Xifeng, who was still panting on the tree, looked closely at the bowl demon. The inside of the bowl was clean, but it had two holes, and it looked like an ordinary bowl. Judging from the body of this bowl, it is not the style of the former dynasty, and the age should not be long.
"Banwan, I'll ask you a question, and if you answer, I'll give you something to eat..."
Xifeng, who wanted to make an exchange, saw Qingyuan pour a whole bag of beef jerky into a bowl.
Xifeng: "..." If you keep doing this, I will sue you!
She hurriedly grabbed a handful of beef jerky and came back, Wan Yao was stunned, floated in front of her and said, "My meat."
"No, unless you tell me..."
Qing Yuan shook his head and said, "Xifeng, you are wrong."
"Shut up." Xifeng asked again, grabbing the beef jerky, "Tell me, what the hell are you..."
"Huh—" There was a braid in the air, and he rushed from the night sky to Xifeng, directly tied the bowl, and was about to take it away.
Xifeng couldn't hold back his anger any longer, and threw the beef jerky on the ground: "Bastards! Are you being polite! Let me finish my sentence, please!"
Qingyuan: "…"
Bowl Demon: "..."
Puyu: "..."
Xifeng grabbed the rope fiercely, turned his flute into a sword, cut it off with one sword, his eyebrows would stand upside down in anger, and said fiercely to Puyu, "Fuck you!"
Pu Yu was scolded and his face was red, and he said aggrieved: "You, how can you curse people. This bowl of demon was originally ours."
Xifeng angrily asked Wan Yao: "Say! Are you their bowl?"
The frightened Wan Yao shook his head violently, and immediately distanced himself from them.
Xifeng said to Puyu: "Look! It's not yours, get out!"
Puyu said, "You're crazy."
Wuying was about to step forward, but Wan Yao had already hid behind Qing Yuan. When he looked at Wan Yao, his eyes met Qing Yuan again.
Those eyes are always unhurried and calm. I don't know the background, I don't know the depth, it makes people uncomfortable. Wuying said: "This monster is harming the people, we are eliminating the harm for the people, please hand it over."
"No harm to the people." Qing Yuan said, "I just like to go out to eat in the middle of the night." He thought about it and said, "But this schedule is not good and irregular."
Wuying frowned and said, "I don't need to explain and explain too much to you."
"Oh." Qing Yuan didn't care what he said. He looked at the beef jerky on the ground, squatted down and picked it up one by one, and said to Xifeng, "You waste it."
The West Wind, who was in a hurry, hummed: "Oh, so what?"
Qing Yuan's eyes widened, yes, she was wasting, she was unreasonable, so what could he do
Can't hit, can't scold, can't force things into her mouth.
Xifeng, who made him happy, stared at him, and was suppressed by his poisonous tongue. She was so happy to see him deflated, and she would have to block him like this in the future, and let him bully her.
"It doesn't matter." Qing Yuan said, "If you don't want it in the future, give it to me. If you can't finish it, I will eat it."
In order not to waste human food, this is the only way. But she should not waste buns all the time. The buns are really unpalatable, especially the meat filling, which is too greasy.
Xifeng paused and moved his lips, but he didn't say a word to stop people.
Instead, her face felt hot again.
Ahhh, this man can eat what she eats.
Ah, is he secretly in love with her
Ah, let's have an egg next year, let's have an egg.
Ah... oh, thinking too much again.
Xifeng tilted his head sharply, blushed and said, "No."
Qing Yuan frowned, nothing would work, hey, why don't you just give it a fight, you'll be good after a fight, just like the Demon Realm.
Puyu saw that the two were flirting like no one else was around, and she didn't bother, but when she looked at Wuying, she saw the loneliness on his face.
She knew that he liked the west wind, and he liked the west wind since childhood. Later, when Xifeng left the spirit hall, he also begged his master for mercy.
But so what, Xifeng regards him as his elder brother and never blushes at him.
She secretly laughed at him in her heart, and when she thought about it, why wasn't she like this.
Displeased in her heart, she finally shot again, forcibly interrupting the sweet and greasy two.
The whip came with a long swipe, and it threw a bright sound in the air, which shocked Xifeng back to his senses.
The whip hit her face directly, and when she was half an inch away, Qing Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the whip almost instantly.
Pu Yu was stunned for a while, then stretched out a finger, retracted the broken whip, and condensed into a long whip again. She didn't dare to shoot again, and if she broke it again, the whip would not be able to withstand the damage, and her spiritual power would be greatly damaged.
Wuying jumped with his sword, dodged behind him, and chased the bowl demon.
Wan Yao usually just begged for a meal, and had never fought with anyone. Seeing the sharp sword slashed, he flew forward, and didn't know how to dodge. A sword slashed, almost smashing it.
It screamed and jumped towards Qingyuan. Qing Yuan was just about to stretch out his hand to protect it. He should have been able to stop Wuying's sword, but he didn't expect the sword to stab directly at him.
Xifeng was taken aback: "Senior brother!"
But the sword still stabbed at Qingyuan, Wan Yao saw this and flew to stop the sword. When it was almost certain that it was about to be smashed by the sword, a hand suddenly blocked it again.
The sword stabbed in Qing Yuan's hand.
Immediately saw blood.
Qing Yuan didn't think much, raised his finger and flicked the sword heavily.
The powerful spiritual power shook the sword, and if it wasn't for the tempered sword, it would have been shattered immediately. Wuying hurriedly backed away, just in time, but his hand was still shattered by the spiritual power, and he was trembling.
Seeing the back of Qing Yuan's hand, Xifeng tore the corner of his shirt and covered his hand: "Does it hurt?"
"A little bit." Qing Yuan said, "You are too tight, it hurts."
"..." Thinking of Xifeng, who was almost crushed by him, she stared at Wuying and said, "Senior brother, you really disappointed me."
In order to catch demons, the people in Lingdian often do whatever they can. She thought he wouldn't, but she didn't expect that she was wrong.
As a senior brother whom she liked as her elder brother, she has completely become a person in the Spirit Hall. He really deserves to be the direct disciple of the head of the Spirit Hall, a raccoon dog on a hill.
Wuying paused for a while, just made a sound of "um", put away the sword, and said to Puyu: "Go."
Puyu didn't say much, and left with him. Before leaving, he glanced at Xifeng again, full of disdain.
Xifeng looked back coldly, and when they were gone, he looked down at Qing Yuan's hand. Blood had seeped out, staining the corners of his clothes red.
"Let's see the doctor."
"What is the doctor?"
"People who save lives and heal wounds in the world."
Qing Yuan's expression was solemn: "Save the death... You people are really scary in this world. It's just a scratch, and you're going to die. Go see a doctor. No wonder I dried your hair for you that day, but a few hairs slapped on your face and turned red. Mark, you have to fight with me."
"... We mortals are not so fragile, and..." It's not because of you that you are desperate! Your reflection is in the wrong direction, Master Qinglong!
Forget it, Xifeng didn't want to bother with him about this, otherwise it wouldn't be enough to bother him a hundred times.
"It's alright, not even a minor injury." Qing Yuan took off the rag she was wrapping and put it on his lips to blow lightly. The three-inch-long wound gradually healed, leaving no trace. "Look, it doesn't look like your fragile mortals at all."
Xifeng couldn't help but wave his fist at him: "We mortals are very powerful!"
"you're lying."
"..." Xifeng took a few deep breaths, so as not to be mad at him. Curiously, she grabbed his hand and turned it left and right. She really didn't leave any traces. "Is it possible that the deep wound will be fine as long as you take a breath?"
"No." Qing Yuan thought about it for a while, then leaned over and pulled up the front of his clothes to show her, "Here, it was split by a general of the Demon Race. It hurt for a long time and bleed a lot."
The place where it was split was the white collarbone. The collarbone had grown well, but the scar left on the surface was like a centipede, spreading downward, and it was unknown how long and how deep it was. Even the old scars made Xifeng feel shocking.
She stretched out her fingers and stroked it, and the scar was like electricity, and it shook her hand violently. Xifeng hurriedly retracted and asked, "It doesn't hurt anymore?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Qing Yuan said again, "Except for the deep injury here, there are no traces left in the rest of the place."
Xifeng looked up at him and asked, "You once made such a great contribution to the God Realm. Now they want to expel you and make you a demon. Don't you hate them?"
"Why do you hate, I went to fight, not for them."
For the peace of the two worlds, whether it is the dragon god or the dragon demon, now the six worlds are peaceful.
Xifeng nodded and sighed up to the sky—this dragon is indeed a fool, so he should get some breakup fees!
She thought bitterly that he was going to settle herself in the future, and she was distressed when she suddenly found that the bowl demon had disappeared.
Heartless broken bowl!
The blood on the sword slowly dripped into the clear water.
Blood poured into the holy water, the water did not have the slightest turbulence, it was even clearer and brighter, and even the water seemed to be alive and had life.
Pu Yu, who had been staring at the water, thinking that the water would become extremely dirty, was stunned: "Senior brother... this water..."
Wuying also saw that the water did not become unclean, but became cleaner.
This water is originally holy spiritual water. It comes from the spring of the corn village. Any filthy air that invades it will become turbid. This is also a magic weapon specially given to them by the master, in order to find out what the man named Qingyuan is.
"Isn't there a problem with this magic weapon?"
"It's not that there is a problem with the magic weapon, but Qingyuan, who is indeed not a person in the three worlds of demons and demons. His blood is very clean." Wuying looked at the increasingly pure spring water, already feeling incredible.
Pu Yu was also surprised: "Could Qing Yuan be..."
Dragon people.
In the Nine Heavens, there are only two kinds of people who can clean blood to this level - the phoenix and the dragon.
However, Phoenix only had three drops of blood, and it was hidden in his heart, like Wuying's sword, it was absolutely impossible to get Phoenix's hard work.
Then only the people of the dragon family.
Wuying did not expect that this Qingyuan turned out to be the Dragon God.
"Puyu, in the black swamp of the demon world recently, is there a rumor that Qinglong is coming to the world?"
"Yes... Senior Brother, you are suspicious..." Puyu frowned and said, "But how could the Dragon God listen to Xifeng's words? Why didn't he return to Jiuxiao?"
Wuying doesn't know either, but this matter should be reported to Master as soon as possible.
His sword revealed Qing Yuan's true identity, but... he also lost Xifeng's trust.
He was saddened.
However, gains and losses can never have both, and one must be lost.