Patriarch of the Devil's Dao: Xiyao Xiang Tiantian

Looking at the figure that was gradually going away, his straight back was full of arrogance but also so lonely. With only one hand, he held the Jiang disaster and walked very heavily.Disaster relief is the same as its name, bringing disaster to others, and it is the same to him.

Jin Guangyao looked at him, sighed softly, shook his head silently, then turned his head to focus on the ruins under his feet.Suddenly, there was a "huh", a burst of flames spewed over, Jin Guangyao was startled for a moment, he froze in place, his neck was so stiff that he turned to the instigator.

"Red Yan, what are you doing?"

Chi Yan looked at him innocently, and said: "Master, you are too slow like that, or I am faster like this, just burn the things and melt them, wouldn't it be fine?"

Jin Guangyao was suddenly awakened.

That's right, Chi Rouge's Lieyi real fire is so hot that it can directly melt the ground into magma, that's fine too.

Having figured it out, Jin Guangyao tiptoed lightly to the side of the pothole, then took a few steps back, then motioned for Chi Yan to continue, Chi Yan nodded, and with a flick of his right hand, a small fireball half the size of a palm was thrown out , as soon as it landed on the ground, there was a "boom", covering the entire pothole in an instant, and the flames shot up to a height of three feet. Jin Guangyao was so startled that he took a few steps back and barely avoided it. Looking down, he was very helpless. depressed.

There was a big hole in the hem of the clothes.

I just bought it...

He raised his head and looked at the culprit again, with resentment in his eyes, but the man didn't know it at all, he just concentrated on playing with the fire in his hand.

Jin Guangyao stared for a long time, her eyes were a little sour, but in the end she still didn't respond, she sighed helplessly, gave up, took out the Qiankun bag in her bosom, took out a needle and thread from it, flicked her skirt, and sat cross-legged On the ground, pick up the skirt and start mending...

That serious appearance is really a good wife and mother.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Chi Yan put the fire away, and all the messy things in the pit disappeared, and the soil at the bottom of the pit was red, showing what happened just now.

Chi Yan put down her hands, turned around and walked towards Jin Guangyao who was sitting on the ground and earnestly mending clothes, walked in front of him, squatted down, stared blankly at his hands moving back and forth, and said:

"Master, I'm hungry."

Jin Guangyao's hands trembled, and he raised his head slightly, just in time to see Chi Yan staring at his hand, that look is the look of prey.

"Chi Yan, when you were under the lava of Baifeng Mountain, you want me to teach you how to be a human being, so the first rule is, you can't eat people!"

The wolf-like eyes that were naked and wanting to eat instantly turned into sad eyes.

Jin Guangyao's heart softened for a moment, but he still insisted:

"No, this matter is not negotiable."

"Okay, so what do I eat?"

"When Xue Yang comes back, cook and eat."

"Xue Yang?"

"It's the one following us."

"Human? But I don't smell a human scent on him, and I don't have any appetite at all."

Jin Guangyao helplessly supported his forehead.

"Yes, he is not human. Also, you will call him... Brother Yangyang, yes, brother Yangyang, do you understand? As a human being, you must be polite."

Chi Yan seemed to understand and nodded, muttering: "Brother Yangyang..."

Satisfied, Jin Guangyao bowed his head to sew his clothes again, and after a while, Xue Yang came back with a basket of vegetables in his hand.

Hearing the sound, Jin Guangyao also stopped his hands. The last stitch was just finished, and he patched up a pattern at the hole. The pattern was so familiar that Xue Yang recognized it at a glance. It was a curl. Cloud, the family crest of the Lan family.

Xue Yang sneered, and could hear the sarcasm in it.

Seeing Xue Yang coming back, Chi Yan lifted her skirt and ran towards him, ran up to him, and said:

"Brother Yangyang, I'm hungry and want to eat."

Hearing this, Xue Yang was stunned for a moment, very astonished. At this moment, he heard a few low-pitched laughter from over there.

"Jin Guangyao, you taught me."

"Hahaha, yes, brother Yangyang, it's pretty good."

Xue Yang glanced at Chi Yan, ignored her, and walked in with the basket in hand. Chi Yan ignored his attitude of not wanting to talk to her, and still followed Xue Yang.

Xue Yang picked up some firewood, and took out several swords from his Qiankun bag. Among them, several swords were famous swords, and they were all swords of famous people.Immortal cultivators have always kept their swords close to their bodies, but now this sword is with Xue Yang.

Jin Guangyao frowned slightly, and asked in a calm tone:

"You killed them?"

"Well, if it's not pleasing to the eye, kill it if you kill it."

Hearing this, Jin Guangyao breathed a sigh of relief, Xue Yang didn't say a word of truth, and since he didn't want to reveal his identity now, he wouldn't kill him.

Hearing that Jin Guangyao breathed a sigh of relief, he was also amused, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a moment.

"I forgot. We are both bad friends. I can fool anyone, but I can't fool you."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something, and fell silent for a while.

That's right, I can fool anyone. I lie too much. When I tell the truth, no one will believe it. It's ridiculous.

After a moment of silence, Xue Yang said again:

"For the past two days, it's been a little restless outside." Turning to Chi Yan, he said, "Molten these swords and make a pot out of them."

Chi Yan nodded, bent down and picked up the dozen or so swords and went to make a pot aside.

"When I was hunting outside at night, I found that something was wrong. In the past few days, the number of walking corpses has increased significantly, and the number of monsters has not been divided. They are hunting around the villages. Several local cultivating families are also constantly expanding their strength. , especially Qinghe."

"The Nie family."

"Correct."

"Nie Huaisang may have already started."

"What do you mean?"

"Heh, now, who dares to call Nie Huaisang a ignorant?"

"there's one more thing."

"what's up?"

"Gusu Lan's house was stolen."

Jin Guangyao was shocked.

"What?! Stolen? Who can sneak into Lan's house?"

"I don't know. It is said that the Lan family's Buddhist scripture pavilion was stolen and something was lost. It was a sword. It seems that the sword is very important. Lan Xichen has been looking for it for a long time."

Hearing this familiar name, Jin Guangyao's heart twitched, and an unnatural look flashed across his face.

Gusu.

The entire Lan family was shrouded in gloom, Yun Shen didn't know where he was, but he could let people come and go freely, and he didn't know that things had been stolen, this person's skill was definitely not inferior to the Lan's Shuangbi.

In the Sutra Pavilion, under the dim candlelight, a tall figure stood motionless in front of a shelf. In the silent room, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Lan Xichen put his hand on the stand where the sword was originally placed.

Ayao, where are you?

It turns out that the sword placed here is hate life.

The author has something to say:

Thank you Mengyou Sanqian for the grenade, and the nutrient solution given by my friends, hahahaha