The devil gave me a candy

"Imperial Brother used to be the master of this Qingdu, and now I am revisiting the old place, so I must treat my younger brother well as an older brother."

Qingwu raised his sleeves to blow the wind, and many magic soldiers appeared out of nowhere, surrounding Qingtu.

The devil strolled in the courtyard, looked around with a smile on his face, and said lightly, "With these young people, can you entertain me?"

"Oh?"

A group of demon generals push Qiongchan and Xueji, while Qingwu watches the show condescendingly.

Qingtu restrained her smile: "Brother Huang thinks too much of my younger brother. Now that I can't protect myself, how can I care about other people's lives."

Then he said to the old poor cicada: "Old man, this is what you deserve, and I can't save you. I only blame you for being careless and underestimating the enemy. You can't blame others."

Facing the beautiful woman, she paused for a moment, and then said frivolously: "Xue'er... I also want to save you, but I can't do it, so don't blame me. Forget it, you have experienced so many men, and men are like this. And get used to it."

Qiongchan has a heroic demeanor, "Don't worry about the devil, life and death are the wishes of the ministers, and you can't blame others."

It's just that Xue Ji's beauty is a bit unbelievable, her complexion is as pale as snow, her eyes are hazy with tears, she is extremely miserable, but she can't say a word.

"A man's mouth is a deceiving ghost. In the past, you swore to each other forever, saying that the little girl is your darling, but now that the disaster is imminent, is your darling broken?" I questioned Qing Tu through voice transmission, but he ignored me.

I just felt rushed to the top of my head in one breath, somehow, after walking in the devil world for several months, I had some emotions that I hadn't had in tens of thousands of years, such as anger.

"Hooligans, heartless people, stupid kings, little boys, big villains..."

I learned all the curse words in storytelling, but Qingtu was too thick-skinned and still turned a deaf ear to them.

Qingwu was very angry, and threw Qiongchan into the pot, and the old Qiongchan had a dignified look just now.At this moment, he was jumping up and down in the pot, yelling, "Old man's life is over! Kid Qingtu took my life!"

Seeing him jumping around like a grasshopper, Qing Tu said with great interest: "If the emperor wants to cook this old man alive, don't forget to share a piece of the pie with him."

"Bastard, scum, pervert..."

I was so shocked by Qing Tu's ruthlessness that I couldn't speak, I could only read the cursing words in bits and pieces.

He had a rippling smile on his face as he stroked the jade pendant that I had transformed into. His hands with sharp knuckles were icy cold, and my heart was frightened, so I decisively chose to shut up.

Qingwu's face was not very good-looking, "You didn't save them, why did you sneak back to the royal city?"

Qing Tu changed the folding fan out of thin air, and shook it pretending to be graceful, "Of course...to kill you!"

It was too late, but soon, Qingtu's momentum changed drastically, he turned his folding fan into a sword, and stabbed at Qingwu.

As the situation changed, the situation in the Zhaixing Tower changed suddenly, and many blood-clothed demon soldiers sprung up like bamboo shoots, but within a few breaths, all the demon soldiers surrounding Xue Ji were wiped out.

All of a sudden, the scene was chaotic, and the demon generals and witches on both sides put away their laughing and profligate attitudes and joined the battle, but the red-clothed demon soldiers were obviously superior, and the two sides competed immediately.

In the blink of an eye, Qingtu and Qingwu had passed more than a hundred moves, the bright moon was in the sky, the afterimages of the two were chaotic, the snow building was soaked in blood, and the smell of wine was mingled with the smell of blood.Qingtu is more than capable, but Qingwu is obviously weak.

"Hurry up and pick up the old man, otherwise he will really be a boiled duck!"

The old poor cicada was in a terrible embarrassment. After being picked up, he was still in shock, "Scared the old man!"

I breathed a sigh of relief, the devil still has a heart.

But in an instant, Qing Tu held Qing Wu hostage, "Brother Huang, how are you?"

Those demon generals wanted to come forward to rescue them, Qing Tu raised his hand, and in an instant, the men and women in the demon palace screamed and were overturned in mid-air, and those demon generals who molested Xue Ji even spit blood from their mouths, shocked Dazed.

Qingwu's face seemed to be frozen in three feet of cold water, "Imperial brother has prepared for it? Well, you are the one who waits to be caught without a fight. It's just that you shouldn't come to the Star Picking Tower. Wangcheng has [-] troops, and the emperor entered After leaving this snow building, I’m afraid I can’t go out.”

Qing Tu rescued Xue Ji and Qiong Chan, and protected them behind him, while the blood-clothed demon soldiers stood around him, "Brother Huang deliberately spread rumors, isn't it just to lure me to show up, if I don't come, it will be in vain." How many good tongues? How can this play continue?"

The movement of Xuelou quickly caused a commotion in the royal city, and countless demon soldiers rushed in.

Qing Tu's face remained unchanged, "I have to trouble Brother Huang to send my younger brother a ride."

Qingwu smiled slyly, "Young brother, you have a fatal weakness..."

Qing Tu said casually: "What?"

"Too arrogant, too credulous..."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the sword piercing the chest was particularly harsh in the dark night.

The moonlight was clear and bright, and a ray of afterglow shot obliquely from the window. The devil was dressed in a fine attire, facing the wind against the moon, blood flowed from his heart, and wet his front.

A gleaming knife on his chest, reflecting the moonlight, was extraordinarily cold.

But the devil still squinted his peach blossom eyes and smiled softly.

"Buddha Bone Knife, a bone knife made from Buddha's relics, designed to attack the Shura clan, what a great skill."

Xue Ji is also a demon, holding the Buddha bone knife, her jade hands were burned to the bone, but she firmly held the handle of the knife and stabbed it into Qing Tu's chest.

Qing Tu stared deeply at Xue Ji, without saying a word, the surrounding was extremely quiet for a moment.

The beauty's hands trembled slightly, her eyes were full of tears, and she looked so weak that it made people think that even if she killed someone, she would have some last resort.

I was in a mess for a while, like a blow to the head.

Sure enough, the excerpt is right, beauty is like a flower, and the more beautiful the flower, the more poisonous it is.

This gentle knife, the knife kills people.

The devil talks about love, and it doesn't count if he gets involved with himself, even I get involved.

Tonight, this play is really exciting.

I thought it was a straight-forward hero who saved the beauty, but turned into an infatuated man and a heartless woman.

Originally, I invited you into the urn for the soup and meat, but I never thought that it would be an assassination plan.

It's just that the turtle is still the same turtle, the bastard is still the same bastard, isn't it just waiting to be slaughtered in the urn now?

"Run!"

"The Demon Lord is no longer useful, and we can still save our lives by working together to break out of the siege!"

"The devil, it's not that the ministers are unfaithful, it's just that the situation is out of control!"

"Take care, Demon Monarch! I will come back to save you when I meet you!"

The old poor cicada was upright and awe-inspiring, motivating the group of blood-clothed demon soldiers, the blood-clothed demon soldiers slaughtered their knives furiously, struggling to break through, tearing a hole in an instant, and gradually broke out of the encirclement.

Qingwu doesn't chase after her, but only looks at Qingtu sympathetically.

Qingtu was so angry that her face was contorted, and she roared angrily, "Old Poor Cicada betrayed me!"

I was emotionally ups and downs for a while, and I deeply felt that the long-term insight of this night was better than my tens of thousands of years of experience.

Reality is more exciting than storyteller's stories.

The devil, tonight, played the most tragic role.