"Tell me." Mo Zhiyang sat up straight and finally looked at the eldest disciple in front of him, "What can I do?" The most important thing now is to increase the abuse value.
There are still 60, maybe it will be a bloody battle.
"Junior Brother Lu has always been full of love for you. If you can marry Junior Brother Lu, it will be no problem!" After Qionghua finished speaking tremblingly, she carefully observed the master's face.
He was afraid that the master would be unhappy and kill her directly.
Upon hearing this, Mo Zhiyang was stunned for a moment, then remained silent for a long time: Marry him? As an old married couple, it seems a little embarrassing to do this kind of ritual all the time~
No, now we need to increase the abuse value. If we marry him and then torture him, it might be a good choice.
"Master?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Qionghua was even more frightened, "Master, actually I'm just talking, don't take it seriously."
Mo Zhiyang did not blame her, but asked this question, "If I marry him, will he really let go of the world of cultivation?"
"Y-yes?" After all, he said it himself. Qionghua nodded affirmatively. That's how the novel is written anyway, "Yes, it can definitely be done, Master!"
"If the world of cultivation can be saved..." Mo Zhiyang was shaken and waved his hand for her to retreat.
Qionghua was waiting outside, but not long after, she saw Qiao An inviting the sect leader and Lin Xianjun over. She sighed in her heart: They were doing CP on the spot, and they felt uncomfortable when they didn't do well.
Qionghua and Qiao An were waiting outside and heard the two of them quarreling. Not long after, Lin Xianjun came out with a cold face and said nothing, which was a bit scary.
In their impression, Lin Xianjun always looked gentle and elegant. This was the first time he had such an expression.
Qionghua knew that the conversation must have collapsed, "Oh."
"Senior Sister." Qiao An also sighed, knowing that Senior Brother Lu was actually the Demon Lord. This was too shocking. "At the beginning, Second Senior Brother questioned Senior Brother Lu's identity, and was expelled from Kaixian Sect by the sect leader. Unexpectedly, we were all at fault."
She didn't know he was wearing this vest, "Yes." Qionghua shook her head and sighed.
After all, everyone was persuaded. Three days later, Mo Zhiyang put on a red dress and sat on his knees in the bamboo forest in the backyard, holding a meter-long green bamboo in his hand, waiting for someone.
"Where's Master?" Here, Lu Jishi came. At this time, he had unlocked the restrictions on his body, completely revealing his demonic nature, but he was also wearing red clothes.
The sect leader lowered his eyes and said, "In the bamboo forest at the back of the mountain."
Actually, it takes an immortal king to feed demons with his body in order to gain peace in the world of immortality.
"Hahaha!" With just a wave of his hand, Lu Jishi broke the mountain-protecting formation and swaggered towards the bamboo forest.
"You're here." Mo Zhiyang sat on his knees on the ground, his red robe draped over the dead leaves, and he raised his head slightly.
Lu Jishi stood in front of him, leaning slightly, trying to get the piece of green bamboo, "Finally, I tricked the master into coming."
"Kill me." Mo Zhiyang muttered, the hand holding the bamboo trembling slightly.
Reaching out to take the bamboo, Lu Jishi turned the bamboo in his hand and said, "Master, I want you to be with me for a long time, how can I kill you?"
"But I hate you. I hate you from the bottom of my heart. I wish I could tear you into pieces!" Mo Zhiyang suddenly raised his head and stood up with a bamboo stick to look at him levelly.
System prompt: Abuse value is 60, 70! The host is great!
"You lied to me, you are the Demon Lord, but you lied to me, and you were the one who repeatedly played with me, and humiliated me with the shackles and barriers!" Holding the bamboo and placing it against his chest, Mo Zhiyang sneered, "I really hate you."
System prompt: Abuse value is 80.
Mo Zhiyang also didn't expect: Damn it, I didn't expect this trick to be so effective!
"You hate me, why don't I hate you?" Lu Jishi didn't hesitate and stepped forward, placing the bamboo against his chest. "I hate you. You teased me and made me fall in love with you, but you had no intention of me. You even planned to abandon me and marry someone else. You didn't reject me, but you didn't love me either."
Being pressed by him step by step, Mo Zhiyang stepped back step by step, and finally his back was pressed against a bamboo, "It's impossible between you and me. I am an immortal and you are a devil."
Perhaps it was the impossible sentence that touched Lu Jishi, "For you, I can do anything. Anything is possible."
No one in the world can stop me from being with Master.
"If you want to ascend, it doesn't matter. I can fly with you. If you want to fall into hell, it doesn't matter, I can do it too." Lu Jishi showed a gentle smile and took off the bamboo that was pressed against his chest.
"Master, if I walk 800 miles from the underworld, I can wait for you. On this 800-step ladder, I can wait for you even if I kowtow step by step. Where can't we be together?"
Gradually approaching him, Lu Jishi stroked his cheek and said, "Master, as long as you are willing and you say I am your disciple, I will always be your beloved disciple."
A devil is willing to put shackles for you.
Indulgence is just liking, and being willing to restrain himself for you is love.
There was still 20 abuse points, but Mo Zhiyang couldn't do anything to him anymore. He gritted his teeth, pushed him away, and in front of him, he took the bamboo sword and killed himself.
"Master!"
System prompt: The abuse value is 200. F*ck, what should I do if it exceeds the limit?!
Outside the field, the students applauded: The boss is the boss, wonderful~
In the world of cultivating immortals, Mo Xianjun could not bear the humiliation of the demon king and hanged himself. Since then, the Immortal Sect has lost one immortal king, but its power has grown stronger and stronger.
Because of Mo Xianjun's generous sacrifice, the world of immortal cultivation was peaceful. This kind of righteousness was something that no one else had.
"Mo Xianjun, it's snowing. When are you coming back?" Lin Xianjun stood in front of the window, clutching the bamboo section in his hand. Outside the house was a large bamboo forest, and the falling bamboo leaves looked like snow.
At this time, Mo Xianjun had woken up a long time ago and was still lying in the arms of his good disciple, eating grapes. He pushed his hand away with some disgust and said, "Not peeled."
"Master, I have spoiled you rotten." Lu Jishi shook his head helplessly, saying this, but carefully peeled off the grape skins. "Master, my demon world is much more comfortable than the immortal world."
It was a fake death. Mo Zhiyang had already calculated that he must be dealt a cruel blow, so he planned a fake death.
He took the bamboo sword and committed suicide just to earn some abuse points and make him feel bad. When he was crying while holding the fake body, the real Mo Zhiyang appeared behind him and kicked him on the back. "Why are you mourning?"
Hearing the master's voice, Lu Jishi turned around and saw a living master. He cried with joy. He hugged him and laughed, carrying him back to the demon world.
There is only one corpse left. Good fellow, now the whole world of immortal cultivators thinks that Mo Xianjun is dead.
Hidden in the magnificent Demon Palace is a person who is more noble than the Demon Lord, a person who can make the Demon Lord bend down and put on his shoes, but no one has ever seen him.
He just lamented that the Demon King had deep love for him.
Mo Zhiyang did not choose to ascend. Although he was a semi-immortal, he still had a lifespan. He died in his disciple's arms, peacefully and comfortably.
"Good Master, the underworld is eight hundred miles away. Slow down and I will go find you right away." Lu Jishi hugged his body and jumped into the lake.
If you leave me, immortality is the greatest torture.
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