chen got up and patted the corner of his clothes, "Let's go, I'm really curious, what kind of person is this person who makes all the men in the world fall in love with her?" He said and went downstairs directly.

  After Mo Chen went downstairs, he went straight into the Wanhua Building, and the old bustard came up to meet him, "My lord, what kind of girl do you want?"

  Mo Chen continued to move forward without changing his face. The guard took out a stack of bank notes from his sleeve, "My son heard that Miss Gu is going to show up today, so he came here specially."

  The bustard groaned, and put the banknote into her sleeve, "I think it's my family's Shishi bosom friend, please, please come inside."

   Next came countless dignitaries, all organized like a palace banquet, Mo Chen, who was sitting in a private room, chuckled lightly, not knowing what it meant.

Finally, when Gu Shiling showed up, as the curtain opened, the melodious sound of the qin sounded, and everyone looked around, only to see a white dress sitting on the stage, with white hands sliding on the qin, half covering his face with a light gauze .

  Mo Chen listened carefully, not to mention that this illusion is really realistic, Gu Shiling's piano sound has always been empty and skillful, the kind without soul, and it is still the same now.

   Ignoring everyone's obsession, Mo Chen directly opened the door and walked out of the private room.

  The same as her was the man in the red robe who came out of the private room next door. Mo Chen glanced at him, a little surprised that it was Gong Yeming, and thinking that he was in an illusion, he knew it.

   It's just that I don't know if it's a phantom or a real person.

   "Brother Huang, why do you have time to come here?" Gong Yeming raised his eyebrows, twisted his hair with his fingers, and asked with a smile on his face.

  It was only then that Mo Chen remembered that she was the ruler of a country in the illusion, "Private visit in a micro-service."

  Gong Yeming's mouth twitched "..." What the **** is going on a private visit to Hualou Weifu?

  But he didn't expose it, "Have a drink together?" Shaking the folding fan in his hand, he raised eyebrows at Mo Chen.

   The corners of Mo Chen's mouth twitched, but he nodded, and the two went to the next room.

Gong Yeming poured wine for Mo Chen, and Mo Chen drank every glass. The two chatted one after another. After some time, Gong Yeming finally got drunk. In fact, it was Mo Chen who poured wine into his cup. Otherwise, how could he be drunk with his drinking capacity.

  Mo Chen helped him onto the bed and fell asleep.

   "Master..." A low whisper sounded.

   Mo Chen paused, and covered him with a quilt.

  Hand was caught by Gong Yeming, "Master, don't go."

  Mo Chen looked at the hand held by Gong Yeming, his expression flickering, and finally, he still didn't pull out his hand, and just sat beside Gong Yeming.

   Then he took out a jug of wine from the space, and sat by the bed alone to drink.

  Now it seems that the people in this illusion may be real or fake.

   And Gong Yeming is true.

  If she did it herself, she would probably hurt someone, so she didn't do it.

  But if no important person dies, the phantom formation cannot be broken.

  Looking at the person lying on the bed, he called softly, "Mei'er."

  Finally, he closed his eyes, he could not see clearly, and the tip of his nose lingered with a faint fragrance of bamboo, which was unique to Gong Yeming.

  (end of this chapter)