Chapter 130 Indeedity

It is the witchcraft infatuation and concentric spell of the witch clan. It is said that in ancient times, witch women were enthusiastic and unrestrained, and did not follow the etiquette as they do now. They dare to love and hate to hold power with men. Among the legendary twelve witch ancestors, there are several daughters. Among the witch clan, most of the men are powerful, but women are far more powerful than men. Therefore, if these witches see people they like, they will boldly pursue them.

This infatuation and concentric spell was created by a witch woman. When you meet your beloved, you can perform such witchcraft, sacrifice with the man's blood and the woman's green silk, and point out a little infatuation mole under the woman's lower abdomen, which means that this mole can only be seen by the south in this life. You will never leave it for a lifetime and never regret it until death. However, the green silk turns into a concentric knot entangled around the man's heart, which means that it will always be the same heart and the world will last forever. If there is a betrayal, the green silk will lock and break the heart, and there is nothing you can do.

After all, it has not been figured out whether Gan Ping saw his body or not. This boy is the beloved disciple of Mo Nianfeng and Wu Yizi. Moreover, he has just set the name of Ma Linger and his master and apprentice, and turned around and was about to kill his disciple's fiance. Such things can't be done without sound. Therefore, he had to cast this spell of infatuation and with the help of Ma Linger's hair and Gan Ping's blood, the two were firmly tied together. From then on, they lived together.

The voiceless breathed a long sigh of relief. In this way, there was only Linger in Gan Ping's heart. Even if he saw his body before, he subconsciously believed that he saw Ma Linger. However, Wuyin did not notice that there was also a Binghuo Yuan Gang in Ganping's thunderous body. The originally fragile inner body became more and more strong in the refining of this flame, and the concentric seal of the heart was also quietly loosened.

Sitting down all this, Wuyin picked up Gan Ping's collar and flew out of the cave. When he came to the mouth of the cave, he closed the bamboo wall and squinted at the sunlight scattered in the mountains. Wuyin took a deep breath and felt like a different world.

In the bamboo building of Miao Cuifeng, Mo Lianfeng was sitting on the chair and saw the soundless red figure floating in. Mo Lianfeng quickly grabbed the tea bowl and took a sip as if he had nothing to do. Then he was stunned to find that the teacup was already empty. Mo Congfeng put down the tea bowl with embarrassment and turned his head to Wuyin. Although there was no fluctuation on his face, the concern in his eyes deeply betrayed him.

Looking up, Mo Zhenfeng couldn't help but be surprised. When there was no sound before, his face was charming **, like a woman who fell into the dust. Although he came back in a red coat, he changed back to the cold and frost of a hundred years ago. In a blink of an eye, it changed so much that Mo Yufeng was a little unprepared for a moment. Looking at Wuyin's body, the long skirt that was originally wandering became small and short. The white calves under the skirt made Mo Congfeng's eyes shrink and turn elsewhere.

Wuyin raised his hand, and Mo Lianfeng suddenly felt something flying. He quickly reached out and hugged him. It was Gan Ping who was still working with his eyes closed. Mo Minfeng was very surprised. He suddenly felt a burst of numbness in his hand. He raised the thunder's faint right hand. Mo Yufeng was surprised and said, "Wen Leichi water? Wuyin, did you let him enter Wenleichi?" When Wuyin heard Mo Congfeng's words, his face was slightly red and let this boy enter the Wenleichi? How could it be that I was still in the pool at that time?

"It was he who had to get close to it before he was infected with this thunder. If he entered it, how could he live?" Mo Congfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He was in chaos if he cared about it. The thunder in the thunder pool was rippling and domineering. Even the cultivation of Jindan realm did not dare to try it at will. If this boy really fell into it, he would have become a scum.

Thinking of this, Mo Congfeng put Gan Ping aside and looked straight at Wuyin. Seeing that his eyes were full of fiery meaning, Wuyin panicked for no reason. He quickly brushed his sleeves and said, "Brother Mo, since this matter is over, please go back!" With that, I had to go back. I was really too tired today. I worked hard, and my cultivation was reduced a lot, but fortunately, I cut off the demon spirit. At this point, the idea was clear, and the road of practice was unimpeded. As long as it took time, the realm of the yuan god was not difficult. At that time, let's see how Mo Jiefeng said it.

Just when Wuyin ordered to turn around and leave, a leisurely sigh came from behind him, "Wuyin, haven't you put it down for so many years?" Hearing this, Wuyin stood there, his body trembled, and his thin shoulders were particularly helpless under the narrow dress. Looking at the shaking figure, a trace of tenderness flashed in Mo Qianfeng's eyes.

What he didn't expect was that the low laughter came from the silent mouth with his back to him. It gradually became bigger and became more and more crazy. Finally, he looked up to the sky and smiled. The harsh laughter made Mo Zhenfeng couldn't help shaking his head. Before he was born, Wuyin had turned around. Although he was smiling, he had already burst into tears.

"Put it down? Why should I put it down? You and my childhood sweethearts swear to heaven, what's the result? Men are all virtuous and lustful. When they see the fox Meizi, they are not even willing to move their eyes away! Let me put it down? What to put down? Do you turn a blind eye to your dew marriage? Are you servile to a beautiful man like you? I don't understand that I'm not as good as that fox Meizi!" The more Wuyin said, the more excited he became. He looked crazy. Obviously, it was the grievances of more than a hundred years that broke out at this moment.

Mo Xiufeng's face was dark, and he looked at the crazy voiceless, "Then you go to practice that dangerous secret skill? Don't you know that the magic skills are not the opposite? Why don't you even want to see me afterwards? I waited for a month at the foot of the mountain, but you blocked the green peak, launched a mountain protection array, and didn't let me go further..."

"Why did you come in to see my ugliness? I don't believe that I can't compare with the fox of the demon fox clan. I will be better than her!" Looking at Wuyin's firm eyes, Mo Congfeng sighed in his heart, "Wuyin, your thoughts have deviated. I have nothing to do with that Hua Wanqing. I have been cultivating my mind in the mountains for more than a hundred years. At that time, you didn't let me explain..."

"Hold your mouth, Mo Congfeng, do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Can I misread what I see with my own eyes? You don't have to quibble. Take your disciple back. Don't come to my humble peak forever in the future!" With that, he turned around and left, firm and determined.

Mo Congfeng is in a hurry. If she doesn't make this matter clear today, maybe there will be some big mistake in the future. If she launches another protective array to block herself, won't she see her in a hundred years? Although the Taoist monk's life is long, it is not such a profligate method. What's more, seeing that the soundless breath in front of him is weak, it is obvious that his cultivation has retreated greatly and has been deeply hurt. If she is allowed to go, maybe this time it will be separated forever.

Thinking of this, Mo Yuefeng can't care much. What kind of person he has suffered from this cowardice for more than a hundred years, and now he has to send it. Mo Congfeng came to the back of Wuyin in two steps and hugged her. Wuyin was about to leave coldly and was hugged by Mo Feng from behind. He couldn't help but be ashamed and angry. For a moment, he forgot the divine channel method and struggled desperately with his strength.

"You... Let go of me, do you think I'm the witch who can't wait for shame? Are you going to let go? Mo Yufeng, you despicable and shameless villain, lustful villain, let me go..." While scolding this, he kept struggling without sound, but Mo Yufeng was determined to pay attention and would not let go of this beloved person in any case. The two master-level figures, who are thousands of years old, are ridiculously fighting in this bamboo building, just like a child.

I was so angry that I was so shameless that I was shameless by the witch**. When I did such a shameful thing, I even had the face to come back and plead with myself. Now he hugs himself arrogantly and unreasonably. He only feels sorry for the great loss of his cultivation, and his soul is uncertain. Even if he wants to use a spell, he owes it. However, the faint man's breath behind him came, but it made Wuyin blush a little. For many years, he had not smelled this familiar breath and was not surrounded by this embrace. Although Wuyin struggled for a while, he was a little confused.