Zhang Xiaomao was completely left in the cherry blossom forest, and no one cared about it. At least Li Mubai would not pay attention to it. This was what he asked for, and he actually wanted to seize his soul-suming.

As soon as the two entered the dormitory gate, thunder roared outside, and the heavy rain fell like hail in an instant.

Thundering in this season is very rare. Such heavy rain is only seen in spring. Now it is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, why does it suddenly turn into this? Many people cannot understand it.

Only one person was a little uneasy when he saw this rain. This was Mo Li, who had returned to the balcony of Li Mubai's dormitory. He stared at the dark clouds outside with a ugly expression, looking worried.

The strange red light on Zhang Xiaomao's body in the cherry blossom forest gradually faded, and his body became as white as before. The only difference was that his shoulders were so red and swollen, and a red palm print swollen. He opened his eyes slightly and wanted to stand up, but a severe pain came from his knees and shoulders, and his body felt weak. Then he tilted and lay beside him, letting the rain wash him. His eyes did not close, but stared at the void with resentment.

After a while, a girl holding a red umbrella appeared in the cherry blossom forest. The girl had a very slim figure. Just looking at her figure, she felt that this person must be a big beauty, but when the umbrella was slightly raised, she had an extremely ugly face.

Although the girl had a melon-shaped face, her face had wrinkles and her eyes were covered with gray-brown freckles, but her eyes were staring at the place where Zhang Xiaomao was lying and walked over.

The red high heels stopped beside Zhang Xiaomao's head. Zhang Xiaomao looked up and was startled, and said coldly: "Who are you!"

The girl's face turned cold, she glanced around, then grabbed her chin with a free hand, and she tore off her face. After this ugly face was torn off, she actually showed a pretty face, but her face was very cold.

"Sister Luo'er, you must avenge me!"

Seeing the girl's true face, Zhang Xiaomao was slightly stunned and suddenly cried with aggrieved look on his face.

"I just know how to cry, why don't you know how to use your doll of Yang-Devouring Spell? I heard that you borrowed the dolls of your three senior brothers to come out."

The girl squatted down and looked at Zhang Xiaomao with a deserted look.

"It was destroyed. The dolls of several senior brothers and all of my own were destroyed. The ebony sword was not recaptured, and the soul-summoning lamp was not obtained. Sister Luo'er, your sect has always been in good terms with us Maoshan. This time you must help me. With your help, we will definitely be able to regain these two things."

Zhang Xiaomao reached out and grabbed the girl's hand, with a hint of begging on her face.

"Although we two factions have a good relationship, I'm not willing to take risks."

The girl thought of the scene she saw just now and her heart was a little trembling. She knew how powerful Maoshan’s technique of seeking gods was, but she still couldn’t deal with the strange monk. She originally wanted to help Zhang Xiaomao, but seeing that the monk was so powerful, she just waited for them to leave before he appeared.

"Good sister, if you take these two treasures at that time, how about you choose any of them?"

Zhang Xiaomao laughed strangely.

"Okay, according to you, but if you want to get the soul-summoning lamp, you have to make a long-term plan. Let's start with the ebony sword. That little girl's strength has dropped greatly, so it's better to get rid of her."

This girl named Luo'er showed a trace of ferocious look on her pretty face. She turned to help Zhang Xiaomao stand up and headed far away.

...

"It's already autumn, and this heavy rain should rarely occur. Could it be that something happened again?"

Lu Fei, who was reading a book in the dormitory, spoke to himself in confusion.

"There will be three days left in this climate, and it seems that something has come down."

Mo Li stared at the void, glanced at Li Mubai next to him, and said in a low voice.

"Is there something? Is it evil or good?"

Li Mubai asked.

"Come from heaven, do you think it's evil or good? It seems that you will face a great disaster."

Mo Li withdrew his gaze, walked in, shook the black monk's robe on his body, and then looked at Li Mubai with a smile and said lightly:

"Your appearance has not changed at all, and the mark is still there."

After saying that, he gradually walked towards Li Mubai. Li Mubai suddenly felt his heart beating rapidly. Seeing Mo Li walking step by step, he felt panic in his heart for some reason. Could it be that the strength Mo Li showed before shocked him?

Mo Li reached out and pressed Li Mubai's forehead, pushed aside the soft bangs on his forehead, and a mark of light flame appeared on his forehead.

He watched this for a long time, and the atmosphere around him was very strange, and Su Ming and Lu Fei also froze.

"What's your purpose?"

Li Mubai took a deep breath, turned his body slightly, avoided his palm, and asked, because his palm was pressed on his head, very hot, and faintly connected to his own flame mark.

"Me? Hehe, don't you really remember me?"

Mo Li withdrew his hand, then stared at Li Mubai with his hands folded, and a strange light lit up in his eyes, as if he was about to suck his soul in.

Suddenly, an incredible scene appeared, and a mark of a lamp flame appeared on Mo Li's forehead.

"You...who are you..."

Looking at the mark on Mo Li's forehead, Li Mubai's face changed drastically. The mark was almost the same as his, but he felt a little different.

"I? I will tell you about this sooner or later. Take out the soul-summoning lamp."

After saying that, Mo Li pointed to the black backpack behind Li Mubai, his eyes with gentle eyes.

Li Mubai struggled for a long time and took out the lamp because he knew very well that if Mo Li wanted to move, he would not have the power to fight back at all.

Mo Li's eyes showed a long-lost excitement in his soul-suming lamp, but then his brows frowned slightly and snorted coldly:

"A little ghost dares to live in the soul-summoning lamp? Overestimate one's own ability!"

After saying that, his fingers pointed at the soul-summoning lamp, and a blue flame burned, and Ge Yu's scream came from it.

Without thinking, Li Mubai blew at the soul-summoning lamp, and a green air rolled out from his mouth. The soul-summoning lamp was extinguished. He grabbed the soul-summoning lamp and said angrily:

"My friend lives here. Do you want her to lose her soul!"

Mo Li was stunned and stared at Li Mubai incredibly and said, "This place was originally where I live, but you actually let others live in, you..."

He was a little excited and his face was not very good-looking, but when he looked at Li Mubai's pale and puzzled face, he suddenly showed a sudden look and smiled with some self-deprecating smile:

"That's right, you don't have a trace of memory anymore, you won't understand these things, you will only instinctively use this lamp, either."

Li Mubai was stunned and shocked. Even if he was a person like Bai Wuchang, he could not use this soul-summoning lamp. The demon monk could easily ignite it and said that the lamp was originally where he lived. What was going on? Could it be that the soul-summing lamp was originally his?

Mo Li saw Li Mubai's expression of fear and panic, and his expression returned to his previous gentleness and said:

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault for implicating you. I'm really sorry."

After saying that, a layer of mist suddenly appeared in his eyes, and strong condemnation came from him. Even Lu Fei and Su Ming were infected, and there was a strong impulse.

Then Mo Li's face was very struggling, and finally reached out and gently pressed Li Mubai's forehead. His eyebrows seemed to be torn apart, and a piercing pain came, and his mind was very confused. He hugged his head and rolled to the ground. The three of them were shocked when they saw this and immediately ran over to support him. Li Mubai's head was in chaos, with endless resentment and overwhelming anger.

"Get out, get out of here!"

The sound was loud, and it sounded hysterically in the dormitory, and the sound was distorted, as if it had become a different person.

When Mo Li heard this sound, his body suddenly shook slightly, and he could no longer help it. Crystal tears fell from his eyes, and then he left their dormitory without looking back.

After shouting, Li Mubai himself lost consciousness. By the time he woke up again, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

He was lying on his bed, his head still hurt, but there were some more things inside.

"woke up?"

Su Ming's voice sounded at the head of the bed, and the light turned on, which was a little dazzling. He had to cover it with his hands, and it took him a while to recover.

"What happened? Who beat me in the head or what happened? Why did it hurt so much? That monster monk went back?"

Li Mubai rubbed his head and sat up, asking a series of questions.

"You...you don't remember?"

Lu Fei on the bed opposite was obviously not asleep and immediately got up.

It was still raining heavily outside, but it was not as heavy as before.

"I only remember that the demon monk wanted to use fire to drive away Ge Yu. I blew out the lights, and then I didn't remember what happened afterwards?"

Li Mubai put down his hand and asked in a daze.

This is really weird. Why does your head hurt for no reason? I haven't seen an evil ghost who wants to hurt my life. Is it really a benign tumor in my brain?

He suddenly remembered that his father took him to the hospital for examination before, but he still did not find any results.

"You told the demon monk to get out. By the way, do you know him? Also, how could he use your soul-summoning lamp?"

Lu Fei asked curiously.

"I...I told him to get out?"

Li Mubai was slightly shocked. He knew the strength of the demon monk Mo Li, and probably only Bai Han could compete with him. He was too strong and he had no confidence in dealing with him. Before he could definitely defeat Mo Li, how could he foolishly tell him to get out?

It seems that his head is really broken. After all, Mo Li even helped him teach Zhang Xiaomao a lesson. It seems that he has to apologize tomorrow. Li Mubai weighed his strong relationship in his heart. After thinking about it, he spoke to himself.

"I have to accompany you to the hospital tomorrow to check."

Su Ming reached out and rubbed Li Mubai's forehead, and said worriedly.

"If you don't go, have a good rest, it's okay."

Li Mubai forced a smile.

The night passed like this, and it was still raining the next day, just as Mo Li said, the rain did not stop.

When he went to the sixth floor again, he was still holding the daily necessities he bought for Mo Li yesterday. Li Mubai raised his hand, not knowing how to explain his recklessness. Just when he was very complicated, the door opened without any warning.
Chapter completed!