Chapter 422 Itching in a Place You Can't Scratch

Looking at Li Mo's serious questioning, and then looking at Qin Yuzhi who was almost numb from losing.

Shangguan Wencang and the elders were not shocked at first, but fell into deep thought, thinking about what these words that they all knew from Li Mo meant.

Summoning Demon Sect Leader?

Your employee?

The Supreme Elder of Qingyuan Sect? ? ?

Can these three words appear on the same person? This is nonsense!!

"Wait a minute, let me sort it out..."

Shangguan Wencang and Elder Hanhe tried to understand, and then found that their ability to understand needed to be improved.

"Well, let me start from the beginning."

Li Mo coughed lightly and said:

"At the beginning, I saw that the people of Southern Xinjiang had been exploited by the Summoning Demon Sect for a long time. It happened that I needed the power of all living beings for a martial art, so I joined forces with the predecessors of the demon clan. As everyone knows, they seem to be better at practicing pictographic martial arts..."

"Later, it was quite inexplicable, and I became the uncle of the Summoning Demon Saint..."

"So you set up a new sect?! To defraud the Summoning Demon Sect?"

Elder Han He's eyes widened and he rolled up his sleeves.

He was stunned when he heard it.

The Wanxiang Immortal Sect, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Xiao Bing'er was dragged to be a saint.

He felt that it was a bit reliable...

"Han He, look at you, you are anxious again."

Seeing that the eccentric Elder Han He was about to lose his temper, Shangguan Wencang hurriedly stopped him.

After taking a deep breath and telling himself to stay calm, the Sect Master said:

"Go on."

"In fact, there is no rare treasure at the bottom of Yunmeng Palace, only the former Summoning God...Summoning Demon Sect Leader, also Qin Yuzhi, but others definitely don't believe it, so I used a martial art that can transform, kicked a stone to lead them away..."

"Hey, the Summoning Demon Sect's people are not very smart, probably still laughing at that fool."

"..."

This time it was the turn of Elder Zeng and the Three Heroes of Hengyun to fall into deep thought.

So the hair they snatched...

It was really just a hair! (Fall)

The Sect Master and the Elders of Shenbing Peak felt numb.

This kid...no, this evil beast is really bold, what he did is too Shangwu!

"Then I saw that Sect Leader Qin was alone and had nowhere to go. Since we have a strategic cooperation with the Summoning Demon Sect and she is a natural worker, why not absorb her into the Wanxiang Immortal Sect?"

"By the way, she can become the Supreme Elder of our Qingyuan Sect, which is also icing on the cake..."

"Evil beast, shut up!!"

Shangguan Sect Leader lost his composure and almost hit Li Mo on the head with his pipe.

Then the ancestral foundation is not a hideout?

Can the sect still be called a sect? At best, it is a group, and it is a very large one.

"Oh, right, the Qingyuan Imperial Mausoleum..."

Qin Yuzhi raised her head, and memories suddenly came to her mind:

"I designed the imperial mausoleum. I also placed many statues with divine meaning at the entrance to scare the scoundrels and prevent tomb robbers. Why can't I see them now?"

So Qunyu Peak is the entrance to the imperial mausoleum?

She is talking about those statues of watching gods?

Li Mo looked at his master.

"?"

Shang Wu touched her nose, whistled and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

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Yes, the ancestral foundation was designed by someone else.

Shangguan Wencang had a complicated expression. A seventh-level master, many major sects in Zhenzhou may not have such an old monster in their sects.

The fairyland is a legend, and the Tongtian realm has disappeared in the world.

The seventh realm is already the strongest foundation of the nine heavens and ten earths.

But the identity is indeed too sensitive and involved too deeply.

"This matter is serious and needs to be considered in the long run."

The master of the sect hurried back to the main peak. I don't know if he is going to discuss it with the real supreme elder.

Elder Zeng of Hengyun Sword City and Bai Jinghong and others went to Shenbing Peak to stay temporarily. The three heroes of Hengyun are all on the Qianlong List. It is a little closer to go to the Imperial Capital from Ziyang Mansion.

And Elder Hanhe...

"It just so happens that I'm not very good at playing, so you can come."

Li Mo gave up his seat and sat next to Bingtuozi, ready to learn.

Elder Hanhe frowned: "I never participate in such gambling and playing with things."

"Hammer, we agreed before that we would go back to Shenbing Peak to forge iron?"

Li Mo suddenly muttered.

Could this kid be interested in smelting?

Oh, yes, Shenchui Xiaobawang...

Old man Hanhe backed into the garage calmly and sat back.

"It's harmless to enjoy yourself occasionally."

"Shangwu, today I'll let you know that there is someone else who is the first mahjong god in Qingyuan Sect!"

So.

The sound of mahjong rang again.

There is indeed someone else who is the first mahjong god in Qingyuan Sect. It's not Shangwu, but it's not Elder Hanhe.

After Li Mo left the card table, Bingtuozi played better!

Then Xiao Li was still offering mahjong loans.

One of them won money, and the other was lending money.

Do you dare to say that this is not a couple scam?

Helplessly, for the gaming experience of the other three, Xiao Li, who was confident that he had already learned the game, had to be replaced.

"It's the same position, why is the card I drew so bad."

Li Mo muttered and scratched his neck.

Ying Bing lowered his eyes and saw a few beams of sunlight leaking from under the banyan tree, shining on Li Mo's neck, casting mottled light spots.

There are several obvious spots on the place where the scratches are red.

"Hahaha, Hu La! Give me money, give me money."

Li Mo was the last one who didn't win the game, so he was a little distressed.

Before he stretched out his hand to scratch his neck, he suddenly felt a cold touch there.

Hmm?

When he turned around, he suddenly realized that he and Bingtuozi had been sitting very close to each other. If they were any closer, she would be sitting in his arms.

"Is it here?"

"Hmm... There is another place that itches too."

"Where?"

"The other side."

Li Mo said a little guilty.

"?"

What kind of posture can scratch both sides of the neck at the same time?

Then you have to stand up, stand behind him, and let his head rest on his stomach...

Ying Bing dispelled the images in his mind and glanced at the mahjong tiles.

"You've played several cards wrong."

"Ah?"

Li Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, and found that the cards that were already bad were even worse, so he smacked his lips a little melancholy, not knowing whether it was because of mahjong or something else...

Then the cards got worse and worse.

This time, it felt like another pill.

The corners of Li's mouth twitched slightly, his head tilted back, and then he bumped into something warm and soft.

Is it an illusion?

There seemed to be a little more fragrance in his breath, and a cool touch came from his neck.

He was stunned, looked back, and even felt the beautiful lines on his lower abdomen from the side of his face.

"Are you still itchy?"

"No more itchy."

Li Mo took a deep breath and pushed the stacked cards away inadvertently, and then the elders Hanhe and others on the opposite side frowned first, and then their eyes widened.

"I won."

Ying Bing said, but his trembling eyes were not on mahjong.

He said he didn't itch anymore.

But did his itch spread to her, a place that couldn't be scratched?