Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

When Mo Qianqian was brought to the middle-aged man again, his body could no longer move.

She only has the cultivation level of the Lost Dao Realm, and the four ghosts are at the lowest level of the Soul Refining Realm. Even if they try their best, they can't escape the fate of being captured.

The middle-aged man had a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of appreciation. His eyes seemed to be looking at a beautiful piece of porcelain, rather than a person.

In his eyes, Mo Qianqian is just an artifact, at best a relatively rare artifact that can bring him physical and mental happiness.

Mo Qianqian felt desperate. This gap in physical power made her feel at a loss.

The middle-aged man raised his wrist and put it behind Mo Qianqian's ear. He looked as gentle as a kind father combing his daughter's hair.

Mo Qianqian couldn't move, even her mouth was sealed tightly, and she couldn't make a single sound. Only her eyeballs could move.

But her eyes were no longer as calm as before, instead they were filled with panic and a hint of fear.

She didn't know what was waiting for her next, but she didn't expect anything good.

"jump--"

With a soft sound, the string of the veil behind the ear was torn off, and the middle-aged man's smile became more intense.

The veil was slowly taken off, and the first thing that was revealed was the tall tip of the nose. The smooth surface was like a piece of porcelain, and even the nostrils looked so round.

Then there are the small red lips, the slightly raised lips are like a plump cherry, which makes people want to pick it off and taste it.

With a round jaw and a slender neck, the entire face looks flawless, with no flaws to be found.

"Beautiful...beautiful..."

The middle-aged man watched mesmerizedly, murmuring with blurred eyes, and couldn't help clapping his hands in admiration.

"How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world? She is so beautiful."

The middle-aged man grabbed Mo Qianqian's arm and held her in his arms. He turned around and walked into the house. At the same time, he ordered without looking back, "Tell them that I have other important matters today and the meeting has been postponed."

"yes."

Mo Qianqian's eyes showed strong fear, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Where...is he going to take himself?

What is he going to do? !

The two walked through the pavilion and across the corridor. As they walked inside, Mo Qianqian became more and more panicked. Because his head could not move, his eyes could only be fixed on the man.

There are indeed many ghosts in the house. The maid who happened to pass by saw the middle-aged man and stood on both sides with her head bowed obediently.

At most, he glanced at Mo Qianqian curiously, then lowered his head deeply, feeling ashamed in his heart.

So beautiful...

It was a breathtaking beauty.

It's a pity...it's of no use.

Beauty is never a reward from God, but a punishment, especially since she is unable to bear it.

Not far ahead, a graceful woman wearing a flower headdress walked up to the middle-aged man and saluted, "Master, didn't you go on a business trip? Why are you back?"

Although the woman was talking to the middle-aged man, her eyes never left Mo Qianqian. This woman's appearance was really too eye-catching, which made her feel a deep sense of crisis.

She felt that her position was about to be lost.

The middle-aged man ignored her and just lightly ordered, "No one is allowed to disturb me!"

Bang--

Without waiting for the woman to answer, the middle-aged man closed the door.

As the door closed, Mo Qianqian's last hope was completely cut off, and two lines of tears flowed from his scattered pupils.

She regretted it...

She should not choose to stay without overestimating her capabilities. If she had left with Fang Qingge and others, this kind of thing would not have happened.

She was thrown on the bed by a man,

Mo Qianqian looked at the skin and the figure on his body, and slowly closed his eyes.

She is the Saint of Shangyin Mountain, the leader of the younger generation, and her master is a strong man in the Hedao realm.

She came from a strong background and never imagined that she would experience something like this.

But now it's too late to say anything...

The sound of a middle-aged man's heavy breathing came from his body, but to Mo Qianqian's ears, it sounded like the mockery of an evil spirit.

At the same time, there seemed to be a voice deep in her heart, asking soul-like questions,

Do you really regret it?

No,

You just regret that you lost the bet.

He didn't get any benefits, but he benefited from it.

There was a dead silence in Mo Qianqian's heart.

Yes, she lost, but not completely because she was still alive.

The voice in her heart continued, which made her shift her mind and no longer pay attention to the man on her body.

You always keep to yourself. Do you really not like communicating with others?

No,

You just disdain to be with others. The deep-seated hypocrisy and superiority mentality make you look down on others.

You look down on everyone who is below you!

If you were really proud, why did you agree to join forces with Fang Qingge and others to deal with Xu Sanyan?

Why did they form an alliance with Luo Changtian to take care of each other?

Just because you know that your pride is fake, and hypocrisy and arrogance are real.

Huanxi's innocent heart can best discern the good and evil in people's hearts. Why does he hate you so much?

Because he has seen through you!

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Mo Qianqian opened her eyes. She knew that the voice was the truest thought deep in her heart, but she never dared to face her heart.

It wasn't until this moment that she lost the most important and least important thing about herself, and her heart felt like death, that she could truly face her heart.

She also understood why Fang Qingge, Jingyi, Xu Sanyan, and even Qi Liang could understand their own artistic conception, but she couldn't.

The reason is here, she dare not look directly at the other side of herself,

The hypocritical and arrogant side.

This is my own calamity.

Mo Qianqian's tears stopped flowing, her eyes regained their composure, and she moved her eyes slightly to look at the man on top of her.

The middle-aged man saw Mo Qianqian's gaze, and he also smiled, and with a little effort, he said, "Hmm... have you figured it out?"

Mo Qianqian couldn't move and could only blink lightly.

The middle-aged man understood what she meant, but no movement was seen from him. A black energy dispersed from Mo Qianqian's body, and she was able to move.

But she didn't struggle, because she knew that in the face of absolute strength, any struggle would be in vain.

"Hahahaha...that's right."

The middle-aged man laughed, "Since God has given you such a beautiful face, why not use it for your own benefit?"

"You're right."

Mo Qianqian deeply believed that the veil covering her face in the past was just the hypocrisy in her heart.

"Don't worry, since you obey me, I won't let you suffer any loss. Don't you all come here because you want soul crystals? I have plenty of them. You can get as many as you want."

"Thank you, sir..."

Now that the matter has come to this, Mo Qianqian no longer resists.