MTL - I’m Always the Villain-Chapter 108 Furnace Master 13

As Sang Jiuchi kept looking at him, the God of War finally bowed his head in embarrassment.

But soon, he raised his head again, and said inwardly, "Master was so enthusiastic just now."

Sang Jiuchi leaned on the bed lazily, ignoring the God of War's teasing, and looked at the God of War with a strange expression.

The God of War did not realize that Sang Jiuchi had discovered his identity, and continued his performance, "Is the master planning to be a furnace for me?"

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

The God of War sat awkwardly in the chair, and just when he was about to be embarrassed to death by himself, Sang Jiuchi said leisurely, "Dai Luolin?"

"Huh?" The God of War responded subconsciously.

This name he called two planes, and it was also the name by which he first knew Sang Jiuchi.

Just after answering, the God of War immediately reacted to what he said.

The God of War was even more embarrassed. He was stripped of his waistcoat by his lover, and the God of War gave up hiding, "When did you know?"

Sang Jiuchi: "I felt a little strange when I first came here, and I only understood it when I was in the secret realm."

Sang Jiuchi limped from the bed and walked in front of the God of War, lifting his chin to force him to meet his eyes.

The deep eyes were suddenly engraved with starry eyes.

The God of War was a little dazed for a while, he looked into Sang Jiuchi's eyes and found that there was only his own figure in his eyes, and in Sang Jiuchi's view, there was only his own figure in the deep eyes of the God of War.

The bits and pieces of the once five worlds poured into my mind bit by bit from the depths of my heart, and then sank into my heart.

The God of War rolled his throat, and his broad arms gently pulled Sang Jiuchi into his arms.

The God of War hugged his lover tightly, all the restlessness in his heart faded away, leaving only the most primitive satisfaction.

He sighed happily, put his chin between Sang Jiuchi's slender neck, and absorbed the fragrance from the other's hair, "It's great to finally see you."

The God of War's voice was low and hoarse, with the solemnity precipitated by time.

Sang Jiuchi moved slightly in his heart, put his arm around the opponent's waist, and put his chin on the opponent's shoulder.

In the time that followed, the two hugged so tightly, neither of them said anything, but they seemed to have said everything.

When their souls collided with everything, all the words seemed to be unimportant.

I don't know how long it took, just when the God of War thought that Sang Jiuchi had fallen asleep, he heard a dull voice from Sang Jiuchi, "Have you been here for a long time?"

The God of War was stunned for a moment, and soon smiled softly, "How did you know."

Sang Jiuchi: "Fan Lu is only at the foundation-building stage, and only at the Nascent Soul stage when you come out of the refining volcano. But you are too strong now. Anything that doesn't make sense will always pay a price."

The God of War patted Sang Jiuchi's back like a child, "Our Chi God has always been very smart, and we are now."

Sang Jiuchi paused, then continued: "Actually, there is another reason."

God of War: "What?"

Sang Jiuchi: "Because you dare not recognize me. The life of this plane is long and solid, and the combined time of the first five planes may not be as long as this plane. If you can accompany me through this world , why won't you recognize me?"

The God of War gave a wry smile, "Sometimes I really wish you could be a little stupid occasionally."

Sang Jiuchi bit the firm and hard shoulder of the God of War, "Tell me everything you know, hurry up."

The God of War's skin was extremely hard, and Sang Jiuchi took a bite, like grinding his teeth.

The God of War was bitten by him. Now that Sang Jiuchi has guessed it, the God of War will no longer hide it. He woke up to protect Sang Jiuchi, came here to guess, and told all these things about the conspiracy of the Dark God. Sang Jiuchi.

Sang Jiuchi suddenly realized, "That's why you changed the identities of the two of us. What is your current level of cultivation?"

The God of War replied casually: "Not much, God-level. I dare not say anything else, there should be no one in this cultivation world who is my opponent."

Sang Jiuchi was not surprised. He left the God of War and looked down at the God of War, "How long can you stay in this world?"

The God of War revealed his wrist, "When this line reaches my wrist, my body will die because I can't bear the cultivation base."

Sang Jiuchi was a little worried: "What about your soul?"

Aware of Sang Jiuchi's concern, the God of War put on a smile, "Don't worry, my soul will naturally return to the temple at that time."

Sang Jiuchi was still a little worried, and asked again: "Really? Didn't you lie to me?"

The God of War smiled bitterly, because of his temporary concealment, his lover seemed to have a crisis of trust.

He hurriedly looked at Sang Jiuchi and said earnestly, word by word, "Really, I will never lie to you again."

Only then did Sang Jiuchi feel relieved, and he picked up the arm of the God of War and looked at it.

The black line like an earthworm has climbed to the position of his forearm, and is very close to his wrist. "How long will this be?"

God of War thought for a while, "A few months."

Sang Jiuchi sat down beside the God of War. He had too many things to say to the God of War.

Although the previous planes were also God of War, they did not have the memory of God of War, and some things could not be communicated at all.

"How far has your soul recovered now? What else can I do for you?"

The God of War looked at his lover's concerned eyes, and his heart was suddenly soaked with warmth. He grabbed a strand of Sang Jiuchi's white hair and put it on the tip of his nose, and kissed his lover's hair nostalgically, "You have done a good job, my spirit has recovered half, and the speed of recovery is getting faster and faster. Chi, we will meet again soon, and by then, I will definitely not let go."

"I will marry you."

"In the most pious and solemn way in the God Realm."

Sang Jiuchi smiled, and when he smiled, his eyes turned into two beautiful little crescents, which were very beautiful.

"Ok, I will wait for you."

Sang Jiuchi suddenly thought of something, he grabbed the hand of the God of War and pointed to his brain, "By the way, there is one more thing. I don't know why, the five planes I stayed in before recognized me after I left. It's up to you. These planes used to be yours, right? Will my actions have any effect on you?"

The God of War rubbed Sang Jiuchi's hair soothingly, "It's okay, I have quite a few planes. Not to mention these five, all my planes will be shared with you after we get married, so it doesn't matter at all."

Sang Jiuchi was a little curious: "How many planes do you control in total?"

God of War: "One thousand trillion."

Sang Jiuchi: "…"

That's true, it doesn't matter.

Sang Jiuchi swallowed this astonishing number and asked dryly, "Why haven't you died from exhaustion?"

The God of War stumbled, "Actually, these planes have their own plane rules, I don't need to intervene too much. As long as the main three views and rules are not wrong, the plane can complete the repair by itself."

As for why Sang Jiuchi was able to gain control of the plane, it might be because he was his destined lover, and he originally had the power to jointly control the plane with himself.

"Right, right," Sang Jiuchi summoned the Slaughtering Secret Realm that had just been refined into his palm.

Because it has been refined, Sang Jiuchi can control the size of the Slaughtering Secret Realm at will. Now it is floating in Sang Jiuchi's palm in a small way, and it looks very harmless.

"I found a heart of the Dark God in this secret realm." Sang Jiuchi pointed at the secret realm, "Have you been looking for his other heart these days? What did you find?"

God of War: "According to the clues provided by the demonized phoenix, I found the black liquid gathering point she said in the back mountain of the demon clan, but I did not find the heart of the dark **** in it. I went to investigate the demon emperor later and found that He's probably the Dark God."

The God of War lowered his eyes. Judging from various clues, the Demon Emperor was indeed the God of Darkness.

Sang Jiuchi: "Then are you still looking for him?"

Ares: "No, I don't have much time left. There is no heart on him or around him. During this time, I will search for his heart again."

Sang Jiuchi pondered for a moment: "Okay, let's split up. You look from north to south, I'll look from south to north."

It was getting late, and the two chatted for a while, and the tiredness quickly infected.

When Sang Jiuchi woke up the next day, the God of War had disappeared, but three people stood outside his door.

Seeing Sang Jiuchi open the door, the headed elder immediately knelt on the ground: "I also ask the immortal master to think again, you are the first person who is expected to soar in our immortal sect, and you can no longer mix with the demon cultivator Fan Lu. ."

Sang Jiuchi raised his eyebrows, "Then I'll go?"

As soon as these words came out, several elders were startled, and they all knelt on the ground in unison, "Absolutely not, Immortal Lord!"

Sang Jiuchi is the treasure of their Ask Tianzong, and it is also the movable type sign of their Ask Tianzong. How can he just leave? !

A few hundred years ago, Wen Tianzong was only a small sect that could not be ranked at all. If it wasn't for the birth of a Sang Jiuchi, their sect would have been submerged among all living beings.

The big elder gritted his teeth.

He is more than a thousand years old this year, which is earlier than Sang Jiuchi's entry into the Asking Heaven Sect. He was the next head candidate of Wen Tianzong, and it was because of the appearance of Sang Jiuchi that he had to give up the candidate's position.

The world of comprehension has always respected martial arts, and whoever is stronger is the senior.

He was not reconciled, but he was convinced.

He envied Sang Jiuchi, envied his superb spiritual roots, envied his talent, envied his cultivation speed and mentality, and even envied his youth.

Sang Jiuchi was four hundred years younger than him, but his cultivation was a level higher than his own.

Over time, he gradually changed from jealousy to admiration.

Sang Jiuchi is a genius of cultivation, and he is indeed following this pattern. After he became the head of the house, he was made a dumpster.

Although he is only the Great Elder, he is no different from the heads of other sects.

The Great Elder secretly clenched his fists.

In the long years, he has long been tired of practicing. This is also the reason why his later cultivation speed is very slow.

The tedious path of immortality is difficult and boring, and as we all know, they simply cannot be presented. Even Sang Jiuchi, who is known as the first person in Xianmen, will not have the chance to appear.

The thin aura is simply not enough to make them immortals, everything is just an illusion of a castle in the air.

Sang Jiuchi really doesn't seem to know what everyone knows.

He practiced day after day, making presentation his goal every day. I don't go out to fight, I don't go out to hunt for treasures, my only hobby is to lock myself in a cave to cultivate.

That's good.

Sang Jiuchi ignored government affairs and gave him the right to control the sect.

Sang Jiuchi cultivated diligently and made a live advertisement for the sect.

Sang Jiuchi only knew about cultivation, so he could easily control Sang Jiuchi and make him a high-level puppet of Wen Tianzong.

No one would have imagined that such a cultivator would become emotional.

The one who moved was a magic cultivator dressed in an immortal cultivator.

Once this kind of scandal spreads, it will definitely ruin Wen Tianzong.

Sang Jiuchi looked down at the few people who were kneeling below but had no sincerity, and said solemnly: "Since you don't want me to go, don't interfere with my private life. I have some things to leave in recent days, so I don't need to look for me."

The first elder looked up, "Did the sect master leave with Fan Lu?"

Sang Jiuchi shook his head: "No, we all have our own things to do."

After he was silent for a moment, he warned: "Don't do superfluous things, I don't want Wen Tianzong to become my enemy."

The Great Elder replied respectfully, "Don't worry, Sect Master."

When Sang Jiuchi left, the first elder's eyes were full of killing intent.

Sang Jiuchi has been asking Tianzong for so many years, and he has long become a face of Tianwenzong. And with Sang Jiuchi guarding, no one from other sects dared to bully Wen Tianzong, and Wen Tianzong was able to become the number one sect of Xianmen.

They can't tear their faces off by themselves, but they can still kill mosquitoes that bite them.

Since Sang Jiuchi is unwilling to be separated from Fan Lu, then they will help Sang Jiuchi to ask that Demon Seed.

The first elder and the other two looked at each other, and already had a care in their hearts.

The second elder said solemnly: "I will handle this matter, and the elder brother has to manage the affairs of the sect. Except for the elder brother, I think the cultivation base is the highest, and it is related to the reputation of Tianzong. I will be able to do it without knowing it. ."

What did the third elder think of: "Why don't I go? The other party is only a child of Nascent Soul, and it is because of him that my direct apprentice missed the secret realm. If I go, I can help my apprentice to vent his anger."

The second elder's eyes narrowed, "It's because your apprentice has a grudge with him that you can't let you go. If you were not in the sect during the period of his accident, it would easily be suspected by Immortal Sang, and it's up to me to think about it. Safety."

The third elder was anxious: "I can kill him by means of a demon cultivator or a magic cultivator, so that I can put the blame on others. Immortal Master Sang can't find us, and I really want to do this for my apprentice. Bad breath, let me go."

The two of them refused to let anyone, the Great Elder looked upset and shouted, "Don't think I don't know that you all want his slaughter secret realm!"

The second elder and the third elder's careful thoughts were revealed by the first elder, and the faces on their faces suddenly couldn't hold back, and they all showed embarrassed expressions.

The first elder waved his hand irritably, "You two go together, Fan Lu is the nephew of the Demon Sect, maybe the Demon Sect has come out of the secret realm and followed him. I heard Qiu Mian say that the Demon Sect's cultivation base has fallen to The fit period, but there are a lot of weird things on him, the two of you will go and pay some insurance."

"As for that secret realm, it is a heaven-level secret realm. Even if you kill him, the secret realm will not be easily recognized as the master. If you don't handle it well, you will be backlashed. You two bring the secret realm back and let me see the two of you. Whoever has the ability to inherit, I will give him the secret realm."

The second elder and the third elder were a little hesitant, and the first elder immediately looked male, "Don't worry, I have no interest in the secret realm, and I won't **** it from you."

"I always say what I say and do what I say, do you still want me to make an oath?"

The second elder and the third elder got the promise of the first elder, which somehow suppressed the fighting spirit and set off.

In the ancestral hall, all the sects lit the longevity lamp of the teacher's gate. The lamp will not go out and people will not die.

Lights out, people die.

In addition to this function, the longevity lamp can also determine the direction of the owner at the moment from the direction of the candle flame.

Fan Lu didn't leave for a long time. As long as he followed the direction, it was not difficult to find Fan Lu.

The Great Elder watched the two leave, and his eyes flashed with light.

He stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the luxurious courtyard.

After a long time, he walked away.

Not long after they left, a person walked out in a shadow.

The man's face was pale, and there were tears in his eyes.

Jiang Tong never expected that he would hear the three elders talking about killing Fan Lu.

Fan Lu was kind to them in the secret realm. He didn't know why the three elders wanted to kill Fan Lu, but the master clearly wouldn't let them do it, and they were still secretly killing, so there would be nothing good.

Jiang Tong gritted his teeth, packed his luggage and storage bags hastily, and left.

He didn't know where Fan Lu went, but he had seen the direction Fan Lu was leaving this morning. As long as he followed the direction he left, he would definitely find Fan Lu.

In Wutong Town, Sang Jiuchi slowly fell.

Although Sang Jiuchi is the leader of the Immortal Dao, he has always lived in the cave, and he has been in retreat for ten or twenty years. Even if he does not retreat, he will not return to this kind of market place.

Because of the fact that ordinary scattered cultivators and residents had no chance to see the true face of Sang Jiuchi, Sang Jiuchi was walking on the street, and his outstanding appearance immediately attracted a lot of peeps.

There is no ugly person in the cultivation of truth, not because they are good-looking in the first place, but because the monks have the opportunity to adjust their appearance after the foundation is established.

Many people who were ugly before took advantage of the foundation-building period to adjust themselves to be beautiful or handsome.

Although there are many mortals in this town, from time to time there will be people who cultivate true self-cultivation. Everyone has met so many cultivators, but they have never seen someone as good-looking as Sang Jiuchi.

Some monks are good-looking, but only in appearance.

Sang Jiuchi is beautiful and delicate to the core.

Seeing that more and more eyes were shot, Sang Jiuchi took out a certain hat from the storage bag and put it on, temporarily blocking unnecessary sight.

Based on memory, Sang Jiuchi found the bookstore where he sold books before, and as soon as he turned the corner, he was startled by the scene in front of him.

Countless people surrounded the bookstore, and the door was flooded with reading. The boss shouted from a distance through the door frame, ""Forbidden Faith" is gone. I already said that this book has been out of stock for a month, and the author has not contacted me for this month! I will be the first when there is news. Time will tell you! Don't crowd."

Sang Jiuchi saw that the front door of the store could not enter, so he came to the back door.

When he delivered books last time, he came to the back door once, and this time he looked for it again, and found that the back door was still open, so he pushed it open and walked in.

After the shopkeeper finished shouting, he asked the shop assistant to start registering, while he hid behind to take a break. Before he could drink two sips of tea, he suddenly saw a man wearing a green feather coat walking in.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up immediately.

Although the person wears a hat, he still recognizes the clothes.

The author of "Forbidden Faith" came three times that day, each time wearing this emerald green feather coat.

The shopkeeper rushed up to meet him in a hurry, and said excitedly, "Immortal Master, you've come! Did you bring a book this time?!"

Sang Jiuchi took off his hat, revealing his face hidden inside.

The shopkeeper saw the face inside clearly, and was slightly taken aback, "Who are you?"

Sang Jiuchi: "I am the author of the original book. Before, my Taoist companion sent the book. How many books do you want this time?"

If someone else said this, the shopkeeper would have to question it, but Sang Jiuchi was wearing the same clothes as that person, and the clothes looked very noble. Been exactly the same.

The shopkeeper said excitedly, "It turns out that you are a great writer. I have admired it for a long time. Please come to the seat."

Sang Jiuchi sat down, and he could still hear the noise outside.

The shopkeeper said excitedly, "Master Xian, the three thousand books you sent that day were sold out in just two days. Since then, people have been coming to buy them one after another. I don't know if you heard that yesterday, wasn't the Slaughter Secret Realm closed? At that time, in front of so many people, Master Sang and his second apprentice hugged together."

"This book of yours is already popular. Before, it was because of the incense sticks of the master and the apprentice. After that hug yesterday, your book has completely become a work of gods."

"After the story reappears in reality, the store has been crowded since yesterday."

"Master Immortal," the shopkeeper raised a smile and rubbed his little hands together, "I wonder if there is a story to tell today? Look, there are so many readers out there waiting to feed."

Sang Jiuchi threw a storage bag to the shopkeeper, "I have 10,000 copies in the first volume, 10,000 copies in the second volume, and 20,000 copies in the third volume. The third time is the finale, and the thickness is the front. Twice. After that, you don't have to wait for me to deliver the book to you. I don't come often. If it's gone, you can print it yourself. I'll leave you a jade talisman with my mother book in it, and I'll print it. The control is delegated to you."

The store owner took the storage bag with trembling hands: "Is there already the finale of the last volume?! The Immortal Master really grasps the quality and speed with both hands. When your readers are too happy. What about the money? And the cost of the previous words, I will give you a piece now."

Sang Jiuchi: "No need, you can save it for me. In the future, a young man named Jiang Tong will come to pick it up."

The shopkeeper is very honest. Hearing Sang Jiuchi say this, he complied, "It's just what the boy named Jiang Tong looks like?"

He had the same name and surname as the three disciples of Immortal Master Sang of Wentian Sect.

Sang Jiuchi: "You should know it, just ask Tianzong's three apprentices of Immortal Master Sang Jiuchi."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment. He looked up and down at Sang Jiuchi, and seemed to realize something. He lowered his voice and asked in a low voice, "Is it possible that the immortal master is also a person from the Tianzong."

Sang Jiuchi nodded: "Yes."

The shopkeeper understood: "That's why I was able to grasp the first-hand information. I'm envious. I just said that the content inside is too real. It turns out that the immortal master combined reality when he wrote the article."

Sang Jiuchi smiled and said nothing.

The shopkeeper looked at Sang Jiuchi with admiration in his eyes: "Master, can you take the liberty to ask if the finale is good or bad?"

Sang Jiuchi chuckled, "Of course it's a happy ending."

The shopkeeper: "Xianshi, are there any other works after this book is over? I hope that the lower works of yours can also be sold in the store. Xianshi, I won't charge you any agency fee this time, okay? "

Sang Jiuchi shook his head: "Sorry, I'm afraid it's gone. I will only write this set of books in my life. This is my obsession. I'm leaving."

The shopkeeper had more to say, but Sang Jiuchi, who was in front of him, stood up and stepped lightly, and he had already vacated and left.

The shopkeeper watched Sang Jiuchi leave, and he didn't dare to take out the book immediately after listening to the noise outside.

It's all like this, if he took out the book now, his shop wouldn't need it.

On the table, there is the jade talisman that Sang Jiuchi put down before he left.

The shopkeeper moved slightly in his heart and took out the mother book from the jade talisman.

And when he saw the name on the mother's parent, he froze suddenly.

In the bottom corner of the mother book, there is a row of small characters: written by Sang Jiuchi.

The shopkeeper suddenly looked up to the horizon, where Sang Jiuchi had long since disappeared.

No wonder this person looks so good-looking, and it was actually sent by Sang Xianzhu himself!

The handsome young man who came to see him a few times before was Fan Lu, the rumored boyfriend of Sang Xianzhu? !

The two of them stand together and take it seriously!

Where is this book a novel? It's simply a daily manual record written by Sang Xianzhu? !