Zuo Mo woke up slowly, and his head still had a faint pain, but compared with the pain of being cut off before, it was much lesser.

Thinking of what happened before he fell unconscious, his face suddenly changed.

He is a clear-minded person, and when he is clear-headed, his thinking is very clear, and he quickly thinks through the causes and consequences. Hardly to think that it must have been the ghost of the black dandelion seed.

It was the one who released the sword intent, and then it was he who came to threaten himself.

Thinking of this, Zuo Mo's heart suddenly burned with anger.

actually pit on our heads, I just don't want to live!

He suddenly thought of what he seemed to have said before he fell unconscious, and his face couldn't help but change slightly. Didn't you hold on and succumb, right?

As soon as he thought of this, he hurriedly calmed down and entered his sea of knowledge.

As soon as he entered the sea of knowledge, he froze.

On the rolling hills, there are groups of lush ancient trees, and the grass is like an emerald green blanket. Finely fragmented wildflowers, mixed with green grass, add a bit of vividness.

It's like walking into a forest.

Before, his sea of knowledge was just a void, and now this picture is full of vitality......

Zuo Mo stayed in place completely, and the scene in front of him was far beyond his comprehension.

Walking on the grass in a daze, feeling the softness of the grass coming from the soles of my feet, the smell of grass, and the tip of my nose sniffing. Zuo Mo was in a trance, he was just a low-level cultivator of the eighth level of qi refining.

When his gaze set on a treeless hill, he immediately came back to his senses from his trance.

Running wildly towards the hill.

On the hill, a man in black sat on a stone tablet, surrounded by black clouds, with one hand on his lap and the other hand supporting his chin, looking relaxed and relaxed.

When he got closer, Zuo Mo saw the appearance of the man in black clearly.

Perfect face!

Zuo Mo never thought that a man would be so handsome. Neutral face, high nose bridge, black hair covering the left eye, right eye as narrow as a knife, faint red pupils like a bottomless blood abyss, thin and wide lips with a shallow but full of evil arcs. Each earlobe was inlaid with a small crimson diamond-shaped crystal, and the wide black clothes were soft and smooth, like his hair, shining with a black luster, sticking to him, revealing a strange charm.

For a while, Zuo Mo stood still, not knowing what to say. He was just an ordinary disciple of a small sect, when had he ever seen such an outstanding character?

"My name is Pu. In a pleasant and soft voice, he held his chin and stared at Zuo Mo with interest, and the arc of the corners of his mouth became more obvious: "What's your name?"

"Zuo Mo. He replied dumbfoundedly, he was dreaming. Pu just sat casually, but all the light of Zhihai seemed to be involuntarily sucked away by him. Of the female disciples of Dongfeng that Zuo Mo had seen, none of them looked better than Pu.

When a man grows up to this, he should cry.

When the idea popped up, Zuo Mo also came back to his senses. Pu's aura full of charm and amazement was suddenly shattered by this nonsensical idea.

As if noticing that Zuo Mo came back to his senses, Pu smiled lightly, not displeased, and still used his voice like a string: "It seems that we have been together for a long time, but I believe that we will get along happily." Oh, yes, this one for you. ”

Pu casually threw a ball of light to Zuo Mo, and countless symbols circulated on the surface of the ball of light.

"What is this?" Zuo Mo subconsciously caught the ball of light.

Rumble.

He was like being struck by lightning, his body stiffened, and countless characters were suddenly crammed into his mind, circling endlessly.

It's just a gadget, it can restore the divine sense, even if it's a greeting gift. Pu's tone was lazy: "Although I also want to eat and live for nothing, but I can't help it." Who told you to know the sea to pieces, fix it as soon as possible, lest I have to find a place again. ”

He waved his hand elegantly, and Zuo Mo, who was standing still, only felt his body tighten, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he had retreated from the sea of knowledge.

There was a sudden fear in his heart, and Pu seemed to be more powerful than he had imagined. Such an uncontrolled person is in his own sea of knowledge, no, it is the sea of knowledge that controls him! Zuo Mo did not have the slightest joy when he got it, and fear spread in his body like snake venom.

Swallowing with difficulty, he tried to suppress the fear in his heart, and he thought about what to do.

Reporting to the Master?

In the past two years, he has only met the head of the house once, that is, the time he was picked up by the head and he opened his eyes. As for the other elder teachers and uncles, he had never seen them all.

His greatest concern was another speculation.

He was very suspicious that Pu was most likely a demon!

Such a beautiful demon made him a little incredulous, but somehow, this suspicion was like a maggot attached to the bone, firmly staring in his mind, and it couldn't get rid of it.

Zuo Mo has never seen demons, and all his concepts of demons come from Yin Gui. It seems that when demons are mentioned, it is killing, death and bloodshed. But the relationship between demons and cultivators' natural enemies, he was still very clear. It is the duty of every cultivator to destroy demons, no matter where the cultivator is.

However, Zuo Mo was just an introductory cultivator who had just reached the eighth level of qi refining, not to mention destroying demons, it was estimated that demons would not bother to destroy him.

What worries him even more is that once others know that there is a demon in his body, he will definitely be destroyed by the demon guard, and he will be bombarded to the point that there is no scum left. In the eyes of those high-level cultivators, he was just an eighth-level Qi refining cultivator, and he was not even cannon fodder.

Maybe, he will throw himself directly into the alchemy furnace and refine with some demons......

He couldn't help but shudder, his heart pounded, and he hurriedly stopped these terrible conjectures.

In a trance, for two days in a row, Zuo Mo didn't seem to be in the world.

Naturally, you have to practice, otherwise, before you are crippled by the Pu Demon, you will be crippled first. Pu demon, this is Zuo Mo's redefinition of Pu, whether he is a demon or not, just what he looks like is enough to be a demon.

The effect is very good, and after a few days, his divine sense has improved by more than half, but Zuo Mo has no gratitude to the Pu Demon. Because he remembered that the reason why his divine consciousness was injured was because of the ghost of the pu demon.

In the past few days, he has not gone to know the sea again.

If at first glance, the deepest impression left by the Pu Demon on Zuo Mo was the demon, then now, the monster has been transformed into evil!

What the hell is this guy trying to do?

That's the real source of fear!

Zuo Mo soon discovers that his life has become terrible. For a cultivator who only aspires to be a spiritual planter, life is the most important thing.

He decided to talk to the Pu Demon.

Like last time, Pu sat leisurely on the stone tablet, still dressed in black. Seeing Zuo Mo, he smiled. The smile between the black clouds made him look full of evil. Speculation that Pu is a demon involuntarily popped up again.

Zuo Mo's heart trembled, he was not lacking in courage, but when the other party was in absolute control, he would not do such a stupid act as showing courage. He suddenly noticed the stele under Pu's body, the half-human-high stele was surrounded by black clouds, and when it inadvertently swept to the surface of the stele, he couldn't help but froze.

Grave!

It's a tomb!

It's not a stele, it's a tombstone!

He was startled, and his heart beat a little faster.

"What? want to talk to me?" The lazy voice, I don't know if this tombstone is a ghost, Zuo Mo always feels that Pu's voice exudes a coldness, which can easily penetrate into people's hearts.

Zuo Mo calmed down for a moment, and a flattering smile appeared on his face: "Big brother, you see, my cultivation is so low, I am so thin that I have clean bones, and I don't have a few catties of meat, it's not delicious." ”

"Eat?" Pu suddenly smiled, opened his crimson right pupil, and said leisurely: "Speaking of delicious human flesh, well, it's a bit long." The best human flesh has a lot of exquisiteness, sixteen or seventeen girls are the best, the meat is tender and crispy, tsk. ”

The scarlet tongue licked his lips, his expression full of aftertaste.

Seeing Zuo Mo's heart jumping, he reluctantly smiled: "Yes, yes, do you see if you are a different person?"

"Replacement?" Pu tilted his head and stared at Zuo Mo: "What? are you not happy?

Being stared at by Pu's crimson right pupil, Zuo Mo's heart was cold, and he shook his hand again and again: "No, no! This is my honor! Honor!"

Seeming to be very satisfied with Zuo Mo's answer, Pu retracted his gaze, closed his right eye again, and said casually: "How many Jindan periods do disciples of your generation have?"

Zuo Mo shook his head.

"Eight?"

Zuo Mo continued to shake his head.

"Five?"

Zuo Mo finally couldn't help it, he felt that the other party was making fun of him: "There is no one." Senior brother of the same generation, the highest cultivation is at the end of foundation building. ”

For the first time, Pu's face, whose right eye was slightly closed, showed a stunned expression, which made Zuo Mo very proud.

After a while, Pu shook his head and sighed: "No wonder you are so bad." ”

Zuo Mo almost vomited blood.

Pu opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Zuo Mo again, he looked up and down, held his chin in his hand, and said to himself: "The body is really weak enough, huh?"

The other party commented on himself as if he were examining an object, which made Zuo Mo feel very unhappy, but Pu's "huh" made his heart jump suddenly.

"Is there a problem?" he asked. He knew that his body was not normal, his zombie-like stiff face, and the dream that had appeared countless times, crossed his heart like a thorn.

Pu raised his head, the hair on his forehead almost covered the left half of his face, and the red right pupil that was not blocked glanced at Zuo Mo's face, and the corners of his mouth went up: "No problem." ”

"Well, although you suck, you are not so rotten that you are incurable. Pu resumed his lazy tone.

"What I want to ask is......" Zuo Mo decided to have a showdown with Pu, he wanted to find out what Pu wanted to do.

"Oh, yes. Pu interrupted Zuo Mo, he narrowed his blood-red right eye, and his thin lips provoked to the side: "Let's start practicing." How's it going, it's not bad? I almost forgot to tell you, it's good, but there's a problem. ”

Zuo Mo's heart pounded, and he had an ominous premonition.

"Once you start practicing, you can't stop, and it is said that if you don't practice for three months to the point of having a baby, there will be a little problem. ”

He raised his right hand, spread out his five fingers, the corners of his mouth were raised higher, and his bright red pupils seemed to be more vivid: "Actually, it's just some small pains like blood backlash." Well, you know, I used to have a very creative friend who was in charge of the prison. ”

Pu tells a story like a story.

"Once, he came across a very hard prick. He tried his best, but he couldn't pry this guy's mouth open. He asked me for it, and he sent one of his men, disguised as a prisoner, to approach this guy. Then, through the mouths of his men, I taught him this method. Well, you know, I've always admired him for his creativity and patience. ”

He said with a little excitement: "It's a pity that the prisoner's talent is not good, three months, he just didn't practice a breath, well, I always felt that my friend must have deliberately missed a sentence or two." ”

"What happened later?" asked Zuo Mo in a trembling voice.

"Later?" the smile on Pu's face was even brighter: "I recruited him for three months and one day, but my friend was soft-hearted and didn't kill him." He hung himself in one breath for three months, begging my friend to kill him every day. What a pleasure to listen to such a delicate and gentle wail! It is said that when he died, oh, his soul exploded like fireworks, and it was very beautiful. ”

A bone-chilling chill spread along Zuo Mo's body.

His poor nerves were like springs that had been pressed to the extreme, and all the pent-up anger exploded at once, and he lost his mind on the spot, howling and rushing towards Pu

- "You perverted shemale!