Fast Transmigration: Monster Host Online Short Guard

  Chapter 8 The Disciple of Cultivating the Immortal Plane Obediently

   "Dao Zun, it's not good." Huan'er hurried into the bamboo house.

  A pot of peach blossom wine was warming on the stove in front of Mo Chen.

   "Why are you in such a panic?" Mo Chen said lazily with a book in his hand.

   When Huan'er saw Mo Chen, he hurriedly said, "Dao Zun, it's too bad, the young master is fighting with Mr. Mu from Xianle Peak."

   Mo Chen frowned, who is Mr. Mu?

never heard of that.

  But after hearing the words, he still got up, waved his sleeves, and the teleportation formation appeared, and Mo Chen walked into the transmission formation with graceful steps.

  With a flash in front of his eyes, he came to Xianle Peak. The owner of Xianle Peak is Mu Ziling, who came from a side branch of the Mu family.

   This Xianle Peak may soon become the Mu family's position.

  As soon as I stepped into Xianle Peak, I saw a group of people gathered together.

  Mo Chen directly pushed the onlookers away with spells, and saw the boy tied to the ground and beaten.

  The person who beat the boy was a boy of seventeen or eighteen, holding a whip in his hand.

   Mo Chen paused for a moment, and felt a tingling pain in his heart. It had been a long time since he felt this kind of feeling.

   With a wave of his sleeve, he swung the man holding the whip away, and teleported to Gong Yeming's side.

   "Ming'er?" He picked up the frowning child on the ground.

   Already passed out.

   "You, who are you?" The man who was holding a whip and showing his might just now had a flash of panic in his eyes, and then looked at Mo Chen pretending to be calm.

  Mo Chen made a smile, but that smile was like ice and snow in the cold winter, "Did you hit him?" His tone was light, but there was a hint of coldness.

   "So what if you beat him?" Why can he worship Daoist Miaoli as his teacher? With such a good talent, why doesn't he accept himself as a disciple.

   Looking at Mo Chen viciously, eyes full of jealousy

  Mo Chen squinted his eyes, handed the person in his arms to Huan'er, and then walked slowly to the person.

   "What's your name?" People couldn't tell if she was angry.

   "Hmph, I'm the young master of the Mu family, Mu Qingyan." He raised his chin as he spoke, as if he was about to kneel down and beg me.

  Mo Chen squinted his eyes, "Oh? Master Mu Family." Mo Chen looked stunned.

  The next second, Mo Chen pinched the proud Mu Qingyan by the neck.

   "You, ahem, let go of Master Ben." Mu Qingyan struggled.

  Mo Chen raised his eyebrows, "Can you still speak?" He clenched his hands as he spoke.

  Mu Qingyan was pinched so that his eyes rolled, and he looked like he was about to faint.

  A trace of disgust flashed in Mo Chen's eyes, and he threw him on the ground.

   Then he stretched out his hand and directly abolished Mu Qingyan's cultivation.

  The cultivation base of Qi Refining Dzogchen disappeared all of a sudden.

   "Ah!" There was a scream from the ground, and then rolled around on the ground.

   "My disciple of Miaoli, no one can hurt anyone except me? Understand?" Mo Chen said coldly, and then snatched Gong Yeming from Huan'er's hand.

  Then it is necessary to open the teleportation array and leave.

   "Young Master Uncle doesn't think much of me, Xian Lefeng, does he?" A leisurely voice came.

  Mo Chen knew that it was Mu Ziling. At the beginning, he wanted to join the original master's sect, but was rejected.

  Mo Chen stopped, the teleportation array dispersed, Mo Chen hugged Gong Yeming and looked at Mu Ziling, "What? How about I teach the people who bully my disciple?" Mo Chen said flatly.

"Oh, of course it can, but, isn't my little uncle the person who always hates the person who acts as a substitute? Why did he start doing such a thing?" Mu Ziling's face was warm, but Mo Chen didn't miss the evil in his eyes. .

  Mo Chen raised his eyebrows, "Nephew Mu is wrong, what I did today is purely a personal grievance." Without further words, he left with Gong Yeming in his arms.

  Mu Ziling stared at the person who was going away, and glanced at Mu Qingyan who was dead or alive on the ground, "Come here, take the young master back."

   "Yes." The surrounding crowd dispersed one after another.

  The whole sect knew about the feud between Master Mu and the little master, but they didn't expect that Master Mu would dare to confront the little master directly.

   But unexpectedly, that child is the new disciple of the little master.

   Moreover, it seems that the little master really cares.

   Now there is a good show to watch.

  …

   On the other side, Mo Chen had brought Gong Yeming back to Piao Miao Peak.

  Mo Chen put Gong Yeming on the bed and fed him a recovery pill.

  reached out and touched Gong Yeming's face.

   I was a little puzzled, why, he would give me a familiar feeling.

   Unable to figure it out, he finally got up and left.

   It's just that Mo Chen must have never imagined that the person on the bed opened his eyes as soon as she left.

   His eyes were not as clear and ignorant as they used to be. At this moment, his eyes were full of deepness, and he reached out to caress his face, "Master, since you have chosen to maintain, you can't abandon me."

   He laughed twice as he spoke, the laughter was a bit weird, and it sounded softly in the room.

   After Mo Chen walked to Gong Yeming's room, he walked directly towards the bamboo house.

  In the bamboo house, Huan'er was packing up the wine that had already boiled.

  Feeling Dao Mochen's walk in, Huan'er froze for a moment, but continued to clean the fire.

   "Huan'er." Mo Chen called faintly, and then sat down on the bamboo chair.

   "Dao, Daoist." Huan'er stopped, lowering her head, not daring to look at Mo Chen.

   "How long have you sisters been following this deity." Mo Chen said lightly.

   "From the beginning to the present, almost 20,000 years." Huan'er whispered.

   "Twenty thousand years." Mo Chen looked a little dazed, has it been so long?

   "Tao, Taoist, I."

   Mo Chen interrupted Huan'er's hesitation, "Is it because we have been separated for so long that you have forgotten my temper? Huh?" The last word was deliberately lowered, which seemed a bit depressed.

   "I know I was wrong, please punish me." As he said that, he was about to kneel down.

  Mo Chen waved his sleeves, but did not make her kneel down, "Forget what I said?"

  Huaner shook her head, "No, Huaner dare not forget."

   "Then what did I say?" Mo Chen said lightly, without any emotion, Huan'er didn't know whether Mo Chen was angry or not.

   "You, Dao Zun said, people in Yushidian don't like to kneel." Huan'er lowered her head, a little guilty, although Dao Zun was very kind to her, but when Dao Zun was angry, it was still very scary.

   "Well, it's good to remember." Mo Chen said lightly,

  The room was quiet again, Huan'er just kept her head down.

   "The young master was bullied today, why didn't you help?" Mo Chen said lazily.

   Huan'er breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Dao Zun was not angry, "I, I just"

   "Just want to know Ming'er's position in my heart?" Mo Chen has already answered for her.

   Huan'er didn't expect Mo Chen to see through his thoughts, and lowered his head in shame, "I'm sorry, Daoist."

  The corners of Mo Chen's mouth twitched, "Why am I wronged when I made a mistake? Could it be that I still blamed you?"

   "No, Huan'er was wrong." Huan'er immediately said.

"Well, that's the end of this matter, but you remember, I brought you and your sister to the world this time to bring my disciples back to the Imperial Palace, so now I know the place in my heart. ?” Mo Chen lazily casts a sideways glance at Huan’er.

   Huan'er nodded, "I know, I will definitely protect the young master in the future."

  He was secretly happy in his heart, Dao Zun didn't blame himself.

   "Well, since you know you're wrong, let's go to the dark abyss and think about it for a year." Mo Chen said lightly.

  Huan'er "." Hey, I seem to be happy too early.

  (end of this chapter)