Wen Renye started fighting with He Suxi, it was a real fight between gods and gods.
The water of the Styx swirled and trembled, and the evil spirit was annihilated and invisible under the light of the sword. The pitch-black blade was dazzling, rushing away with a thick and sharp demonic energy.
Ghost Xiu felt chills all over his body.
The blade held by Wen Renye was entangled with the long whip in He Suoxiang's hand for a moment, and then a cold light burst like sparks on the long whip embedded with profound iron. As a result, the entire Styx River was surging and scattered, stirred by the demonic energy that swept in and invaded.
The sky was dim, and the ground cracked a few feet wide, which was injured by the sword qi. The maddening tremor of the giant chain through the secluded, the shrieking of the ghost, resounded through the entire underworld.
Wen Renye is really good at fighting.
This is the Netherworld, what kind of territory, and the old ghost on the opposite side has lived for an unknown number of years. Even if he is bound by the Netherworld Great Chain, he just can't leave, not that he can't fight.
He Suxiang had four chains on his body, locking his limbs respectively. One of them was split deep and trembling. That was the sword that Jiang Zheliu slashed when he rescued Jin Yujie. It separated the Styx River, cut the chains, and almost accidentally cut one off.
Shi Binghen on the side was completely immersed in the strength of the Lord, and excitedly wanted to reach out and shake Jiang Ziliu's shoulder, but looked at the other party's body like paper, and made a quick turn at a critical moment. He patted his thigh abruptly: "It's so handsome! It's too fierce! If you speak so arrogantly, you're not going to be pressed and beaten by the Lord!"
Jiang Zheliu looked at the force with which he patted his thigh, and felt that if it fell on him, he would be able to book a coffin almost immediately.
The knife that Wen Renye used to split the carriage before, although it cut off the mane of the demon world's war horse, it did not hurt the two little demons. A Chu had never seen such a big scene, and was stunned by the real fighting scene without special skills in front of him, but Chang Gan pulled out a thick fox fur from the storage magic tool, and put it on Jiang Ziliu while holding the clothes.
The smell of half-demon, half-demon is a bit sensitive, and Shi Binghen can smell it as soon as he smells it. He looks at Chang Gan with novelty, and seems to think that half-demon, half-demon bloodline is rare. But it's quite able to give birth. He gave birth to a young son Wen Renxi with his original wife. After the original wife died, he found a second marriage, and he was also looking for a snake demon.
The purpose of the demon world has always been very simple. Whoever can fight will marry whoever can fight, no matter if it is a man or a woman, but there is a certain difference in physical strength between men and women. Correspondingly, they have a very strong concept of one-on-one, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, not to mention cheating, whoring, prostitution, even the second marriage is easy to be pointed out.
Chang Gan's father is a demon who was pointed at in the demon world back then.
Due to the two racial characteristics of belligerence and devotion, the population of the Demon World has always been unattractive. The birth rate and death rate are often flat, maintaining a state where the individual is fierce and terrible, but the number is difficult to increase significantly.
Chang Gan was stared at by this big red-clothed demon, and his back was chilled, but he was not afraid at all when he was next to Jiang Zheliu. He raised his hand to tidy up Jiang Ziliu's clothes, and looked at the immortal brother's face for a while. , looking at the tiredness between his brows, he whispered distressedly, "Is your brother still cold?"
Jiang Zheliu shook his head. He was just too sleepy, but he didn't dare to sleep. He kept his eyes on the scene in front of him, and his thoughts spread.
Shi Binghen was right next to him, and he regarded the safety of this demon queen as a serious one. It's just that no matter how strict he is, he can't resist his words: "What is it? That's it? That's it? It's still playing against our respected master? Isn't this just a beating..."
He babbled for a long time, but suddenly ignited the unconnected thoughts in Jiang Zheliu's mind. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Shi Binghen, and said, "Call Wen Renye back."
Shi Binghen stared at the hand that was holding him, and said dumbly: "Mrs. Sister-in-law... This, this is not good... "
In his mind, he thought uncontrollably about the consequences of running away with the Demon Queen. If it wasn't for the respect of the Lord to treat him with such great grace, he might have done this vote.
This hand is cold and slender, with slender knuckles, the back of the hand like frost is faintly showing the color of blood vessels, and there is no blood on the nails, like a piece of soft jade carved, and this jade is so precious that you can touch it when you touch it. Must not.
He raised his hand, kept his senses, held Jiang Ziliu's sleeve with extreme care, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Why are you calling him, it's not like the Lord can't beat this old ghost."
"Fight again." Jiang Zheliu frowned, "The giant chain of seclusion is about to break."
Until this moment, he had just figured out the context of all this. For some unknown reason, Zhu Wuxin did the wrong thing to trade with He Susu, but He Susu is cunning and cunning, and it is impossible to bet all of his treasures on such a ghost cultivation technique. After he learned about Wen Renye's relationship with himself, his ultimate goal was to cut off the Great Chain.
The Styx water aura on the Jinghuozhu was deliberately left behind, and the words he said to himself were performed. On the surface, he regarded Zhu Wuxin as very important, but it was just to cover up his real purpose... If he didn't kill him immediately Chu Zhu Wuxin, no matter if he is a threat, or if he has more or other plans in the future, he can easily anger Wen Renye.
When he was holding a sword back then, he still had the ability to smash chains. Isn't the little devil now even better
Jiang Zheliu was thinking from the moment he appeared, he could sink to the bottom of the Ming River and not show up, why did he come out to fight with Wen Renye? style of.
Jiang Zheliu only said this sentence, Shi Binghen immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, he immediately stimulated the demonic energy, locked the target with sound transmission, and passed it directly into Wen Renye's ear: "Respected Lord! I told you not to fight!"
His name can't stop calling him. The demons are all characters that can't be restrained when they get up. Not only Wen Renye, but even the big demons who are fighting with evil spirits around them have revealed most of their prototypes one by one. It's like destroying the world.
Shi Binghen really had no choice. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Zheliu, who was on the side. He didn't know what was in the mind of the genius, but he sent a precise voice transmission: "Your Highness, Jiang Xianzun said that he wants to talk to him. Go back to sleep!"
The ink knife suddenly paused for a moment.
Wen Renye's ferocious bone wings slowly moved for a few breaths, and the long thorns growing between the phalanges and the long whip like He Suo made a creaking sound.
His visor slowly came off, his breath was burning hot, and he suddenly let go of the long whip that was covered with black iron in his hand.
When Shi Binghen saw that there was a show, he continued: "Jiang Xianzun said that he was tired of waiting! I want you to take him back to the demon world!"
This kind of sound transmission is for a specific object. Jiang Zheliu can't hear the content, but can only see the mouth shape of Shi Binghen. He frowned and speculated, and couldn't help saying: "What are you talking about?"
The red-clothed devil raised his hand and wanted to pat him on the shoulder again, but seeing the appearance of this man wearing a fox fur and snow-haired hair, he hurriedly braked and retracted his hand, guaranteeing: "Madam, don't worry, I'm sure Call the Lord back to you."
He turned his head and said a bottomless sound transmission attack: "Your Highness, come back soon, Jiang Xianzun said that if you don't come to coax him, he will run away with other demons..."
Before the words were finished, the fierce and brutal ink knife suddenly stopped in the air. When Wen Renye opened his back, the bone wings that almost covered the sky trembled slowly, and at the moment when he was at the top and the blood boiled, the demon in front of him suddenly retracted the knife.
... ? The prototype is about to be played with him, how is this...
Before he could analyze and understand the other party's actions, he saw Wen Renye's figure abruptly pull away, and then fell to Jiang Ziliu's side, and suddenly hugged the snow-white waste Immortal Venerable.
The next moment, the Demon Race, known for its invincibility and unparalleled bravery, actually pressed against the snow-white body and asked in a low voice, aggrieved, "Who else do you want to run with?"
He Su Xian was extremely shocked. He glanced at the chains that had been slashed many times by the aftermath of the ink knife, and with a slight shake, two of the four secluded giant chains broke in an instant.
What a pity. How on earth did Jiang Zheliu call this demon back. He Susu rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes, as if he had another kind of subtle curiosity.
Jiang Zheliu didn't know how Shi Binghen called him back. He was hugged so hard by Wen Renye, and he was asked by the little devil. Every sentence was filled with the appearance of a married man. Fears that a beautiful wife might cheat.
Wen Renye was still in a fighting state, and the blood all over his body was hot. The temperature difference between the two of them at the moment was very large. Jiang Ziliu really felt the feeling of facing the small stove.
"I can't find you." Wen Renye said in a low voice, "I didn't find you either in Danxinguan or Zhongnanshan. Neither did Wanling Palace, I..."
His words suddenly stopped, his throat choked, and his purple eyes looked at Jiang Zheliu intently and didn't move away for a long time. His eyes were shining, and his emotions were extremely violent.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to find you."
The Demon Lord, who was able to fight with the Lord of the Netherworld just now, was like an abandoned puppy when he was holding him.
Wen Renye only had him in his eyes, and he could only see this person. He was full of panic and uncertainty, and the strong uneasiness lingered on the other side, which was stronger than the fighting intent.
He was close to Jiang Zheliu's ear, his voice was low and hoarse, and his breath was hot: "I'm very scared, don't scare me anymore."
Jiang Zheliu knew that he couldn't listen to any rational analysis at this time, so he didn't put up those disgusting conspiracies. He looked up at the eyes of the little devil Youzi, and pressed his cold lips to the other side. With sharp lips, they parted at the touch, and said softly, "Stop fighting, go back."
If you have to have a reason.
"Too tired." Jiang Zheliu said, "I'm tired."
Wen Renye's brain was shut down by this short and cold kiss, all the panic, all the fighting spirit, were simply and long-term frozen into this kiss, and the temperature of everything was lowered. , only this sentence remains.
For Wen Renye, this reason is enough.
He was stunned for a moment, then held Jiang Zheliu's hand and nodded, "Okay."
The little devil picked him up, and all the bone armor on his body that would touch him melted away and turned into a humanoid state. He stretched out his hand to straighten the collar of the fox fur on the other person's body, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."
He spoke calmly and calmly, and Shi Binghen, who was next to him, sounded questioning about the conversation. He fixedly watched the back of the Lord leaving the Netherworld with the Demon Queen, clicked his tongue, and whispered: "It's amazing to have someone to hug."
is quite remarkable.
Shi Binghen turned to glance at the seven or eight widows fighting next to him, and resignedly picked up two little demons who couldn't react and followed.
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The war that shook the world was finally over.
Jiang Zheliu was really tired. He fell asleep in the arms of the little devil, and he didn't know how long it took him to wake up. This seemed to be the most peaceful time he had fallen asleep recently.
As soon as he opened his eyes, what he saw was the familiar furnishings of Zhongnan Mountain. The boiling sound of the medicine stove rang out, and the blisters burst.
The wind chimes under the eaves trembled softly, making faint bells, and it was snowing outside the window.
The stove was lit, warm. A Chuli was dispensing medicine beside the table, and he was often cutting lanterns, half of which was flickering with the light of broken candles, and the other half was the cold moonlight that was as bright as water.
It was a snowy night in the mountains.
Jiang Zheliu's spirit relaxed all of a sudden, and finally regained the feeling that he was taking care of his old age. He looked at the moonlight that covered the corner of the bed for a while, and then lifted the quilt, and the toes had not touched the ground. A hand grabbed his ankle.
The opponent's hand was slender and broad, the size of an adult man. Can easily wrap around his slender ankle. The palm of his hand was warm, peacefully and slightly hot against his cold skin.
Only then did Jiang Zheliu realize that he was sitting beside the bed.
"Where are you going." The little devil's voice was deep, "It's so cold, get back."
Jiang Zheliu said, "Let me see if the plum blossoms are blooming."
"The plum blossoms in Zhongnan Mountain are in bloom for half a year, so it's worth your visit?" Wen Renye frowned tightly, his handsome and deep face was full of rejection of this matter, "Just toss me, I just took care of you so well, you just…”
He paused and said, "Don't go."
Yes, the momentum is very strong, the appearance of this dictatorship is very in place.
Jiang Zheliu glanced out the window, then looked at the paw holding his ankle, and explained gently, "Don't worry, I'll get dressed."
The implication is that he will not freeze himself.
Jiang Zheliu's words have always been calculated. Since he said so, he will take good care of himself. What's more... He doesn't want to die at all. He can't think of the appearance of letting the little devil himself stay in the world. For the little devil, That seems like a very cruel thing.
… At least, let me accompany him again.
Wen Renye didn't let go at all, but put the other party back on the bed, and his words and deeds were filled with the atmosphere of confrontation: "No. It's snowing outside."
Jiang Zheliu said, "But..."
"I've seen it, the plum blossoms are blooming."
Jiang Zheliu frowned slightly: "Then..."
"Don't be coquettish with me."
Jiang Zheliu: "..."
Demons who go their own way are really not good at speaking.
He sighed and said, "I didn't."
Jiang Zheliu has been practicing Taoism for more than a thousand years, and he still doesn't know what it's like to act like a spoiled child.
Wen Renye stared at him silently.
Jiang Zheliu's clothes were very light in color. At this time, she was curled up on the bed in a white ball, and Jin was pushed over again. He had injured his body in the Netherworld before, and he really relied on the resurrection stone to breathe a sigh of relief. After eating the colorless spirit stone, he slowly recovered.
Jiang Zheliu was obstructed by this little devil. He sat on the soft couch and thought for a while. He looked up at Wen Renye for a moment, and tried to say, "Then will you accompany me?"
Wen Renye's cruel refusal suddenly stopped.
He was stared at by the other party's eyes, and he met these dark eyes. There was no light reflected in these eyes, but there was an inherent cold beauty of indifference and alienation.
He seemed to be facing a pinch of melting snow.
Wen Renye's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he maintained his principle with strong self-control: "No, the air in Zhongnan Mountain is very cold. In the short term, you don't want to walk..."
His words stopped for a while, and he couldn't bear the psychological construction several times. When the words got here, there was a sudden silence, and then he said, "...I'll carry you."
Jiang Zheliu was silent for a while, feeling like a cripple, he reluctantly compromised: "Okay."
The candles crackled.
Outside the pine wood building with luxuriant lights, Shi Binghen, dressed in red, was leaning against the back door. Snow fell on his shoulders and sleeves, but he didn't care. Said: "Listen, does this seem promising? Is that even a special class for learning to rob?"
Beside him, he was left in Zhongnan Mountain for reference and field inspection. The temporary teacher who started the class nodded in agreement and said worriedly, "How can we make the Honored Master sound very imposing?"
Shi Binghen looked up at the sky with his arms crossed, and his eyes were blocked by the falling snow on his eyelashes. He looked at the night sky in the distance for a while, and said absently, "As long as we love each other, none of these matters."