Mimi unconsciously breathed lightly and tried to lower her presence as much as possible.
This demon gave her a heavier sense of oppression than the red-clothed demon, and it seemed like he had already seen through her soul with just one glance.
Chong Yuan didn't look at her again, and when his heart dropped, he felt worried. Is that kid holding the sword really dead?
Originally, she wanted to feed him some blood, but the position where he fell was too far away from her. Not only could she not save him, she couldn't even save herself.
The devil in red can see her true identity, let alone this demon?
Jue Ling grabbed the cell chain, anxious, regardless of her dignity, "Lord Demon Lord, let this slave go in and take a look at the young master!"
"He shouldn't have died so easily. The young master must still be saved. Please call a magic doctor to help the young master take a look at his injuries..." Juiling knelt down and kowtowed, and soon There was a red and swollen patch on his forehead, with traces of blood oozing from it.
Chong Yuan let out a soft cry, low and cold, resounding in the dark dungeon, as if there was a hidden spring flowing underneath.
His figure passed through the dark iron fence specially made by the demon clan, and he squatted down without caring about the blood under his feet. Jin Gui's robe fell into the mess.
Jue Ling breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that the Demon Lord was willing to come to the dungeon meant that the young master was saved. He will not fall into Lou Jinxiao's hands again.
Not to mention being tortured by that human woman.
Chong Yuan stretched out a hand, pinched the child's face and turned it around, and was momentarily distracted.
His eyebrows are very similar to Tianyue.
Chong Yuan's eyes moved away slightly and fell on Wu Sheng's hand. The sword marks of different depths were all caused by his unwillingness to let go of the sword.
But Chongyuan was very sure that this sword was not his.
The remaining sword intent on it is pure, clear, and not mixed with anything else. Wu Sheng is not like this. His emotions are like a web woven with threads of various colors. They seem to be tight and orderly, but in fact they are still messy, entangled together, and the more they are cut, the more chaotic they become.
Before Chongyuan's hand fell to the hilt of the sword, Jingling couldn't help but said, "Master Demon Lord, the young master values this sword very much. No matter what methods the Demon Lord uses, he never lets go. You If you take the sword forcefully, you will hurt the young master."
Jueling knew that she might not live for a long time, so she wanted to do something more, at least to preserve this sword.
Chong Yuan didn't even look at her, he clasped Wu Sheng's wrist, and after half a breath, he raised a sarcastic smile on his lips.
Golden elixir realm.
Qiong Canghua.
He is obviously a demon, but he wants to become an immortal and suppress the demon blood for him. Is it ignorance or arrogance?
Chong Yuan raised his hand, paused slightly, and finally chose to turn into Qiong Canghua.
A scent of fragrance floated in the dungeon, Mimi sniffed, surprise in her eyes.
The breath of Qiong Canghua!
No wonder she always felt that this little boy smelled so good.
Jueling didn't know what happened, but she saw ripples spreading out with Wu Sheng as the center. She looked at Wu Sheng's Dantian and asked tremblingly, "Have you transformed the young master's golden elixir?"
It takes a lot of hard work to become a Golden Alchemist. How could the Demon Lord let the young master's efforts go to waste so easily?
"Remove the golden elixir?" Chong Yuan asked back, then stood up and looked down at the child, "I don't have such good intentions."
He wanted to see if he could maintain his Golden Core realm without Qiong Canghua?
Knowing that it is impossible, but still having delusional thoughts, after struggling hard, you will recognize the reality. At that moment, you will find that you have been stuck in the quagmire for a long time and cannot get up again.
Seeing yourself falling soberly is far more hopeless than being confused and confused from the beginning.
He is destined to be a demon.
Jueling didn't know what this meant, but she only knew that the young master's golden elixir was still there, and she felt lucky for him.
Chong Yuan walked out of the cell, moved his fingers, and the chain fell off. Ju Ling guessed his thoughts and walked inside.
She helped Wu Sheng up and touched his forehead. It was still very hot and the scars on his body were shocking to see.
"Master Demon Lord, which palace should I call the Demon Doctor to..."
Chong Yuan smiled and stared at Jing Ling, "You have been with me for so long and you are still so stupid."
"Prisoners should naturally stay in the dungeon."
"But the young master's injury..."
Jue Ling suddenly stopped talking. Lord Demon Lord did not say that he would not invite the demon doctor to the dungeon, nor did he take back the token.
"Bangdang——"
A dagger fell in front of Jueling, "The blood of Xianmi Daoguo is the holy medicine for healing."
Mimi shrank back.
…
When Su Tang came to the old house this time, she raised her head and glanced at the word on the plaque. Well, it was the word Lin.
She remembered it in her mind, carried the bamboo basket, and walked towards the old locust tree.
The black radish was full of holes. Su Tang turned it over and inserted three sticks of incense. Before she called Tianfang, she saw a dazzling shadow floating out of the attic.
Ah Piao is wearing a green brocade jacket and skirt, with a gold hairpin in her hair. She has a delicate appearance and is even rouged, like a lady who has not yet left the palace.
She called out affectionately: "Sutang, next time you come here, can you bring something for me?"
Su Tang recovered from the realization that Ah Piao was the Ah Piao she knew, "No money."
"Don't expect me to bring you any delicacies."
"It's not a delicacy." Tianfang surrounded Sutang and said, "Can you bring me a pass?"
Sutang straightened up suddenly and stared at her carefully, "Who did you ask for it for?"
"I want it myself." Tianfang said guiltily, not daring to look into her eyes.
Su Tang sneered, "You are a ghost, you can't even leave the old locust tree..."
Halfway through his words, Su Tang glanced at the attic and asked, "Is there anyone up there?"
Tianfang was still arguing: "No."
"I really want the pass." She looked at Su Tang pitifully, "I want to go to the devil world."
"There's a reason why you have to go."
There was a soft sound in the attic, and Tianfang wanted to cover it up, but Sutang had already looked over, and saw an ordinary-looking girl in black, falling down from the top.
She said frankly: "I want the pass."
Fu Zhu let Su Tang look at it, and found that her eyes were always on his waist. When he lowered his eyes, he saw the Wu Xi Sword.
It seems that before going to the devil world, you have to find a place to put it.
"Last time I came to Lin Mansion, you were there, right?"
Sutang was very smart and guessed the general story of what happened at once.
The beautiful girl used some magical power to make herself ordinary. After sneaking into Heishui City, she came to this house and met Tianfang.
And now Tianfang can leave the old locust tree, it should be her contribution.
But this also showed that the girl in front of her was far more troubled than she imagined.
Seeing that she had guessed everything, Fu Zhu did not deny it.
"Sutang, there are so many people traveling between the Demon Realm and Heishui City every day. It's just a pass. We promise not to cause you any trouble." Tianfang whispered.
Fu Zhu asked: "Is it troublesome to get a pass order, or can you help draw a drawing? I will find a way to get the pass order myself, and I will never implicate you."
She held up three fingers and said seriously, "I promise."
