Quick Wear: The host continues to go crazy and becomes normal from time to time

Chapter 161 The Miracle Doctor Is a Sickly Person 34

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Guoguo never came back, Mo Beige hadn't seen her for half a month.

Duan Ren was busy writing down the symptoms of the plague and recording the right medicine for future generations.

Mu Zihe slowly let go of her prejudices and no longer held prejudices against a person based on what others said.

But the village at the foot of the snow-capped mountains remains a mystery... He is not interested in the martial arts conference, he is interested in martial arts itself and being chivalrous and righteous.

So he wanted to go back to the village to take a look... although after so much time, there might not be any clues. He couldn't let the murderer go unpunished.

The next day, Mu Zihe did not say goodbye in person. She left a letter to Ye Tangyi and left that night.

But Mo Beige knew that Mu Zihe hurried back because he received a letter saying that his master was critically ill.

Ye Tangyi's eyes were red. She crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it in the corner of the room. "You can come and go as you please? Humph! When brother is cured, I will find you and break your legs."

"Whose legs did you break?" Ji Yanxue had been busy all day and hadn't seen Ye Tangyi leave the room since then.

Ye Tangyi pounded the table with both hands. "Sister Yanxue, why did he leave without saying goodbye? This is too much! Humph!"

"Why? Are you in love with me?"

"Well, just a little bit... just a little bit." Ye Tangyi raised his head and snorted coldly.

"Go ahead if you want to chase her. I will take good care of Leng Ling." Ji Yanxue laughed at her stubborn look.

"No way! My brother is sick, he is the most important! Sister Yan Xue is also as important as my brother! He, Mu Zihe, can't even be ranked. He left without saying goodbye, which further lowered his ranking."

"You little girl." Ji Yanxue tapped Ye Tangyi's forehead lightly, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Okay, okay, Sister Yanxue, go and do your work. I'm fine! Don't worry about me!" Ye Tangyi hugged Ji Yanxue and acted like a spoiled child, looking like nothing had happened.

Ji Yanxue knew that it was useless to say more, so she gave in to her wishes and gave her some time to be quiet.

The martial arts conference is coming as scheduled

Mo Beige had no interest in these things, so he stayed in the inn and never took a step out.

She just listened to Ye Tangyi coming over every day and chattering to her about how exciting and lively it was.

But she never mentioned the cold stares she suffered because of her identity as a member of the Demon Sect. She was driven away by those people. Ji Yanxue was busy hosting the martial arts conference, and Leng Ling was also locked up in her room. She had to join in the fun alone, and she had to suffer cold stares...

After Ye Tangyi left, Mo Beige sat by the bed and looked at the person lying on the bed. She had tried many ways but couldn't wake Jun Beihuang up.

Breathing is steady, pulse is normal...

She reached out her hand and stroked his eyebrows, finally stopping at the corner of his jaw, and then withdrew her hand after a moment.

After walking out of the room, Liuguang was always with Duan Ren. Although he was helpless, he also knew that Mo Beige's mission in this world was to be Duan Ren.

Watching the two people fighting on the arena, Liu Guang was not interested.

Mo Beige's voice rang in his mind. Liu Guang glanced at Duan Ren who was watching with great interest, and left quietly while no one was paying attention.

"My Lord." Liuguang looked at her in a goose yellow dress, and she looked lazy and carefree.

"Go find something for me..."

"Yes."

Watching the stream of light disappear into a flash of light, Mo Beige frowned. She didn't like to think. Whenever she thought, she just felt a headache. She really just wanted to live a simple life...

He took a deep breath, glanced at the person on the bed, took off the ring in his hand and threw it away, "Protect him."

It's the last day of the martial arts conference, so she should go and join in the fun. It's been quiet for so long, and those who want to cause trouble should be coming out.

The Phoenix Ring emitted a red glow. After hearing Mo Beige's words, the glow disappeared beside Jun Beihuang's pillow.

Shuangbei Gate is on the top of the highest mountain in Fengdu. Mo Beige looks for the place where his spiritual power is locked and walks away with Qinggong.

Halfway up the mountain, there were lush trees. A rustling sound made Mo Beige stop and jump onto a tree to look at the people in the distance.

I held my breath and walked a little closer, finally sitting on the tree behind them, listening to them talking.

Mo Beige looked at the middle-aged man in brown clothes who was leading the group and asked, "How is it? Is it done?"

"My Lord, it's done, but... Duan Ren is involved. Can our plan really succeed?"

"Then get rid of this person first."

Mo Beige lowered his head and raised his eyebrows when he saw the face of the middle-aged man opposite him which was covered by the hood of his cloak.

As Mo Beige moved, the leaves made sounds.

"Who?!" The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the tree. A woman in yellow was sitting lazily on the tree, leaning against a branch.

Mo Beige frowned slightly, forgetting that he was eavesdropping...

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man was extremely sinister and drew his sword against her.

The woman just smiled, changed her posture, put her elbow on her leg and supported her chin, "You are... Wei Qianhuan's people."

The affirmative and careless tone made the two more alert.

Mo Beige sighed and said, "Why should we hold on to the younger generation for the grievances of the previous generation?"

I have heard Guoguo talk about the grievances and grudges of Leng Ling's previous generation in this world.

When Leng Ling's father was young, he was unfaithful to a man named Wei Qianhuan. Because of Leng Ling's father, Wei Qianhuan's family was destroyed and his clan was destroyed.

Wei Qianhuan turned hatred from love, but the sect was destroyed, and Wei Qianhuan lost his backer, so he lay dormant for decades.

Unexpectedly, his enemy had already passed away, so he had to transfer all his hatred to the Leng Ling brother and sister.

Most of the blame for the Demon Cult comes from them, with a few being the ones trying to pass the buck.

Mo Beige is not qualified to judge who is right or wrong, but... since she has a deal with Xiao Tiandao, these people are destined to be disappointed.

"What do you know? You are such a rude girl! You are looking for death." Mo Beige smiled. Although she had a seal on her body, she was still a sickly person.

But... it's too easy to bully humans.

The middle-aged man and the fake Leng Ling came towards the woman with murderous intent. Mo Beige propped himself up with all his strength, stood up, and rolled over to the ground.

Standing on the ground, the invisible power in his palm swirled around, and the fallen leaves rose from the ground and flew towards the two of them in an instant.

The two of them were avoiding the dead leaves. Mo Beige leaned against the tree with his arms folded, looking relaxed.

"Who are you? You witch?" The middle-aged man was horrified. What kind of monster is this? How could it be able to control these objects out of thin air?

After watching for a while, Mo Beige felt a little bored. He made a goodbye gesture and looked like he deserved a beating. "Maybe the King of Hell can give you the answer."

The woman's beautiful face was smiling but her smile did not reach her eyes. As they watched her fly away, the two of them had no time to say anything and were already dead the next moment.

Mo Beige hurried to Shuangbei Gate

Those two people just said they wanted to attack Duan Ren. If they succeed, then the original body’s wish will not be fulfilled...

Thinking of this, she stretched out her hand and the Flowing Sword appeared in her hand. With her other hand, she flicked the sword.

Thinking of the shape of a fan in his mind, the Liuguang Sword slowly faded away and turned into a silver iron fan. It was as light as a feather in his hand. Mo Beige opened the fan.

The fan is made up of more than a dozen blades of different shapes, each of which is engraved with a red lotus of different shapes, and each red lotus is lifelike.

Mo Beige was very satisfied. He turned it around in his hand for a few times and said to himself, "The fan is still more beautiful. It doesn't have to turn into a sword every day."

The invisible spiritual power quickly enveloped the entire Fengdu

Mo Beige opened his hands, and the fan flew away from his hand towards the top of the mountain, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Duan Ren's martial arts skills were not low, but if someone wanted to harm him, he would be hard to defend against.

After walking for a while, someone, exhausted, sat down on the ground to rest.

Suddenly, Mo Beige turned his eyes and looked into the darkness. "Hey, big cat! Come here~"