The Demon Lord is very busy: This little couple is really hard to separate

"Permanently destroy a person's sanity?"

Feng Yue, who was sitting, looked stern and suddenly stood up: "So that means - to turn you into a fool?"

Gu Qing stood up confusedly: "Becoming a fool? About the same..."

"Too vicious! The demon world is determined to destroy me!"

Gu Qing pressed her fingertips against his fingertips and whispered, "Old Ancestor, I am the one who is dying."

"it's the same."

Feng Yue asked, "If you're afraid that Xiao Zhou can't defend you, why don't you just tell him about your situation?"

Gu Qing still pointed at her fingertips and said weakly, "I am a professional undercover agent."

Feng Yue:?!

"Stand still and take my sword."

Gu Qing:!

Feng Yue swung his arms very quickly. White light flowed beside him and condensed in his palm.

Then a Qiankun bracelet poked Gu Qing on the forehead.

……

Feng Yue maintained a solemn expression on her face, slowly took back the Qiankun bracelet, and rubbed it in her palm.

Pretending to be busy: "I'll give you one chance, hold your head and think carefully about which camp you should stand on."

Gu Qing didn't dare to respond.

Feng Yue walked around rubbing the bracelet, looking left and right, considering where to get a sword.

Got it!

Fengyue approached the busy carriage and knocked on the small square window.

The carriage suddenly became quiet and stopped shaking. The soundproof barrier was also removed.

The curtain on the car window moved slightly, and Yun Yuan's head popped out.

The small window was just big enough to hold his head: "Sister Fengyue. I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much~"

Feng Yue spread his hands: "Lend me the magic sword."

Yun Yu'an stopped smiling, closed his teeth, and withdrew his head.

All I saw was a heavy curtain swaying, and a vague voice came out: "I'm busy now, I'll contact you later."

Feng Yue slammed the car door: "Yunwawa, I will return it to you soon. Tomorrow! Lend it to me once, Yunwawa."

Yun Yu'an held a magic sword across his neck.

Then, Jun Qinghe's voice was heard in the car again: "Senior...Ayun...he is really not here because of something..."

Feng Yue banged the car board: "Yunwawa, Yunwawa, don't hide in there and keep silent, Yunwawa! I will pay you back tonight! Say something."

Yun Yu'an began to perform seppuku suicide.

So, the threatened Jun Qinghe said again: "Senior...Ayun forgot the magic sword in Xuyou Sect."

Feng Yue climbed onto the roof and knocked on it: "Yunwawa, you used it to deal with Mo Jiuyuan. Lend it to me once. It won't cause you any trouble!"

It seemed that Yun Yu'an was about to show his heartfelt sincerity.

Jun Qinghe rubbed his forehead and searched his pockets, then threw out five magic swords.

Feng Yue jumped off the roof of the car briskly, picked up the spirit swords one by one and put them away, saying, "These little broken swords are too low-grade, I can't use them."

Finished.

Dozens of spiritual swords fell with a crackling sound.

Finally, Yun Yu'an poked his head out and said, "I've given you everything I can give you. You can use it as you wish. I really can't lend you the magic sword."

Feng Yue picked up the spirit sword and sighed, "The quality of this little broken sword is really poor."

Yun Yu'an covered the curtains and comforted them, "Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. I believe that you can use them to create miracles."

The carriage was once again wrapped in Jun Qinghe's barrier.

Fengyue sighed and was annoyed.

When she had picked up half of the things, Feng Yue stood up and pressed her waist.

He accidentally saw Gu Qing peeking at him with his fingers pointed at him.

Feng Yue threw two swords at him and threatened, "Come here."

Gu Qing looked at the broken sword stuck in front of him... and swallowed.

We're going to die anyway, so let's just follow our ancestors.

Gu Qing, who only wanted to die beautifully, walked to Feng Yue with both hands and feet. Feng Yue pressed him to the ground with a palm.

Feng Yue pointed at the pile of broken swords and said, "Pick them up."

Gu Qing started picking them up handful by handful.

Feng Yue: "Pick it up quickly! Haven't you eaten yet?"

Gu Qing's small body straightened up suddenly, and his hair stood on end.

While speeding up his hand, he said aggrievedly: "I really didn't eat..."

Feng Yue: ...

"Oh. I understand. Then pick them up slowly."

Gu Qing didn't make it hard for herself, and went slowly as she said. But she was still feeling melancholy.

Ugh.

He knew that his master was the only one in the world who cared about whether he had enough food to eat and whether he was warmly clothed.

Fengyue rubbed the Qiankun bracelet awkwardly.

He rubbed his palms until they were about to burst into flames, and finally Gu Qing finished his work.

Feng Yue: "Fifty broken swords in total."

Gu Qing: "It seems so."

Feng Yue: "I just wasted two on you."

Gu Qing: ...Hehe.

"I still have forty-eight chances to attack." Feng Yue put away her sword, rolled up her long hair and threw it behind her.

Tong Zhizhi: "Follow me, to the demon world."

Gu Qing unconsciously took a half step back: "What are you going to the demon world for?"

Feng Yue had already raised her foot and left: "You are responsible for identifying, and I will be responsible for chopping people."

Identify! ?

It took Gu Qing a long time to react: the ancestor wanted to take him away to eliminate future troubles forever.

"Now...?"

Gu Qing turned to look at the carriage, then at Feng Yue who was going away. He hesitated for a while.

Are you following your ancestors?

Or stay with your uncle-master?

Feng Yue in the distance hurriedly turned back: "Why aren't you catching up yet?"

Gu Qing: "I, I..."

"Stop dawdling." Feng Yue threw the Qiankun bracelet hard, hitting Gu Qing's head unconscious and putting him into the bracelet.

By the time Jun Qinghe and Yun Yu'an got out of the car after the fight, Feng Yue had already fled away with the bracelet in her hand.

Yun Yu'an was a little sad: "Why don't you sleep with me? Do you have any problem with me?"

Jun Qinghe was lifting the driver who was placed on the roadside into the car: "No, I love you."

Yun Yu'an patted the horse's neck and looked at the horse affectionately: "Little horse, little horse, the world is so vast, have you ever experienced the feeling of being unable to get the love you want?"

The horse shook its tail and turned its head away.

Jun Qinghe said: "Xiao Ma won't answer you, but Xiao Jun will."

"Tsk." Yun Yu'an threw away the whip and turned away: "Who cares about your answer. You are a fickle man."

Jun Qinghe: "I didn't."

Yun Yu'an walked back: "Then let's have a hot one right away~"

Jun Qinghe: "I don't want it."

Yun Yu'an turned around and walked away: "After all, I am old and ugly - I am not worthy of the beautiful and graceful Junxian -"