After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Chapter 298: Fear of separation, must leave eventually

Holding a stack of letters neatly stacked beside his pillow, Mo Zheng stood up and stretched lazily.

(Tongzi, I'm almost done here, how about you?)

Tongzi's voice was even more jubilant. "I'm ready too. After these few days of tireless efforts, even if something goes wrong here, the main system and the other side won't be suspicious for a while."

Mo Zheng took off his boots and sat cross-legged on the bed. (Then... shall we leave tonight?)

[Tonight? Why did Fanfan suddenly move up the time?] Although Tongzi had already prepared everything he could.

But it was still a little surprised by the host's sudden decision.

Tongzi could see that he was still reluctant to leave Mo Zheng, who was from the Zichen Sword Sect. [Is it okay if I don't say goodbye to them properly?]

Mo Zheng waved his hand and extinguished all the other candles in the room, leaving only a small lamp by the bed.

A circle of warm orange light emanated, enveloping him and the bed.

(I have to leave sooner or later. In front of them... I'm afraid I won't be able to leave...)

In fact, in just these two days, his reluctance to leave this place has grown day by day.

If he really had to wait until tomorrow and face those people who were sad and crying for him, he was really afraid that he would not be able to leave.

[Is that so? Then we'll leave tonight!] Tongzi is now wholeheartedly following his host's gang, even daring to disobey the main system. Naturally, he will follow Mo Zheng's orders in everything.

(Thank you, Tomoko.)

[You're welcome. I'll get ready right away. Give me fifteen minutes.]

Mo Zheng played with the Drunken Fruit and smiled, "Don't worry, I still have two things to do. Just prepare yours."

When Tongzi saw him take out the Drunken Fruit again, although he was a little confused, he didn't ask too much and was busy preparing to leave the small world later.

Mo Zheng put the Zui Zui Fruit into his mouth one bite at a time, and for the first time he felt that the taste was really good.

It's sweet, with a flavor similar to sweet wine, and very crisp and refreshing.

While waiting for the drunkenness to come, he untied the fat koi from his body, took out a jade box from it and placed it beside him.

He also released the spiritual lock on the Fat Koi Bag and placed it on top of all the envelopes.

Finally, I touched it and thought it looked cute. Jiuhua would like it.

With a stretch of his right hand, he summoned out the Xinyan Sword along with its scabbard.

He wiped it clean carefully with his sleeve and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Jiuhua is a good boy. If you want, you can follow him in the future."

Xinyan's heart trembled steadily and made a buzzing sound, as if in protest.

A feeling of sadness and anger was conveyed.

Mo Zheng patted the hilt of the sword, "Alright, stop it. Everyone is mortal, and my life span has run out. There's nothing I can do about it."

Xinyan was shaking violently, almost causing Mo Zheng to lose his grip.

He had no choice but to force himself to seal up Xinyan and put it beside his pillow.

But it seemed that it was still struggling hard, and the whole sword was emitting a silver light, flickering.

Mo Zheng sighed, "You've been with me the longest, you should know that life is tiring for me..."

"I'm leaving, you should be happy for me."

He tugged at the sword tassel, "Well, time's running out. I have other things to do."

He stroked the blade of the Xinyan Sword with his fingers, forcing himself to harden his heart. "If Jiuhua doesn't suit you, then you can return to the Sword Tomb to retire..."

I took the initiative to cut off all contact with Xinyan and stopped looking at it.

Suddenly, his body tilted slightly, and the drunkenness surged up. It was time...

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to mobilize all the immortal power in his body. He wanted to - cut out his own immortal bones.

For cultivators of immortality, immortal bones are as important as spiritual roots.

If spiritual roots affect the speed of cultivation, then immortal bones are the important bridge connecting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with the cultivator, and are the foundation of cultivation.

Hidden deep within the body, it is closely connected with the spirit and soul.

The immortal bones of every immortal cultivator are strengthened synchronously with the improvement of their own cultivation level.

If the immortal bone is destroyed, the immortal cultivator will lose half of his life.

What Mo Zheng has to do now is to take out his own immortal bone with his own hands.

As the immortal power continued to compress and reverse, Mo Zheng's entire body emitted a faint light.

Even with the help of the Drunken Fruit, he was in so much pain that his meridians were throbbing all over.

Fortunately, just before exceeding his limit, he finally gathered most of his spiritual power near his spine, forming a cocoon-like protective layer.

There, is where his immortal bone is located.

Cold sweat poured down like a waterfall, soaking his inner clothes. The look of pain on his face was impossible to suppress, but he still did not dare to pause for a moment.

Because he knew that this was one of the few things he could do.

He repeatedly slapped his chest with his palms, and under the unremitting impact of the immortal power, the immortal bone finally began to loosen.

The waves of tearing pain spread from the spine. It was not only physical torture, but also felt like the soul was being torn apart.

Once upon a time, in the ghost palace, when Li Fuyi pulled out his immortal bone, he felt the same pain.

Because he had experienced it before, he knew that he was not far from success.

Although the double pain had made him dazed and almost unconscious, he gritted his teeth and increased the force of the impact.

The sacral bone began to slowly peel away from his body, being pulled out bit by bit.

He could no longer tell where the pain was coming from.

It seemed as if the endurance had reached its limit, and all that was left in Mo Zheng's vision was a vast expanse of white nothingness.

And in this endless pain, the sacral bone finally completely separated from his body.

Wrapped in pure immortal power, it emits a soft light, as pure as jade, and contains powerful spiritual energy.

At this moment, Mo Zheng's body could no longer support itself and he fell on the bed, gasping for breath.

His face was pale, but his dazed eyes were full of relief.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Zheng finally raised his hand tremblingly, endured the severe pain, and carefully held the immortal bone and put it into the jade box.

When he heard the crisp sound of the box closing, he smiled with relief, "That's it..."

The only sounds in the room were his faint breathing and the flickering shadow of the dim lamp.

Mo Zheng's vision began to blur, the pure white was gradually stained by black, and then began to spin.

Gradually, the pain and dizziness gradually dissipated.

He could no longer hear his own breathing, nor could he feel the cold touch of the jade box...

With a puff, the oil lamp went out, and the last bit of warmth in the room was swallowed up by darkness.

When Mo Zheng opened his eyes again, all he saw was Tongzi's round, furry body.

He is... returning to his own sea of consciousness.

Tongzi hugged him and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, thank goodness, Fanfan, you're awake. I was so scared just now. Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Mo Zheng leaned against Tongzi for a while before finding his voice again, "It's okay, it's all over now."

His voice was so hoarse that Mo Zheng himself frowned.

But he didn't care much, "Tongzi, I'm ready, let's go."

【I see. 】