Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

When Yue'er woke up, it was already dawn, and she slowly got up from the ground, her face mixed with coagulated blood, dirty.

The wound on his forehead was no longer bleeding, but it still hurt to the bone.

Last night, she went to ask the family master to save Fang Mo, no matter how she kowtowed and begged, the family master was still indifferent.

The second lady also had her dragged out and beaten her.

When Yue'er was dragged out, her head was groggy, and she couldn't understand why the head of the family had this attitude towards the young master, wasn't he the young master's father...

Yue'er limped into the small courtyard and gently wiped the blood stains on her face with water, she didn't want the young master to worry.

After half a column of incense, Yue'er finally cleaned up.

After straightening his clothes, he took a deep breath and walked towards the house with a hint of a smile.

"Young Master, it's time to get up for breakfast."

"I don't have an appetite, you go eat it."

Fang Mo's hoarse voice came from under the quilt, obviously he hadn't slept much all night.

Looking at Fang Mo's decadent appearance, Yue'er was extremely distressed.

Yue'er gently hugged Fang Mo through the quilt, and said softly: "Young Master, Yue'er believes that you will definitely be able to practice again."

Fang Mo did not speak, he knew that the dantian was shattered, and unless it was a legendary elixir, there was no possibility of repair.

......

At the same time, the news of Fang Mo's abolition swept through the entire Falling Cloud City like a violent wind.

"I heard, the genius Fang Mo has become a waste."

"Real or fake?"

"That's still fake, this is the news from the Fang family."

"That Fang family's second young master Fang Long was also too ruthless, and directly abolished Fang Mo, really didn't care about brotherhood at all."

"Hey, I don't dare to agree with your words, people don't die for themselves. That worship into the Heavenly Sword Sect is an opportunity to ascend to the heavens in one step, in other words, I am also desperate, regardless of whether he is a brother or not. "

Alas, what a pity..."

Fang family.

"Third Young Master, haven't you been thinking about that Fang Mo's personal maid, now is an opportunity."

The boy who spoke was named Fang Xiong, with a fat face and lewd eyes.

Opposite him sat Fang Peng, the third young master of the Fang family.

Fang Peng's face was pale, his eyes were vain, and he was obviously addicted to wine for a long time.

"Tell me about your chance??"

Fang Peng had been taught many times by Fang Mo before because he teased Yue'er.

But when he thought of Yue'er's cute and delicate face and figure waiting to be released, Fang Peng couldn't help but get his blood boiling.

Fang Xiong's eyes narrowed and said, "Third Young Master, you can go directly to the door to grab it." Now that Fang Mo is a waste, he can't stop it.

Fang Peng directly slapped it with a big mouth after hearing this,

and Fang Xiong covered his face and looked at Fang Peng innocently.

"Do you have in your head! Fang Mo has just been deposed, and I am a younger brother who directly came to rob his personal maid? How else can I go out when it gets out? How do you mess around in Falling Cloud City? And in this case, Yue'er's little girl will definitely not live or die.

"If that's the case, I have a way to make that girl return to my heart, I wonder if the Third Young Master dares?"

Fang Xiong's small eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"Oh? Say it and listen.

"Third Young Master, Fang Mo has been abolished, and he no longer has any value to the family. And judging from the owner's reaction yesterday, he should have given up on him.

After listening to it, Fang Peng nodded, and the reason for this was clear to Fang Peng.

Looking at Fang Peng nodding, Fang Xiong said even harder: "Third Young Master, you can give him to..." Fang Xiong

made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Fang Peng felt cold in his heart, although Fang Mo was already a waste, but this brother...

Fang Xiong continued: "Yue'er's girl must be heartbroken, young master, can't you take advantage of the void, and once Fang Mo dies, the entire Fang family's girl is helpless, and in the end, it is not in your pocket young master." That face, that skin... Gee.

After that, Fang Xiong laughed.

After Fang Peng listened, his eyes were also full of lust, and his tone was immediately fierce

, "This is a good method, and it can also allow my good big brother to contribute the last trace of value." But how do you do it without knowing it?

Fang Xiong attached himself to Fang Peng's ear and whispered: "Young Master, you can do this..."

Yue'er walked down the street with a lost soul, and these days the young master was becoming more and more silent and thinner.

But there was nothing she could do, Yue'er was extremely painful in her heart, and she didn't want the young master to continue like this.

"Ugh!"

She patronized the young master, did not look at the road, and bumped into people.

Yue'er raised her head, the other party was an old Taoist priest with a crane-haired childlike appearance and a fairy wind Daoist bone.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Yue'er hurriedly apologized.

"It's okay little girl, I see that the little girl is restless, has she encountered anything disturbing?"

"This..."

Yue'er looked at the other party's high-ranking appearance, and was a little hesitant.

As if seeing Yue'er's hesitation, the old Taoist priest said: "Old Dao, I travel everywhere, and I like to help people solve their troubles the most, the little girl is not afraid, although the Dao comes." The

old Taoist's determined demeanor gave Yue'er great confidence, so he said it all over again.

"Oh hehe, Lao Dao still thinks what a big deal, it turns out that the dantian is abolished and can't cultivate."

Hearing the Taoist priest say this, Yue'er's eyes lit up, "Do you have a way to save the young master?"

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said, "Well, seeing that this little girl of yours is related to the old Taoist, I will help you with this."

After speaking, he took out a small brocade box from his arms

, "This is the supreme divine pill refined by the old way, go back and let your young master swallow it, and it will be restored in less than half a day."

"This...!"

Yue'er took the brocade box in disbelief, overjoyed.

Directly knelt and kowtowed three times, and then looked up, and the person had disappeared.

Seeing this situation, Yue'er was even more sure that the young master was saved.

......

"Young Master! Master! I met a man of good morality, and you are saved! Outside

the house, Yue'er shouted excitedly, and her voice was full of joy.

When Fang Mo heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he sat up.

"Young Master, you see that this is the divine pill that can save you!"

As soon as she entered the house, Yue'er took out a small brocade box.

After listening to Yue'er's description, Fang Mo looked at the red pill in his hand and was a little puzzled.

Is there really a good man?

And don't pay to save yourself? Yue'er won't be deceived....

After thinking about it again, what can you fool yourself without asking for any reward?

Fang Mo's heart was also extremely eager to practice again, and he comforted himself that even if it had no effect, he would not lose anything.

What if it's true?

Looking at Yue'er's hopeful gaze, Fang Mo opened his mouth and swallowed.

Then rubbed Yue'er's little head and said, "Silly girl, you've worked hard these days."

Yue'er's eyes bent into a crescent.

Suddenly, Fang Mo's face changed drastically, he felt that the qi and blood in his body began to be violent and disordered, his heartbeat was extremely fast, and a strong sense of suffocation struck.

Fang Mo's expression became hideous, his mouth was wide open but he couldn't breathe.

This sudden change made Yue'er at a loss, "What's going on?" Whining... What's going on?! Young Master, don't you scare Yue'er?! In

just a few breaths, the world in front of Fang Mo completely darkened.

Fang Mo's eyes were a little bit distracted, and he was no longer conscious.

Looking at Fang Mo lying motionless on the ground, Yue'er trembled and put her hand under Fang Mo's nose...

"Young Master!!"

A mournful cry pierced the sky.