Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

Today's Demon World is destined to be remembered in people's hearts. The Demon Lord fell in the early morning. Since then, there has been no Chongyuan Demon Lord in the world.

This long-established powerhouse finally closed his eyes, and the magic power scattered all over his body. The majestic magic power sprinkled all over the demon world like rain and dew. They nourished every plant and tree in the demon world, making this huge interface stable and magical again. fully functioning.

He Louming was still wearing a black robe, he stood expressionlessly in Chongyuan's palace, no one could see what he was thinking.

The same is true for Yin Yao, the former devil hides most of his body in the dark, he stretches out his hand and holds it as if he wants to grab something, but he releases it immediately, and just looks at it silently. this palace.

Demons are different from humans. After the fall, the magic power dissipates, and then the body will turn into nothingness, not even a strand of hair remains.

Chong Yuan lived in this palace when he was alive, but now that he is gone, there is no sign of him anymore.

Yin Yao sighed, and said to He Louming beside him, "Forget it, let's go, you still have to go to the secret realm to accept the inheritance, don't waste time."

When Mozun fell, there was a new successor, and the successor arranged by Chong Yuan was He Louming.

He will accept the inheritance of the demon god, and after that he will have a long life to manage this huge demon world, just like the abyss, like the countless demon kings that have ever existed.

He Louming nodded, then quietly withdrew, leaving the huge space to Yin Yao.

The blood of the demons is weak, and the death of their relatives is nothing more than returning to the embrace of the demon god in their conception. This is not a sad thing, but He Louming and Yin Yao are like them. They were once human and understand the pain of the death of their relatives.

He Louming left slowly and walked into his bedroom.

Qingyuan sat there quietly, clean and handsome, as gentle as jade.Seeing him coming, his eyes filled with smiles little by little, "When will you go to the secret realm to accept the inheritance?"

He Louming walked in front of him slowly, his shadow was reflected in the dark pupils, he stretched out his arms to wrap around Qingyuan's neck, kissed Qingyuan a few times, and then said softly, "I'll go right away."

Pressing his forehead against Qingyuan's, his voice whispered softly, "I'm gone, you have to wait for me here, don't leave."

Hearing this, Qingyuan touched He Louming's long hair, which was soft and felt like silk in his hands, "Okay, I won't leave, I'll wait here for your return."

He Louming looked up at him suddenly, with some doubts on his face, he held Qingyuan's face seriously and looked at it, and after a while rubbed Qingyuan's face again, his voice was a little muffled, "I always feel that you left as soon as I left. "

The breath in the ear was slightly itchy, Qingyuan's eyes were complicated for a moment, he gently wrapped his arms around He Louming, "No, none of that will happen."

The light in the temple fell on him, half-light and half-dark, like the surface of a sparkling lake, making it impossible to see through the things underneath.

He Louming hugged him for a while before letting go, he waved to Qingyuan with a smile, turned around and left the palace gate.

Looking back, I saw Qingyuan standing tall and tall, with smiling eyes that were so gentle and intoxicating, and the breeze blew his clothes, floating away like clouds.

After watching the person leave, Qingyuan closed his eyes lightly, tapped his fingers on the table regularly, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, and he couldn't tell the expression.

After an unknown amount of time, he walked out of the door and looked up at the majestic hall, when a voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "What? Are you reluctant to leave?"

The speaker was wearing a blue Taoist robe, his face was a bit ugly, he glanced at the Demon Palace, and said angrily, "That little bastard He Louming really locked you up, when he comes out, he must look good."

Xuanji's tone is very aggressive. He was originally a violent person. After he left the customs, he went to drink with his old friends. The huge Izumo Peak, big and small, were not there. It took a long time to find out that Qingyuan was imprisoned in the magic palace, and he came angrily to ask People, I didn't expect that Xiao Wangba was not there, and Qingyuan was here alone.

little bunny

Qingyuan couldn't help laughing, He Louming should have called a little wolf cub.

His red eyes suddenly appeared in his mind, and he shook his head, thinking that he really looked like a spirit rabbit.

Xuanji grabbed Qingyuan's hand, "Don't be angry, we will find a way to get your spiritual power back first, and then you can clean up the door."

At that time, He Louming will be abolished.

He gritted his teeth in hatred, and felt worthless for Qingyuan, "You said that you couldn't do him any favors. Back then, he was robbed by lightning for him. Looking at the world of cultivation, which master can do this for his disciples. "

He patted his leg violently, "If He Louming were my disciple, he would have been smoked a long time ago, and he would have lost his way. He can still show off his power here. It's the opposite of heaven."

He kept talking like a firecracker on fire, the more he talked, the more angry he became, the more he wanted to kill He Louming, and suddenly remembered that Qingyuan hadn't said a word, he turned his head suspiciously, thinking about this person I won't be mad.

However, Qingyuan had a peaceful face, and when he looked back, he smiled gently, not looking angry at all.

I go!As expected of Qingyuan, his mother's bearing is really terrible. His mother refused to open the door.

Absolutely home!

"Let's go, let's get out of here first." As he said that, he pulled Qingyuan's sleeves and walked out, surrounded by demon cultivators, who were knocked down by Xuanji's palm as if venting his anger.

Moxiu rolled all over the ground like a gourd, Qingyuan pulled back his sleeves, still looking tepid, what he said almost made Xuanji's jaw drop, "Go, I won't go back."

He paused, his face full of disbelief, "What did you say?" He plucked his ears, "I heard that right, are you crazy or am I crazy?"

Or did he lose his mind during this practice?

Qingyuan looked at him calmly, and said calmly and seriously, "You heard me right, I said I won't leave."

With mysterious and frightened eyes in his eyes, he lightly brushed the dust off his shoulders, as if he was saying something insignificant, "I'm going to wait here for He Louming to come back, and tell him something."

Last time he just left, this time naturally he has to wait for his Taoist companion to come back.

Xuanji was so shocked that he couldn't speak, he stared at him as if he had never known Qingyuan, "I see in those scriptures that there are people who have been locked up for a long time and lost their feelings, you shouldn't be like that?"

Qingyuan raised his eyebrows without denying, "Why not?"

But Xuanji shook his head and said, "No, everyone has the possibility, but you can't."

Qingyuan seems gentle, but in fact he is very proud in his bones. If he wants to gain affection by locking Qingyuan, it can only be said to be a dream.

It's okay to come soft, hard?

Is it true that the master of Izumo Peak is made of mud?

He stretched out his hand to touch Qingyuan's forehead, and said to himself, "Could it be that He Louming cast some curse on you?" Or does it seem like a different person?

He moved his hand away funny, "What are you thinking? What spell can influence people's will?" He looked at Xuanji, the slight wind took away the anxiety in his body, and his voice was as clear as spring water, "I really don't want to Let's go, and no one is forcing me."

He should always be with He Louming, he looked at the magic palace in front of him, his eyes were far away.

The last memory of last time was at Qianyang Peak. Behind He Louming was the majestic red sun and the turbulent sea of ​​clouds. He looked extremely sad in the radiant scenery, and his eyes were full of indelible pain.

At that time, his heart was still like water, and he watched with cold eyes.

Qingyuan twirled his fingers subconsciously, this time, he would not be so unfeeling towards He Louming again.

Xuanji seemed to want to say something, but looked at Qingyuan who had made up his mind, but couldn't say a word, and finally just patted Qingyuan on the shoulder, "Take care of yourself."

He took a small piece of jade from the storage bag and handed it to Qingyuan, "If you encounter any problems, just crush this, and I will come to you."

Qingyuan didn't refuse, just reached out to take it, and then watched Xuanji leave the magic palace.

He returned to the palace, picked up the unfinished book, and waited for his Taoist companion to return.