Chapter 175 Mo Xiang’s considerations
This was Ning Wuxie's first time riding a dragon.
In fact, there are no dragons at all in the world, there are only dragons similar to dragons, but the most powerful black dragon is the ruler of a dynasty and is extremely noble. Who can ride them as pets?
But Ning Wuxie has done it now.
He stood on Mo Ming's dragon head, grabbing Mo Ming's horns with both hands and pulling them up, down, left and right to control the direction of its flight, as if he were really riding a dragon. At the same time, he looked serious, and the Xuanhun Jue covered Mo Ming's consciousness, leaving only some of his sensory functions.
Mo Ming could neither see nor hear now. He was crazy and gave up thinking at this moment. He just flew forward based on his feelings, his head twisting in various ways with Ning Wuxie. At the same time, he also felt unbearable pain in his chest and abdomen, and he just wanted to vomit.
Ning Wuxie controlled Mo Ming to fly up and down, kicking him on the head from time to time, making him continue spitting fire, burning the entire Peach Blossom Mountain and Peach Blossom Valley.
The white bones that were exposed all over the valley and had no one to bury them were all burnt to ashes by the black flames, thus helping them rest in peace.
I don’t know if this is considered a meritorious deed? Although Ning Wuxie didn't mean it.
Feeling the feeling of flying with a dragon at an altitude of thousands of meters, seeing the head but not the tail in the clouds, Ning Wuxie exclaimed that it was so refreshing and regretted not bringing Xuan'er along to experience it.
She will definitely scream with excitement and hug herself tightly.
Thinking of Xuan'er, Ning Wuxie suddenly felt that riding a dragon was just that, and he missed Xuan'er a little.
Ning Wuxie turned to look into the distance. All the saint guards stopped in mid-air and looked towards here. He lowered his head again and stamped Mo Ming's forehead hard.
"Have you finished vomiting? Hurry up!"
"Hey!" Mo Ming was hit on the head inexplicably, but he didn't know what was going on. He just felt extremely nauseated. He stuck out his tongue and spit out a large lump of black flame, which smashed into the Peach Blossom Valley with a roar.
Ning Wuxie looked down and saw that this guy's chest and abdomen had finally returned to normal size, so he immediately turned his head and flew towards the large army in the distance.
"Fuck! This guy is coming!"
"Run!"
I don't know who got up, and the holy guards retreated back with another roar.
Mo Xin in front felt so embarrassed that his face was almost red. They have rescued their own people, what are you still afraid of!
Not only that, it was nothing more than embarrassing himself in front of Ning Wuxie. After all, he was from the human race and would not stay in Lanyuan for long.
But there is still a poor man here. He is the leader of the Black Python Clan and the head of the Lanyuan Snake Clan! If you are looked down upon by him, then it is no longer just a joke over a meal!
Thinking of this, Mo Xin did not retreat, but faced the flying Ning Wuxie.
She released her claws, Xuan'er stepped on the flying sword and flew towards Ning Wuxie, while Chi Lian turned into a small snake and hung on her body.
When the two dragons met, Ning Wuxie exerted a little force in the Xuanhun Jue, pressed the dragon's horns with both hands, and suspended Mo Ming in the air. Xuan'er jumped directly behind him, hugged his waist, stepped on Mo Ming's head and jumped excitedly.
"Third Princess, I rescued Mo Ming." Ning Wuxie shouted to Mo Xin.
"Thank you very much. I want to thank you on behalf of the Mo Jiao Clan..." Mo Xin still had a look of disbelief on his face, and Long Yan looked at Ning Wuxie standing on top of Mo Ming's dragon head in astonishment.
Her mood at the moment was extremely complicated. Although she had been in the human world and did not feel that she was extremely noble as Mo Jiao, she was still a little proud of herself because she was from the royal family after all.
She had never seen a member of the Mo Jiao tribe, and a member of the royal family, being ridden on top of his head like this... She had only seen Mo Jiao reduced to a mount on one occasion, and that was when she was carrying her father, Emperor Mo Xiang. .
But Ning Wuxie, a human race, actually...
Mo Xin felt very unhappy, but she couldn't say anything. After all, Ning Wuxie saved Mo Ming's life, and she still wanted to thank him.
"Has he finished vomiting?" Mo Xin asked worriedly.
"It should be finished, why don't you take a look?"
Mo Xin flew to Mo Ming's chest and abdomen, sniffed close to the faucet, and looked relieved.
"It's okay, you can go back."
"Okay, I'll go and report back to Your Majesty right now!" Ning Wuxie said, grabbing the dragon's horns with both hands and pushing forward, Mo Ming rushed out with a whoosh, leaving Xuan'er's excited scream.
Mo Xin was on the spot, looking embarrassed and hesitant to speak. She actually wanted Ning Wuxie to put down Mo Ming first, instead of riding a dragon to see Mo Xiang...
But in fact, Mo Xiang didn't care about this. He was even more excited than Mo Xin.
His bloodline experiments have experienced countless failures, and most of them failed to reach the point where Mo Ming was. So when Mo Ming went crazy and was defeated, although he felt sad, he immediately accepted the fact.
But I didn't expect that Ning Wuxie could directly rescue Mo Ming!
A crazy ink dragon full of black flames, how did he stop him from detonating himself? !
Mo Xiang excitedly stood up from the wooden platform, and had Mo Ming's four claws tied up and the dragon's mouth tied up, and he was taken down.
Ning Wuxie tried to withdraw the Xuanhun Jue, but Mo Ming actually fell asleep. He then left the dragon head with confidence and stepped on the flying sword.
That night, the Mojiao tribe held a banquet with music, singing and dancing in their tent to celebrate Ning Wuxie becoming the first person to join the Lanyuan Saint Clan's guard as a human!
But Lu Qiong left here overnight and returned to Jiuyong.
Even at the banquet, Mo Xiang was still wrapped in thick clothes, but he still pulled down his hood, revealing his true face in Lushan.
He has an old face, his cheeks are swollen and white, and his hair is sparse. Only the pair of eyebrows can show a bit of majesty. The old man lost his previous airs and smiled at Ning Wuxie.
After three rounds of drinking, all the irrelevant people left, leaving only Mo Xiang, Mo Xin and some of the emperor's confidants, as well as Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er.
"I don't like Confucianism and the Human Race, but that doesn't mean I think there can be no Confucianism and the Human Race in the world." At the wine table, Mo Xiang suddenly said, looking at Ning Wuxie with a look he had never seen before.
"In the past, I was young, energetic, and had many ideas. In order to implement my plan, I killed many people who stood in my way."
"But now, I'm old, really old."
"After my death, the Lanyuan Dynasty needs stability and a smooth transition...until Xin'er secures the throne."
Mo Xin, who was sitting next to him, suddenly widened his eyes and almost spit out the wine he had just put in his mouth.
But Mo Xiang seemed not to notice and continued:
"Xin'er believes in you, so I won't be suspicious. I hope that after Xin'er ascends the throne, you can maintain the stability of Lan Yuan like a Confucian disciple."
Mo Xiang raised his glass in greeting, and Ning Wuxie quickly returned the gift and took a sip of the demon clan's strong wine.
At this moment, he finally understood why Mo Xiang wanted him to join the Saint Clan Guards in an unprecedented way. It was actually to help Mo Xin stabilize his rule.
In the past, Confucian disciples were an obstacle to Mo Xiang's bloodline plan. Now, it was time for Mo Xiang to need Confucians, so he risked the disapproval of the world and promoted them.
Fortunately, after Ning Wuxie's actions today, the eyes of the saint guards changed when they looked at him. They thought there wouldn't be much of a problem by then.
"If anything, your Majesty is in good health and his life span must be very long." Ning Wuxie replied politely.
"Alas." Mo Xiang took a long breath and shook his head, "Originally, I thought I could live another hundred or two hundred years, but the last failure hit me hard."
"You may also know that I welcomed the birth of the mythical beast Bai Ze at Lishan outside the Hermit Valley..."
Ning Wuxie's expression was as calm as usual, and she just squeezed Xuan'er's hand gently under the table.
"Yes, I have indeed heard of it. Where is Bai Ze?" There was only curiosity in his eyes.
"Of course she ran away!" Mo Xiang said angrily, "Damn humans, that's the divine beast I resurrected! They even came to fight for it shamelessly!"
"But these guys are all casual cultivators, and their cultivation level is not high. Even if there are many people, they can be suppressed by me... The most irritating thing is an immortal magic weapon that appears out of nowhere!!"
"A broken fan directly cut through the immortal rope, causing me to miss the opportunity to capture the divine beast!"
"If you let me know which sect and which sect's immortal treasure this is, I will definitely use the strength of the whole country to crush him to ashes!" Mo Xiang slapped the table and roared, because he was so excited that he lost his breath for a moment and couldn't help but cough. .
"Father, calm down." Mo Xin quickly stepped forward and patted Mo Xiang's back.
Ning Wuxie blinked and said:
"Indeed, this person is really hateful!"