All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

Ning Zhi, "I forced him to do it."

Patriarch Qingkong was furious, "Asshole, Bi Xing is seriously injured and dying, and the Tianyun Sect is in ruins, and you are so focused on a demon!"

"That's what they deserve. Our Grandmaster has been in seclusion for many years and couldn't even rush back when the sect was attacked. What qualifications do you have to call me a bastard?"

The original owner has been protecting the Tianyun Sect for many years, and he does not regret it even though he has been plotted against in various ways. No matter how you look at it, the sect owes the original owner something, and he has been very conscientious in not asking for the debt. Why does Patriarch Qingkong come to morally blackmail him again?

Patriarch Qingkong felt embarrassed to be confronted by the junior and was determined to take Ning Zhi away.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhu thought that it was not good, the duck that the Demon Lord had in his mouth was about to fly away!

He quickly used the secret technique of the demon world to contact Fu Wang and told him that Ning Zhi wanted to leave the demon world.

In a wooden house on the edge of the demon world, Fu Wang was lying on the roof, bored, holding a piece of wild grass in his mouth.

In order to see his own heart clearly, he deliberately avoided Ning Zhi and planned to go back after he was sure of his own thoughts.

But before he could figure it out, he suddenly received news that Ning Zhi was leaving.

How could this be possible? He hadn't figured out a solution yet, how could Ling Yan run away!

Fu Wang rushed back as fast as he could, and just in time saw Patriarch Qingkong holding Ning Zhi hostage and about to leave in the Demon Palace.

"You old bastard, let him go!"

Patriarch Qingkong directly attacked with spiritual power, and Fuwang quickly fought back, and the two fought outside the hall.

Ning Zhi had his hands tied and was leaning leisurely against the wall, being fed by Xiao Zhu from time to time.

"Fuwang, I must take Lingyan away today no matter what! If you stop me, you are courting death!"

Fu Wangcai was not afraid of him, "It's not certain who is seeking death."

Entering the demon world alone was very disadvantageous for Patriarch Qingkong. He didn't want to get involved, but Fu Wang refused to give in.

"Fuwang, stop pretending. Demons like you hate immortals the most. The so-called covenant is just an attempt to humiliate Lingqing!"

Fu Wang gathered all his demonic energy and attacked without mercy, "You old fool, you are not a worm in my stomach. What right do you have to say that I hate him? And what right do you have to say that I don't really want to form a contract with him!"

When Ning Zhi heard this, his eyebrows raised, and the upturned corners of his lips showed that he was in a good mood.

Patriarch Qingkong took advantage of his inattention, found his weakness, and struck him successfully, "A demon like you is worthy of Xinyue Lingyan? Ridiculous!"

"So what if I just like him? Who says that demons can't form a pact with cultivators? I'm going to change the rule today!" Fu Wang was slapped by him, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became even stronger.

He attacked again, but Patriarch Qingkong dodged and looked back at Ning Zhi with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Ling Yan, tell me yourself, do you want to go with me, or do you want to stay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Wang stopped and looked at Ning Zhi with him.

"..." Ning Zhi was suddenly stared at by two people and didn't know what to say.

Fu Wang met his gaze and made a decision for him, "He said he wanted to stay with me."

Although he said those words just now because he was provoked by Qingkong, they were his true thoughts and he was just forced to say them.

Patriarch Qingkong's eyes were sharp, "Ling Yan, you say."

Ning Zhi was just thinking about what to say to get him to stop causing trouble when someone grabbed his hand.

He raised his eyes and theirs met Fu Wang's. He slowly curled his lips. How could he forget that with Fu Wang, the killing god, around, he didn't need to worry about Qing Kong coming to cause trouble.

"I choose Fuwang."

He spoke firmly and in a normal tone, as if he had rehearsed it many times beforehand.

Fu Wang raised the corner of his mouth, and a little pride in his eyes couldn't help but float out.