Yan Wutong was out of the city overnight, afraid that the prefect of Wangchuan would find his identity and trouble his brother.
At the next day, a greeting message was sent to Wangchuan City Lord's Mansion.
There was no reply to the greeting letter until noon. Guan Xiaozhao and Gu Meng thought that there was no need to wait any longer, so they came to visit directly.
But the disgusting demon lord dried them for a full hour, which was long overdue.
But even when she appeared in the hall of meeting guests, her brows and eyes were extremely indifferent. Maybe it was rainy days, lack of light, and she was slender in the gloomy hall, from her cheeks to her fingertips, she was pale like ice silk.
Jiang's disgusting voice has obvious alienation: "Xianxiu and Moxiu have always kept the water in the well. If the two want to clean up the traitors, I am afraid they are not strong enough."
"I am disgusted with the devil's joking." Guan Xiaozhao saw Gu Meng's tight expression, lest they might conflict, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "The Immortal Xiu Moxiu is a family, and now the Devildom is invading, this is even more so. I He Tian Pai is here today for friendship and cooperation, and all the things going forward will disappear, so there is no need to worry about it."
Jiang Weiqing sneered in a low voice, "It's a good one to move forward, don't worry about it."
Although she was mocking Guan Xiaozhao's words, a pair of faintly bloody eyes stared at Gu Meng.
Gu Meng turned her face slightly, feeling a little complicated. She asked herself that she had never been sorry for Jiang Xinbai, and that all the responsibilities of the master were fulfilled by hard work. The disciples who were carefully educated were caught in the devil, inflicted killing and abuse, in vain of human relations, deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors. At that time, at the Xiaoyao Yuanjun Combination Ceremony, Gu Meng was the one who was about to be mad.
Now seeing Jiang's disgusting look and the unsatisfactory situation in the city of Wangchuan, I feel a little unhappy.
In the darkness, no one could see Jiang Weiqing's eyes flashing by, she stood up from the main seat of the main hall, and this was a signal to those who were hiding.
In the brief silence, someone in the hall suddenly sang a report: "Mr Qimen, please see me."
Jiang Nianqing's expression suddenly condensed, as if he wanted to refuse, but was stopped by a slick voice: "The subordinates know that the demon is treating guests, but they really want to report something. I hope that the demon will forgive the subordinates for being rude. "
"Zhao Qimen."
Her tone was cold, and Huanghuali's armrest quietly turned into powder at her fingertips: "Are you my subordinate, or the subordinate of the Wangchuan prefect?"
True Monarch Qimen didn't think he was afraid, but smiled and said: "Since the devil also calls Lord Xifeng as the prefect of Wangchuan, he naturally recognizes his identity, so why bother to embarrass his subordinates?"
He didn't seem to care about the disgusting look of the devil at all, and said to himself: "The prefect hopes that the demon will not be deceived by the Hetian faction, and even the future of the city of Forgotten Chuan will be buried together. If the demon really wants to pity Crossing the bridge, please surrender Wangchuan City first, and then go alone."
Guan Xiaozhao, who was only quietly doing the background, was startled when he heard his words. He swept across him with a knife, and the coercion was released without mercy.
True Monarch Qimen didn't care, glanced at Gu Meng with a smile, and pretended to salute Jiang Weiqing: "The words have been passed on, so the subordinates will leave first."
"Hold on." A thin curtain of water abruptly blocked the exit of the main hall, blocking Zhao Qimen's footsteps.
"I will wait on behalf of the He Tian faction to come to discuss with the disgusting demon lord about jointly resisting the demon clan. The road of thousands of miles, the ten temple demon lord, the city of Wangchuan should be respected by the disgusting demon lord. It's not going well, I don't want to go to war, but I dare to come here and kick my nose on my face—"
Jiang Naiqing was really astonished at this moment. She really wanted to win Gumeng’s sympathy, but she never thought that this person would stand up for her—
"Dare to ask the true monarch Qimen who is relying on? The Wangchuan prefect? Who is the Wangchuan prefect?" Gu Meng swiftly passed, and Shengsheng suppressed all the arrogance of Zhao Qimen: "Zhutian Demon Lord and The agenda agreed upon by Taoist Lord Duer himself is also something you wait for!"
Zhao Qimen sweated again and again, which was different from the script that had been ordered in advance!
He looked at the disgusting demon with his free eyes at a loss, and saw her forefinger and middle finger gently buckle, which meant to act according to the original plan.
Zhao Qimen plucked up his courage and piled up sarcasm: "Who am I relying on? First, I have to ask who the disgusting demon king is relying on. It is just the abandoned son of the Hetian school. Behind the Taoist friend Gumeng Dao Monarch Zhanbing and Yuan Monarch Xiaoyao, who are disgusted with Yuan Monarch, had not been taken in by the prefect, now everyone has shouted and beaten them."
Even if it fails to attack the gods, Gu Meng is still the Yuan Ying Dzogchen cultivation base, which is better than Zhao Qimen. The whisk unfolded like a long mantle, strangling his neck, saying word by word: "My apprentice, it's not the turn of others to criticize!"
Zhao Qimen was strangled by his neck, subconsciously threw out the magic weapon, turned into a dozen flying knives in the wind, and slammed into Gu Meng. If Gu Meng wanted to protect herself, she had to take the whisk back first.
But some people move faster than them. Jiang was tired of flicking his hands, and his majestic spiritual power burst out instantly, breaking all the flying knives!
At this moment, she forgot that Gu Meng’s cultivation base was higher than Zhao Qimen, and there were so many ways to keep herself unharmed—
But when she saw the flying knives facing each other intensively, she was as anxious as protecting an unarmed mortal—
"roll!"
No one thought that the disgusting demon king would burst out in an instant, a flash of light flashed, and the spiritual power condensed into shape, piercing the scapula of Qimen Zhenjun, and knocking him tens of feet away!
The sound of Zhao Qimen's wailing and fleeing disappeared, and even though the hall was still silent at this moment, the atmosphere had changed.
"What is the meaning of Wangchuan prefect?"
It was Gu Meng who had never wanted to make a sound first. Her voice and expression were still like snow on the ridge, but she seemed to drop a few colorful petals, implying a bright and dynamic emotion: "If you agree to go to the Midu Bridge to fight against the demons, first If you hand over the city of Wangchuan, you can't bring one soldier and one soldier?"
"Master, don't worry. The Juzekiel can't handle me. If I'm alone, I'll go to pity the bridge." She rubbed her brows with her slender fingertips, showing a bit of exhaustion. Before he finished his words, he said in a daze: "Sorry for the gaffe... I am no longer worthy to call you master."
Jiang Weiqing was already in the position of the tenth demon king, and at the beginning of his integration, his gaze was just like a cub, and she became the little girl from Yancheng Jiang's family who pulled her sleeves. It was as if a soft thorn scratched Gu Meng's ribs, agitated and restless.
But Gu Meng's expression was still indifferent, as if a thousand miles away, everything was nothingness.
"With your current status and cultivation, it should be that I don't deserve to be your master—disgusting devil." Her voice didn't seem to have any emotion, not even disgust.
But when a person becomes deliberately cold, it may indicate that a certain part of her body is heating up, and the owner is trying to hide.
Guan Xiaozhao was vaguely suspicious. She pretended to have no intention of saying: "Wangchuan Prefect Yuxifeng should be just a late-stage cultivator, how could the forces in the city of Wangchuan overwhelm you so easily?"
However, Jiang Nangqing had been prepared for this question a long time ago, and replied slowly: "Xiao Chengmo was also in the late stage of transformation, so there are so many cultivators that can't help him."
"The Prefect of Wangchuan, I will solve it by myself. Go back and tell your head. I will definitely appear on the Mindu Bridge in seven days." She warned: "During this time, you must not take the initiative to touch the mold of the Juzetian wind. ."
After the guest left, the disgusting devil returned to her study, where Xiao Chengbao was already there.
Both of them have no affection for each other, sitting opposite each other, with indifferent faces.
Xiao Chengpao asked first: "Are you really going to Mindu Bridge?"
The flower-shaped lamp was lit, and Jiang weary replied, "I am willing to fight for the defense of the human world."
I would like to be her shield, her fortress-she has nothing to worry about in life, she is in this world, so I would like to guard the world with all my strength.
After a few moments of pause, Xiao Chengmo didn't speak. When the candle flame began to beat, Xiao Chengmo said: "You really are sincere to her."
"She does have compassion for me, and the sense of responsibility that she used to be a master and apprentice. A person like her is often said to be lonely. Even if there is one person standing by her side, she is not a filthy fellow like me."
Jiang Yi moved the corners of his mouth and smiled unclearly: "Xiao Chengbao, I seriously suspect that your method will not work. If you are a master of love and love, how can you not get Xiao Zhao in your pocket? "
Her words were full of mockery, but Xiao Chengbao was unmoved.
He calmly replied, "Because Guan Xiaozhao is not Luo Xiaolian, and I am not you either."
Jiang was tired of hearing the words, and his mind was momentarily empty. For a long time, she asked in a low voice: "Then what should I do next?"
"Swap a lie for your sincerity, in the end it will only make people feel hostile and get nothing." Xiao Chengbao said: "You don't have a lot of sincerity, so show her in a different way."
Jiang tired and said with emotion, "That would have to be if she wanted to watch it. And letting the Juze wind accompany me in this scene, didn't you arrange it? How did you change your mind?"
"You have attracted her attention, haven't you?" Xiao Chengbao said in a gloomy way: "First expose this lie with your own hands, and then show her your sincerity."
Jiang Naiqing didn't know how Ghost Sea Demon Lord would settle the current chaos. She was willing to listen to Xiao Chengbao's opinions, not because of trust, but in her opinion, she had nothing.
The sky was going to dusk, and even the city of Wangchuan seemed quieter under the golden sunset. Guan Xiaozhao sent the transmission Jinhe back to the Hetian faction, and they will arrive in the recipient's hands in two days.
When he turned back to the attic of the inn, he found an unexpected visitor.
She was surprised and delighted: "Xiao Chengmo, why are you here?"