My long stream is you

Chapter 991 One Thought Becomes a Demon (7)

There was a buzzing in his head, Ye Qi managed to regain his composure, endured his grief and said: "Alchemist Huang, you need to think of a way, the hope of the sect depends entirely on you."

Alchemist Huang: "..."

What's going on, why is it even involved with the sect.

Mo Zhi glanced at Ye Qi, he didn't bother to pay attention to the master who was convulsing from time to time, and looked at Mo Xi with gloomy eyes.

Hearing Ye Qi's words, Mo Xi opened his eyes that had been closed for a while, "Don't put too much pressure on me, I'm fine, if it doesn't work, don't worry."

Alchemist Huang was wondering, and heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, "I have a bottle of Qingling Wenshen Dan. Although it can't help you recover, it's better than nothing, and it can relieve you."

Mo Xi nodded lightly when he heard the words, "Thank you."

Alchemist Huang said no and left here.

Ye Qi looked at Mo Xi worriedly, with a sad expression that the country was about to perish.

It made Mo Xi want to ignore but couldn't.

She turned her eyes and said helplessly, "Don't worry, I won't trouble you."

"But what if... what if Dong Duofeng comes to your door?" Ye Qi was not comforted at all, and was still deeply worried.

Dong Duofeng is a junior who has friendship with the original owner, but he is also considered a giant in the world of immortality. In order to enter Xuanguang Sect and get close to Mo Zhi, Mo Xi asked him to help him be a middleman.

Mo Zhi heard Dong Duofeng's name and raised his eyes.

When did Master have a friend like Dong Duofeng?

Dong Duofeng's reputation is extremely resounding in the entire world of cultivating immortals. If it is said that Ye Qi and Dong Duofeng are friends, Mo Zhi doesn't believe a word.

Mo Xi cast a vague glance at Mo Zhi, then shrank back under the quilt.

"Then you can contact Dong Duofeng and tell him to come pick me up."

Ye Qi's eyes brightened immediately, but then he was dejected again.

"I can't get in touch."

Mo Xi: "..."

This person must have been humbly pushed to become the suzerain.

Mo Xi took out a talisman from the storage ring and threw it to Ye Qi.

Ye Qi quickly caught it.

"Write what you want to say on this piece of paper and burn it."

Ye Qi's whole face lit up, "I'll go right away."

Mo Xi: "..."

I don't want to talk about it.

After Ye Qi left, Mo Xi turned his head to look at Mo Zhi.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

"..." As if being poked in the center of his mind, Mo Zhi's expression was a little unnatural, "I'm not worried about you, I just find it troublesome."

Mo Xi closed her eyes and responded softly, "Yes."

Her voice was as weak as dust, and could dissipate with just a blow, Mo Zhi frowned.

Maoqiu watched him stand in front of the bed for a long time, stopped talking from the beginning to the end, until he walked out, he was suddenly unhappy.

[The host became like this because of him, so it’s better for him...]

"Hairball."

Mo Xi's voice was still very soft, but it was full of irreversible majesty.

The hairball trembled, and closed its mouth, with an aggrieved expression.

Mo Xi half-opened his eyes, seeing its appearance, he helplessly whispered, "Come here."

The fur ball rubbed against it, and she opened the quilt for a moment, hugged it in her arms, closed the quilt and said, "Sleep."

Bai Tuanzi's mood suddenly changed, and he groaned in his heart.

The host still likes it the most.

It grew a little bigger, keeping itself warm.

Mo Xi slept through the night and was woken up.

The familiar breath enveloped her, and she knew who it was without thinking at all.

Mo Zhi picked up the quilt, and suddenly found that there was a circle in front of her, which was soft when he pressed it, and when he pulled it apart a little, he saw a white ball.

(End of this chapter)