It was half an hour after everyone visited Zheng Weiqi's storage bag.
The city of Garan has been dormant for more than 300 years. For the residents of the city, many things that are now commonplace are considered very new. Qin Chuan and Meng Jiaqi watched with great interest, and from time to time they asked questions with bright eyes.
"By the way," Meng Jiaqi remembered something, and suddenly put the gouache box in his hand aside, raised his eyes and looked at Zheng Weiqi, "If we find the trace of Xuan Ye, what are you going to do?"
Zheng Weiqi is worthy of being a shrewd businessman, and she is very discerning and self-aware in important matters: "Xuan Ye is a magic cultivator in the transformation stage, even if he was exhausted from the first battle many years ago, he is by no means a thing in the pool to be slaughtered by others. , With our strength, I am afraid it is difficult to compete. I have notified the master with the dove, waiting for the master's reply."
This is an expedient measure under serious consideration.
The vast majority of them are golden pills, and they are like ants before the power of the spirit transformation period. Now that Xuan Ye was seriously injured and physically weak, at best he was only at the level of Nascent Soul Mahayana, but after all, the card of God Transformation was there.
Chasing down the demons is not a trivial matter, so Zheng Weiqi simply told Tian Xianzi everything, presumably he will take action soon after reading the envelope.
Zheng Weiqi paused as she spoke, and when she spoke again, she finally had the demeanor of a famous disciple, and no longer looked like a salesman with no formality all day long: "Now the devil is just about to move, I don't know what the situation of the young city lord of Jialan City is? "
"Young City Lord—"
Meng Jiaqi's expression darkened slightly, he was about to speak, but he was silent for a while before replying in a low voice, "Everyone, please come with me."
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Meng Jiaqi led the crowd to the city lord's mansion where the body of the young city lord was stored.
The City Lord's Mansion is not luxurious, but it is elegant enough. The high walls are vermilion red, and the stone steps are streaming light. The trees, flowers and plants on both sides of the courtyard are all withered, leaving only a thin and slender shadow like a bone. However, if you look around, you can still imagine the scene of lush greenery and quietness a few years ago.
After walking through the long stone steps, they came to the pavilion at the end of the mansion. Meng Jiaqi restrained his expression with a sense of ceremony, and after looking back at everyone very quickly, he turned around and gently pushed open the door.
With a creaking sound, the lights in the house flowed to the door like water.
This is a bedroom. There are only simple desks, chairs, bookcases and beds in the room, all of which are made of wood. There is nothing unique about it. Judging from the extremely simple and neat layout, the owner of the room should be a very serious and decisive person.
Ning Ning was curious and followed Meng Jiaqi's footsteps into the house slowly.
On that dark red bed, a person lay quietly.
The man looks only in his twenties. If he has to describe his appearance, Ning Ning is willing to call it a "classic template for a domineering president and a male protagonist".
The contours of his face seemed to have been carefully carved, flying diagonally under the sword eyebrows on his temples, the slender phoenix eyes were tightly closed, and the long black eyelashes covered a rich shadow.
The long black hair poured down and spread out unrestrainedly, and a few strands fell on the face, which set off the pale skin without blood, which made it even more weak.
However, although he was slumbering, he did not make people feel depressed. The ends of both eyes are smudged with fiery red lines, like small hooks with heavy ink, slightly tilted upwards, adding a bit of flamboyant and cold aggression.
One can't help but wonder what the scene would be like if those eyes were opened.
"The young city master's name is 'Jiang Si'."
Meng Jiaqi said sadly: "He exhausted his spiritual power in the war a hundred years ago, and he was attacked by Xuan Ye and the elders, and he never woke up. Fortunately, the elders didn't attack him before they left, otherwise..."
Zheng Weiqi was curious: "Looking at the red at the end of his eyes, could it be that the young city master is from the Feng clan?"
Meng Jiaqi nodded: "Exactly."
Different from ordinary monsters, the dragon and phoenix clans belong to the well-deserved nobles of the demons. Not only are they rare in their whereabouts and their numbers are scarce, but their strength is also naturally top-notch.
Not to mention that this young city lord is a rare demon cultivator genius that has been rarely seen in several years, and his strength is even more amazing.
"Back then, the city lord was seriously ill, and all the affairs in the city were handled by the young city lord. He was talented and intelligent, and there was an elder who had been by his side for many years, and he managed the city of Garan in an orderly manner."
Meng Jiaqi looked at the man's angular face, and for some reason, a stern look flashed in his eyes: "Who would have thought that even the elder who grew up with him would betray him without hesitation in the future... To deceive the people of the whole city, but also to help Xuan Ye regain his strength."
She couldn't help but sneer as she spoke, her tone full of hatred: "Those old antiques of frogs in the well thought they could get the protection of the devil and enjoy the glory and wealth in the future. Little do they know that since the battle between the fairy and the devil, the situation of the devils is like a mouse crossing the street. - No, even the 'Demon' species has disappeared."
Her reaction was a bit too intense, Zheng Weiqi was outspoken, and then she said, "Miss Meng and that elder, but what's the festival?"
There was a brief silence in the room.
In the end, Qin Chuan, who had turned into a rabbit and was held in Meng Jiaqi's arms, said weakly, his ears drooping down: "That elder... is Sister Qi's father."
There is still such a relationship.
Ning Ning was stunned for a moment, but he soon realized that it was precisely because of this reason that Meng Jiaqi trusted the elders so much at first.
Being deceived and betrayed by his biological father, and becoming a tool upon call, is really not a good feeling.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, Meng Jiaqi looked away, and changed the subject in a stiff tone: "The young city master looks cold, but in fact he has devoted a lot to the city of Jialan. However, now we have not only failed to help him, but also helped Zhou to be abusive, which has grown Xuan Ye. The power of... I'm really ashamed."
"The demons have long since disappeared. When the people from the Xuanxu Sword Sect arrive, there will be no more mistakes."
He Zhizhou put his arms around his chest, frowned and said to himself, "But where will Xuan Ye hide?"
This is the most incredible place.
It stands to reason that the urban area of Garan City at the bottom of the lake is not large, and even if a carpet search is carried out, it will not return without success.
But Xuan Ye seemed to be really gone, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find the slightest trace of him.
Since it has nothing to do with the main storyline, Ning Ning used to have little interest in the background story of the Immortal-Devil War. It was not until she was in the guest room that she learned some information from the elder sister.
Different from the demons, the demons are mostly people with bad intentions and violent temperaments. The Demon World also has an order of superiority and inferiority, and the most honorable among them are the Demon Lord and his seven Great Demon Lords.
It is said that the position of the Demon Lord can be given and contested. As long as you kill the previous one, you can grab this name and use it on yourself.
The weak eat the strong and keep fighting.
But those magic cultivators like it.
Perhaps it is for this reason that the characters of the Demon Lords are so distorted that they can be put aside for the exhibition of rare items at the Expo.
Like bathing with the blood of young girls, decorating houses with human organs, forcing people who love each other to kill each other the most, and so on.
Compared with them, Xuan Ye, who was focused on refining his soul, seemed to have become normal.
But it's just a little bit.
Xuan Ye is cruel, suspicious and self-willed by nature. Like other demon kings, he doesn't like routines and is good at playing tricks. If you want to guess his whereabouts, I'm afraid you can't use ordinary thinking.
Abandoning ordinary ideas, he will definitely not hide in Tibet like a mouse crossing the street. He must ensure that he is safe enough and can keep in touch with the elders in time—
"Senior Sister Zheng, haven't you received your master's reply yet?"
Pei Ji's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. He seldom spoke, and when he spoke in the empty and silent environment at the moment, he felt a little strange for no reason.
The young man's voice was as cold as a spring. Seeing Zheng Weiqi nodding, Pei Ji showed a dispassionate smile: "Most of the doves have been intercepted."
He raised his eyes and glanced at the dome shrouded in white light, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "The elder can leave before we reach the Xingji Pavilion, which means that the city has eyeliner and has been monitoring secretly. That pigeon, They certainly won't let go."
He Zhizhou sucked in a breath of cold air: "Eyeliner?"
"There are many ways to buy a person, that's not the point."
Pei Ji said: "The devil is very important. If the master really accepted the letter, he would have responded long ago. Since the elders know that we are disciples of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, and seeing the elder sister go ashore to release the dove, he will naturally understand. That's a letter of help sent to the sect - Xuan Ye's matter, they will never let Zhengdao Sect find out."
He Zhizhou couldn't help feeling cold when he heard the unfinished meaning in his words.
It was as if the whole body was immersed in an icy deep pool, and the bone-chilling chill spread from the soles of the feet to the head, making every drop of blood shiver.
In addition to the pigeons, there are also them who can pass the message.
"To keep this secret."
Pei Ji's right hand unconsciously caressed the hilt of the sword, and his eyes were gloomy: "The knife must be quick to cut the mess, and then kill quickly."
- Xuan Ye couldn't let them leave Jialan City alive.
He has always been disdainful of human life, the only thing he cares about is himself.
This is a ruthless and cruel devil, perhaps enjoying the pleasure of keeping everything in his hands, secretly peeping, like teasing a group of lost guinea pigs.
This kind of people. he-
Ning Ning's breathing stagnated.
An incomparably bizarre and bizarre thought came to her mind silently, causing her heart to thump, like a huge stone hitting her chest.
…Why, the young city lord has already lost its usefulness, but the elders didn’t get rid of him when they left
She didn't make a sound, and clenched the star-scarred sword at her waist.
Then turned around in shock.
On the big bed inlaid with exquisite wood carvings, the handsome man closed his eyes. The thick shadow under the long eyelashes flickered like a ghost, and seemed to sense her gaze. I don't know if it was an illusion, but a very faint smile evoked from the corner of his mouth.
It can ensure its absolute safety, can communicate with the elders unimpeded, and can hide in a dark corner to quietly appreciate all the changes.
Where else could he be more accommodating to his will than the City Lord's Mansion, which everyone admires.
The most dangerous place is the safest place.
It turned out that from the very beginning, the "Young City Lord" lying on the bed was not Jiang Si himself, but the Demon Lord Xuan Ye disguised as him.
As the mastermind behind the scenes, he has been staying there so leisurely, listening to the serious analysis and retrospect of the juniors from the Xianmen Sect.
It's downright bad fun.
It shouldn't have been windy here.
But just at this moment, a cool breeze blew silently by Ning Ning's ears, ruthless like a knife, and almost drew blood on her earlobe.
The silent night fell suddenly, and the man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
His pupils were actually a bleak blood red, bloodshot like crazy vines, occupying the entire pupil. The cold temperament on this face disappeared because of this look, and was replaced by bloodthirsty and brutality that was full of aggression.
He wants to kill her.
Even though she was severely injured and her cultivation base was greatly damaged, the pressure of those who belonged to the gods was still surging like a tidal wave, like a flood of water that opened a gate, and a brain slammed into her heart.
Ning Ning felt a blizzard-like killing intent, like an unstoppable tide engulfing her, setting off a violent storm of blood and blood.
And she stood in the middle of the storm, surrounded by bright murderous intent. The blood-red eyes that were close at hand were like deep pools of water, almost drowning her.
Another invisible gust of wind pierced, pointing directly at her chest.
She heard Zheng Weiqi shout, "Ningning!"