The stunning beauty is spoiled by the fast-wearing bosses

Chapter 450 The Last Journey (15)

Huo Wunian snorted coldly: "You are just a Jindan cultivator, what can you accomplish?

Even if the immortal cultivation sect really ceases to exist in the future, your master will make proper arrangements for you.

When that time comes, you can go to the mortal world to live out the rest of your life, or go to the spirit tribe to find a place to stay, but you must not stay here.

You need to know that you have lived in the Demon Realm for a long time, and you have been infected with a lot of demonic energy, which has caused your cultivation to continuously decline, and even your life span is almost gone. Don’t you know all this?"

Yan Xue slowly shook her head after hearing this, "Master, I understand your good intentions, but if you sacrifice me, our Xiuxian Sect can survive for a few more years.

Isn't this a good deal? Master, you should go back soon. I am doing well here. Please don't come back again."

"No!" Huo Wunian shouted firmly, "You must return with me. It will be futile for you to stay here and will only increase casualties!"

Mo Shang had just taken a sip of the wine, and the mellow aroma of the wine filled his mouth.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt something strange. Why did that woman's emotions fluctuate so much?

The black magic silk robe was originally prepared for the Demon Queen, so if Yan Xue had big mood swings, he could feel it.

In an instant, Mo Shang's figure disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing this, Lord Yue, who was toasting everyone, was stunned on the spot, with the wine glass in his hand suspended in mid-air.

Guangyin, who was standing nearby, was also shocked, but he quickly reacted and said,

"City Lord Yue, it's getting late. I think Lord Demon has gone back to rest. Let's finish this early."

Upon hearing this, Yue Ze hurriedly smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I was not thoughtful enough." Then he bowed to Guang Yin and said, "Sir, please have a good rest."

At the same time, Mo Shang narrowed his eyes slightly and listened to the conversation between the people in the room.

Only a woman's gentle voice was heard: "Xiaoxue, hurry up and follow the master. Have you forgotten your brother Guo? He has been waiting for you!"

Hearing this, Yan Xue's heart was gripped.

It turned out that this Senior Brother Guo was the son of the headmaster. Although there was an age difference of more than 200 years between them, Senior Brother Guo had always taken good care of the original owner.

The original owner naturally had some special feelings for Brother Guo, but this feeling had not yet been expressed and had always been in a vague state.

However, both the original owner and Senior Brother Guo understood each other's intentions very well in their hearts.

As Yan Xue's master, Huo Wunian is well aware of the subtle feelings between the two.

At this moment, Mo Shang, who was standing outside the door, heard the conversation coming from inside the house, and an uncontrollable anger suddenly surged in his heart.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and he suddenly raised his right foot and kicked hard at the closed door.

There was a loud bang, and the sturdy door was easily opened as if it were paper.

Wood chips flew everywhere and dust rose up.

Yan Xue in the room was looking at the door in astonishment. When she saw that the person coming was Mo Shang and wanted to stop him, it was too late.

Mo Shang raised his hand without hesitation and swung it towards Huo Wunian with a fierce gust of wind.

Huo Wunian had no time to react at all before he was knocked several meters away by the powerful palm.

With a dull crash, Huo Wunian fell heavily to the ground, and the blood spurting out of his mouth dyed a large area of ​​the ground red.

Yan Xue was terrified and rushed madly towards her master who was lying in a pool of blood.

"Master! Master, how are you?" Yan Xue fell beside her master, calling out in a trembling voice.

However, Huo Wunian was already dying at this moment. He could only slightly open his eyes and said in an extremely weak voice: "Xiaoxue... go quickly..."

As he said this, he stuffed the scroll in his arms into Yan Xue's arms.

But before Yan Xue could make any move, Mo Shang waved his finger again, and Yan Xue flew straight out like a kite with a broken string.

After landing, Yan Xue ignored the pain on her body and struggled to get up.

Mo Shang looked at everything happening in front of him expressionlessly. The palm wind came whistling, and Huo Wunian was hit again, spitting blood from the mouth, and flew backwards again.

Huo Wunian looked at the man in black who was emitting a terrifying aura not far away, and his heart was filled with despair.

She never expected that she couldn't even take a single move from this person.

She slowly closed her eyes, knowing that she could not escape today.

Yan Xue desperately crawled to Mo Shang's feet, hugged his legs tightly, and begged in tears,

"Demon Lord! Demon Lord, please let my master go! She just came to see if I was doing well, she didn't mean any harm! Please..."

Mo Shang's blood-red eyes stared coldly at the woman begging at his feet, and a cruel smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Humph, didn't you want to leave me? Why, are you begging me again now?"

Yan Xue waved her hands in panic and said hurriedly, "No! No! I won't leave! I absolutely won't leave!"

A cold smile appeared on Mo Shang's lips, and that smile was chilling. He said coldly: "Humph, no one has ever been able to escape from my palm."

Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand again, and a powerful aura instantly spread out.

Huo Wunian on the side closed her eyes in despair. She knew very well that she would die from this blow.

However, at this moment, her heart was calm and she had no regrets.

For her, being able to see her beloved daughter at the last moment of her life was enough.

At this moment, Yan Xue used all her strength, grabbed the man's robe tightly, stood up with difficulty, and threw herself into the man's arms without hesitation.

"Please, please let her go!" Yan Xue shouted at the top of her lungs, tears pouring out like a broken dam.

"She is my master, the person closest to me and the one I love the most in this world! I will never leave you, ever!

I am willing to stay by your side for the rest of my life, and never leave you. Please spare her life! Okay? Okay?"

Yan Xue's face was covered with tears and her eyes were filled with endless pleading.

Mo Shang stared at the woman in his arms expressionlessly. When his gaze met her tearful eyes, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

Watching the woman's tears falling continuously, his heartstrings seemed to be gently plucked.

He put down his raised hand, his voice still cold and ruthless: "Forget it, let her go!"

When Yan Xue heard this, she was stunned at first, and then an expression of surprise and joy blossomed on her face, as if she had heard the most beautiful music in the world.

She didn't dare to delay for a moment, and hugged Mo Shang tightly with both hands, saying thank you non-stop: "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much..."