How can I know the strategy? It's all because my wife loves me

Chapter 451 Master, I'm Really Not a Villain 08

"Hongxuan," Mo Yang stood up immediately after hearing the noise of Ji Hongxuan coming back, "It's not your fault. This kind of thing is not something you and I can predict."

Hearing this, Ji Hongxuan turned his head to look at Mo Yang with a faint expression, "What did you call me?"

Ji Hongxuan only asked this question and then lowered his head, holding Xie Yingying's body in his arms again, as if he didn't have to wait for Mo Yang's answer.

He looked down at the Tianyuan sword on Xie Yingying's chest, covered the hilt with trembling hands, and tried twice, but failed to muster the strength.

"Let me do it," Mo Yang squatted down and held Ji Hongxuan's hand, "Hongxuan, I'll help you pull it out."

Mo Yang held Ji Hongxuan's hands with both hands, and with a little bit of force, helped him pull the Tianyuan Sword out of Xie Yingying's chest.

As soon as the sword was freed, a large amount of blood spurted out of Xie Yingying's chest. Ji Hongxuan hurriedly covered it with his hands, but there was no way to stop the bleeding.

"Yingying..." Ji Hongxuan didn't know what to do. It was the first time he encountered a situation where he desperately wanted to save someone but was unable to do anything.

"Master? Yingying? What happened to Junior Sister?!"

Lan Yin appeared at the door with a pale face, and Ji Hongxuan's emotions, which were on the verge of collapse, were blocked in his chest in an instant.

"Lan Yin," Ji Hongxuan's eyes were red, and he tried his best to maintain his voice, "I'm sorry, it was probably the ghosts from the West Valley who followed us during the day and entered Yingying's room."

Ji Hongxuan suddenly caught sight of the Tianyuan Sword that had just been pulled out from the ground, and said, "The Tianyuan Sword may have sensed something and came here. It's because Master is late."

"How could it be?" Lan Yin felt like he was dreaming. He tried to wake himself up with a dull look on his face. "I was right next to you. How could I not hear it?"

Lan Yin knelt on the ground with a plop, his eyes dull. He wanted to look at Xie Yingying but didn't dare to.

"Soul bead," Ji Hongxuan suddenly looked up, "I can put Yingying's soul into the soul bead first, and then find a way to save her in the future!"

Ji Hongxuan seemed to suddenly see hope, stood up and started to move.

Lan Yin simply couldn't accept the corpse in front of him and just knelt there stupidly.

Ji Hongxuan used his spiritual power to collect Xie Yingying's soul consciousness. After driving out the remaining ghost energy in the Nine Nether Soul Orb, he put the soul consciousness back in bit by bit.

But at the last moment before it was put in, the soul bead suddenly turned red little by little, like a rapidly expanding fireball, and rushed straight towards Ji Hongxuan.

"Hongxuan!" Mo Yang was startled and subconsciously stood in front of Ji Hongxuan and knocked him down, using his body to help him block the attack of the ghost fire.

"Mo Yang?!"

Ji Hongxuan was still in shock, and the only thing that came to Mo Yang's mind was "It's all his own fault".

Fortunately, the original Mo Yang had the idea to hide the ghost fire in Xie Yingying's soul bead, so that Hongxuan could not escape no matter what.

Fortunately, it was Mo Yang who came into Hongxuan’s memory——

Mo Yang was suddenly shocked when he thought of this. He had come to Hong Xuan's memory. Did Hong Xuan also run into his memory illusion? !

This actually made Mo Yang feel relieved, because the Hongxuan in Mo Yang's memory had nothing in common with the current Hengwu Immortal Venerable, so Hongxuan should not feel very uncomfortable.

But now, the fire of the ghost realm has come out, how can we break the illusion?

Mo Yang's mind was racing at the moment he fell, and he didn't notice that Ji Hongxuan's voice in his ear had two layers.

"Mo Yang?!"

This voice was particularly clear, because it was obviously not shouted by the person under him, but came from the door of the room. Mo Yang woke up immediately.

"Hongxuan?"

"You, how did you become like this?" Ji Hongxuan walked into the room with a frown, raised his hand and ruthlessly dispersed all the illusions of people in the room except Mo Yang, and leaned over to help Mo Yang up.

"Is this the poison you mentioned?" Ji Hongxuan looked at the large burn on Mo Yang's back and asked anxiously, "Didn't you say he would be fine? Why are you protecting a phantom from injury?"

"I'm fine. I'm not afraid of fire. It's just a superficial burn at best." Mo Yang didn't care about such a minor injury. "But I can't just watch Hongxuan get hurt in front of me, right?"

"Are you stupid?" Ji Hongxuan couldn't say anything to reprimand him at this moment, nor did he dare to move, for fear that Mo Yang would feel pain.

Mo Yang leaned his whole body on Ji Hongxuan, finally feeling relieved, "I'm so stupid, I didn't even know how to find you, but you found me first."

"You are really stupid." Ji Hongxuan replied to him unhappily and helped him out.

He thought about it, helped Mo Yang back to his room next door, let him lie on the bed, and searched for medicine and gauze to treat external injuries in the storage bag.

"Hongxuan, I'm really fine," Ji Hongxuan said nothing as he applied the medicine to him, so Mo Yang had to speak, "What's that Ghostland Fire? The previous Mo Yang only thought of this method to deal with you because he saw that you couldn't stand the heat when practicing ice magic. Who am I? I am--"

"What are you?"

Ji Hongxuan twisted Mo Yang's waist in annoyance, and still not satisfied, he slapped him again.

Mo Yang just felt itchy and chuckled twice, "It's nothing, it's just a superficial wound, it's not a big deal at all."

"Don't you know that I'm a fake?" Ji Hongxuan didn't know what he was thinking, "Even if it's just an external injury, it's not necessary."

"I know I was wrong," Mo Yang leaned over and grabbed Ji Hongxuan's hand, pressing it against his chest, and rubbed his cheek against the back of his hand. "Master, don't be angry. Teach me, and I will definitely learn to be smart in the future."

"You--" Ji Hongxuan's body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people all year round. Now that Mo Yang is rubbing the back of his hand like a spoiled child, he feels his whole body starting to heat up.

He felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to pull his hand away, but Mo Yang held it tightly, as if he was protecting some treasure, and he also smiled foolishly for no apparent reason. Ji Hongxuan gave up after trying twice.

"I don't think you're in any pain at all."

Even though there was a burn on his back, he acted as if nothing had happened and looked extremely happy.

"It really doesn't hurt," Mo Yang thought he was very tough, and he never took such minor injuries seriously, "but it's a little hot, Master, can you blow on it for me?"

hot?

Ji Hongxuan took a look at his back that was wrapped in gauze and wondered if he had not used enough medicine.

But that is the best medicine for external injuries, it shouldn’t be hot...

"Does it hurt?" Ji Hongxuan leaned over and stroked the gauze twice, pushed up the clothes on Mo Yang's back, and although he didn't understand, he still blew gently around the wound.

Mo Yang could feel the gentle breath brushing against his back, bringing a hint of coolness that made the pores on his back open comfortably.

"Master," Mo Yang was still lying down, but his arms were wrapped around Ji Hongxuan's waist accurately as if with navigation, and with a little force, he pulled him onto the bed.

Ji Hongxuan thought Mo Yang was going to say something to him, and before he could react, most of his body was already pressed under Mo Yang.