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For a quarter of an hour, it is impossible to reach the Taishang Peak, and it is also difficult to know the situation of Xu Guangyi and Qiao Miao. A simple strategy can be used when everyone is focusing on the competition.

"Where were you attacked, and you can see his appearance?"

Ruan Chengxing lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "It's in the apricot forest, we haven't seen each other." He raised his chin again, motioning him to look at the jade slip in front of him, "I can't tell who it is, but it's so bold, I think it's a demon." Clan people."

Ruan Chengxing didn't know anything about Wuyan, so it was rare to be able to deduce it like this.

A quarter of an hour is not long, but it is definitely not short either. Song Yuan looked at him silently, and the sobbing of the little fairy servant behind him was soft.

"Wait a minute," Song Yuan said to him, turned around, squatted slightly and gently supported the little fairy servant's arm, not caring that the other's arm was stiff and body trembling, and wiped away the tears on his cheeks, softly He asked, "Where did that person meet you, and how did he ask you to do something?"

The little fairy servant's dark pupils were still moist, and he said in a tender voice: "It's outside the Lingsu Room, the small pavilion at the corner of the corridor..."

Song Yuan nodded slightly when he heard the words: "You stay here and take care of Ruan Daojun, I will go to Xiaoxie to check."

"Yes."

Lingsujian is a residence near the water in the Tianxin Sect. It was originally used for temporary residence with guests. There are few people on weekdays. It is only used for Kabuki music.

He should have been intimidated and panicked, but Song Yuan didn't look nervous. He walked along the veranda and looked down at the fish for a while.

Qu marsh is facing the sun and the waves are woven, and the fish are looking for laziness and swaying their tails.

The door of Xiaoxie was half closed, he frowned, hesitated for a moment, put his plain palm on it, and gently pushed it away.

In an instant, he took half a step, and an extremely pale arm with black lines suddenly stretched out, passed behind his waist, and slammed into something to the right.

It seems to be a chest, a man's broad chest.

There is a smell on the demons, it is very complicated to say, it is a shallow and weak bloody smell, if it is not close to the chest of the demons, it is absolutely difficult to smell, but it is very close, under the ink satin, Song Yuan's nose, obviously There is only a faint trace, but it instantly reminds people of the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and thousands of dead bones.

But after losing his cultivation base, Song Yuan's reaction was not as good as before, especially in front of the demons, if he had to fight, he was the fish on the chopping board.

The aroma is alluring and unguarded.

"Long time no see, little Daoist, hiss, there is some meat."

Low, soft and hoarse, it was a familiar voice.

witch salt.

The human race gasped slightly in astonishment, the body was tense, the waist was narrow, the demon's pale arm passed through his armpit, the force was incomprehensible, the right palm climbed upwards, but the warm and cool breath stayed, spraying on the sensitive skin. There was a thin layer of red in the ears.

I feel better than before.

It is also softer than before, just now I took a few more glances, my face is blunt, and the waves of my eyes are softer, I used to be strict with myself, and my hair was tied meticulously and rigidly, but now I am much more casual, my temperament is less gloomy and more gentle.

In the past, it was the cold fragrance of Zongmen that had been tainted for many years, but now it is the warm fragrance of clothes.

The bewitching and beautiful Mozu laughed, his thin and pale lips parted, and there was a completely different smile in his eyes from when he killed someone, like a child finding something he loves.

"You...you make it easy for me to find..."

There is no one around, and there are windows in the small pavilion. How can one imagine that the prince of the demon clan will come from thousands of miles to break into the well-guarded decent sect, just to see the disciples of the famous sect, hug and hug each other, and make a private photo. The children's mood of giving and receiving, whispering and whispering.

Song Yuan didn't think so, Wu Yan was a cunning person, presumably it was to test his own cultivation.

He endured for a moment, and then said: "If you want to negotiate terms, please relax your Highness the Prince."

In fact, Song Yuan wasn't that worried. He had a lot of entanglements with Wu Yan in his impression, but it wasn't really a blood feud.

When I was a teenager, I felt deeply humiliated and gritted my teeth, but now that I think about it, it is nothing.

It was nothing more than Wu Yan playing with him as a plaything, stumbling him and suffering him from time to time.

Both of them also knew that in such a grand event, they offended three sects at the same time, if there was any accident, Wu Yan would not be able to fly even with wings.

The demon's head did not move, and the palm still rested on the butterfly bone of the human.

This person had just changed into a thin shirt, and the palms of his hands were scorched by the heat that penetrated them for a while.

It is a person who lives well and is warm and warm.

Song Yuan didn't know that he breathed a sigh of relief.

As if he didn't care about his own life and couldn't distinguish the occasion, the demons then complained and said: "You say you, the old man should die when he reaches his age, what kind of medicine do you go for him? I don’t see that broken sect giving you an elder.”

Song Yuan frowned again: "You..." Why do you have such a familiar face.

But he has never been considered a smart person, he thought that Wu Yan was coercing him, so he came alone, but now seeing him talking about him, he was a little confused for a while, so he raised his hand and pushed him away.

"If there is any further delay, Sect Master Xu will soon..."

Wu Yan was not obsessed, and obeyed him and took a few steps back, only then did Song Yuan see his whole appearance, his face was still pale, with some redness on his face, but he was not ordinary, he was just a beautiful man, only a pair of eyes were different.

In Song Yuan's impression, Wu Yan's eyelids are always half-closed, covering half of his pupils, and his tail eyelashes are slender, trembling with his gaze, fluttering his wings as if about to fly. It looks lazy and harmless, but in fact it is the most dangerous.

But now he was staring so hard that Song Yuan felt uncomfortable watching him.

"That's right, point that bald donkey to bring the rescuers, shall we? But you know very well, even if it is whoever comes, if he takes a step, I will immediately let your little brother die."

Song Yuan knew that he had always acted as he wanted, but he was not so audacious, so he shook his head and said, "You can't escape even if he dies. You didn't come here just to seek death. You can always discuss what you want."

Wu Yan tilted his head, still smiling: "Discussion? What if I just want to die?"

Seven years ago, if you wanted to kiss the sweet and beautiful Xiaodaojun, wouldn't you have to have the will to die to succeed?

偖颩喥徦

He approached step by step, his eyes unconsciously cruising on the jade white neck exposed by the slightly open collar of the human race, and his throat suddenly felt thirsty.

Song Yuan took a step back, with a vigilant expression: "Why is this?"

Could it be that he wanted to seize the wordless book?

That person came here is really looking for a dead end.

The Mozu's tone seemed to be resentment and resentment, and it sounded strange: "Why is this? The little Daoist is now down and out, so he is so earnest and good-natured to advise me, the god-killing Mozu. If it was seven years ago, I'm afraid Immediately draw your sword and turn against me and take my life."

As he spoke, he took another step forward, pointed at his heart, and said with a smile in his tone, "Song Daojun, it still hurts here."

It was to seek revenge.

But that's just an incarnation, it's not worth traveling thousands of miles to seek revenge seven years later.

Although, that was Song Yuan's first time taking someone's life.

Song Yuan was unmoved, and just turned his gaze away, as calm as seven years ago: "You and I have different ways, and you act cruelly and violently. If no one stops you, how many murders will you commit?"

It’s really the same as before. It’s not an exaggeration to say that I’m gouging you out a thousand times or ten thousand times. In fact, I often toss and turn when I see the tragic things in the world. I go to the restaurant in the middle of the night to drink and get drunk. It’s not annoying. , with red eyes and nose tips, weeping and weeping on the shoulders of passers-by.

Sword cultivation is no better than Dharma cultivation, and he can truly understand the wounds of each sword.

However, the next time it will be the unmoved little sword cultivator, using a disobedient sword, saying that he will never just cut off his arm if he wants to take the life of the demons.

Recruit more people.

Wu Yan watched him with a meticulous look, and he couldn't bear to escape his eyes, and his appearance was even more cheerful: "Song Daojun, I am a demon, and killing evil is a merit for me, but you..."

He approached even closer, almost pushing Song Yuan to the table behind him, with a deeper smile and a more frivolous tone: "The Taoist Lord scolded me for being cruel and violent, and he spoke so harshly, so righteous and awe-inspiring, but he dared not even look at me."

"Aren't you afraid, as long as you look at me, you will immediately let me, this evil seed of the devil, find out..."

"You even pity the demons, huh?"

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Lively and smart (?) junior brother Ruan Chengxing, noble and arrogant young lady (?) Xu Guangyi, charming little beauty (?) Qiao Miao, gentle and virtuous (?) monk Duyi, and even super hot (?) Demonic enemy Wuyan, halo, look at me, you, still, wait, gods and demons, quickly join lovelove Yuan Yuan's heart-pounding journey game!

Yuanyuan old Bodhisattva (bushi), is the kind who will think about what the world has made you so bad, but you must die, and then pierce your heart with a sword.

Wuyan ate candy from the glass slag by himself.

Wu Yan: As long as you look at me, I don't believe your eyes are empty~