"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 369 Big Brother and Little Junior Brother

Yun Chu gritted his teeth, and sent the spiritual power in his hand to Mo Chi's body as if it cost no money, but it had no effect at all.

The boy's eyes were scarlet, and his body trembled slightly: "Senior brother..."

The man on the bed could not hear him, and was alone in a nightmare from which he could not escape.

"Immortal, thanks to your great love, the fact that the dog can enter your eyes is a blessing he has cultivated in several lifetimes, but you see, my family has been passed down for several generations, and now there is only one son, and I still think that he can always be by our side." , after a hundred years, we will retire to our retirement age, and I will follow you to practice Taoism and become immortal, I am afraid it will be..."

An old and flattering voice sounded in his ears, Mo Chi looked at the man standing in front of him with a hunched back, raised his head, and looked at the exiled man with his hands behind his back on the sword , with a maturity and stability that didn't match his age on his immature face.

The pitch-black pupils met those glazed eyes, and the little boy shivered from the coldness in the man's eyes, and silently hid behind Father Mo.

"This son is responsible for the way of heaven, and he has a destiny with the immortal family. The future is limitless. Do you really have the heart to let him live in such a small village and spend his life doing nothing?" Liu Qinghong said with an exile-like face. Without any expression, his cold voice was like half of him, without a trace of warmth.

"This..." Father Mo hesitated a little, and Mother Mo, who was dressed in a coarse blouse, came out of the thatched hut behind him, and called Mo Chi softly.

"Mother..." Mo Chi ran over and hugged her waist.

Mo's mother lowered her head, looked at Mo Chi kindly, and said in a gentle voice, "Chi'er, tell mother, do you want to go with the immortal?"

Hearing her words, Mo Chi raised his head and glanced at Liu Qinghong again. The other party's Gujing Wubo eyes met him quietly, and Mo Chi shook his head: "Chi'er won't go, I'll stay here with my father and mother."

When Mother Mo heard his answer, the corners of her lips raised, and she raised her eyes to look at Father Mo in front of her.

Father Mo was still hesitant at first, but after hearing Mo Chi's answer, he suddenly figured it out. He looked at Liu Qinghong in front of him, and bowed again.

"Immortal Master, my son has already made a decision, so I can only live up to the great kindness of the Immortal Master."

Liu Qinghong looked at the ignorant family of three in front of him, the hypocrisy on his face completely disappeared, his whole aura sank, his cold eyes were cold and cruel.

"This deity kindly gave you this opportunity to help you escape from the sea of ​​suffering. You are so ignorant of good and evil. Really, I am so disappointed."

His cold and heartless voice sounded in mid-air, and he looked at the few people as if he was looking at ants.

Mo's father and Mo's mother were shocked, and subconsciously protected Mo Chi behind her, but the power of a mortal was like a mayfly shaking a tree in front of a cultivator.

The silver-haired man in white just waved his sleeves lightly, and the couple flew far away like a remnant night in the autumn wind. They slammed heavily on the pillars of the house, and then were bounced back hard. return.

"Father! Mother!"

Mo Chi looked at his parents who were lying on the ground vomiting blood all over the place, he exclaimed and turned around to run towards the two of them, but then his body was grabbed by a sudden suction force, and fell into Liu Qinghong's hands in a blink of an eye.

"Monster! Bad guy! Let me go! Let me go!" Mo Chi kept tossing in the man's hands, struggling in the direction of Mo's father and Mo's mother, "Father! Mother..."

Mo's father and Mo's mother trembled unnaturally on the ground, their eyes looked in the direction of the two unwillingly, and then slowly closed their eyes, completely out of breath.

Liu Qinghong didn't care at all that he had killed two people. He looked down at the child in his hand, and the natural fire root on the other party was so pure and free of impurities.Feeling the fresh life in his hands, the man's eyes gradually turned scarlet.

After so many years, he finally found it.

Liu Qinghong picked up Mo Chi's collar and turned around to leave, but the child in his hand kept making noises, looking at him wishing to poke holes in him.

The child's voice caught the attention of other villagers in the village, and they walked towards Mo Chi's house.When he saw Mo Chi being grabbed by a strange man, his expression changed immediately: "Who are you?! Let go of that child!"

Liu Qinghong looked at the villagers who were carrying farm tools and surrounded her, her glazed eyes slid coldly across those simple and honest faces, showing murderous intent.

"I wanted to spare your lives, but it's a pity..." He raised his hand and made a gesture, and Mo Chi, who was still struggling in his hand, instantly fell silent.

The man held the child in one hand, and the other hand flashed a white light, and a long ice sword was condensed in his hand, shining in the sunlight.

The villagers were stunned by the scene in front of them, but before they came back to their senses, they only felt a cold and pain in their necks, and the world in front of them turned upside down.

At the last second before death, what they saw was the false and ethereal smile of compassion on the man's face, and the hem of the other's clothes that were so white that there was no trace of dust.

More than [-] people in the whole village died under Liu Qinghong's ice sword on that day.

Blood flowed like rivers in the village, the ground was strewn with corpses, heads rolled all over the ground, every dead face was full of horror, and the wide-eyed eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment.

Mo Chi has been held in Liu Qinghong's hands all the time, he should have been stunned by a spell, but he still has a sliver of consciousness. He half-opened his eyes, watching familiar people fall in front of him, and finally, he was completely wiped out by a fire. devour.

That year, he had just turned six years old.

After Liu Qinghong took him to the Evergreen School, he developed a high fever and was deeply trapped in the nightmare of that day, unable to wake up.

In the cold and lifeless Qingyue Zhai, on the soft bed, the child's small body curled up into a ball, his cheeks were flushed, he bit his lips tightly and closed his eyes tightly.

Mo Chi could hear someone talking next to his ear, and he could also feel that someone forcefully opened his mouth and poured medicine into it. He was very conscious, but he just couldn't wake up.

His father and mother died because of him, and everyone in the village died because of him, and the person who killed them took him back to where he lived.

Mo Chi didn't know what he would face when he woke up, but he knew that he had to take revenge, he had to take revenge, otherwise, his parents and those villagers would not rest in peace.

After being in a coma for seven consecutive days after the high fever, he suddenly woke up, and then forgot everything that happened before, and looked at everything with a blank and strange look.

Liu Qinghong looked at his eyes that had nothing, and smiled inwardly. She didn't say anything, but announced that the other party was his apprentice during the apprentice meeting.

On the surface, Mo Chi is extremely respectful to Liu Qinghong, but in anyone's serious eyes, it looks like a picture of a loving father and a filial son, and only Mo Chi knows that what he wants to do the most when he wakes up every day is to end that sanctimonious hypocrite with his own hands. s life.

In the first month with Liu Qinghong, after he was found unable to practice spells, he was called to Qingyue Zhai by the other party and slashed his chest severely.After taking half a bowl of blood, Mo Chi finally understood the reason why the man wanted to find him.

From then on, Liu Qinghong would take blood from him once a month. During that time, his thin chest was covered with hideous scars.

The man never cared about his life and death, and every time he took the blood, he would be driven away like a stray dog. Therefore, he often added new injuries to the old wounds, until one time after Liu Qinghong took the blood, Mo Chi was on the spot. After fainting, he threw a bottle of medicine to the other party as if his conscience had discovered him.

Mo Chi's life in the Evergreen Sect was not easy. Long-term ischemia and malnutrition made him look sallow, and his body was as thin as a bean sprout. The most serious thing was that he was unable to practice any spells. , afraid of fire.

In the first year Liu Qinghong brought Mo Chi back to the Evergreen Sect, except for meeting him when taking blood, she left him to fend for himself.When he first entered the Evergreen Sect, the rare natural fire spirit root caused the sensation and envy among the disciples, which has turned into bubbles in his failed cultivation time after time.

Anyone on the mountain can mock and humiliate him wantonly, what's more, they directly use him as a tool to vent their anger.

It seems that only in this way can they satisfy the ridiculous sense of vanity in their hearts.

Liu Qinghong's original intention was to bring Mo Chi back and use him as a furnace after he had cultivated to the Golden Core, but who would have thought that the other party would not be able to cultivate, so he had no choice but to raise the other party as a blood bag.

While taking blood once a month, Liu Qinghong was also perseveringly searching everywhere, trying to find an ultimate cauldron that could provide him with a two-day rest, but unfortunately, natural pure spiritual roots are too rare, and he spent four years , and barely managed to find a Yunchu with dual spiritual roots of water and wood.

When Mo Chi was 12 years old, it was the first time he met the six-year-old Xiaotuanzi. The innocent and ignorant look of the other party hit the heart of the 12-year-old boy almost instantly.

But when he knew that Yunchu was brought back by Liu Qinghong, and that he had the dual spiritual roots of water and wood, he immediately knew the other party's purpose.

He couldn't bear the fact that such a cute and lovely glutinous rice dumpling would go down the same path as him, so Mo Chi almost tried every means to drive him away.

But for some unknown reason, that child seemed to depend on him, no matter how much he ignored him, the other party still followed him closely like a little tail, and he couldn't get rid of him.

Whenever he saw a child staring at him wetly with a pair of clear deer-like eyes, Mo Chi felt as if his heart was being fried repeatedly in a cauldron with mixed oil and sugar.

He longed for Yunchu's closeness, but was afraid of the other party's closeness, so he could only go against his own heart and hurt the other party time and time again.

As time passed, Yunchu had become the highest disciple of the Evergreen Sect, but he still liked to cling to Mochi, even though the young man became more and more indifferent to him.

Everyone felt very puzzled by his behavior. Every time they saw Yun Chu running back and forth behind the cold-faced Mo Chi, they all said that Mo Chi didn't know what to do.

In fact, Mo Chi thought so too, no matter how the child treated him, he still smiled brightly, as if he didn't understand anything.

Sometimes Mo Chi also thought in his heart, otherwise, let it be like this, after all, with him, Liu Qinghong would not set his mind on Yunchu, but he still thought everything too simply.

The reason why Liu Qinghong has not taken Yunchu's blood until now is because his purpose of bringing Yunchu back was not at all.When Yunchu was 14 years old, Liu Qinghong, who had been traveling abroad, suddenly came back without warning.

As soon as he came back, he summoned Mo Chi.

Mo Chi was used to this, but he didn't expect that the man saw not only him this time, but Yun Chu as well.

The 14-year-old boy has faded from his childhood youthfulness, his whole body is clear and handsome, and his warm facial features faintly reveal his grown-up appearance.

Liu Qinghong was very satisfied with this, and after calling people to Qingyue Zhai, there was a scene where the master cared about the lives of the apprentices, asking about every detail, and then when the boy left, he turned out a book with a fiery red cover He handed over the book to the other party, and told him to understand the contents... The images in the dream flashed through his mind frame by frame, and Mo Chi's eyebrows twisted deeply.

"Yun Chu..." He called Yun Chu's name vaguely.

"Senior brother, I'm here, I'm here..." Yun Chu, who was guarding the bed, tightly grasped Mo Chi's cold hand, his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed.

The man's face was faintly pale, and Yun Chu knew that if the blood stopped, the other party would really be hopeless.

The young man looked at the man who kept calling his name in a coma, and a bright red mark was bitten on his lower lip.

"Brother, I'm sorry..."

An inaudible voice choked with sobs and desperate firmness sounded in the quiet dilapidated room, and the blue spiritual power in his hand gradually turned into streaks of scarlet light. Yun Chu's eyes were fixed on the man on the bed. The pupils of the pair of jet-black and clear pupils turned into a patch of red, and the intertwined lines of red and black extended from the corners of the eyes, and finally formed a coquettish and strange Bana flower clinging to the corners of the eyes.

The young man's handsome and handsome appearance has also gradually changed, his whole person has a bit of evil spirit, and he is completely different from his previous appearance.

The crimson light slowly gathered in mid-air, and finally condensed into a fist-sized ball of light, jumping lively in the air as if alive.

Yun Chu looked at it expressionlessly, and then the aura turned into a thin sharp blade, stabbing himself in the heart without hesitation, and in the next second, a miraculous scene happened.

The blood rushing out of the boy's heart seemed to be summoned, and gradually merged with the light ball in the air, and the originally bright crimson color was dyed bright red.

Yun Chu, who had lost too much blood, watched the ball of light shrink little by little, and finally became the size of a hawthorn, and slowly landed in his palm.

The thing in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and Yun Chu could already imagine how disgusted Mo Chi would look at him if he woke up and found out what he had done...

However, he couldn't care less about it anymore, he only wanted his senior brother to live and live well!