Aoyama sees me as I should

Ji Qingbai was also entangled here.

He was a little confused about what was haunting him, there were people with a demonic smell, and even martial arts spells in it, Ji Qingbai hid twice from unexplained, troublesome but not fatal sneak attacks After that, he stood on the eaves.

The moonlight is covered with shadows, pouring down like quicksilver. Ji Qingbai holds the sword in his left hand and stands against the night.

The silt-like thing dived into the ground, Ji Qingbai looked down for a while, jumped a few times, turned a sword flower, the tip of the sword was facing down, and stabbed into the black shadow suddenly.

There was another screeching sound above his head, Ji Qingbai swept aside, and looked up to see several figures standing against the wall.

"Xuanjun Qingbai, blocking someone's way of making money is like killing one's parents." The person who spoke could not see his face, and his voice was male or female.

Ji Qingbai straightened up and said coldly, "Who are you?"

The man smiled: "Xuanjun doesn't need to know who we are, we are just here to pick up an adult."

Ji Qingbai didn't speak, he was in the open, the enemy was in the dark, he couldn't see the opponent's strength clearly, so he shouldn't act rashly.

"The golden flame and phoenix beside you." The man said again, "I trouble you to bring it for us."

Ji Qingbai's mind roared for a moment, and he seemed to have caught something in the blink of an eye. He quickly flew towards the bottom of the wall, gritted his teeth and said, "The plan to turn the tiger away from the mountain... What do you want to do to Minghuan?!"

The man who couldn't see his face was finally forced to the light, followed by eight accomplices dressed in the same clothes, Ji Qingbai was surrounded on all sides, only to realize that these people were surrounded by monsters.

"We don't dare to be disrespectful to the Holy Demon." The man's tone was eccentric, with pity and mockery, "Why don't Xuan Jun go back and ask his apprentice, how about it?"

Chang Sheng stared at Ming Huan's bleeding fingertips, his expression was quite calm, he thought about the mud on the ground just now, and changed the subject: "Where is Master?"

Ming Huan was a little impatient: "Master is fine." He moved closer and ordered, "Open your mouth."

Changsheng pursed his lips, his face full of resistance, he didn't know where the mud was hiding, and he always felt that there was something strange that he couldn't figure out.

Ming Huan suddenly moved his lower finger, and in the next second, Chang Sheng's hands were tied behind his back, forcing him to raise his head.

"I said, don't force me." Ming Huan's tone was calm, Chang Sheng stared at him in disbelief, and slowly opened his mouth.

The blood from Ming Huan's fingertips dripped into his throat, and Chang Sheng felt a scorching fire in his stomach, the pain made his eyes stare, the restraint had been untied, Chang Sheng covered his chest, sweating coldly, his face was like gold paper , let Ming Huanshen hug him up.

Changsheng didn't know where the other party was taking him, and he couldn't ask. The saint demon's painstaking efforts were not something ordinary people could bear. Changsheng couldn't help wondering whether Minghuan wanted to save him or kill him.

This idea was both absurd and bittersweet. Ming Huan hugged him and turned out the window, Chang Sheng was shaking with pain, and couldn't help but look behind him.

"Don't look." Ming Huan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, he said, "Master won't come."

As soon as the words fell, an arrow was nailed to his feet.

Ming Huan was stunned for a moment, his expression was only stunned for a moment, and then he gradually became embarrassed.

Ji Qingbai was in a panic, he had lost his original long sword, and now he had an extra bow in it, standing on the opposite roof, looking towards this side from a distance.

"Before I went down the mountain, I swore an oath in the hall." Ji Qingbai's voice was strong and clear, "If you dare to commit evil karma, I will take your life."

Ming Huan slowly turned around.

Ji Qingbai saw Changsheng in his arms.

"Master." Minghuan said suddenly, "I gave Changsheng my heart and soul."

Ji Qingbai's eyes were red, his chest heaved and heaved, and he was so angry that he almost lost his voice: "He has no foundation in cultivation, you are killing him by forcefully giving him your demon blood!"

Ming Huan actually smiled: "I won't let him die, as long as the day passes, when the blood enters his heart, no one in this world can hurt him except himself."

Ji Qingbai was so angry that his eyes turned black, and he cursed: "Niety!"

Ming Huan didn't care at all, he pursed his lips, and said sarcastically: "Everyone in the world wants the blood of the holy demon, don't you know, Master?"

"Do you think that Song Hou went up the mountain to seek immortality, or to ask the Yueqing sect to slay demons and demons on behalf of Tian Xingdao?" Ming Huan lowered his eyes, looked at Chang Sheng in his arms, and said slowly, "Neither, They wanted my blood, so I gave them some."

Ji Qingbai: "..."

Ming Huan: "My demon power was weak when I was young, and I was banned by Nanwu, so I couldn't control the art of blood. Thanks to my master, that martial artist was able to release the restriction."

Ji Qingbai's hands trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the bow. He couldn't move an inch now, because he lived in the opponent's body for a long time, before he said shyly, "What exactly do you want?"

Ming Huan sighed, he seemed a little distressed, and said, "Master and Changsheng never wanted my blood."

Ji Qingbai opened his mouth, of course he doesn't want Minghuan's blood, he only hopes that the child he saved back then can live in peace and dignity in the future.

"Master." Ming Huan raised his head, looked at Ji Qingbai, smiled suddenly, and said, "As long as you are willing, I can also give you a drop of my heart."

"In the future, we will be together for a long time, and we will never be separated."

The watchman came from the end of the alley. Before dawn, he accidentally bumped into something. He cursed, looked down, and was frightened to death.

The night clothes on Ji Qingbai's body were stained with his own blood or someone else's blood. He stood on the road with blank eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"This, this Xuanjun." The watchman asked tremblingly, "You, are you alright?"

Ji Qingbai couldn't see Xuanjun's appearance at all now, he waved, and there was no one in front of him at the moment, Ji Qingbai shuffled forward a few steps, staggered and half knelt down.

At this moment, thinking about all the things before, he only felt that he was blind and blind, and he didn't see anything wrong at all.

Song Hou came to the peak for no reason, and the disciples he sent down couldn't find anything, dead people, monsters who couldn't find shadows; who could easily break his enchantment?Ming Huan pretended to investigate the case with him, but he was the only one who got caught halfway, but the people who came didn't take advantage of his life; Nan Wu first reminded him of the phrase "evil thoughts have already arisen"... Ming Huan was in front of him once Show weakness twice, once to lift the prohibition, once to go down the mountain...

Ji Qingbai was dizzy from thinking, and he didn't even dare to think about how much bad karma the other party had done without telling him.

Even Longevity...Eternal Life...

Ji Qingbai felt a pain in his chest, and spat out blood "wow", he wiped his mouth expressionlessly, and looked at the beater who was completely shocked into a club.

"Excuse me." Ji Qingbai asked calmly, "How should I go to the Marquis of the Song family?"