The bottom of the East China Sea is dark, since the wolf king sent troops to conquer the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, it has become a ruin, only ruins remain.
Now, the East China Sea has become the territory of the Demon Clan. After the Demon Clan wiped out the Wolf King, not only Tianlang Mountain, but also the nearby East China Sea, are already in the Demon Clan's sphere of influence.
At the time when the gods and demons were at war, although the demons took over the East China Sea, they had not had time to repair the ruins on the bottom of the sea, and only sent a few troops to garrison them.
A few days ago, this place became the place of exile for the leader of the wolf tribe, Demon Flute. The once proud, noble, and mighty wolf king, Demon Flute, was abolished and imprisoned in the dark seabed of the East China Sea, never to return to the Demon Clan.
In the dark seabed, the hands and feet of the magic flute were locked by thick chains made of black iron, and even the neck was covered with a rough collar. The chains were deeply buried in the lava on the seabed, making him unable to move.
The rippling water caused the chain to swing up and down, and the rough black iron on the chain kept rubbing against his skin, which was already stained with blood. This configuration is undoubtedly a painful torture for him who has no cultivation base at the moment.
The wound on his abdomen has not yet healed, and blood is still oozing inside, and through his white robe, bright blood flowers are dyed one after another.
Magic Flute's face was pale, he gritted his teeth patiently, and kept silent. Although he lost the position of wolf king, he still had the pride of wolf king.
In this dark seabed, Lingxuan arranged for him to be guarded by soldiers of the Liehu clan. Modi sneered in his heart: "Lingxuan, you are really vicious enough. You knew that I had an affair with the Liehu clan when I was running away, but you deliberately let the Liehu clan People from the Tiger Clan came to guard me.
what are you worried about? I am worried that my life in captivity is too good, do you want to add some food for me? You are indeed a good brother of Mo Xian, always thinking of him.
It's just that you miscalculated, my magic flute is not so easy to die, and I will not admit defeat so easily. What the magic string gave me today, he will return it to me in full. "
It was almost time, he counted the time silently, the dead soldiers he sent out before being exiled should have delivered the letter.
In fact, if there is no magic string, the magic flute will become the most powerful king of the demon clan. He is exhaustive and scheming. Even his elder brother, the magic string, was tricked by him and almost died in Frost Knife Valley.
It's a pity that he was careless for a moment and lost everything. Strictly speaking, he didn't lose to Moxian, but to himself. He fell in love with Fanyue.
For her, he still lost to Mo Xian after all, but he didn't regret it, Mo Xian spared his life, as long as he didn't die, he would have a chance.
He patiently and quietly waited, the person he was waiting for should also arrive. According to his judgment, that person doesn't have such patience, and he will definitely show up in the next few days.
Suddenly, there was a slight vibration in the water in front of him, and the magic flute's eyes moved, and he smiled slightly: "You are here, I thought you wanted me to wait for another two days."
A cold voice sounded faintly, and the visitor's tone was full of ill-kindness: "I'm just curious, how stupid is the magic string? For that woman, even my brother can be exiled.
You know, what I'm most happy to see is that you two brothers are unlucky. I just can't help but come over to see such a good thing. "
A beautiful figure appeared, looking from behind, her steps were light and her waist was soft. She walked up to the magic flute, with a mocking smile on her lips, and looked at him carefully.
Modi raised his head, smiled slightly, and said, "Then, Feng Ling, are you satisfied with my current appearance?"
The person who came was Feng Ling, the princess of the Yu clan who Baba rushed to the Mozu, but was rejected by Moxian in public.
I haven't seen her for two months, Feng Ling is already a different person, she is no longer the innocent and beautiful woman who was complacent at the demon banquet and turned all living beings upside down.
Moxian's refusal to marry and Fanyue's humiliation became the shame of her life and made her a joke. She was no longer the object of everyone's pursuit, and the men she had arrogantly rejected before added fuel to the fire, slandering her even more and laughing at her.
She has become an abandoned woman that no one pursues in the six realms, and is cast aside everywhere. Those sinister people who follow their power are afraid of offending Moxian, so no one dares to marry her. Even her grandfather and her clan members blamed her for being willful and mischievous, offending such a powerful force as the demon clan, and making them suffer bad luck with her.
Her hair full of black hair was cut off by her own hands by the demons, her originally soft face was swallowed by hatred and viciousness, making her face always showing a kind of sharpness, a kind of resentment, she has completely become a resentful woman, No one dares to get close.
And all of this was given to her by the man named Mo Xian. She had sworn a long time ago that even if the Yu Clan didn't help her, she would take revenge with her own strength, seek justice for herself, and make Mo Xian's life worse than death.
Therefore, the magic flute only sent a message and snapped her fingers, and she came over, appeared in the East China Sea, and waited for God to give her a chance to take revenge.
Feng Ling frowned, looked at the magic flute, and said with disgust: "Yeah! It's not bad. Seeing that the magic string made you look like this, I feel a lot better. It's just..."
She paused for a while, then walked up to the magic flute suddenly, and made two "slaps" with her hands like lightning. Immediately, red fingerprints appeared on the face of the magic flute, and a trace of blood oozes from the corner of her mouth.
She clapped her hands and continued: "This is much better, Magic Flute, don't think I don't know? You are not a good person, these two slaps are in return for the humiliation you gave me at the banquet that day.
You deserve what you have fallen into today. If I remember correctly, don't you also like that bitch very much? Even for that bitch to block my hidden weapon.
If it weren't for you, that bitch would have died long ago..."
The magic flute sneered and said: "She is dead, do you think that the magic string will let you go? If it weren't for me, you would have died in the hands of the magic string."
Feng Ling screamed sharply: "Do you think I'm living well now? I'd rather kill that bitch, even if I'm killed by Mo Xian, at least I'll die clean.
Even if I die, I don't want Moxian to have a good time, as long as I kill that bitch, it will make him sad for the rest of his life. At least, I got revenge, so I don't have to be as useless and humiliated as I am now! "
The magic flute looked at Feng Ling quietly, and said softly: "Since you are here, come with me and send the magic string to hell."
Feng Ling calmed down, glanced at the magic flute, and said mockingly: "You mean... you want to cooperate with me? Tell me, why do you? Look at you, you think you are still the patriarch of the demon clan, the leader of the wolf clan Wang? You are not even as good as a dog now, why should you cooperate with me?"
The magic flute lowered his head, a hint of sinister flashed in his eyes, he seemed to be thinking.
He raised his head and said with a smile: "Feng Ling, if you can come here, it means that you are not willing to let go of any chance of taking revenge on Moxian. I can call you here, so naturally I have my way.
Do you want to fight for a chance? You decide for yourself, you help me, you have nothing to lose. At least we have common enemies. "
Feng Ling narrowed her eyes and looked at the magic flute, a little hesitant.
The magic flute looked at her with deep eyes and a calm face.
After a long time, Feng Ling smiled, and said softly: "Modi, you bet right, I will give you this chance, I was thinking, you are so vicious and scheming, you should not let me down.
However, I'm not a three-year-old anymore, since you want my help. Instead, tell me what benefits you can give me. If you want me to bet on myself and even the Yu family behind me with your plan, I will always charge some interest and get some benefits! "
The magic flute laughed loudly: "Feng Ling, your appearance is much cuter than the pretending at the demon banquet. If you had been like this earlier, maybe I would like you, and I may not marry you."
Feng Ling was furious, stepped forward suddenly, and slapped Modi on the face.
Angrily shouted: "Magic Flute, are you tired of working? Don't think that I won't kill you if I agree to cooperate with you. If you dare to humiliate me again, I will kill you!"
Be honest with me, give you one last chance, tell me quickly, or I will throw you to feed the dogs! "
Modi's face turned cold, and he stared at Feng Ling for a while, then sighed, stuck out his tongue, and licked his cracked lips.
He said coldly: "Okay! Let me tell you, if you help me.
In the future, when I return to the Demon Clan and gain power, I will help you kill Mo Xian, and half of the country that the Demon Clan conquered will also be given to you Yu Clan. "
Feng Ling's eyes moved, and she thought repeatedly in her heart. She looked at the magic flute and said coldly: "It sounds good, but I have one more condition."
The magic flute stared at her, hesitant, silent for a while, and said coldly: "Okay! Tell me! What else is there?"
Feng Ling smiled slightly, with an evil arc drawn from the corner of her mouth, she slowly approached the magic flute, and touched the wound on the corner of the magic flute's mouth with her fingers.
The magic flute's face turned cold, and he turned his face away. A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "If you have any conditions, just say it! Don't play tricks."
Feng Ling twisted his face violently, and said fiercely: "Magic Flute, why are you pretending to be so lofty? I'm doing this now because of you two brothers. Do you want me to help you? Good!
My only condition is that you must marry me after this is done. "
Modi was shocked, looked at Feng Ling with deep eyes, and remained silent.
Feng Ling's eyes were full of resentment, and she sneered, "Modi, don't you keep saying you want revenge? Now that you can't even meet this small condition, why do you want revenge?"
The magic flute looked at Feng Ling with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Feng Ling! Why do you bother yourself? I don't love you, even if I marry you, you will not be happy, so why bother others and yourself?"
"Hahaha!" Feng Ling looked up to the sky and laughed like a madman.
She pointed at the magic flute and cursed: "Magic flute! You hypocrite, although the magic string is hateful, at least he is more honest than you, you don't love me, haha! You gave this reason simply.
But why don't you confess a little? Is the reason you don't marry me really because you don't love me
Ha ha! Do you really think I'm a fool? You are still thinking about that bitch, you want to leave the seat for her, and live together with her! "
Modi's face changed drastically, and he flew into a rage, and shouted: "Feng Ling, you lunatic, shut up! I won't allow you to scold her like that."
Feng Ling sneered and said: "I can't keep my mouth open, so what if you don't allow it? You are a useless person now, Magic Flute, let me tell you, do you know who is the person I hate the most besides Magic String
It's that bitch, if it wasn't for her, Mo Xian would have married me a long time ago, all because of her, all because of her! I made it like this.
I can't wait to cram her tendons, peel her skin, and scratch her face off with a knife.
You look at you like this, you are a waste, have you forgotten that she abandoned you and followed the magic string, you fool, she used you to escape.
But they ran back to the magic string, they are affectionate, but let you suffer here, if it wasn't for her, how could you do this? "
The magic flute lowered its head for a long time, and said softly: "I'm sorry! Feng Ling, you are right, we are both fallen people in the world, why bother to hurt each other.
I am also responsible for what you did, okay! I promise you, I am willing to marry you, not only to marry you, but also to treat you well for the rest of my life! "
Feng Ling was stunned, looking at Mo Xian in disbelief, she murmured: "You... Are you telling the truth? Are you really willing to marry me?"
Modi raised his head, looked softly at Feng Ling, and said softly: "Of course it's true, you can marry me anytime you want, without waiting for me to return to the Demon Race and conquer the world.
You're right, she doesn't want me to be with Mo Xian, she doesn't deserve my kindness to her! And you, if you are willing to help me at this time, of course I should marry you, good to you! "
Feng Ling was stunned. Looking at the handsome face of Mo Xian that was similar to Mo Xian, she couldn't help but feel a twitch in her heart. Although the face of the magic flute is not as delicate as that of the magic string, it is still considered a rare handsome man. If such a man is willing to marry her, it is not an insult to her.
It's been a long time since a man has spoken such soft words to her, and finally someone is willing to marry her, so treat her well!
As soon as her eyes moved, her face began to soften. She walked towards the magic flute and gently stroked his swollen face with her hands.
Biting his lips, he said, "Does it hurt? Just now..."
The magic flute approached her, intentionally or unintentionally brought his lips close to her face, his breath rushed towards her face.
He smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore! I was wrong just now and made you angry."
Feng Ling blushed, gave in, raised her head and said, "Okay! As long as you promise to marry me, I will give you whatever you want. Now, what do you want me to do?"
The magic flute smiled evilly, and said softly: "Yes! Thank you! Feng Ling. Now, you cut off the chain first, let me go, give me some spiritual power, and help me heal my wounds."
Feng Ling nodded, and said softly: "Then bear with it, I'll be fine soon!"
The magic flute nodded, watching Feng Ling lower her head and draw out the Feng Yu sword, a trace of imperceptible hatred flashed across her eyes.
Feng Ling raised her head, Modi looked at her with a smile.
His face turned red, Feng Ling was a little embarrassed, looked at the magic flute and smiled, sacrificed his spiritual power, danced the phoenix feather, "swipe, swipe, swipe" with several swords, and cut off all the chains on the magic flute.
The magic flute got rid of the restraint. It hadn't moved for a long time, its body was stiff, and it fell straight forward. Feng Ling hurriedly helped the magic flute.
Asked with concern: "How are you?"
The magic flute leaned on Feng Ling, supported her body, let out a sigh of relief, and said: "I'm fine, maybe I've been locked up for a long time, and my cultivation was abolished, so the blood in my whole body is coagulated.
Give me some cultivation first, and I'll be fine soon! "
Feng Ling nodded, supported the magic flute and sat down cross-legged, sitting behind the magic flute herself, pressed the back of the magic flute with her palm, and poured spiritual power into the magic flute continuously.
The magic flute closed his eyes and said nothing, and introduced spiritual power to his limbs. His blood gradually warmed up, and his limbs began to regain consciousness.
He opened his eyes, a wicked smile played on the corner of his mouth, his right hand opened, and his eyes moved.
A few shiny silver needles appeared in his hand, he turned his head and looked at Feng Ling.
Smiling slightly, he said, "Feng Ling, you are so kind to me! How can I repay you for such kindness?"
Feng Ling was a little strange. Suddenly, she saw the change in the face of the magic flute, but she hadn't reacted yet.
I saw the magic flute raised her hand, rustled a few times, and a few silver lights disappeared in her body. She screamed and rolled to the ground.
The magic flute murmured: "Don't say anything, this Nighthawk really has some good things, I have to thank him very much!"
Feng Ling was shocked and said angrily: "Modi, are you crazy? What did you do to me?"
Magic Flute stood up coldly and walked in front of her. She looked at the magic flute in horror, but saw that the magic flute squatted down and struck fiercely, "Papa papa!" Three slaps rang out.
Feng Ling's face was instantly swollen and bruised. She looked at the magic flute and shouted angrily: "Magic flute, you beast! I kindly saved you, but you plot against me!"
The magic flute suddenly twisted her up from the ground, and said with a sneer, "Save me kindly? Haha! Feng Ling, have you lost your memory
Didn't you take pleasure in other people's misfortune just now, beat me wantonly, and humiliated me? Aren't you triumphantly persecuting this king and insulting my woman
Feng Ling, you stupid woman, let me tell you, if a man hated you in the past, he won't like you in the future.
Look at your appearance, what qualifications do you have to compare with my Yue'er? Not to mention wanting me to marry you wishful thinking! "
Feng Ling was angry and shouted: "Magic flute, you villain, you actually lied to me, you are more vicious than the magic string, I will not be used by you anymore, you kill me!"
The magic flute laughed loudly, and said: "Kill you? Don't dream, Feng Ling, I have worked so hard to lure you here, and you want to die before you make good use of it
By the way, didn't you just say that you will give me whatever I want
Death is too cheap for you, don't worry, I won't kill you, you are still useful to me, what a pity to kill. At least… "
He looked at Feng Ling, looked her up and down, Feng Ling was terrified, and said in horror: "Magic Flute, what do you want to do? Don't act recklessly, otherwise... Otherwise, the Yu Clan will definitely not let you go!"
The magic flute looked at her with disdain, and said coldly: "Fengling, do you think I care about the Yu clan? Your cowardly grandpa didn't even dare to fart even when you were rejected for marriage. With this kind of strength, do you think he is Will help you get ahead
You are simply extremely stupid. In fact, I don't want much, but the essence, blood and spiritual power of your body are very good to me, no matter what! Just borrow it from me first. "
Feng Ling closed her eyes in despair, a drop of clear tears slowly flowed down her face, a pain in her wrist, blood all over her body was continuously sucked into her body by the magic flute.