Chapter 175 Mo Xiang's Considerations

It was Ning Wuxie's first time to ride a dragon.

In fact, there were no dragons in the world, only dragon-like Jiao, but the most powerful Mo Jiao was the ruler of an empire, extremely noble, who could ride them as pets.

But Ning Wuxie had done it now.

He stood on the dragon head of Mo Ming, holding Mo Ming's horns with both hands and twisting them up and down and left and right to control the direction of its flight, as if he was really riding a dragon. At the same time, he looked serious, and the Mysterious Soul Technique covered and wrapped Mo Ming's consciousness, leaving him with only some sensory functions.

Mo Ming could neither see nor hear now, and he was crazy and gave up thinking at this moment, flying forward only by feeling, his head twisting with Ning Wuxie. At the same time, he felt unbearable pain in his chest and abdomen, and just wanted to vomit.

Ning Wuxie controlled Mo Ming to fly up and down, kicking him on the forehead from time to time, letting him continue to spit fire, burning the entire Peach Blossom Mountain and Peach Blossom Valley clean.

The bones of the corpses exposed in the valley without burial were all burned to ashes by the black flames, which was also considered to help them rest in peace.

I wonder if this is considered a merit? Although Ning Wuxie didn't mean it.

Feeling the feeling of flying on a dragon at an altitude of a thousand meters, and being invisible in the clouds, Ning Wuxie exclaimed that it was so cool and regretted not bringing Xuan'er to experience it together.

She would definitely be so excited that she would scream and hug him tightly.

Thinking of Xuan'er, Ning Wuxie suddenly felt that riding a dragon was just that, and he missed Xuan'er a little.

Ning Wuxie turned his head and looked into the distance. All the Saint Clan guards stopped in mid-air and looked here. He lowered his head again and stomped hard on Mo Ming's forehead.

"Have you finished vomiting! Hurry up!"

"Hit!" Mo Ming was hit on the head inexplicably, but he didn't know what was going on. He just felt extremely disgusted. He stuck out his tongue and vomited a large lump of black flames, which crashed into the Peach Blossom Valley with a bang.

Ning Wuxie looked down and saw that this guy's chest and abdomen had finally returned to normal size, so he immediately turned the dragon head and flew towards the large army in the distance.

"Fuck! This guy is coming!"

"Run!"

I don't know who started it, the Saint Clan guards retreated again with a whoosh.

Mo Xin felt so ashamed that his dragon face was about to turn red. He had rescued his own people, what are you still afraid of!

Not only that, it would be fine to embarrass Ning Wuxie, after all, he is a human and will not stay in Lanyuan for a long time.

But there is still Lu Qiong here, he is the patriarch of the Xuanmang Clan and the head of the Lanyuan Snake Clan! If he looks down on me, it will not be a joke to eat a meal!

Thinking of this, Mo Xin did not retreat, but went to meet Ning Wuxie who was flying.

She released her claws, Xuan'er stepped directly on the flying sword and flew towards Ning Wuxie, and Chi Lian turned into a small snake and hung on her.

When the two dragons met, Ning Wuxie slightly exerted his Xuanhun Jue, pressed the dragon's horns with both hands, and suspended Mo Ming in the air. Xuan'er jumped directly behind him, hugged his waist, and jumped excitedly while stepping on Mo Ming's head.

"Third Princess, I saved Mo Ming." Ning Wuxie shouted to Mo Xin.

"Thank you, I thank you on behalf of the Mo Jiao Clan..." Mo Xin's face was still full of disbelief, and her dragon eyes looked at Ning Wuxie standing on Mo Ming's dragon head in astonishment.

She was in a very complicated mood at the moment. Although she was mixed in the human world, she didn't think that she was extremely noble as a Mo Jiao, but after all, she was a royal family, and she was still a little proud in her heart.

She had never seen a Mo Jiao clan member, and a royal bloodline, being ridden on the head like this... She only saw Mo Jiao become a mount in one occasion, that is, when she carried her father, Emperor Mo Xiang.

But Ning Wuxie, a human, actually...

Mo Xin felt very uncomfortable in her heart, but she couldn't say anything. After all, Ning Wuxie saved Mo Ming's life, and she still had to thank him.

"Has he finished vomiting?" Mo Xin asked a little worriedly.

"It should be over, how about you take a look?"

Mo Xin flew to Mo Ming's chest and abdomen, sniffed close to the dragon head, and looked relieved.

"It's all right, we can go back now."

"Well, I'll report to His Majesty right now!" Ning Wuxie said, grabbing the dragon's horn with both hands and pushing forward. Mo Ming rushed out with a whoosh, leaving Xuan'er's excited scream.

Mo Xin stood there, looking embarrassed and hesitant. She actually wanted Ning Wuxie to put Mo Ming down first and not ride the dragon to see Mo Xiang...

But in fact, Mo Xiang didn't care about these. He was more excited than Mo Xin.

His blood experiments had experienced countless failures, and most of the experiments did not reach Mo Ming's step. So when Mo Ming went crazy and was defeated, although he was heartbroken, he immediately accepted this fact.

But unexpectedly, Ning Wuxie could actually save Mo Ming directly!

A crazy Mo Jiao, full of black flames, how did he stop him from detonating himself? !

Mo Xiang excitedly stood up from the wooden palanquin, and asked someone to tie up Mo Ming's four claws, tie up the dragon's mouth, and take him away.

Ning Wuxie tried to take back the Mysterious Soul Art, but Mo Ming had already fallen asleep. He then left the dragon head with peace of mind and stepped on the flying sword.

That night, the Mo Jiao tribe’s tent was filled with music and dancing, and a banquet was held to celebrate Ning Wuxie becoming the first person to join the Lanyuan Saint Clan’s Royal Guard as a human!

And Lu Qiong left here overnight and returned to Jiuyong.

Even at the banquet, Mo Xiang was still wrapped in thick clothes, but he finally pulled down his hood and revealed his true face.

An old face, with swollen and white cheeks and sparse hair. Only the pair of eyebrows can show a bit of majesty. The old man no longer had the airs he had before, and smiled at Ning Wuxie.

After three rounds of wine, all irrelevant people left, leaving only Mo Xiang, Mo Xin and some of the emperor's confidants, as well as Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er.

"I don't like Confucianism and the human race, but it doesn't mean I think there can be no Confucianism and the human race in the world." At the wine table, Mo Xiang suddenly said, looking at Ning Wuxie with a look he had never had before.

"I used to be young and energetic, and I had many ideas. In order to implement my plan, I killed many people who stood in my way."

"But now, I'm old, really old."

"After I die, the Lanyuan Dynasty needs stability and a smooth transition... until Xin'er sits firmly on the throne."

Mo Xin, who was sitting next to him, suddenly widened his eyes and almost spit out the wine he had just put into his mouth.

But Mo Xiang seemed not to see it and continued:

"Xin'er believes in you, so I won't be suspicious. I hope that after Xin'er ascends the throne, you can maintain the stability of Lanyuan like a Confucian disciple."

Mo Xiang raised his glass to greet him, and Ning Wuxie quickly returned the greeting and sipped a mouthful of the demon clan's strong liquor.

At this moment, he finally understood why Mo Xiang wanted to let him join the Saint Clan Guards for the first time in history, and it was to help Mo Xin stabilize his rule.

Before, Confucian disciples were an obstacle to Mo Xiang's bloodline plan. Now, it's time for Mo Xiang to need Confucian disciples, so he took the risk of the world's disapproval and promoted him out of the ordinary.

But fortunately, after Ning Wuxie's actions today, the eyes of the Saint Clan Guards looked at him differently, and it was thought that there would be no big problems at that time.

"Not at all, your majesty is in good health and must have a long life." Ning Wuxie replied politely.

"Alas." Mo Xiang took a long breath and shook his head. "Originally, I thought I could live another 100 or 200 years, but the failure last time was too much of a blow to me."

"You may also know that I was in Lishan outside the Hermit Valley, welcoming the arrival of the divine beast Bai Ze..."

Ning Wuxie's face was calm as usual, and he just gently squeezed Xuan'er's hand under the table.

"Yes, I did hear about it. What happened to Bai Ze in the end?" There was only curiosity in his eyes.

"Of course she ran away!" Mo Xiang said angrily, "Damn humans, that's the divine beast I resurrected! How dare they come to fight for it shamelessly!"

"But these guys are all casual cultivators, their cultivation is not high, and I can suppress them even if they are in large numbers... The most annoying thing is that a fairy magic weapon came out of nowhere!!"

"A broken fan directly cut through the fairy rope, making me miss the opportunity to capture the divine beast!"

"If I knew which sect or which big sect this fairy treasure belonged to, I would definitely use the power of the whole country to crush him to ashes!" Mo Xiang slammed the table and roared. Because he was too excited, he was out of breath for a while and kept coughing.

"Father, calm down." Mo Xin hurriedly stepped forward and patted Mo Xiang's back.

Ning Wuxie blinked and said:

"Indeed, this person is really hateful!"