Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Demon Venerable declares war?

Su Tang was surprised.

She is not attached to the body, so naturally she has no memory of the original owner.

The cognition of this world comes entirely from reincarnation.

In this world, besides immortal cultivators, there are also demon cultivators and demon cultivators.

Mozun Liufeng is Li Yuan's deadly enemy, he belongs to the kind who loves to find fault with Li Yuan every now and then, and he often led demons to attack Canglin Mountain before, but it was only minor friction.

Today it looks... obviously very serious.

Mu Li's thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and his dark pupils were calm and cold.

He took the sword in the girl's hand slowly, put the long sword in the scabbard, gently touched the girl's head with his long and slender fingers, and softened his voice, the cold and indifferent voice in the past was now more pampering in his ears means.

"Tangtang, you stay here for a while, I'll be back soon."

Su Tang's heart was beating wildly in his chest, and there was always an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, as if something was about to happen...

She stretched out her hand suddenly, her white and tender hands grabbed the corner of Mu Li's clothes, her moist round pupils stared at him without blinking, her voice was soft and waxy, but the words she spoke were firm.

"I will go with you."

Mu Li warmly refused, "Tangtang, your current cultivation level is not enough, this time the ones who came to provoke trouble are the Mozun's people, they are ruthless, if you go...it will be dangerous."

Although Mu Li's words were very tactful, Su Tang still heard the meaning of him questioning his boss' aura.

Su Tang almost wanted to fry his hair.

But she raised her head to meet the man's eyes, her beautiful black pupils were calm and indifferent, but contained an unquestionable firmness.

Obviously not planning to take her out.

But Su Tang vaguely felt that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to reveal all the truth, if she didn't go out, she would never know everything about that year...

The little girl's black and white eyeballs rolled around, changed her strategy, and suddenly stood on tiptoe and hugged Mu Li's neck coquettishly, "Master will protect me, right?"

The girl's voice was soft and waxy, and she was still rubbing her head on his neck when she spoke, which was obviously coquettish.

Mu Li, "But..."

Su Tang blinked, then kissed Mu Li's side face again, acting soft and coquettish.

"Is it okay... Master Master... the most handsome Master..."

Mu Li, "...OK."

The disciple on the side, "...?"

He stared in a daze, wondering if he had heard it wrong because he was bleeding too much from the injury and was delirious.

Just now that was the one-sided, indifferent and alienated Uncle Li Yuan?

However, the indifferent immortal venerable who said that he was indifferent was very, very coaxed to change his mind. He held the little girl beside him with one hand, and then took out a small white jade bottle from his arms and put it in the visitor's hand.

"This is the Qingling Pill, which can expel the evil energy attached to your flesh and blood. After you take it, you can use your kung fu to expel the evil energy here, and then take action after the injury recovers. I will handle the sect affairs."

The disciple took the white jade bottle gratefully, "Thank you, Uncle Li Yuan."

...

Outside Canglin Mountain, the two factions faced each other, and there seemed to be an invisible dividing line between them. Both parties suffered a lot of losses.

The Canglin faction has gathered several surrounding cultivating sects here.

Feng Qi stood opposite the cultivator, narrowing his long and narrow red pupils slightly, and his thin bright red lips were drawn up, outlining a careless arc.

"Where's Li Yuan? Tell him to get out."