She's not the devil emperor's nanny!

Back at Lingfeng Pavilion, Feng Jueqing put him on the bed, and when he left, his lips brushed Ling Xuan's face.

Sure enough, it was a feeling like being overcharged.

Police lights come on.

Ling Xuan pushed Feng Jueqing away, shrank back at the foot of the bed, raised his hands to cover the huge birthmark on his forehead.Even though the birthmark became much smaller after he established his foundation, it was still very ugly.

It's like the biggest scar in his heart, and he doesn't want to be uncovered by anyone, because once it is uncovered, it will be bloody.

I have received too many stares because of this. Whenever other people show sympathy or disgust to him, it is not so much numbness as it is that they are used to the pain.

Anyway...he's just an ugly monster, no one will like him.

So...he shouldn't like anyone either.

Feng Jueqing stood by the bed and looked at Ling Xuan who was curled up into a ball. After thinking for a while, he bent his knees and pressed down on the bed, stretched out his hand to grab Ling Xuan's wrist and pulled it away forcefully.Looking at the birthmark, looking at Ling Xuan's eyes with both fear and longing.

Feng Jueqing leaned down, lifted Ling Xuan's forehead hair, and then gently kissed the birthmark.That part of the skin|skin felt the soft touch, and the heart was trembling for an instant.He was stunned, letting Feng Jueqing lift his chin, and gently kissed his lips.

There is no strong plundering, just gentle rubbing, the gentleness makes Ling Xuan feel terrible.

When the entwined breaths of the two separated, Feng Jueqing didn't say a word, but just took out the glass bottle and put it on the table, saying: "Do you have something on you? It's what this white snake wants."

"Huh?" Before recovering from the ambiguity just now, Ling Xuan took two seconds to understand the meaning of Feng Jueqing's words, looked at his storage bag, and looked at Feng Jueqing suspiciously.

"It's like a spiritual beast inner alchemy or some kind of natural treasure. This white snake likes it very much, so it came to you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be enough to stuff it between your teeth." Feng Jueqing opened the glass bottle, and the white snake swam out of it. Raising the snake's head to look at Ling Xuan, to be precise, he was staring at his storage bag.

Some were afraid of the white snake, after all, it looked so weak, but it easily ate such a big boa constrictor.Although it is said that there is still Fengjueqing here, it is still a little scary.

"This white snake is quite spiritual, maybe it can be taken as your spiritual beast. Its cultivation level is equivalent to the stage of leaving the body, but it is enough to keep you safe." Feng Jueqing stretched out his hand, and the white snake obediently entangled him. The finger was placed in front of Ling Xuan.

Ling Xuan dug out all the things in his storage bag, and among them, the inner alchemy of the century-old Tarantula King made White Snake's eyes shine, and he swam over to bite it, crunched it and swallowed it.

There was a drop of cold sweat on Ling Xuan's forehead, and this mouthful of crystal clear fangs was really good.

After the white snake ate the inner alchemy, it continued to look up at Ling Xuan, as if it was still waiting for something.Ling Xuan was puzzled, everything on his body was here, what was the white snake still looking at?

Ling Xuan thought hard, and slapped his thigh to take out a black grass with gray leaves at the edge of the storage bag.When the white snake saw the grass, it flicked its tail happily, and with a crackling sound, it rushed over like a white lightning, and devoured the Xuanyin grass voraciously.

"500-year-old Xuanyin Grass?" Feng Jueqing was a little surprised, and said, "This is quite a rare thing, where did you get it?"

"Baishanlu! Don't underestimate me~" Ling Xuan smiled triumphantly, saw a black line appearing on the back of the white snake, then opened his mouth wide and yawned, wrapped his wrist around his wrist, bit his own tail, and started Fell asleep.

"If you're fine, then I'll leave first. For the senior brother's marriage, I have a lot of work to do recently. Don't run around, and don't get hurt." Regarding Ling Xuan's escape, he didn't blame him, nor did he There is no check.He just ordered calmly and left.

Ling Xuan touched the sleeping white snake on his hand, his over-long forehead hair covered most of his cheeks, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking except for his tightly pursed lips.

I saw him silently packing up his things, obediently resting in Lingfeng Pavilion for a day, and then... continued to escape!

How could he not escape?Don't run away!It's really bad!

If you don't escape...you will lose.

……

This is the Absolute Demon Stream, the home of the Absolute Demon Sect.

"Slap!" The lord of the Jue Mo Sect was thrown into the air by a slap, flipping 360° and fell to the ground.The white-haired Juemo Patriarch's chest heaved violently as he glared fiercely at his disciple.

"Bastard! Who told you to provoke the Promise Demon Sect!? How could you provoke the Promise Demon Sect!??" The ancestor of Juemo, who had to reject Mo Jian to recuperate from the battle with Hua Juaiai, hated Tie Pointing at his disciples and cursing, "What did I say before retreating? Do you remember?"

"Disciple, remember." The head of the Jue Mo Sect quickly knelt down, his cheeks were swollen and he didn't care about it, and said respectfully: "First, don't provoke the Wuji Demon Sect; second, don't provoke the Immortal Realm sect; The southern forest traps."

"You still remember! Since you still remember, why did you provoke the Promise Demon Sect!?" The ancestor Juemo pushed all the things on the table to the ground, and the crackling sound could not express his anger.

"However... a hundred years have passed since our ancestor retreated. My Absolute Demon Sect is growing day by day, but the Limitless Demon Sect is declining day by day. neck and neck, even…”

"You bastard! It's only been a hundred years!" The ancestor of Jue Mo poked his finger on the head of the head of the Jue Mo Sect, and said, "How long has it been since the establishment of the Wuji Demon Sect? Don't say anything else, just the crazy three elders, I Is there anyone in Zong who can fight against him without losing? Ah? You arrogant bastard!"

"Don't be angry, patriarch! The three crazy elders have not been heard from for many years, and they have probably already fallen..." Before the master of the Absolute Demon Sect could finish his words, he saw his disciples rushing to report the news in panic.

"It's not good, suzerain! All the people sent to Medicine Master Valley have been wiped out!" The disciple of the Absolute Demon Sect dressed in black looked terrified, as if he had seen something terrible.

"All wiped out? How is that possible? Then there is an elder who has survived seven catastrophes leading the team, how could they all be wiped out?" The head of the Juemo Sect roared disregarding his appearance as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"I tell the suzerain, the patriarch, that in the valley of the pharmacist, there was a crazy old man with a snake-headed staff, who wiped out all of our sect's army with a few simple strokes."

"Snake-headed staff? Could it be..." The head of the Absolute Demon Sect was startled and stood up.

"It's the old snake of the Mad Demon Three Elders! You, you! Just commit crimes! My Jue Mo sect's century-old foundation may be destroyed by your hands!" The Jue Mo patriarch sighed.

"What the ancestor said is wrong. How can he be so unconfident in his disciples and grandchildren?" Suddenly there was a demonic voice behind him, and the ancestor Juemo was still surprised why someone could walk behind him but he didn't notice it. Feeling a pain in his lower abdomen, he looked down and saw a blood-stained hand penetrated his lower abdomen, holding his Nascent Soul in his hand.

He turned around stiffly, looking at the beautiful young man behind him, his body twitched violently because of the slowly withdrawing hand.

"It's the first time I've obtained such a high-level product as a cultivator who has survived eight catastrophes." The beautiful man opened his mouth and handed the struggling Nascent Soul to his mouth, as if he was taking a panacea Swallow it, close your eyes and enjoy the aura filled in your body.

"Ah, it's so comfortable. Such a Nascent Soul can last me a hundred years of cultivation." The beautiful man smiled happily, and turned his eyes to look at the Sect Master of Jue Mo Sect.

"You, you... what did you do? You actually made the ancestor..." The head of the Absolute Demon Sect couldn't believe the scene in front of him, and asked with trembling fingers.

"It doesn't have to be like this? Don't forget the deal between your Absolute Demon Sect and my Underworld Sect. If this old immortal messes up, I will have a headache." The beautiful man bent down, and the bright red sash on his chest fell on On the ground, let your face face the face of the Sect Master of Jue Mo Sect.

"You! That's the ancestor of my Absolute Demon Sect! The number one expert!" the head of the Absolute Demon Sect said in a low voice.

"It's just a cultivator of the Eight Tribulations, and it's not in the eyes of our Mingzong. If you want it, you can have as many spiritual puppets as you want. Now your question is how to seal the mouth of the third person here. "The beautiful man cast his eyes on the stunned disciple of the Juemo sect, who was startled, backed away quickly, staggered and fell to the ground.

"Sect Master! I won't talk nonsense! I...I..." The disciple of Absolute Demon Sect begged as he kept kicking his legs to lean against Shimen Mountain.

"What should I do? You know, there are still many people who covet the position of suzerain in this Absolute Demon Sect? If they know that you killed the ancestor, what do you think will happen?" The beautiful man said with a smile, like It is a demagogic monster.

"I...I..." The head of the Juemo sect turned to look at the fearful disciples, and the black sword kept in the spiritual sea flew out.

"Sorry, but the best way to make people stop talking is to kill people."

……

Promise Mountain.

After absorbing the experience and lessons of the first failure, he felt that it was useless to run down the mountain by himself alone, so he inquired about the news carefully, and learned that a group of disciples from Mount Wuji were going to go down the mountain to practice in the past two days, so he felt that the opportunity came. up.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Ling Xuan ran to the place where Feng Jue Thirteen Swords lived, and then stole the clothes of unknown number of swords, went back to his residence and cut off all the black swords embroidered on them, and then took advantage of the next day Without anyone noticing, he changed into the valuable purple robe that he ruined and slipped out of Lingfeng Pavilion.

"Sigh..." Following Ling Xuan secretly, Eleven Sword sighed and said, "It feels like we have become Ling Xuan's nanny now."

"Forget it, the master has an order, so let's admit it. Fortunately, Ling Xuan can't cause any big trouble. Just think about how tragic the sword was last night." Thirteen swords patted the back of eleven swords Back, comforting: "Obviously found out that this guy is stealing things, but still pretending not to know, we are all laughing next door."

"That's right, the boss don't want that robe anymore, how has it been destroyed?"

"It's a big deal to let Zongli do another one. The master always has to take care of the reimbursement."

"Alas..."