Chapter 46

The food in the dining room on the flying boat tasted pretty average, but they sold a lot of small things, including food for spirit pets. I bought a small bag of spirit pet food, and Qiuqiu was very happy pecking at it.

After coming out of the dining area, I didn't see the demon cultivator around for a while. I looked over and found a young man vomiting violently on the side of the flying boat.

“Tsk——!”

He vomited until tears came out.

Ah, seasickness?

Xiao Mo suddenly became a little curious. Would the things that were spit out be thrown from high altitude to embarrass the people below, or would they be caught by the protective shield around the flying boat?

He thought about it and looked down casually.

However, when the dirty things touched the protective shield, the corresponding cleansing runes lit up and directly dissolved the garbage. Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows. Although the flying boat was simple overall, the basic hardware conditions were really good. Even this was taken into consideration.

There was a person beside the young man who was vomiting all over the place. He felt distressed and helpless. When the young man looked up, he quickly handed him water and pills and whispered, "Young Master, I told you to just take your own flying boat, but you insisted on suffering like this."

The young man rinsed his mouth and swallowed the pill, then he slowed down a little. Even his jewels and jades could not brighten his gloomy expression. "I didn't expect the flight to be so unstable."

Unstable? Xiao Mo looked down at the deck. He thought it was quite stable.

The young man spread out a fan, perhaps trying to maintain some composure, and whispered to the person next to him who was probably an attendant: "I suggest that we improve this type of flying boat later. Besides, this is ours, so why can't we sit on it?"

Your own?

Xiao Mo took another look at the boy's attire and asked the system to scan his identity.

System: "Name: Wang Ludian, age: 19, young master of the Wang family of Jinxiu Pavilion in the Central Realm."

No wonder, from the hair crown on the head to the belt to the boots on the feet, all of them exude spiritual power. They are clearly all spiritual tools, and there is a smell of money everywhere.

The person following him was not sure whether he was a servant or a guard. He was in the middle stage of Yuanying and had a lot of good stuff on him, maybe even a lot of magical weapons. After he threw them all out, even a peak Yuanying might not be his match.

Of course the Wang family also has requirements for cultivation and urges their disciples to practice, but there is another way outside, that is, if the cultivation is not enough, magic weapons can be used to make up for it. Yes, having money can make you so willful.

Master Wang Xiaoshao didn't have any special appearance in the original novel, but his cousin in the upper world was one of the cornerstone characters.

This cousin had some interactions with Chu Jinglan later. He did business with Chu Jinglan, sold information magic weapons, and asked Chu Jinglan for help. In the original novel, Prince Wang even went to Chu Jinglan and cried while drinking, saying that he had money and ability, and gave away magic weapons and resources, so why couldn't he have Su Baimo's heart alone.

After crying, he sighed again and said to Chu Jinglan: "If I were like you and didn't expect anything from him, wouldn't I be less miserable? But when I think about it, you are still more miserable. You didn't even hold his little hand. All the money went to other bastards."

I don’t know if Mr. Wang realized that the word “slut” also cursed himself.

Wang is smart and clever. He likes to dress up like a peacock and show off his wealth in front of Su Baimo and other queens, but he is very reserved in front of Chu Jinglan. He knows himself well and knows that he cannot be considered a friend of Chu Jinglan, but he is indeed the one who is most like a friend of Chu Jinglan.

He was puzzled and murmured to Chu Jinglan half drunkenly: How could you, such a lonely person, be dragged into this messy world?

Xiao Mo agreed deeply with this statement.

He glanced at Young Master Wang twice more, and Chu Jinglan noticed it, so he asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"No." Xiao Mo retracted his gaze and said casually, "It just seems like he's very rich."

Chu Jinglan paused.

He is indeed very rich, and the cloud-purple robe he is wearing not only looks of high quality, but also has dark cloud patterns floating with the light. It is exquisitely embroidered and looks like flying, which should be in line with Xiao Mo's aesthetic.

When the inner demon smells delicious food, it can't help but sniff it more, and when it sees beautiful clothes, it will look at them more. High-quality spiritual food and beautiful and practical robes all cost money.

Compared with Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan when they first entered the middle realm, they were indeed wealthy, but compared with the middle and upper realms, they were still not that wealthy.

Everyone knows the principle of living off one's savings. Chu Jinglan thought that maybe they should find more things in the secret realm this time, even if they can't use them, they can still exchange them for money.

And when his cultivation recovers, he will have to find some way to make money. As a collaborator, he can provide better conditions to his partners to prevent his inner demon from envying others.

The two did not stay on the deck, but returned to the cabin. There was no movement in the next room. Xiao Mo sent out his spiritual consciousness and the perception of his inner demon, and confirmed that the next room was temporarily empty and the demon cultivator had not returned yet.

Xiao Mo took the nest out of the pet bag and put it on the bedside cabinet. Qiuqiu jumped into the nest, lay down, shook his feathers and went to sleep.

There was only a bed and a small table with a chair in the room. Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan were separated temporarily and did not share a body. Chu Jinglan sat on the chair and read the sword manual, while Xiao Mo lay on the head of the bed with a panel open in front of his eyes, reading the magic sound book.

The demon cultivator next door had been waiting outside for a long time but had not yet found a suitable opportunity to take action.

Many people on this ship were heading for the Fantasy Moon Secret Realm. Some people who originally didn't know each other were able to get together to exchange information, or get close to the crowd and eavesdrop. There were also monks from the Jinxiu Pavilion on the deck, so they didn't find any opportunity to take action.

The more this happened, the more anxious he became. The appetite he had suppressed with great difficulty was not satisfied and became even more surging. Not only was his mouth watering, his stomach and throat were also beginning to burn. If he didn't get enough flesh and blood to relieve the pain, he would surely go insane in extreme pain.

Although I was already half crazy.

The demon cultivator turned around twice anxiously and irritably, swallowing the saliva in his mouth continuously. He simply put on a hooded robe to prevent his ferocious expression from being discovered by anyone. He hid his face in the darkness of the hood and moved in a twisting manner like a worm.

He soon realized that he could not bear it any longer. If he wanted to maintain a bit of sanity, he had to eat immediately... The demon cultivator returned his gaze to the cabin.

The flesh and blood of the guy next door smells really good, and must be delicious when chewed. When I saw him in the dining area just now, I felt that his thin skin and tender flesh must be fresh and delicious. And his slender fingers, dipped in blood, must be crispy and sweet when I nibble on them.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't control his hunger. His remaining rationality seemed to be thinking, but in fact it was constantly tempting and convincing himself:

You see, he is also trying to squeeze into the flying boat, and he is alone. He cannot be some powerful person. How can you deal with him? I am so hungry, I can't hold on any longer. Just choose him and eat him. Yes, go quickly and eat him!

The devil overwhelmed his rationality. He first returned to his room and opened the window. When he saw that the window next door was also open, he was ecstatic and immediately rushed in as fast as he could.

His eyes were full of bloodshot, and the gurgling and swallowing sounds in his throat were already very scary. A strong smell of blood and flesh came from the window. After he entered the window, he rushed directly towards the figure in the house, ready to break his neck when he was not prepared, and then enjoy himself after killing him.

He seemed to have already tasted the delicious food in his mouth, and a smug smile of success appeared on his face.

But the next moment, he was suddenly pulled back and hit the window that had been closed at some point.

The window panels shook but did not break.

The demon cultivator's claws failed to grab anyone's neck. The man wearing a golden mask in the room looked at him quietly. The gray bird squatted on the man's shoulder and chirped at him, probably cursing something ugly.

The demon cultivator's instinct for survival made him take action immediately, using his palm as a knife to cut off the restraints on his body. However, after seeing all this, he saw clearly what had tied him up - it was not a rope or a magic weapon, but black mist.

It is a black mist condensed from thick demonic energy.

The entire room was banned at some point, and it was covered with black fog, from the ceiling to the walls and then to the floor, forming a square cage. In the midst of the demonic energy, the demon cultivator regained some consciousness. He opened his eyes wide and said in surprise, "You are also a demon cultivator!? No, that's not right. Such pure demonic energy... Demon Clan!"

Among the demons, the blood demon was the most resistant to his skills. The demon cultivator felt that something was drilling into his body and sea of ​​consciousness. He tried his best to resist, but his chaotic brain was really weak. He finally realized that he had hit a wall. However, he thought he had encountered the blood demon, which was controlling his messy blood, and quickly said, "My lord, I am blind and do not know the real master. Please help me."

The look the man with the golden mask had given him in the dining room was as cold as snow, but this moment his eyes were different, still cold, but like gorgeous flowers blooming on white bones, wrapping around him coldly, carrying a dangerous aura of death, yet strangely soft.

The man raised a finger at him and said, "Stop making noise. Let me look for it."

What was he looking for? He didn't know, but the demon cultivator knew that he was not going to let him go.

The evil cultivator's heart was screaming wildly, the huge danger made him gather all his strength. He roared loudly, and suddenly all the black mist around him was shaken away. His palm was glowing with a sticky red light, and he slapped Xiao Mochu in shock!

Qiuqiu let out a chirping sound and spat out a flame, but the fireball was very small and missed the target, landing on the black mist covering the wall of the room. Qiuqiu was startled and quickly controlled the flame to disappear. The black mist was its master and it could not attack the black mist. It was aware of this.

Although the fireball deviated, it also caused the demon cultivator to subconsciously tilt his head. At this moment, Xiao Mo raised his hand and grabbed him fiercely. The demon cultivator screamed, fell from mid-air, and rolled around in pain, holding his head.

Xiao Mo directly shattered most of his consciousness!

As expected, none of the demon cultivators were mentally normal, especially this one who suffered severe backlash from his martial arts. After Xiao Mo's black mist invaded his sea of ​​consciousness, he was unable to resist at all. With this level of mental strength, no matter how many more came, they would all be food for Xiao Mo.

As his consciousness was shattered bit by bit, the desire and obsession inside dissipated, and when Xiao Mo smelled it, he felt it became even more fragrant.

Xiao Mo moved his fingers and drew out all his heavy thoughts in one breath. A black mist darker than the devilish energy emerged. The devil cultivator's screams stopped abruptly. He kicked his legs, and as all his thoughts were drawn out, the expression on his face suddenly went blank.

Xiao Mo did not rush to absorb it, but observed the reaction of the demon cultivator. After all, this was the first time he completely sucked away a person's thoughts, unlike the usual way where he would only absorb the heaviest ones twice.

The demon cultivator's eyes were dull, and he was twitching in pain but he didn't scream. He opened his mouth and let the clear liquid drip. Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan were both stunned. Xiao Mo asked uncertainly: "Is this... stupid?"

Chu Jinglan analyzed: "You have already shattered most of his consciousness, so this may have something to do with it."

"Oh, no, with the addition of variables, the result cannot be determined." Xiao Mo's fingertips circled the extracted thoughts. He couldn't find a control group for the time being. Although the experiment had too many loopholes, he could only continue.

If these thoughts are not absorbed, they will return to the demon cultivator's body later.

Through Xiao Mo's vision, Chu Jinglan saw the dark and thick thoughts, which were quite large. He asked, "Are you really going to eat them all?"

Xiao Mo: "The arrow is on the string, let's give it a try."

Xiao Mo hooked his fingertips and absorbed all the thoughts of the demon cultivator.

This person has too many evil thoughts and almost no good and pure thoughts. His appetite for flesh and blood is the strongest. In Xiao Mo's opinion, his whole mind is like braised pork with rich sauce, a big dish that tastes good, but becomes a bit greasy if you eat too much.

While eating, Xiao Mo asked Qiuqiu to practice as well. He pointed at the demon cultivator and said to Qiuqiu, "Be good, go and burn him, but don't burn the floor and the black mist."

Even though flames are naturally powerful, one still has to know how to control them. The fireballs sprayed out by the ball fell on the demon cultivator, and he tried hard to control the range and temperature of the flames to fulfill Xiao Mo's request.

Even though he was being burned like this, the demon cultivator didn't react at all and seemed to be truly stupid.

The golden flame was controlled bit by bit by the ball, with small things flying beside it. Chu Jinglan felt that the scene was indescribably strange. After all, it was common to see people controlling the heat to roast fragrant chickens, but it was rare to see birds controlling the heat to slowly roast people.

Chu Jinglan wanted to say something to Xiao Mo. Snow White moved slightly in the inner palace, but was stunned when she saw the situation around her.

Qiuqiu finally turned the demon cultivator completely into ashes without burning the floor at all. It chirped happily, turned its head to seek praise, and flapped its wings happily towards its owner, but found that the owner did not react at all.

Qiuqiu tilted her head: "Chuck?"

One of the fingers of Chu Jinglan's body trembled, and in his internal organs, a ball of black mist floated up and down, making him feel a little fuzzy.

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "Xiao Mo?"

Xiao Mo's voice was floating: "I... I seem to have become lighter again..."

At this moment, Xiao Mo felt as if he was standing on clouds. No, he was a cloud himself, very comfortable and soft. He should float and float to anywhere.

Chu Jinglan watched the black mist swaying gently around in the inner palace, muttering in his voice. Chu Jinglan was nervous at first, thinking that something had happened to him, but after watching for a while, he found that Xiao Mo was not as crazy as the demon cultivator. This state was more like... being drunk?

The inner demon eats people's hearts and minds, so can it actually make people drunk?

How to deal with this?

Chu Jinglan's knowledge reserve did not have the ability to deal with the current situation. As he was thinking, he was caught off guard and a ball of black mist floated towards him and hit him.

In an instant, a huge and indescribable feeling swept through Chu Jing's body!

Chu Jinglan's heart and brain were shaking violently, like the gentle yet unyielding waves that wrapped around his heart, making his mind go blank instantly, half of his body felt like it was electrified, and his breathing became disordered in an instant.

Any contact imposed on the consciousness will amplify the perception countless times, creating a mysterious, illusory, yet real feeling. A strong attack will be extremely painful, while a gentle touch will instantly make a person melt away, indulging in the comfort of a spring breeze.

Xiao Mo just floated around, so the contact was certainly not heavy.

As we all know, the action of force is mutual. The black mist ball also trembled instantly, and the whole ball became soft. Xiao Mo groaned and trembled in confusion: "Hmm... what is this?"

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "Don't move!"

"Chu, Chu Jinglan?" Xiao Mo's voice was unsteady, "I seem to be a little weird..."

"I know, just don't--!"

“Hmm!”

Xiao Mo moved closer to Bai Xuetuanzi while speaking, and they both groaned at the same time. Now, both dumplings were about to melt.

On weekdays in the inner palace, they each occupied half of the space. Chu Jinglan almost never used the power of consciousness to avoid problems in controlling his body. Only occasionally some glances or expressions belonged to him, such as the frosty glance he gave to the demon cultivator in the dining room.

It can be said that Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan's positions were clearly defined, and neither would cross the line, but at this moment the black mist ball had already squeezed over, and even if it was unconscious, Chu Jinglan felt the oppression while being rubbed numb by him.

It's no different than seizing control of your body.

The atmosphere was just wrong. There was no tension, just chaos.

But at this moment Chu Jinglan did not dare to hand over his body to Xiao Mo's control. God knows what he would do with his body in this state.

Chu Jinglan tried his best to suppress his voice: "Don't move, I'll think of a way, you, Xiao Mo!"

Xiao Mo rolled over while shivering, successfully forcing both balls to gasp for air. The black mist ball knew that it was a bit strange, but it was very comfortable to rub against the white snow ball. The closer it got to the white snow ball, the more comfortable it felt. His head was dizzy and he moved in a daze. Chu Jinglan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the white snow ball suddenly grew bigger and pressed down hard on the black mist ball.

He subconsciously just wanted the black mist to be quiet, but...

This move will only add fuel to the fire.

The black mist ball was pressed so hard that it uttered a distorted humming sound, which was gentle and pleasing to the ear, fragile but confusing.

Chu Jinglan let out an unexpected gasp and fell onto the bed in the small room. The black mist ball couldn't bear it and rushed out of the inner palace tremblingly. Chu Jinglan took back the control of his entire body.

Chu Jinglan had just gained control of his body when he looked up and saw Xiao Mo in human form suddenly appearing from mid-air and falling down. Chu Jinglan immediately reached out his hand, and Xiao Mo fell accurately into Chu Jinglan's arms and was held by him.

I don’t know if it’s because the inner demon has been pretending to be someone else for too long, but he still remembered to give himself spiritual power and maintain his human form that can be touched. He was trembling in Chu Jinglan’s arms, his hands and feet were completely weak.

Chu Jinglan was not in a much better condition. The inner demon did not need to breathe as it had no blood, but Chu Jinglan was not like that. The incident just now had made his breathing disordered, and even though he was suppressing it, he still gasped slightly. There was already a blush on his face, but it was mostly covered by the mask and could not be seen clearly.

He held the inner demon that was still trembling, and felt a little regretful that he had not stopped Xiao Mo from eating up his thoughts completely.

I only knew that people could get drunk, but I never thought that the inner demons could get drunk with thoughts.

As a result, both the man and the demon ended up in such a mess.

Chu Jinglan tried hard to calm her breathing. Xiao Mo groaned twice, and his trembling body slowly stopped. He subconsciously grabbed Chu Jinglan's arm and tried to sit up by himself.

Chu Jinglan grabbed Xiao Mo's arm and helped him get up. Although they had left the inner palace, he was not sure whether Xiao Mo was still drunk at this time. The black mist cage in the room had not been removed yet. He helped Xiao Mo up and looked into his eyes.

Xiao Mo's eyes were still dazed, and he didn't look like he was awake.

Chu Jinglan pursed her lips and tried to call him: "Xiao Mo?"

Xiao Mo hummed softly, his eyes moving slowly. He sat in Chu Jinglan's arms, and after a moment of confusion, his gaze finally came to Chu Jinglan and landed on a specific point.

Chu Jinglan almost thought he was fine, but the next second, Xiao Mo pressed his shoulder and slowly moved closer.

Chu Lan was stunned.

"You smell so good." Xiao Mo's eyes became hazy again, and he murmured, "You look delicious..."

Chu Jinglan's breathing had completely calmed down at this time. When he heard what Xiao Mo said, his eyes darkened. The demon cultivator just now had a strong desire to eat human flesh and blood, and the impact must have been the greatest. At this moment, Xiao Mo, in his drunken state, actually showed the thought of eating people.

He looked at Xiao Mo: "You want to eat me?"

The red lotus pattern hidden on Xiao Mo's forehead emerged, and his dark eyes were replaced by dark red, which made him look gorgeous, strange, enchanting, and extremely dangerous.

His dark red eyes moved: "No?"

Chu Jinglan's mind had calmed down completely. He asked, "How do you want to eat me? Cut me open and eat my flesh and blood?"

Xiao Mo's unclear mind seemed to think hard, and then said: "No."

He repeated, "No."

Fortunately, it seems that the influence of the evil cultivator's thoughts is not too profound. He may have just elevated the idea of ​​eating a little bit, and has not assimilated it to the point of eating people.

But when will this state disappear?

Chu Jinglan said to Xiao Mo: "Then how do you want to eat?"

Xiao Mo frowned and thought for a long time. He stared at Chu Jinglan's masked face, then suddenly reached out and took off the mask. He tried to look carefully for a moment, then slumped down dejectedly: "No more eating."

He casually threw the mask away and slid down. He was originally sitting in Chu Jinglan's arms. Chu Jinglan subconsciously raised his hands to hold his lower back to prevent him from falling out.

Xiao Mo realized that this person couldn't eat, and his expression was very depressed. The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, and then he glanced at Chu Jinglan angrily.

Under normal circumstances, this would have been a sign of a quarrel, but now, Chu Jinglan was not sure what he wanted to do.

"You, you——" Xiao Mo opened his mouth, but his drunken brain couldn't even think of an argument. He was visibly getting angry. Chu Jinglan let the drunk go crazy on his own and reached out to grab the mask that was thrown aside.

And the man who was so angry at himself seemed to have finally found a way to vent. Xiao Mo suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Chu Jinglan's hand that was reaching for the mask.

Chu Jinglan: Is the quarrel going to escalate into a fight?

But the next second, he froze.

The inner demon didn't know whether to live or die, and actually opened his mouth and bit Chu Jinglan's hand.

The first bite was a bit big, and he thought it might be tiring to bite it himself, so he loosened his grip and instead took hold of one of Chu Jinglan's fingers. Only then was he satisfied, as if he had won the fight. He lowered his red eyes and glanced at Chu Jinglan lazily and complacently.

The white and slender fingers were just touching the rosy lips, and the ten fingers were connected to the heart. The coolness of Xiao Mo's spiritual body went along the fingertips to the heart, causing Chu Jinglan's heart, which had just calmed down, to beat violently again.

He looked at the drunken Xiao Mo and was speechless for a moment.

The inner demon's tongue is as cold as frost and snow.

The inner demon in brightly colored clothes sat bonelessly in his arms, biting his fingers gently, with her black hair hanging down by her cheeks and her eyes wandering between ignorance and deliberate misleading. Just a glance at her was enough to scare people.

It is true that inner demons are the easiest to confuse a person's mind.

One of Chu Jinglan's hands was held in his mouth, and the other hand was still on Xiao Mo's waist. If someone were to break in and see this scene, no one would think of it as pure.

But besides them, the only person in the room was a fat little kid who had just been born and had very simple thoughts.

Qiuqiu jumped to the two of them, looked at their postures and asked in confusion: "Chiu?"

Chu Jinglan suddenly came to his senses and was about to take his finger out.

Xiao Mo noticed his movements and refused to admit defeat, so he immediately used both hands to grab Chu Jinglan's hand and put it into his mouth again.

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "..."

His whole body tensed up, and he spoke with difficulty: "Open your mouth."

The inner demon held his finger in his mouth and hummed softly: I won’t let go.

The ball next to him was jumping up and down: "Chiu, chiu, chiu?"

Chu Jinglan, the only one who was normal and sober, was shocked: "..."

He could no longer bear it, so he grabbed Xiao Mo's waist and twisted him hard. Xiao Mo felt dizzy and unconsciously opened his mouth. He was pulled down onto the bed, and then his hands were tied with something.

It was the rope that Chu Jinglan took out from the storage container. Yes, it was originally used to fight against Jinglei.

Xiao Mo didn't struggle, but just looked at his bound hands in surprise. Chu Jinglan held his wrists and said with gritted teeth: "Behave yourself."

Qiuqiu jumped over with a chirp, and it thought a fight was about to break out. No, no, how could the master and another master fight?

Chu Jinglan took the pet bag and put the ignorant little thing into it.

Good, the world is finally clean.