Demon Lord, he is rebellious

Countless soldiers drew bows and arrows and surrounded Xianyu Haoyang from a distance, no one dared to step forward.

Xianyu Haoyang's body was full of arrow feathers.With a little luck, the arrow feathers on his body shot at the surrounding crowd, and there was a burst of mourning.

Fresh blood gushed out from Xianyu Haoyang's wound, flowing on the ground and converging into a small river.But he didn't seem to be affected by this, and he still walked towards the crowd at a leisurely pace. Seeing this, the soldiers around were even more terrified, shouting: "Evil ghost, he is an evil ghost!!"

This kind of fear, screaming to please Xianyu Haoyang, showed an evil smile on his immature face stained red with blood.The sacrificial knife in his hand was aimed at everyone again.

Suddenly, visions abounded, and a cyan beam of light appeared out of nowhere in the midair.

I saw a figure walking out of the clear light. The person who came was dressed in white clothes and smeared the floor. He was spotless and embroidered with golden silk patterns, shining brightly in the sun. The man had phoenix eyes and long eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips, and all his facial features were good-looking, black Her long hair was tied up with the simplest white jade crown, against the blue light, it was still so dazzling that one couldn't help but look up and feel admiration.

It is really noble and out of dust, handsome and elegant to the extreme!

The man in white stretched out his right hand, overflowing with spiritual power from his fingertips, and drew a spell in the air with his bare hands, lightly tapped his fingertips, and the spell fell into the center of Xianyu Haoyang's eyebrows.

Xianyu Haoyang's originally pitch-black eyes gradually became clear, and the demonic energy in his body disappeared. The young body without the support of the magical energy fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss, and his body fell backwards.

Xianyu Haoyang was brought back to Huashi Pavilion by Duan Xun.

Looking at the child on the bed with furrowed brows and curled up body, Duan Xun looked complicated.

The wounds on Xianyu Haoyang's body have been healed, and the blood stains all over his body have also been washed clean.He was born cute, with loose black braids supporting his small oval face, which was even more white, smooth and tender due to excessive blood loss.

The appearance of being so curled up is like a poor, helpless, and guarded little wolf cub.

Duan Xun has carefully inspected Xianyu Haoyang's body and soul. Unexpectedly, Tianmo Zun turned out to be a half-demon with a body made of devil bones and a human soul.

There is a dense black mist deep in the soul of the demon.

Just as Duan Xun's spiritual sense touched the black mist, the black mist seemed to be alive, stretching out countless tentacles-like black shadows and attacking Duan Xun.

Xianyu Haoyang's body twitched crazily, his face showed pain, and traces of devilish energy began to emerge from between his eyebrows again.Seeing this, Duan Xun didn't dare to continue to investigate further, so he had to give up.

Withdrawing his consciousness, spiritual power gushed out from his fingertips, and a meditation talisman drawn by spiritual energy fell into the center of Xianyu Haoyang's eyebrows, the gushing devilish energy slowly dissipated, and the painful look on Xianyu Haoyang's face gradually disappeared.

Duan Xun seemed to be caught in some difficult decision, a blue light in his hand flickered on and off, reflecting Duan Xun's handsome face turning blue.

The comatose child in front of him was curled up, obviously malnourished, and looked like he had been abused for a long time.Duan Xun slowly moved his hand to the top of Xianyu Haoyang's head, and spit out the spiritual power in his hand, he could kill him directly.

After stopping his hand in the air for a while, Duan Xun let out a long breath and sighed, "Forget it." He withdrew the hand that was resting on Xianyu Haoyang's head.

After all, the child is not wrong.

Compared with just now, Duan Xun's gaze was less complicated and more gentle. He laughed at himself, turned and left.

Xianyu Haoyang finally woke up leisurely, but his eyes were blank.

The severe pain from his body made his confused eyes gradually clear up, the faint fragrance of lotus filled his side, and specks of sunlight shot into the hollow carved tallow window.

Looking carefully, there is a soft wooden bed under him, exquisitely carved and decorated with Bufan, a brocade quilt on his body, a guqin standing in the corner, and a bronze mirror on the wooden dressing table.

Near the bamboo window, there are a few sheets of rice paper on the rosewood table, a few brushes on the inkstone, and a row of carved bookshelves on the wall. There are many books with gold letters shining on them very beautifully, and the room is full of people. A chic and elegant dusty atmosphere.

Xianyu Haoyang remembered that he was escorted to the Demon Suppressing Tower, but he couldn't think of what happened after that. Before he passed out, he seemed to smell a faint fragrance of lotus.

He turned his eyes and glanced at himself. His worn out clothes were missing, and his body was covered with white bandages. The severe pain he felt just now came from under the bandages.

There was a sudden "creak" door opening, followed by footsteps.

Xianyu Haoyang arched his body like a conditioned reflex, and became alert.

"You're awake." The voice of the visitor sounded like fairy music, strings and jade collided, elegant and moving.

Xianyu Haoyang has never seen such a handsome person, with that noble temperament, handsome and elegant appearance, the nine-petal nasturtium flower embroidered with gold thread on the white clothes is shining in the morning sun, just like a person who has been banished from the sky. Immortal.

Xianyu Haoyang couldn't help staring blankly.The immortal's dark and deep eyes are like a soft and charming night, which can't be seen at a glance, as if probing through life and death, and insight into everything.Let Xianyu Haoyang feel a pious heart that wants to pay homage.

Duan Xun was flattered by Xianyu Haoyang's cute appearance, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Pointing to the small bowl on the table, he said, "Are you hungry? I asked my disciples to cook meat porridge, let's eat some." After finishing speaking, he seemed to remember that Xianyu Haoyang couldn't move now, paused, and said again: "I Come feed you."

After a long while, Xianyu Haoyang was very depressed. Is this a way for immortals to torture people?

Duan Xun looked at the mess at the head of the bed, and Xianyu Haoyang, whose face was covered with meat porridge, looked at him innocently with eyes like a small animal. Let me cook you a bowl."

Seeing the unbelievable expression on Xiantong's face after entering the room, Duan Xun felt ashamed of being in his teens.

Xiantong was also shocked, well, how can someone feed porridge like this...