The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

"Ah, I didn't know if I ate something unclean and felt a little uncomfortable..."

"Here, I seem to have drunk too much, I have to go back and rest."

"If you put it this way, my arm seemed to be twisted when I tried the sword with other fairy elders today..."

I don't know who took the lead to retreat, and then, all the Taoist elders and immortals seemed to be suffering from serious and minor illnesses at the same time. After understanding Mu Qing and the meaning of "the demons may be attacking", they all covered their hands. He bent his back and supported his head.

That scene was very similar to the way Bai Lin put his forehead on the radiator to pretend to be sick in order to skip class when he was a child.

In the end, he was seen through by his mother, and his butt hurt for several days.

36 tricks, walking is the best strategy, since they can't beat them, all the priests are thinking about is how to escape.

But Immortal Chief Xinglan, as the leader, must have seen through these people's tricks, so he should be able to say something.

Bai Lin looked at Immortal Xinglan expectantly, only to see that he just couldn't stop sighing.

He is a good old man, if it wasn't for Mu Qinghe who said he would retire thousands of years ago, he wouldn't want to take over the mess of the fairy world!

...Damn it, is it possible to just watch this group of people retreat so openly?

Bai Lin looked at Master expectantly, but the latter was still drinking tea calmly.

Hey hey hey, has even the master started to follow Buddhism?This group of people was frightened and restless, but it seemed like nothing happened.

"They'll be back."

Mu Qinghe saw that Bai Lin wanted to rush up to stop the group of people with some youthful spirit, and put down the teacup, his tone was very affirmative.

Bai Lin paused for a moment, then obediently sat beside the master.

After a stick of incense, the facts confirmed the correctness of Master's words.

Immortal Xinglan originally sat at the empty table with three people, and the chief seemed embarrassed, especially when the other two were stuffing him with dog food while eating and drinking.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps coming from the mountain pass, and at the same time, an unlucky dark purple-black cloud rose from the bottom of the mountain.

"Already... already killed down the mountain..."

"How dare we wait until we all go up the mountain, and then encircle and suppress from the bottom of the mountain, damn it..."

"That monster with the magic piano is so scary!"

Bai Lin hadn't finished eating the sweet-scented osmanthus shortbread when he saw the group of people who retreated just now came back the same way.

He pouted dissatisfied, if Mu Qinghe hadn't stopped their drunkenness in time, they might have lost their lives right now!

A group of people huddled near the narrow mountain pass, watching Xianzhang Xinglan, Qinghe Xianzun and the little Taoist priest still sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, lined up in a line of embarrassment.

"Everyone, since the demons have entered the hinterland, I think we should join hands to deal with them."

Immortal Xinglan said a nonsense at the right time.

At this time, the mountain has been heavily besieged by the demon clan led by Mu Lingsang, and they have nowhere to go except to fight to the death.

Mu Qinghe glanced at the crowd with disdain, then picked up the Demon Slaying Sword, and walked up to Immortal Xinglan.

"Escape, where can you escape to?"

His voice is like jade from the extreme north, extremely cold.

Bai Lin followed him, looked at the sentient beings below, and suddenly understood why the master had not cared about the world for thousands of years.

The fairy world is nothing more than that, peeling off the shell of "justice" that it claims to be, and it is full of ugly appearances.

But can this war really be won?