Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    Xulingxian Mountain, all flowers bloom in an instant, all facing one direction.

    And in that glow, a figure is gradually taking shape.

    "Congratulations to the successful transformation of the young master." There was a congratulatory voice on the side of the ear.

    As soon as Mu Xing opened his eyes, he didn't even care to look at himself, and hurriedly called the person next to him: "Dian Zhu, where is my father?"

    Dian Zhu only felt that his whole body was surrounded by endless vitality and rich wood spirit power. He took a sip, only to feel that his ears and eyes were clear, and the turbid energy in his body was completely dissipated.

    It is worthy of the name of the flame wood spirit.

    Dian Zhu replied: "Xianzun is retreating."

    Retire?

    Mu Xing closed his eyes and walked towards the place he remembered.

    On the way, he was stopped.

    Or, he was stopped by an avatar.

    He bowed to Mu Xing with a smile: "Congratulations to Yanmu Lingzun's transformation."

    Mu Xing glanced at him: "The demons of the Rakshasa world, Xuling Mountain is not the place you should come."

    Mu Xing frowned.

    Moruo lowered his voice: "Ling Zun has been staying in Xuling Mountain for hundreds of years, but there is no news from outside. It can be seen that the news of Baihong Xianzun is hidden."

    He looked at Mu Xing deeply: "Lingzun knows that two thousand years ago, Baihong Xianzun was plotted and hurt the foundation?"

    Mu Xing's heart sank: "What are you trying to say?"

    Moruo sighed and looked at Mu Xing with incomparably loving eyes: "I heard the news that the Lingzun will be called the little son. That Baihong Immortal Venerable treats him like a father. But the Spirit Venerable knows that the Flame Wood Spirit is the only thing in the world that can save Baihong Immortal Venerable's life."

    He looked at Mu Xing earnestly: "I really can't bear to be deceived by Lingzun, so I came here to tell you that you must not follow the old way of Bai Hong."

    Moruo smiled and said: "What I said is true or false, Lingzun will know after a little inquiries."

    After he finished speaking, he didn't even need Mu Xing to do anything, he dispersed this avatar himself, leaving no trace.

    Rakshasa.

    Morra clutched his chest and adjusted his breath for a long time before he recovered.

    But...

    The corner of Morro's mouth raised a smile: It's worth it, isn't it?

    He knew that the flame wood spirit did not fully believe his words.

    But he doesn't have to believe it all, as long as the flame wood spirit has doubts in his heart, check again...

    White rainbow ah white rainbow, count the days, you should reach your limit, what will you do?

    Suling Mountain.

    Mu Xing went straight to the mountain where Baihong Xianzun was located.

    They looked at each other and smiled bitterly: Immortal Venerable, it's not that we didn't try our best.

    After the little boy transforms into shape, we are no match at all.

    In the distance, Mu Xing saw a back.

    He watched this figure for eight hundred years, and he was familiar with it to the depths of his soul.

    Just one glance, his eyes were sour.

    "Father!" He blinked quickly, hiding the tears for a moment, and shouted loudly.

    Xianzun Baihong came back to his senses and looked at the young man who was running towards him.

    A smile appeared on his indifferent face, and he looked at him with relief: "Our family has been transformed into a star, and it is more beautiful than Daddy imagined!"

    Mu Xing snorted softly: "Are you praising yourself? Who doesn't know that I look like you?"

    He stretched out his hand and grabbed a strand of white hair on the shoulders of Baihong Xianzun: "Father, what's going on?"

    Xianzun Baihong didn't care about his tone: "It's just a small mistake in the practice."

    "Really?" Mu Xing asked, "Isn't he seriously injured two thousand years ago?"

    Xianzun Baihong was startled: "Who told you?"

    "A demon." Mu Xing was still a teenager at the moment, a head shorter than Immortal Venerable Baihong.

    He needed to raise his head to look directly at the man in front of him: "The devil told me that only I can cure your injury. You have ulterior motives for raising me as if you were a parent. "

    Xianzun Baihong's tone was cold, and already contained a trace of killing intent: "Who told you?"

    He met the boy's clear eyes.

    Xianzun Baihong, who originally wanted to explain something, suddenly changed his tone: "It's true."

    Mu Xing's pupils tightened.

     Immortal Venerable Bai Hong said indifferently: "Yes, the purpose of my search for you was to devour you and heal my wounds."

    At that time, his soul and inner palace were all damaged, and the immortal energy in his body was draining little by little.

    If this goes on, he will eventually end up with a dead end.

    Later, he found out from the ancient books that in his situation, only one thing can save him: the flame wood spirit. Born in the fire of water, born in the wood of fire, born in the ray of life in the dead.

    Only the continuous vitality of the flame wood spirit can repair his injury.

    He searched for more than a thousand years, and finally found an erupting volcano under the deep sea in the southern polar region.

    cyan light.

    "Is that me?"

    Xianzun Baihong remembered that scene, and his eyes softened: "Yeah, that's you. When I first discovered you, you were only half the size of a palm, a cyan tree. Little flame."

    Not afraid of people at all.

    He went to look for him with such obvious malice, but this little flame was entangled like a curious baby - and then accidentally failed to restrain his strength and burned him.

    That was the only time the flame wood spirit hurt Pei Huanzhou.

    The next thing will no longer be controlled by Immortal Venerable Baihong.

     On the way home, his injuries erupted and he passed out.

    I don't know how long it took to wake up again, a small flame that grew about half an inch was flying up and down around him constantly, using its own vitality to warm up without a teacher with the man lying on the ground.

    The moment Pei Huanzhou opened his eyes, he heard a happy, crisp voice in his ears: "Father!"

    The flame wood spirit absorbed his essence and blood, naturally approached him, and regarded him as a father.

    Afterwards, Pei Huanzhou could no longer do it.

    He brought the flame wood spirit back to Xuling Mountain, up and down Xuling Mountain, and regarded him as a little master.

    The child bowed his head, obviously hurt by the truth, very sad.

    Pei Huanzhou stood aside, thinking cruelly: That's fine, he's sad for a while now, it's better than watching his loved ones die and be sad for a lifetime.

    He was even ready, waiting quietly, waiting to meet the child's hatred and resentful eyes.

    Mu Xing has never been so easy to deceive.

    The spirits of heaven and earth are especially sensitive to the good and evil of emotions.

    Mu Xing raised his head and looked at Immortal Venerable Baihong seriously: "Father, those past have nothing to do with me, I don't want to hear about it. What about you now? You want my life now, to treat you hurt?"

    Pei Huanzhou lowered his eyes and was about to speak, but Mu Xing immediately uttered to block his disobedience: "I want to hear the truth!"

    Pei Huanzhou: "…"

    The two faced each other in silence for a long time.

    Mu Xing laughed suddenly.

    He took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and hugged the man in front of him tightly.

    This embrace is as generous and warm as he imagined, and it satisfies all the yearnings of a teenage flame for his father.

    "I knew that a real daddy couldn't do such a thing." Mu Xing muttered.

    Pei Huanzhou sighed, raised his hand and patted his shoulder lightly: "Real dad? Do you still have a fake dad?"

    Mu Xing poked his head out of his arms: "Yes, you don't know what I went through."

    He told Pei Huanzhou about the last reincarnation.

    He said: "In that reincarnation, my master is Baihong Xianzun, also called Pei Huanzhou."

    He sighed with emotion: "No wonder, as soon as I saw him, I felt like it and couldn't help but get close, but I always felt that something was wrong."

    Now that I think about it, that "White Rainbow Immortal Venerable" is set according to the real White Rainbow Immortal Venerable.

    Appearance, character, and temperament are all similar.

    Even if Mu Xing lost his memory, he was still close to each other subconsciously.

    Mu Xing has used his clever little head to analyze the matter: "There is definitely something wrong with that reincarnation, I suspect that it is the devil who was looking for me today."

    I deliberately used my father's name in the dream, and even the experience was fake.

    The only difference is that the "White Rainbow Immortal" in the dream was a hypocrite from beginning to end, and even wanted Mu Xing's life in the end.

    "If I'm not that smart, I'll probably be right." Mu Xing praised himself without any guilt.

    Imagine that he just experienced such a sad reincarnation. When he woke up, someone told him that the real Baihong Xianzun raised him only to devour him to heal.

    The most terrifying thing is that Moro did not lie.

    Once Mu Xing leaves, wait for Immortal Baihong’s…

    "Father, his goal is you."

    Pei Huanzhou's focus was on another thing: "What's the matter with reincarnation?"

    In recent days, all his attention has been on suppressing the injury, but he did not expect that Xuling Mountain was actually exploited by the demons, and they actually hit Xingxing with their ideas.

    Mu Xing frowned: "I don't know..."

    "I, I know!" A weak voice suddenly sounded.

    This voice…

    Mu Xing's eyes widened: "Light cluster?"

    A wisp of gray mist floated out from Mu Xing's sea of ​​consciousness.

    It looks very pale, almost disappearing.

    Gray fog, which is the light group, shivered: "I know what's going on!"