This is not selling cabbage, you can bargain, buy one get one free!

I don't know where this family's confidence came from. They all have a strange idea. They firmly believe that Mo Ziyuan must have a fairy bone and talent. If he had gone there, he would have been appreciated by the fairy family. Compete. When Mo Xuanyu left, although Mo Ziyuan was still young, he had been repeatedly instilled with such unreasonable thoughts since he was a child, and he was convinced of it. The road to seek immortality, but he was addicted to those talismans, medicinal pills, and small magic tools that he brought back from the immortal gate.

Although Mo Xuanyu's brain was often ill, he also knew that he was being bullied, and he endured and endured, but Mo Ziyuan became even more aggressive, almost evacuated his entire house, and finally couldn't bear it until he filed a lawsuit in front of his uncle and aunt. So, today, Mo Ziyuan came to the door.

The words on the paper are small and dense, Wei Wuxian's eyes hurt when he sees it, and he thinks what the hell is going on.

No wonder Mo Xuanyu would rather use the forbidden technique to offer his house, but also ask the evil spirit upper body to take revenge for himself.

After the pain in the eyeballs was over, the headache started. It stands to reason that when using this access control technique, the practitioner must recite the wish in his heart. As the summoned evil spirit, Wei Wuxian should be able to hear his detailed request.

But this forbidden technique was probably a remnant of Mo Xuanyu's secretly excerpted from, and he didn't learn it completely, so he missed this step. Although Wei Wuxian guessed that he probably wanted to take revenge on the Mo family, how exactly should he take revenge? To what extent? To get back what was stolen?

Or... demise?

Most of the time, it's probably the annihilation of the family! After all, as long as you have been in the cultivation world, you should know which words are used the most to evaluate him. It's hard to be ungrateful, heartless, insane, ignorant of the law of nature, colorful, and there is a person who is more in line with the "fierce spirit and evil spirit" than him? Since If you dare to call him by name, you will definitely not make any wishes that can be easily dismissed.

Wei Wuxian said helplessly, "You're looking for the wrong person..."

The author has something to say: It's not a house fight. Although this chapter looks a bit like that.

In the next chapter, this person is going to go crazy, hope everyone will not dislike him a little bit _(:з)∠)_

☆, the second

Wei Wuxian wanted to wash his face and look at the body owner's remains, but there was no water in the room, and nothing to drink or wash.

The only basin-shaped object, he guessed, should be used for respect, not for washing.

Pushing the door, it was bolted from the outside, presumably for fear that he would go out and run around.

Not a single thing made him feel the slightest joy of being born again!

He asked to meditate for a while to get used to the new house. This sitting is a whole day. When opened eyes, sunlight leaked into the room through the gap in the door. Although he was able to get up and walk, he was still dizzy and did not improve.

Wei WuXian wondered in his heart, "This Mo Xuanyu's cultivation base is so low that his spiritual power can be ignored. There is no reason why I can't control this ròu body, why is it so difficult to use?"

At this time, there was a strange noise in his abdomen, and he realized that: it is not about the spiritual power of cultivation at all, it is just that the body that has not been refrained from eating is hungry. If he doesn't go for food again, he might become the first evil ghost in history to starve to death immediately after being invited to the upper body.

Wei Wuxian lifted his foot and was about to kick out the door when suddenly footsteps approached. Someone kicked the door and said impatiently, "It's time to eat!"

The words were so shouted, but the door did not mean to be opened. Wei Wuxian looked down and saw a smaller door opened under the door, just to see a small bowl being heavily placed in front of the door.

The servant outside said again: "Hurry up! What are you dawdling at! Take out the dishes after you finish eating!"

Xiaomenhe is a little smaller than a dog, so he can't let people in and out, but he can bring a bowl in. Two dishes and one meal, the sales are very poor.

Wei Wuxian stirred the two chopsticks that were in the rice, grief-stricken:

As soon as the Yiling Patriarch returned to the world, he was kicked and scolded. The first meal for him to pick up the wind and wash the dust was this kind of leftovers. What about the bloody storm? Are the dogs left? Are the whole family extinct? Who would believe it if they say it. It's really like a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by dogs, Longyou being played by shrimps in shallow water, and a plucked phoenix is ​​not as good as jī.

At this time, the servant outside the door spoke again, but this time with a smile: "Adin! Come here."

Another delicate female voice responded from a distance: "A-Tong, are you here to deliver food to the one inside?"

Ah Tong spat: "Otherwise, what would I do in this unlucky yard!"

Adin's voice was much closer, and he seemed to come to the door: "You only deliver meals to him once a day, you are lazy from time to time, and no one talks about you. You are so unlucky when you are so leisurely. Look at me, there are so many jobs. Not even going out to play."

Ah Tong complained, "I didn't just give him food! How dare you go out to play these days? With so many corpses, who wouldn't keep the door tightly shut?"

Wei Wuxian squatted against the door, eating while listening to the bowl.

It seems that Mojiazhuang has not been very peaceful recently. A walking corpse, as the word implies, is a walking dead person, a relatively low-level and very common corpse-turning person. Unless it is a dead person with a lot of resentment, his eyes are usually dull, his walking is slow, and his lethality is not strong. But it was enough for ordinary people to be frightened, and the rancid smell alone was enough to spit out a pot.

However, to Wei Wuxian, they are the easiest to drive and the most obedient puppets, and they are kind of friendly when they hear it.

Ah Tong seems to be winking: "If you want to go out, unless you bring me, I will protect you..."

A Ding said: "You? Protect me? You are so stupid, can't you fight back those things?"

Ah Tong said angrily, "I can't fight back, and neither can anyone else."

A Ding smiled and said: "How do you know that others can't be beaten? Let me tell you, today an emissary from Xianmen has come to our Mo family village. I heard that it is a very distinguished and distinguished family! Madam is greeting in the hall. , the people in the town are all around to watch it. Listen, isn't it very noisy? I don't have time to make trouble with you, maybe I'll be supported again later."

Wei Wuxian listened intently, and sure enough, there was a roar of people from the east. He thought for a moment, then got up and kicked, and the latch cracked.

The two domestic servants, A Ding and A Tong, were chatting and laughing with each other, and they screamed in fright when the house door suddenly bounced to both sides. Wei Wuxian threw away the bowl and chopsticks and walked out, but was stabbed by the sun for a while and couldn't open his eyes. He raised his hand on the brow and closed his eyes for a moment. Ah Tong just screamed more sharply than A Ding, and after looking at it, he saw that Mo Xuanyu, a scoundrel who could be deceived by everyone, became more courageous. In the same way, he waved his hand and scolded: "Go! Go! Go back! What are you doing out!"

Even if it is to treat beggars or flies, it will not be more ugly. Most of the servants of the Mo family treated Mo Xuanyu like this at ordinary times, and he never resisted, which made them so unscrupulous. Wei WuXian gently kicked Ah Tong into a duel, and said with a smile, "A kid who delivers meals and does chores, dares to bully others like that."

After all, he walked eastward along the noise. There are many people inside and outside the East Hall of the East Courtyard, Wei Wuxian stepped into the courtyard, and a woman's voice came out a bit higher than the others: "...There is a junior in our family, who is also a fairy. of……"

It must be that Mrs. Namo is trying to find a way to connect with the Xiuxian family again. Wei Wuxian didn't wait for her to finish speaking, hurriedly squeezed through the crowd into the hall, giggling, "Come here, here, here!"

Sitting in the hall was a middle-aged woman who was well-maintained and well-dressed. It was Mrs. Mo, and the one sitting below her was her husband. On the opposite side sat several young men in white with swords on their backs. A unkempt strange man suddenly appeared in the crowd, and all voices stopped abruptly. Wei WuXian seemed to be unaware of the stagnant scene, and said with a sullen face, "Who called me just now? If there is an immortal fate, isn't that me!"

With too much powder, it cracks with a smile and falls down with a rustling. A young Xianmen messenger almost burst out laughing, and the boy who seemed to be the leader gave him a disapproving look, and immediately turned serious.

Wei Wuxian followed the sound and swept his eyes, slightly taken aback. He thought it was an exaggeration by an uninformed servant, but who knew that the one who came was actually a child of the Immortal Sect from the "prominent family".

These youngsters have light sleeves, light belts, immortal air, and very beautiful. At a glance, they know that the school uniforms are from Gusu Lan. And they must be relatives of the Lan family blood, because they all wear a finger-wide cirrus pattern on their foreheads.

Gusu Lan's family motto is "Yazheng", this forehead wipe means "discipline oneself", and the cirrus pattern is the Lan family's family crest. Cultivators with foreign surnames attached to big families, such as Keqing or disciples, are not qualified to wear them. Wei Wuxian always had a toothache when he saw the Lan family.

Mrs. Mo hadn't seen this nephew for a long time, and it took a while for her to recover from the shock. She recognized who this person with heavy makeup was. She was annoyed, but she couldn't get angry right away, so she lowered her voice and said to her husband, "Who let him out? Yes, get him back!"

Her husband hurriedly apologized, and got up with an unfortunate face to grab someone, but Wei Wuxian suddenly fell to the ground, his limbs firmly stuck to the ground, he couldn't even push or drag, so he called a few domestic servants to come in. It doesn't help. Mrs. Mo's face became more and more ugly, and he was sweating profusely, scolding: "...you...dead lunatic! If you don't go back, let's see how I deal with you!"

Although everyone in the Mo family knew that the Mo family had a son who was insane, but Mo Xuanyu had been hiding in that dark room for several years, daring not to see anyone. Seeing that his make-up and behavior are like monsters and ghosts, they all whispered at the moment, I am afraid that there is no good show to watch. Wei WuXian said, "It's fine if you want me to go back." He pointed at Mo Ziyuan, "You tell him to return the things that he stole from me first."

Mo Ziyuan never expected this useless lunatic to have such courage. He taught him a lesson yesterday, and he dared to stab here today, and said with a pale face, "You are talking nonsense! When have I ever stolen your things? I-I still use to steal your stuff?"

Wei WuXian said, "That's right! You didn't steal, you robbed!"

Mrs. Mo hadn't spoken yet, but Mo Ziyuan was in a hurry and flew to kick him. A young man in white with a sword on his back moved his fingers slightly, Mo Ziyuan's feet were unstable, his feet rubbed against him and kicked, and he fell. Wei Wuxian rolled around, as if he had really kicked him over, and tore the front of his shirt open, the footprint on his chest was the one that Mo Ziyuan kicked out yesterday.

Everyone thought that it was impossible for Mo Xuanyu to kick these footprints by himself. In addition, Mo Ziyuan was a bit domineering on weekdays, so who else could be a good deed. After all, he was also a blood relative of the Mo family. The Mo family was too cruel to him. When he first came back, he was clearly not that crazy. Eighty percent of it was because this family became more and more mad. In any case, it's enough to watch the excitement, the excitement is really better than the messenger of Xianmen!

Previously, Mrs. Mo only regarded him as air, disdain to entangle with a sick person, and only told others to drag him down quickly, and now she can see it. This Mo Xuanyu was clearly prepared, his mind was very clear, and he wanted to make them lose this person. He couldn't help but be shocked and hated: "You came here today to make trouble, didn't you?!"

Wei WuXian said blankly, "He stole something from me, and I'll get it back, is this also called making trouble?"

With so many pairs of eyes watching, unable to fight, and unable to drive away, Mrs. Mo's anger was stuck in her throat, so she had to smooth things out: "What stealing, what robbing? It sounds so ugly, my family and my family are just borrowing. Just come and have a look. A Yuan is your younger brother, so what happened to taking some of your things? As a brother, are you reluctant to even order small things?

The teenagers from the Lan family looked at each other. This kind of son, who grew up in the Xianmen family since childhood, is full of love, and most of them have never seen such a farce, let alone heard such a high opinion. Wei Wuxian laughed wildly in his heart, stretched out his hand and said, "Then pay it back."

Of course Mo Ziyuan hadn't come out yet. He threw it away early, and took it apart. Even if he returned it, he would not be willing to return it. He called out with a livid face: "...Aniang!" With a wink, he shouted at her: You let him deceive me like this?

Mrs. Mo glared at him, asking him not to make the scene more ugly. Who knows, Wei Wuxian said again: "Not only should he not steal my things, but he should not steal at midnight. Who knows, this young master likes men, he doesn't know how to be ashamed, and I also know that melon Tian Li Xia! "

Mrs. Mo sucked in a breath of cold air and said loudly, "What are you talking about in front of the villagers and elders! It's shameless, A Yuan is your cousin!"

When it comes to savagery, Wei Wuxian is a good player. In the past, Sa had to take care of his family education status, but now he is a lunatic anyway, so what face does he need? To avoid suspicion, who is more shameless?! You don't want it, but don't ruin my innocence! I still want to find a good man!"

Mo Ziyuan shouted, and smashed his chair. Seeing that he finally exploded, Wei Wuxian jumped up and hid, and the chair fell to the ground and fell apart. The idle people and others surrounding the third floor outside the east hall were all gloating at the misfortune, but now they were embarrassed by the Mo family. Wei WuXian ran to the teenagers in the Lan family who were almost stunned, and shouted, "Have you seen it? Have you seen it? Those who steal things are beaten up, it's a shame!"

Mo Ziyuan wanted to chase after him and beat him, but the young man in the lead hurriedly stopped him and said, "Young Master has something to say."

Seeing that this young man was trying to protect this lunatic, Mrs. Mo was apprehensive, and smiled reluctantly: "This is my sister's son, here, it's not easy to handle. Everyone in Mojiazhuang knows that he is a lunatic, and he often says strange things. It can't be taken seriously. Immortal masters must be ten million..." Before he could finish his sentence, Wei Wuxian poked his head out from behind the young man and stared, "Who said that what I said can't be taken seriously? Who will try to steal my things in the future, steal it. I chopped off his hand one at a time!"

Mo Ziyuan was originally being held down by his father, and when he heard it, he was about to have a seizure. Wei Wuxian jumped out like a fish. The young man was busy blocking the door, changed the subject, and said serious business with a serious face: "Then I will use the west courtyard of your mansion tonight. Please remember what I said before. Come out and walk around, let alone go near that yard."

Madam Mo was trembling with anger, and said, "Yes, yes, you have to work, you have to work..." Mo Ziyuan couldn't believe it: "Mom! That lunatic slandered me like this in front of people, so forget it?! You said it, you said He's just a..."

Mrs. Mo shouted: "Shut up. If you have anything to say, you can't go back and talk about it!"

Mo Ziyuan had never suffered such a loss, lost such a face, and was scolded a few times by his mother, full of resentment, thinking to himself, "This lunatic is dead tonight!"

After Wei Wuxian went mad, he walked out of the gate of Mo's house, showed his face in Mo's house and walked around, and shocked the countless pedestrians, but he enjoyed it, and began to experience the fun of being a lunatic, and even the hanged ghost to himself. The makeup is also satisfied, and some are reluctant to wash it off. He straightened his hair, glanced at his wrist, the scar showed no signs of fading and improving. That is to say, giving Mo Xuanyu such a slight revenge was not recognized by the sacrificial sacrifice art.