Say it's a big treason to the master

Gong Wutong's reaction was extremely quick, and he bowed with all his body on the ground, and said in a soft voice, "Your Majesty is welcome."

He fled too hastily, the cloak partly slipped from his shoulders, and the succubus pattern on his left shoulder crawled out like a little snake in an instant, entrenched under the half-covered black hair.

Even though the demon king was dressed in a black python robe, his whole body seemed to be surrounded by frost and snow. Even though the terrifying demon breath was subdued, it still swept around like a fierce arrogance. The bone carving faintly reveals the word "Xueqing".

Even though he could not look sideways, the long skirt embroidered with dark gold patterns swept past Gong Wutong's eyes, and he stepped into the hall with a flutter of robes.

Gong Wutong breathed a sigh of relief silently, he didn't dare to make too much noise, he got up quietly, and moved out step by step, trying to leave the barren island hall without anyone noticing.

Even though Ming entered the barren island hall, all the demons bowed and saluted.

Ming Deng didn't know where to go, so he had to support Ming Xiuyi and stand in the corner, thinking about how to leave.

The Lord of the Barren Continent Hall hastily greeted him: "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

Even though he thought Ming's face was full of hostility and coldness, he glanced at Ming Xiuyi who had fallen asleep, and said concisely: "He, give it to me."

The Lord of the Barren Continent Hall hesitated: "Your Majesty came a step late, and Ming Xiuyi has already been bought."

Even though he dislikes Ming and cherishes words like gold: "Who?"

"That veiled succubus just now."

Even though he didn't know what he thought of, he let out a cold "heh", raised his slender fingers and curled them up suddenly as if he was manipulating a puppet string.

The next moment, there was a sudden exclamation from outside the hall, and a purple figure seemed to be dragged straight in by something, and fell in the middle of the hall in embarrassment.

It is Gongwutong.

Gongwutong's sable fur cape flew away, and the wide sleeves embroidered with pear patterns covered half of her slender waist. The epiphyllum in her hair had already closed, and the flower clusters trembled.

Everyone looked at each other.

Gong Wutong's knees hurt from knocking, the little saint who was well-clothed and well-fed had never suffered this kind of pain, but even so, he didn't dare to curse as aggressively as before.

"Big Trouble" Zong Suiming had already walked in front of him, staring at him condescendingly, with demonic energy in his eyes.

Gong Wutong bowed his head flexibly and stretched, pretending to be the soft and charming tone unique to the succubus, and said softly: "What is your order?"

Even though he thought that Ming had no sympathy for the fragrance and jade, he bent down and tore off the veil of Gongwutong, and the strings of the bead curtain collided with each other, making a messy and crisp sound.

Gong Wutong raised his head slightly, revealing an ugly face that had been disguised with spiritual power.

Zong suspected that Ming was completely impatient, and threw away the curtain: "You are a Taoist cultivator."

Not a question, but a certainty.

Gong Wutong: "..."

All the demons in the Barren Island Hall suddenly made a commotion.

If it was said that the previous big demon exposed Gong Wutong as a Taoist cultivator, they might still question it, but the one who said this was Zong Suming, it must be solid evidence, beyond doubt.

Yushi was deceived by Gong Wutong and the big demon who lost face was stunned, his eyes immediately showed a fierce light, and he stared at Gong Wutong fiercely——if Zong Suiming hadn’t spoken yet, he would have rushed forward to kill that detestable Dao Xiu who was full of lies. Swallowed alive!

Zong Suan Ming's resentment towards Dao Xiu is even more serious than that of killing his father and enemy. There are rumors that this may have something to do with Zong Suan Ming's younger sister Zong Xueqing being abducted by Dao Xiu a hundred years ago.

Zong Suan Ming Motong stared coldly at Gong Wutong, raised his hand, and Ming Xiuyi, who had been supported by the bright lamp, flew towards Zong Suan Ming uncontrollably, and was held in front of him by spiritual power after landing.

Seeing that Ming Xiuyi was going to be taken away, Gong Wutong cried out inwardly.

He was anxious for a while, and he stopped pretending to be cowardly. He lightly squeezed his five fingers together, and the Lingli thread suddenly reflected a colorful light in the void, and with a force, he pulled Ming Xiuyi behind him.

Zong Suming: "..."

All the demons in the Barren Island Hall gasped when they saw that someone dared to rob people.

This Daoxiu...is he really desperate? !

Even though Ming Mo pupils turned red suddenly, he said solemnly: "Do you want to die?"

"I have already paid for the jade, so he is mine." Gong Wutong smashed the jar, "The Demon Lord has ruled the three regions of the Yunjiang River. Could it be that he got it by such a tyranny?"

Mo Zong Ming looked at him with a gloomy face: "A mere Taoist cultivator dares to come to the demons to speak out without shame, who gave you the courage to be presumptuous here?"

The great demon in the palace looked at Gong Wutong as if he was looking at a dish, almost swallowing him with his eyes alone.

Gong Wutong didn't seem to know what fear was, and still clasped Ming Xiuyi's wrist, unconsciously tapped twice with his fingertips, and turned his eyes around Zong Tanming, as if thinking of something.

Ming Deng flew over and pulled out the sword with a clang.

But Gong Wutong pressed Ming Deng's shoulder, said something in a low voice, then changed his confrontational attitude just now, raised his eyes and smiled obediently and flatteringly at Zong Ming.

Even though Ming Ming frowned, he suddenly had a bad premonition for some reason.

as predicted--

"uncle."

Gong Wutong raised his hand to dissipate the spiritual power from his face, revealing a beautiful face that was very similar to Zong Suiming, he said a little aggrieved: "Uncle, don't you recognize me?"

Zong Suming: "..."

Gong Wutong recognized his relative: "You hugged me when I was young."

Even if I think my face is green.

The demons were so shocked by this "uncle" that their three souls and six souls all ascended to the sky, and it took a long time before they turned into white smoke and returned to the Lingtai weakly.

Uncle, uncle? !

Doesn't Your Majesty only have one nephew?

Thinking of this, some of the active Moxiu suddenly realized the identity of Gong Wutong, and almost stopped breathing in fright.

"Zong Wutong—" Zong Dan said sharply, "You are really brave."

Gong Wutong took this as a compliment: "Everyone in the world says 'nephew Uncle Xiao', so my ability is naturally due to my uncle's good teaching."

Zong Suming: "..."

Suspecting that Ming had a splitting headache, he waved his hand casually, and the killing intent of the demons in the Barren Island Palace towards Gong Wutong was instantly dispelled by him.

The magic weapon summoned by the big demon landed at his feet with a bang, he looked at Gong Wutong's face in a daze, and realized something later, his whole face was as pale as paper.

Palace Indus.

The son of Shengzun Gongque.

Gong is indeed a legendary figure in the Three Realms.

He was born with a Buddha bone, and has been honored as a son of Buddha by the Sifang Great Buddha Temple since he was born. He received the Buddha's precepts to understand the Buddha's nature, kneel to the Buddha and preach the scriptures.

But in the end, the Buddha, who was rumored to be the reincarnation of the supreme being, for some reason, became a Taoist partner with the succubus Zong Xueqing of the demon clan.

The Buddhist Taoism that Gong Ke could ascend with only one line was completely broken. For the sake of love, he unscrupulously abandoned the Tao and rebelled against the Sifang Great Buddha Temple.

On the vernal equinox of one year, Gong Que abandoned Buddhism and ascended to the path of sentient beings, becoming the only supreme saint in the Three Realms, above ten thousand people.

Indus flowers are blooming everywhere.

After the rain, Gong Wutong was born.

Damo suddenly shivered.

Rumor has it that the sage Gong is so merciful and merciful that even ghosts can be persuaded to convert. His only weakness is Gong Wutong, who has been weak and sick since childhood.

If the sage knew that Gong Wutong had been imagined by the demon cultivator as a furnace, with Gong's protection, they might even disperse their souls into powder, and they would never be reborn forever.

Even though he didn't know what other people were thinking, he just wanted to slap this daring thing to death.

"You don't stay in Jiufangzong to recuperate, why come to the Demon Race to join in the fun?!"

Gong Wutong's fingers carelessly circled the peacock's feathers. He has half the blood of a succubus, and his every gesture is a seductive one born in his bones. Reminiscing about the past."

Zong Suiming sneered, didn't believe his words at all, but followed his words and said: "Okay, since you're all here, stay and practice magic with me."

Gong Wutong paused with her fingers, her smile was a bit forced.

The reason why he didn't want to reveal his identity in front of the demon king was because of this.

Even though he suspected that Gong Ke had abducted his sister, the nephew who was born was obviously half of the blood of Moxiu was also abducted to practice Taoism, and even the surname had to be that boring gourd of Gong Ke.

If Gong Wutong was detained by Zong Sui Mingzhen in the demon clan, maybe in a few days he would be forced by Zong Sui Ming to change his name to "Zong Wutong" to cultivate demons.

Gong Wutong didn't want to be beaten by his father, so he could only try to hide.

"Ming Xiuyi bears the Ice Spirit Seed, which is more suitable for cultivating demons. I won't let people swallow him up." Zongsu Ming fingered Ming Xiuyi behind him, and said coldly, "If you feel lonely, you can let him He is your companion."

Gong Wutong tried his best to keep calm, and the fingers behind his back secretly hooked towards the bright light.

"Uncle, I have half of the succubus spirit bones. If you want to cultivate demons, you can only go to the way of carnival. Your demon cultivators who cross the Yunjiang River are too ugly, and they don't know how to sympathize with each other. I don't like it."

Zong Danming: "Who allowed you to practice the way of carnival? I have my own way for you to practice the traditional way of magic."

Gong Wutong thought to himself, are you demon cultivators divided into orthodox or not?

Aren't they all the same crooked ways?

Also eat people.

Gong Wutong was soft and hard, delaying time: "Isn't Mingxiu the dual spiritual root of water and wood? Why is there an ice spirit species? Did you read it wrong?"

"Listen to what you are saying?!" Zong Tanming suppressed his anger, "No one in the Three Realms knows that spiritual roots and spiritual seeds are not the same thing. How did your holy father teach you? Your incarnation Is the divine period to be eaten?"

Gong Wutong: "..."

Gong Wutong said dryly: "I'm born dull, it's none of my father's business."

Zong Sui Ming forcibly suppressed the urge to beat him, closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "The Ice Spirit Seed is his chance, the orthodox Taoism does not have a mental method suitable for his cultivation, only cultivating demons can allow him to ascend the Dao."

Gong Wutong listened carefully to his uncle's bragging, and even praised the venue to echo him.

"Ah! It's so!"

"The magic repair is amazing."

"As expected of uncle!"

Even though he thought Ming was so smart, he glanced coldly at the light: "Do you want to escape?"

The flattering Gong Wutong choked.

He is really scared, even if he thinks clearly, why isn't his uncle as easy to fool as other non-brained demon cultivators?

He immediately didn't stay any longer, grabbed Ming Xiuyi's hand, and planned to slip away directly.

Zong Suming: "Zong Wutong——"

The bright lamp responded very quickly, and threw the teleportation jade token that had been secretly taken out on the ground, and the magic circle suddenly rose, hissing like a brand mark, and burning a circle of scorched runes on the sapphire slab on the ground.

"Uncle, farewell."

Gong Wutong jumped into the glowing magic circle, the magic circle had just been burnt, it was so hot that his toes hurt, he jumped a little before he stood still.

He probably felt that leaving like this was too heartless, he thought for a while, then raised his hand and threw a sprig of epiphyllum in his hair.

"I didn't bring any good things with me this time, so I'll give this epiphyllum to my uncle."

Zong Suming: "..."

Zong Sui Ming was almost laughed at by him.

The teleportation formation should be reserved by Gong Ke for Gong Wutong to save his life in a critical moment. Once activated, it cannot be stopped. Unexpectedly, it was used by Gong Wutong's prodigal son as a teleportation formation.

Zong Suanming caught Epiphyllum with a sullen face: "Qingming, you sent Epiphyllum to me, wishing I would die early?"

Gong Wutong blinked his eyes, as if he didn't expect this.

In the next instant, the three of Gong Wutong disappeared in place together with the magic circle.

Even though Ming Ming stared at the place where Gong Wutong left, his whole body was full of boiling and unceasing hostility.

The Lord of the Barren Continent Hall boldly stepped forward: "Your Majesty, that little Saint..."

Even though Ming Ming held the epiphyllum branch and twirled it gently for a few times, it took a long time before he put the epiphyllum in the storage ring for safekeeping, but he opened his mouth indifferently.

"Let him go."

"One day, he will willingly come to repair demons."

***

Thousands of miles away, Jiufangzong.

The rain falls in Qingming, and the white mist shrouds the mountains.

White mist rose from the top of the side peak, and next to the courtyard halfway up the mountain, a bluestone slab seemed to be stamped with a branding iron. Black air hissed, and a circle of runes suddenly covered it.

Gong Wutong appeared out of thin air from the teleportation formation with Ming Xiuyi in his arms, and hurriedly said: "Don't let people in."

Ming Deng nodded: "Yes."

As soon as the words fell, his figure flickered slightly, and suddenly turned into an emerald green palace lantern, slowly floating in the huge courtyard.

The warm light turns into a barrier, blocking all prying eyes.

Gong Wutong's residence is called Hongchen Garden, the flower pavilion is fragrant and red like spring all the year round, and pear blossoms are full of branches.

Just after a spring rain, the lotus in the courtyard dripped and dripped, Gong Wutong stepped on the remaining flowers on the ground and entered the inner room, glanced at the time from the corner of the eye.

——It's the hour of the year.

There will be another episode of "Half-Demon Lord Records" written by Shuangxiake, so don't miss it.

Gong Wutong was in a hurry to listen to the book, put Ming Xiuyi on the small couch in the inner room, took out a jade tablet from the small box next to it, and entered a divine consciousness.

The jade tablet engraved with "nine directions" flashed slightly, and after a while, three voices came from it one after another.

"Big Brother?"

"Brother, what can I order?"

"The suzerain was still talking to senior brother just now and said that the medicine has been delivered, senior brother, where are you? Have you taken it? What are you busy with? Do you need me, senior brother, to chat with you to relieve boredom? Senior brother, senior brother, senior brother, why shouldn't you, senior brother?"

Gong Wutong's head got dizzy from the noise, he responded casually, and lowered his eyes to look at Ming Xiuyi.

As soon as he got out of the demon clan, Ming Xiuyi's body felt a little strange when he was in a coma. The dark magic lines gradually spread from his spiritual bones, and the spiritual breath on his body began to emit the faint fragrance of bone erosion flowers.

His meridian was actually injected with magic breath by the magic cultivator.

A monk's meridians are full of pure spiritual power, once the magic breath gets mixed into it and entangles with that spiritual aura, it will do great damage to the meridians.

If too much magic breath is injected, it may not be possible to practice in the future.

Gong Wutong frowned slightly, clasped Ming Xiuyi's wrist to send spiritual power to the meridians, Ming Xiuyi almost fell off the couch in pain, and was forcibly restrained by him.

In the jade card: "Senior Brother? Senior Brother?"

Gong Wutong saw that Ming Xiuyi was no longer fluttering, and said: "Who in your hands has the elixir of spring? Send one to senior brother."

The Jade Card, which was still lively just now, came to an abrupt end.

A younger brother said: "Isn't it nineteen today? Elder brother is sick again?"

Gong Wutong: "No."

The three juniors said in unison: "That's not true."

Gong Wutong: "..."

What kind of debt collectors are these?

Gong Wutong couldn't get the elixir from the tenacious iron rooster brother, so he could only cough a few times, pretending to be weak: "Junior brother actually saw that I was deliberately hiding the injury? Cough, yes, I had an early illness, I'm afraid you You have to hide your worries."

Juniors: "..."

Gong Wutong: "Spirit pill, junior brother, I've already vomited a vat of blood, vomit."

There is no sound in the jade tablet.

Gong Wutong didn't get an answer: "Junior brother? Panacea? Vomit?"

Those juniors suddenly agreed and said loudly, "Huh? What? Elder Brother? Are you talking? The jade card's spiritual consciousness connection seems not very sensitive, huh? Senior brother..."

"Brother, my spiritual sense is not very sensitive here, what? What did you say?"

"Speak up, I can't hear you—"

Gong Wutong believed it to be true, and flicked his knuckles to tap the jade plaque: "Ah? Is the jade plaque broken again? Wait for senior brother to see."

As soon as the jade tablet was darkened, the spiritual senses of the three juniors had withdrawn in unison.

Gong Wutong: "..."