The young man who cultivated the truth returned to the city

"You may not believe it, but I am a cultivator."

"Cultivator... Cultivator?" The black-clothed leader was stunned when he heard his words, and then suddenly laughed: "Have you read too many novels? Cultivator... Hahaha!"

In the eyes of the black-clothed leader, Ji Mo is an alien king, and an alien king who has read too many novels. He is laughing at Ji Mo and at himself. He is laughing at Ji Mo for being obsessed with novels, and at himself for being defeated by a person who is obsessed with novels.

In fact, not to mention that he doesn't believe it, even Ye Zhiling thinks it is too impossible. She has never heard of such a thing, and it is too hard to believe that a cultivator can become an immortal!

"You should die." Ji Mo didn't care about what he said, and still said coldly.

In Ji Mo's eyes, they must die, because he hates and detests such people!

"Hahaha... Since I lost, I never thought about going back. Give me a quick death!" The black-clothed leader is a manly character. Since he is going to die, he will not beg for mercy.

He thought that after this mission, he would be promoted and spend a comfortable vacation. Who would have thought that not only did he fail to complete the mission, but he also lost his life.

Ji Mo waved his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand. He slashed at the black-clothed leader with a sword. This sword was so fast that the black-clothed leader died without feeling any pain.

Ji Mo waved his hand again, and the long sword disappeared, as if it had never appeared. He waved his hand again, and the bodies of the three men in black were ignited with flames, instantly turning their bodies into ashes. A breeze blew, and the ashes floated to the woods on both sides of the road.

At this time, Ye Zhiling was so shocked by his killing method that she couldn't speak. A flip of his hand, a sword, a flip of his hand, a flame, killing people like a breeze, leaving no trace!

Who is he? Is he really a cultivator? Do such people really exist? A lot of questions flooded her mind.

In addition to being shocked, she was also very scared in her heart. This was the first time she saw a murder scene.

Ji Mo turned around and wanted to ask her where her home was, but he saw that her dress was disheveled, so he immediately avoided her gaze.

Ye Zhiling saw his expression, and then she realized that although her private parts were covered by underwear, most of her skin was still exposed. She shyly hugged her arms and covered herself.

Ji Mo took out a white cloak from the ring, put it next to her, and turned around.

Ye Zhiling took the cloak and wrapped it around herself, and she couldn't help but feel more favorable towards the person who saved her.

"Where is your home?" Ji Mo asked.

"Ye's home." Ye Zhiling replied.

"I don't know where it is."

Ye Zhiling was stunned. There are still people in the three northeastern provinces who don't know where the Ye's home is?

"I haven't been back for a long time, so I don't know many places here." Ji Mo said again.

"In the Oriental Manor, go straight from here and turn left, then go forward..." Ye Zhiling said to him.

"Excuse me." Ji Mo turned around and picked her up in a princess hug.

Ye Zhiling blushed in shame when he hugged her like this. She had never been hugged by a man since she was six years old, and this time the man who hugged her was a man she didn't know. More importantly, he had just saved her.

"Buzz!"

Ji Mo threw his hand, and a sword flew out of the ring and landed at his feet. Ji Mo held Ye Zhiling and stood on it.

"Is this... flying with a sword?" Ye Zhiling couldn't help asking.

"Yeah."

Ji Mo's internal Qi was released, and the sword instantly flew up like a spirit, rising straight into the air. In order to avoid being seen by people on the ground, Ji Mo flew directly into the clouds with the sword.

The rapid rise scared Ye Zhiling. She had never flown before. When she flew up, she was so scared that she hugged Ji Mo's neck tightly and dared not open her eyes.

Ji Mo's face behind the mask was still very calm. Although Ye Zhiling was very beautiful and her smell was very charming, it could not attract Ji Mo, because he had accepted death in his heart, and he would not have any nostalgia for this stranger.

His palm was on Ye Zhiling's back, and he gave her some true energy, otherwise she couldn't breathe in the clouds.

"Huh!"

After a short ascent, when Ye Zhiling opened her eyes again, she was stunned. There was a huge sun in the distance, and white clouds were within reach all around. The white clouds blocked her sight in various postures. She couldn't see the city below when she looked down, and could only see white clouds. The sun's light shone through the white clouds, and the light was very soft. Looking around, the vision was vast, and if she looked carefully, she could see several planes flying.

"This is... the sky..." Ye Zhiling was shocked by the scenery.

"Yeah." Ji Mo stepped on the sword and flew at a high speed. Ye Zhiling could feel the fierceness of the wind hitting her face. She knew that if it weren't for the warmth from the palm of the man in red, she couldn't breathe in this high-speed airflow.

The sword flew very steadily, and Ye Zhiling was in a good mood, but also a little shy. After all, few girls were not moved by such a heroic rescue, and Ye Zhiling was the same.

"Hero..." Ye Zhiling still felt that this title was awkward, and asked, "What do you call me?"

Ji Mo listened to her question, thought for a while, and said, "Call me Mr. Terminal Disease."

"Huh? Mr. Terminal Disease?"

"Yes."

Ye Zhiling saw him nod, confirming that she had heard correctly, and felt a little disappointed that he didn't tell her his real name, but then she let it go. Don't these masked heroes want others to know their identities?

"As for the terminally ill hero, the clouds are so thick that they block your vision. Are you sure where you are flying to?" Ye Zhiling asked.

"Cultivators have spiritual consciousness and can understand their surroundings without using their eyes." Ji Mo said slowly.

"..."

Ye Zhiling once thought that people with superpowers were the top beings in the world, but she didn't know until now... that she was too ignorant.

Ye Zhiling wanted to ask some questions, but found that Ji Mo had already started to land, so she shut up and stopped asking questions.

"chant!"

The air was squeezed out by the true energy, and as the sword descended, the city and land below gradually appeared in front of you.

Ye Zhiling was shocked again. She had never seen this city from a high altitude dive. Jingshan City was so big that she could only see part of it, but this part alone was already very beautiful.

In order to avoid the eyes of ordinary people, Ji Mo accelerated his descent instantly. In almost a few seconds, he had landed on the ground and put away the flying sword.

Ji Mo looked around and saw a large manor in front of him, with many trees planted inside. The buildings were very simple, including a large fountain and two four-story villas.

"Your home?" Jimo asked.

"Yeah." Ye Zhiling replied.

Ji Mo put Ye Zhiling down. He stepped forward and rang the doorbell. Without any nostalgia, he summoned the flying sword and was about to take off.

"Wait!" Ye Zhiling suddenly shouted.

Jimo paused.

"When will the cloak be returned to you?"

"You can give it to me if we meet," Ji Mo said.

"chant!"

Ji Mo stepped on his sword and walked away, leaving only a strong wind behind.

The wind ruffled Ye Zhiling's hair and touched her heartstrings.

High in the sky, Ji Mo took off his mask and sighed, "Didn't I agree not to care about other things..."

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"Where did you go, kid! I thought you were caught by the Zhao family, and you were going to the Zhao family to plead for mercy!"

Zhang Yuhua sat sweating profusely at a roadside stall and scolded Ji Mo who had just returned. From time to time he would pick up the juice on the table and take a few sips.

"I haven't been back for many years. I got lost while wandering around." Ji Mo said with a smile.

"Then why don't you answer my phone when I call you?"

Ji Mo took out a slightly older Honor Huawei 4 from his pocket. This was a domestically produced mobile phone that was very popular three years ago. It was also the only property Ji Mo took with him after he was kicked out of the house. It is still well preserved. .

Press to light up the screen, which shows seven missed calls, all from Zhang Yuhua.

"I'm muted." Jimo said.

"Okay, okay!" Zhang Yuhua said helplessly, "I'll take you to see your house."

"Um."

Ji Mo knew that Zhang Yuhua must have used his identity as the young master of the Zhang family, otherwise he would not have been able to take down the house there so quickly.

Zhang Yuhua's car has been delivered. His car is a convertible sports car, high-profile and luxurious, showing his style as the eldest son of the Zhang family.

"Get in the car!"

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