"Ah?" Balian couldn't figure out what she meant by this new way out.
Ning Feiyan straightened her clothes, glanced at him, and said, "Stupid, if you want to leave the demon world, you still need to rely on Yin Baishuang's Moqi Palace. You might as well spend a few days getting close to her to save her." Temporary change of heart.”
But Bai Lian felt that this was not what Ning Feiyan wanted to express.
Although Miss Yin was not easy to get along with, she was by no means a renegade person. Since she agreed to take him away with her, she felt that she would not abandon anyone because he was not close to her.
As for staying away from Su Jing, it is not difficult for him to understand. After all, Su Jing is famous for killing every devil. In the eyes of a devil like Ning Feiyan, she is naturally regarded as an unpleasant woman in every possible way.
Seeing his confused look, Ning Feiyan sighed: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you."
***Additionally, Bai Lian could see that Ning Feiyan looked much better, and the vitality that was constantly being eroded by the magic power in her body was no longer passing away, so she was relieved to go out and toss.
After Ning Feiyan left, the heavy rain outside the window stopped.
Balian got up to get dressed and go to Hades, but found that his clothes from last night were thrown far away and hung on the window shelf.
I had no choice but to pick it up barefoot.
As soon as he put his hand on the window, before his fingertips touched it, a faint smell of alcohol drifted from the corridor.
You really can't talk about ghosts at night and you can't talk about people during the day.
Miss Yin, whom we were still talking about just now, came from the west hall with a drunken look on her face, carrying a sapphire wine pot, and dressed in red like smoke.
The west hall was very close to the main hall, but only separated by two windows. As soon as she went out and took two steps, she saw Bai Lian under the window, hooking his arms to pull the clothes off the window sash.
When Yin Baishuang saw him naked, she was so shocked that she couldn't help but frown and said, "What's wrong with you? You sleep naked?"
Her face was not as shy as that of a daughter's family. She just half-closed her eyes and was about to turn around and leave in a different direction with a gloomy look on her face.
Balian didn't expect her to wake up so early, or based on her alcoholic appearance, she was afraid she wouldn't sleep all night.
Without any embarrassment, he prepared to close the window and go back to the house.
"Wait a moment." Miss Yin, who had already turned her head, didn't know what she saw. Her eyes were stagnant, and she turned around again.
She took a few steps closer, narrowed her eyes and poked her head through the window, looking at Balian carefully for a long time with a strange look in her eyes.
Balian felt goosebumps all over her body when she looked at her, so she nervously pulled on her clothes and put them on.
Yin Baishuang stared at Balian very intently, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her clear and deep eyes.
After a long time, she raised her hand and took a sip of the turbid wine in the jade gourd. A hint of drunkenness slowly appeared in her eyes. There was a somewhat lonely smile on her face: "The seal on your chest is very beautiful."
Seeing that her expression was different, Balian couldn't help but said, "Miss, what exactly do you want to ask?"
Yin Baishuang raised the hand of the jade gourd and shook it. The wine spilled out and stained her clothes. She slowly put down the wine gourd in her hand, stared at him with her eyes fixed for a moment, and asked seriously: "What's in your heart?" Where did the sword wound come from?"
In the early morning when the rain has fallen and the clouds have settled, the sky is crab-green. The fog on the river in the Imperial City of the Magic City is gradually thinning, and the mist is clear.
Ning Feiyan held a green bamboo umbrella in her hand and came to a grocery store outside the capital.
The shop owner who was about to open his shop was very old, and the magic horn on his forehead was broken and cracked.
There were scattered and decaying age spots on the back of his hands and cheeks. He was tremblingly pushing open the wooden door and looking at the woman holding an umbrella outside the door in surprise, but there was no big shock or excitement in his eyes.
Ning Feiyan nodded gently towards the old man in greeting, took two steps forward and stood under the eaves, closing her umbrella sideways.
The old man lowered his head, and the corners of his withered old mouth drooped slightly. He whispered: "Sir, please be merciful and merciful. That child's life is already hard enough."
Ning Feiyan casually placed the bamboo umbrella on the edge of the door, smiled softly and said: "If you have to be merciful, then you have to be merciful. Since we are all demons, don't guard it." It’s all about the rules and morality of human beings.”
The old man looked at her with a complicated expression, as if he was about to say something more.
Ning Fei glanced at him lightly with eyes that had not yet faded: "Some people will always meet, just like mountains and rivers, thousands of rivers return to the sea, and he can't escape his own destiny. In these long and hurried years, since he has seen Ye Liang, it is naturally impossible for him to continue to be confused."
The old man glanced at her blankly, and finally turned away slowly with his back hunched over.
Ning Feiyan squinted into the cold morning rain and entered this simple shop. The windows in the shop were open, the light was dim, and some common goods in the devil world were scattered on the shelves.
In the corner of the room, there was a dim light, and with this dim light, Su Xi was sitting on a low bench, cutting leather paper.
The old man in this shop was a famous illusionist in the demon world when he was young. The leather paper cut out by his hands could transform various monsters.
Although it has no actual combat power, the simulated pressure of ancient demons can intimidate all parties without others knowing.
Although the illusionist has excellent skills, in the demon world where strength is valued, he is just a showman.
Even if you practice illusion to the extreme, it is just an illusion, and it is not valued by the devil.
The genius illusionist who was frustrated everywhere had no choice but to devote himself to a small world and live a mediocre life.
Under the quiet candlelight, Su Xi lowered his head and picked up the paper attentively. A pool of dried dark red blood was vaguely visible on his chest.
Ning Feiyan casually picked up a piece of leather paper that he had cut. On the paper, there was a painting of an exotic animal, a turtle, with fine brushstrokes and realistic outlines.
Su Xi said without raising his head: "Don't touch it."
Ning Feiyan's eyes lightly passed over the darkness between his heart, and she said with a smile: "You really gave your precious blood to that monk?"
The still-burning candle suddenly began to drift uneasily. The sharp scissors in his hand, due to a moment of distraction, made a large bloody opening between his fingertips. The blood dyed the yellow paper red, showing a carefully cut work. It was destroyed in one fell swoop.
Su Xi put down the scissors and slowly kneaded the paper in his hand into a ball. The veins on the back of his hands slowly bulged. Under the mask, his cold voice was full of cruelty: "My heart's blood is given to Ye Liang. Not Kachen.”
Ning Feiyan casually pulled a chair over and sat down gracefully. She said, "After all, it was me who brought you back from the human world. Why don't you repay the favor you owe me now?"
Su Xi sneered: "Not planning against you is tantamount to setting yourself on fire."
Ning Feiyan smiled and said: "If you cooperate with me, you can at least keep Ye Lian alive. You have no choice."
Su Xi fell silent suddenly.
Ning Feiyan stood up and patted his shoulder. The light golden color was like poison mixed with honey, which even though it was fatal, made people unable to take their eyes away:
"My patience has been worn out by His Majesty the Demon King. In the past, I would give you half a day to think about it, but today, I have no intention of waiting patiently for your answer."
Su Xi slowly clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "Now that I have lost all my hard work and my strength is not as good as before, how can I help you."
Ning Feiyan chuckled, her shining golden eyes contrasting with her enchanting smile, revealing a bit of cold cruelty:
"Su Xi, since you plan to be used by me, you should be prepared to dedicate everything you have. Maybe a mere leaf curtain is not worth what you do, but the truth about your life experience and the reason why she abandoned you is is worth it."
"Why should I trust you?"
Ning Feiyan smiled and said: "Although I'm not a good person, all my chess pieces are for me to use clearly. At least I won't be like you now, being toyed with and applauded without compunction. You know, let me ask you after a while, in the past few hundred years, have you ever lived a clear life?"
Su Xi's injured fingers suddenly tightened a little, and a line of blood stretched between his fingers, staining his sleeves red.
There seemed to be all kinds of pain and struggle in his eyes, and his thoughts were tangled.
After a long time, he slowly put down the scissors in his hand and closed his eyes: "What do you need me to do?"
Ning Feiyan brought out his bad temper to the fullest at this moment. It was clear that his goal had been achieved, but he deliberately sighed: "Master Su He, you are much easier to talk to than I thought."
"Lord Ninghe is very good at controlling people's hearts. He can describe the pros and cons in just a few words. He is sure to hit with one strike. How can he be your opponent if he is just not so talented?" Su Xi said with a sneer in his eyes.
Ning Feiyan smiled disapprovingly. She took out the jade medal in her arms and tapped the beast with her finger. The demon butterfly spirit flew out of the beast's mouth and flew towards Su Ximei's soul.
Su Xi's eyes turned cold, but he did not take action to stop the resistance. He allowed the magic butterfly to sink into his body, and then the light butterfly between his eyebrows flickered several times, and finally disappeared.
He looked at Ning Feiyan and said coldly: "Mohe belongs to the Demon Lord. If His Majesty knew that you were doing all the evil in the world, and accepted me as your Zhangqi ANBU, the punishment of burning your body and soul would probably be light." "
Ning Feiyan was not afraid at all, and said with a smile: "So I have to trouble Master Su He to use the power of stealing souls to cover up for me."
Su Xi didn't want to talk nonsense to her anymore: "What exactly do you want me to do for you?"
Ning Feiyan's eyes suddenly turned cold, she looked at him seriously and said, "Help me check someone out."
"who?"
"Abandon people."
Su Xi frowned: "Qianren, isn't that the protector of Milu? What's the point of investigating his identity?"
Ning Feiyan said: "What we know is that he is an abandoned person from the demon clan, but he also has this other unknown identity in the immortal sect in the human world.
There are rumors that two hundred years ago, he died at the hands of Young Master Tianxi under the gate of Taixuan Zong, but in the end he returned to the demon world without incident, but it was that kid..."
"That boy?" Su Xi narrowed his eyes, seemingly confused.
Ning Feiyan smiled and said: "In short, please help me find out what role the abandoned person plays in Taixuan Sect."
Su Xi said indifferently: "I am a demon cultivator. Isn't it ridiculous for you to ask me to investigate people from Taixuan Sect?"
Ning Feiyan looked down at the shadow paper-cuts on the table and said with a smile: "Although Old Man Zhang is not very strong, his illusion skills are superb. You have stayed with him for many years, cutting illusion papers for him day and night. Your level of illusion skills is only higher than him." , if you pretend to be one of the Taixuan Nine Classics, it will be extremely difficult for ordinary people to recognize you."
Su Xi's eyes lowered a bit, and his voice sounded particularly gloomy: "There is still a gap in Baimi, let alone pretending to be Taixuan Jiujing to catch the abandoned old fox. You think too highly of me."
Ning Feiyan smiled meaningfully: "It might not be possible for anyone else, but only you can accomplish this."
"What's the meaning?"
"Lord Su He was adopted by Ye Liang since he was a child. Although you are extremely disgusted and jealous of Jiachen, it is undeniable that you ate and lived with him and grew up together. In this world, perhaps you are more important than Ye Liang. You need to understand this person Kachen.”
Su Xi's whole body was shaken, and his voice was full of disgust and resistance: "You want me to pretend to be him?! I can't do it!"
In response to his objection, Ning Feiyan only said one sentence: "Ye Lian's chosen companion is Jia Chen, not Su Xi."
Su Xi's eyes first burst into bitter fire.
Then under Ning Feiyan's strange gaze, the poisonous fire in his eyes was extinguished little by little, replaced by a deep and unpredictable emotion.
For a moment, his heart felt extremely hot, and a crazy thought came to him. Su Xi licked his dry lips and said in a harsh voice: "If... I say if, I find out the identity of the abandoned person for you, I will …”
"It's up to you." Ning Feiyan interrupted him with two soft words.
Su Xi suddenly raised his head: "What?"
Ning Feiyan smiled and said: "Whether Lord Su He wants to continue to be a minister or continue to accompany her, my goal has been achieved. I don't even bother to demolish the bridge across the river."
Su Xi's ears instantly felt hot. He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, breathing rapidly: "Are you kidding? How could I be willing to stay with the person who killed my father? I..."
"I might as well tell you one more thing." Ning Feiyan played with the shadow paper cutouts in her hands. The dim candlelight flickered and dotted her eyes, which was indescribably weird.
"The person who was ordered to kill the Lemon Demon Clan back then was actually not Ye Liang. Although she was the main battle force, she had not been very lucky before that. She met me and had fun with my demon butterflies. He was injured for several days and was seriously injured.
When she arrived at the mission site, it had already been reduced to ruins by the Zhengdao Immortal Sect. Although Taixuanzong was the main battle force, there was also a rule that the old, weak, sick and Confucian were not bullied and killed.
In the end, your young sister and your mother, whose demonic veins were severed and unable to practice, both died at the hands of people from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance who picked up the leak.
I was still the seventh elder of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance at that time, and I saw with my own eyes that Ye Lian rescued you from the ruins, covered up your demonic aura, and brought you back to Taixuan Sect. "
"What...what did you say?" Su Xi's footsteps suddenly stopped. His whole body was like a body that had been struck by lightning, his soul had been severely damaged, and he stood there at a loss.
Ning Feiyan's words rushed towards him unexpectedly like turbulent sea water, almost dismantling him into shattered pieces.
His eyes went dark, and he swayed violently as if he couldn't stand still. He held the low table with his palms, looked at Ning Feiyan with scarlet eyes, and said sternly: "Do you know that I will not let go easily of those who play tricks on me?" Get over her!"
