Zhang Qing practiced quietly in the furnace. He could only judge Zhang Qing's condition through the changes in Zi Lei.
At this moment, Zi Lei died down, and blood flowed from the furnace again, making him extremely anxious.
"Qingqing..." As soon as the words came out with difficulty, Yi Qusheng was speechless.
The man in black threw him a silence spell, frowned and looked down dissatisfied, and then turned his gaze to Ruan Ruibai, who was struggling to support himself.
"Fellow Sword Cultivator, I would like to ask you, what is the name of the little girl in the stove?"
Ruan Ruibai was silent for a moment and gritted his teeth: "Put away the pressure on my senior brother and I will tell you."
If he didn't put it away, all the bones in Yi Qusheng's body would really break, and he could hear the cracking sound next to him.
The man rolled his eyes and looked at Yi Qusheng, who was lying on his back. Seeing that the bones of his limbs were out of place, he snorted lightly, not caring about Ruan Ruibai's unreasonableness, and withdrew the pressure on Yi Qusheng.
It was expected that he would not be able to climb to the stove.
His eyes turned back to Ruan Ruibai, and he kindly put away the pressure on Ruan Ruibai's head: "Say it."
Ruan Ruibai felt his neck loosen, his head bounced up suddenly, and his cervical vertebrae creaked. The moment he raised his head and saw the man's face clearly, his eyes widened and he took a breath.
The man understood his reaction and chuckled.
Ruan Ruibai came back to his senses instantly, lowered his head again, his voice trembled: "Zhang Qing. The blue of the blue bird."
Demon Lord!
This is the Demon Lord!
How could he end up in a small place like Tianshan Gate!
The man glanced at Yi Qusheng, who had fainted.
Zhang Qing, Qing Qing...heh, he actually shouted "intimate".
"Well..." The man was very satisfied with Ruan Ruibai's practical work, and then tilted his head to look at Ruan Ruibai. "What do you usually call...Zhang Qing?"
Ruan Ruibai answered honestly: "Fourth Junior Sister."
"Very good, I like you."
Ruan Rui was suddenly sweating like rain.
What is this Demon Lord talking about? !
ah? ! ? !
He wouldn't be a manly man, would he? !
The purple thunder overflowing from the Qingtong stove over there was also visibly messy.
Demon Lord, Zhang Lunling. His age is unknown, but he has a young and beautiful appearance. Nascent Soul Stage Dzogchen.
He ascended to the position of Demon Lord ten years ago. In just one year, he quelled the civil strife on the demon cultivator's territory and signed an armistice agreement between the immortal and demon worlds with the Immortal Lord. As a result, the creatures on the road have lived a stable life for more than ten years.
A few years ago, many people thought that it was a pity that Zhang Lunling became the Demon Lord. Such peace-loving figures should shine in the right path.
After a while, they discovered that the demon cultivators under Zhang Lunling's management rarely caused trouble, and would even occasionally help the righteous cultivators solve troubles. Even though Zhang Lunling has been out for several years, his demon cultivators still act according to the rules he set.
For a time, the Demon Lord's praise was even greater. People felt that Zhang Lunling, the Demon Lord, was really good at being the Demon Lord. He had to take the position of the Demon Lord, but anyone else would be in ruins.
However, the monks believe that there must be Zhang Lunling's conspiracy behind the armistice agreement. His reputation now being so good among mortals may be the result of his deliberate arrangements.
The Demon Lord is the Demon Lord, and the Demonic Cultivator is the Demonic Cultivator. The fact that they practice evil evil ways cannot be changed.
Demonic cultivation generally requires the blood and essence of living people. Even if they keep to themselves now, they will still get violent and hurt others in order to improve their cultivation after a while.
Like now?
After Zhang Lunling said he liked Ruan Ruibai, he raised his sword in the next second and opened a hole in his thigh with a "puff" sound.
"Uh-huh!" Ruan Ruibai resisted crying out in pain and looked down at the blood gurgling out of his leg, then turned into a fine blood mist and floated towards Zhang Lunling.
Ruan Ruibai endured the pain and gritted his teeth.
What is he going to do? Use your own blood to practice? No, if he wanted to practice, he should drain himself dry.
He raised his hand gracefully and calmly, collected the blood mist in his palm, and burned it with black flames. After a while, a dark red bead condensed. He put away the black flame, played with the beads on his fingertips, glanced at Ruan Ruibai, who had a complicated expression, and said in an arrogant tone: "Why are you looking at me? I think I can respect you by giving you some blood."
Zhang Lunling felt that Ruan Ruibai's blood was clean, at least better than the one lying on the ground.
Then he turned around and looked at the Qingtong furnace where Zhang Qing was.
In the furnace, Zhang Qing no longer had any blood packets on his body, and the spiritual energy in his meridians flowed more smoothly.
She guessed that it was because the man used strange fire to bake the stove. The huge spiritual power in her body continued to condense and turned into small streams in her body. They circulated in her meridians in small groups, bringing away impurities. It enters the lungs, is exhaled by her, and finally flows into the Dantian and turns into purple thunder.
Due to too much spiritual energy, Zhang Qing's lungs were flushed many times. Her breathing now felt very refreshing, her throat was not as burning as before, and her whole body felt much more relaxed.
She will finish practicing in a short while. She hopes that the man who calls himself "I" will not do anything to the senior brothers and the others.
Thinking again that he just said he liked Ruan Ruibai, Zhang Qing couldn't help but cover his face, and an inappropriate remark rang in his mind.
Second Senior Brother, chastity is not as important as life!
The expression on Zhang Lunling's face was a little stiff.
What's going on in this girl's head?
He said that he liked Ruan Ruibai just because Ruan Ruibai and Zhang Qing maintained a proper social distance, unlike Yi Qusheng, the coquettish guy who stayed close and shouted close to each other.
This girl actually misunderstood that he liked Ruan Ruibai!
Thinking of this, Zhang Lunling approached the Qingtong stove with a slightly dark face, raised his hand and grabbed the handle next to the stove, and shook it viciously, like a stir-fry pot, knocking all the meat and vegetables out of Zhang Qing in the stove.
"Ah! Stop! What are you doing, you bitch!" Zhang Qing had lost a lot of blood and was a little dizzy. He was shaken and rolled several times in the stove. Now he is lying head down and legs up. He can't help but curse. out.
The veins on Ruan Ruibai's forehead jumped hard several times.
damn thing?
Zhang Qing dares to call Zhang Lunling a piece of shit? Doesn’t she know who Zhang Lunling is? ?
...She seems to really not know that she has not been shown the Demon Lord's portrait in the past two months.
After these words passed through his mind, Ruan Ruibai's expression paused.
Zhang Qing, Zhang Lunling...their surname is Zhang?
When Zhang Lunling heard Zhang Qing's scolding, he laughed even more viciously. He leaned close to the stove top and said every word through gritted teeth: "I'm a bitch, so who are you?"
"My dear! Girl!"
The last two words are very strong.
Ruan Ruibai wanted to wake up Yi Qusheng at this moment. He couldn't bear to eat this melon alone. He needed someone who could empathize with him. As a sword cultivator, this was the first time that he was so expressive!
The word "good girl" fell into Zhang Qing's ears. Zhang Qing was stunned, and then she scolded her even more angrily.
"Bah! Shameless! Who is your good girl! Do you recognize me? You just recognized me randomly! I just asked my senior brother to know my name, but you still want to pretend to be my aunt's father! Bah!"
Ruan Ruibai's hand holding the sword trembled slightly. It's exciting, it's so exciting, Zhang Qing actually offended Zhang Lunling like this.
Zhang Qing's yelling and cursing continued, and the clear child's voice came out from the Qingtong stove in an angry tone, sounding like a kitten protesting.
Zhang Lunling's face was gloomy, but the curvature of his mouth was getting wider and wider. He simply tightened his grip on the handle, raised the huge Qingtong stove that was still being burned by the black flames with one hand, and shook it greatly.
"You have such a bad mouth at such a young age?"
"Ah! Wow! Bastard!" The stove was filled with Zhang Qing's ups and downs and yells.
"You can still have a wife like you? Can you have a daughter? Even a dog can't believe it! Ah!! It hurts! My head!"
The broken parts of Zhang Qing's body were immediately repaired by Zi Lei. Zhang Lunling obviously knew this and was not soft-hearted when shaking.
The banging and yelling continued for a long time, and Ruan Ruibai forgot that his leg was still bleeding, and he admired Zhang Qing's perseverance in refusing to give in.
It wasn't until Zhang Qing finally stopped cursing that Zhang Lunling put down the stove with a clear mind. "Oh, your mother is not here. If she were here, you would be beaten twice today."
Zhang Qing squatted in the Qingtong stove with his head covered with embarrassment.
If what this man said is true, she really has an unfortunate family.
My father is also fierce, and my mother is also fierce.
Zhang Lunling refused to comment on her accusation. He took Hei Yan away from the stove, then took out a bottle from his sleeve, opened the top of the stove, and poured the liquid in the bottle into it.
The bottle was obviously a magic weapon. The amount of liquid inside far exceeded the apparent capacity of the bottle. The liquid was continuously poured into the Qingtong stove and poured on Zhang Qing's bloody body.
Zhang Qing had just cut the bulge on her body, and the blood she shed had solidified into scabs on her body. Now her whole body was bloody and smelled of rust, and she needed to be washed.
Zhang Lunling fell in and spoke to Zhang Qing seriously: "I am indeed your biological father. Your mother ran away when she was pregnant with you. It is understandable that I don't know the name she gave you." After a pause, I didn't know what to think of, and gritted my teeth and said, "It's rare that she still knows how to give your last name Zhang."
