Chapter 528 Original World 7
Tianji City is an extremely luxurious manor with carved beams and painted buildings, winding paths and beautiful surroundings.
At this time, Mo Xian was having an affair with Su Wanxi, and the two were fighting fiercely.
The room was filled with the sound of blushing and heartbeating, and the atmosphere was charming.
Su Wanxi is extremely beautiful, and her appearance is very similar to Yu Yao's, especially her eyes, which seem to be carved from the same mold.
This was also the reason why Mo Xian always doted on her.
Because of his mistake a thousand years ago, he has always been worried about this matter and feels very guilty.
It's a pity that the person is dead and cannot be diffused.
I can only find a substitute to make up for my inner lovesickness and guilt.
Suddenly, Mo Xian paused, his face twisted, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his expression was extremely painful.
"Xuanlang, what's wrong with you?"
Su Wanxi didn't know why and couldn't help but ask.
He looked worried, with a blush that had not yet dissipated on his face.
Mo Xian didn't answer her words, his face was pale, and he accidentally...
Suddenly turned into a eunuch.
Fortunately, his cultivation has already transformed into a god, and he can use spiritual power to repair physical defects.
He meditated quickly and mobilized the spiritual power in his body to repair.
Su Wanxi didn't dare to disturb, so she just sat quietly and watched nervously.
Fortunately, Mo Xian had a high level of cultivation and recovered quickly with the help of his spiritual power.
Let him breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was restored, otherwise.
"Xuanlang, are you okay?"
Seeing that he had recovered, Su Wanxi immediately stepped forward and asked softly.
Eyes full of worry.
Mo Xian looked at her with a complicated expression and shook his head, "I'm fine."
He would have no idea what was going on with him.
It's so good, how could it be?
This has never happened before, no matter how crazy the fun was.
Could it be that I have been too indulgent recently, so that's why I'm like this?
Thinking of this, he felt frightened and decided to practice hard recently.
It’s better to come here less often than Su Wanxi.
He had no idea that this was the function of the bad luck charm.
Su Wanxi didn't know what he was thinking, so she gently helped him lie down, "Xuanlang, it's okay. You can rest for a while first."
Mo Xian really felt that his body was hollowed out and needed a good rest, so he nodded and let her help him lie down.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he lay down, the bed collapsed.
The two of them just fell to the ground.
Mo Xian was confused, and so was Su Wanxi.
This is not an ordinary bed, but a bed made of ten-thousand-year-old iron Buddha nanmu. It is calm and concentrated, and it is extremely strong. How could the bed fall down easily?
Could it be that the two of them were playing so crazy just now that the bed collapsed?
How is it possible? This is too outrageous.
Mo Xian stood up from the ground in embarrassment, full of doubts in his heart, and with a heavy look of displeasure on his face.
At this moment, I really have no interest at all.
He looked carefully at the collapsed bed, but couldn't see any clues.
It's like it's really broken.
Su Wanxi was also in shock and looked at him timidly.
"Xuanlang, this...what is going on?"
Mo Xian frowned and said in a deep voice: "I don't know, everything today is weird."
First it was almost useless, and then the bed was broken.
But no problem could be found, so everything happened naturally.
It makes people wonder why.
In the end, I can only blame myself for my bad luck.
Just as he was about to stand up and straighten his clothes, Mo Xian felt his feet slip and he stepped on water stains on the ground. He didn't know when the water stains appeared.
He jumped forward uncontrollably, but he couldn't control it like a mortal. There was a loud "bump" and he fell to the ground in an instant.
Su Wanxi was stunned and couldn't believe what she saw.
Mo Xian was a dignified Taoist Master, but he actually slipped because he stepped on water. It was just a slip, but he fell down.
It’s really outrageous…
Before she could continue thinking or go over to pull the person up...
The exquisite lantern hanging above Mo Xian's head fell down without warning and hit him straight.
He dodged sideways in embarrassment, and the lantern hit his shoulder and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. The candle inside also ignited his hair.
Mo Xian's face was livid, and he waved his hand to put out the flames, but the ends of his hair were still burned, and the air was filled with a strong smell of burning. It made his face look even uglier, and he felt like he was possessed by a demon today, completely abnormal.
The dignified Taoist Master who transformed into a god could not control his body like a mortal.
Su Wanxi was shocked, but she quickly reacted and hurried over to help him.
Unexpectedly, one of them lost his footing and accidentally fell on him.
Mo Xian's body fell backward uncontrollably, and the two fell together.
Fortunately, Su Wanxi's head hit him somewhere directly.
"Ah, get away..."
Mo Xian's face twisted and he cursed through gritted teeth.
The key parts that had just been repaired were severely damaged again.
His face turned pale, big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body bowed.
"Ah! Xunlang, I...I didn't mean it!"
Su Wanxi screamed in horror and scrambled to get up from him.
Quickly crawl to the corner, far away from him.
At this moment, she could tell that Mo Xian was not having good luck today, so it was better to have less contact with him.
Not only did she have less contact, she wanted to send him away as soon as possible.
But Mo Xian was her financial backer, so she didn't dare to say anything about driving people away.
Mo Xian felt like he was possessed by a broom star today. He had never been so unlucky in a thousand years.
He was shocked and angry, endured the pain and sat cross-legged, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and began to repair his body.
After an unknown amount of time, the damaged area was finally repaired.
He opened his eyes tiredly and saw Su Wanxi hiding in the corner, trembling and looking at him timidly.
Mo Xian wanted to get angry, but he also knew that she didn't mean it.
With a cold snort, he stood up and went to the next room.
He had no intention of practicing at the moment, so he walked to the bed and fell asleep.
Su Wanxi didn't dare to follow and found a place to rest.
Here, the room was dark, with only a few rays of moonlight shining in from the window.
As soon as Mo Xian's head hit the pillow, he quickly fell asleep.
In a daze, he felt that he was in a strange place, surrounded by darkness.
"Where is this? Why am I here?"
He frowned and muttered to himself, looking around, trying to find a way out.
Suddenly, a thick fog surged into the darkness, and the thick fog spread quickly like a ghost.
Deep in the thick fog, there was a faint cry of misery, as if countless innocent souls were wailing.
Mo Xian felt strong uneasiness in his heart. He tried to use his spiritual power to disperse the thick fog, but found that his spiritual power could not be used here at all.
He was shocked for a moment, and saw that his body was unreal, and then he realized that he was dreaming.
Even though I knew it was a dream, the realistic fear was still there.
At this moment, two figures slowly emerged from the dark fog.
One big and one small.
The woman was dressed in red, as bright and eye-catching as blood. She was his Taoist companion from thousands of years ago, Yu Yao.
Her face was as pale as snow, but her beauty could not be concealed.
But at this moment, those beautiful eyes were full of hatred and sorrow, staring straight at him.
There was a little boy beside her. The little boy had a disembodied body and was holding his mother tightly.
His eyes were staring at him with cold hatred, and his facial features were somewhat similar to his own.
Mo Xian looked at Yu Yao, then at the little boy who looked somewhat similar to him, and panicked instantly.
He wanted to speak, but no sound came out.
"Mo Xian, you heartless person, do you still remember me and the child?"
Yu Yao's voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, cold and bone-chilling, "Today, I want you to pay with your blood."
She gently raised her hand, and the surrounding dense fog quickly rotated, turning into countless sharp ice thorns, whistling towards Mo Xian.
The little boy also said: "Dad, why are you so cruel and want to kill my mother and me?"
That childish voice was filled with endless anger, like a sharp blade, piercing into Mo Xian's heart.
Mo Xian looked at the two of them, with a sad smile on his jade-like handsome face. Looking at the sharp ice spikes whizzing towards him, he had no intention of avoiding them and allowed the ice spikes to pierce him.
"Yao'er, I have never forgotten you, nor our children. What happened back then was my fault, and I regret it, really."
The ice spikes pierced his body mercilessly, but no blood flowed out, but the heartbreaking pain was extremely real.