The four of Jinhuang were all moved, and Xiangyun and Wen Lan were so moved that they secretly wiped away their tears.

Seeing that the two lovers were inseparable, Wen Zhu couldn't help but remind: "Okay, let's leave first." "If it lingers any longer, maybe Li Liang and they will wake up, and then there will be some trouble.

Liang Chong nodded again and again, took the luggage of him and Li Yunyan and put it on his shoulders, took Li Yunyan and followed the four out of the Li Mansion, and rushed straight out of the city.

Seeing the two drifting apart, Xiangyun suddenly felt a feeling, "If you have to become a fool, why die, I am willing to be a mandarin duck and not an immortal." It was difficult to hide yearning and envy in his tone.

Jinhuang suddenly thought of Yunhua, his heart softened, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a shallow smile.

"Don't forget, you're an immortal cultivator!" Wen Zhu suddenly spoke up, reminding him with malicious intentions.

The soft feelings in Xiangyun's heart were interrupted, and she was angry, turned her head and glared at him, and said unconvinced: "Hmph, cultivating immortals is not a cultivator, you can also find a Taoist partner! You don't understand anything, it's just an elm pimple! Ah Jin Alan, let's go, don't pay attention to him!" After speaking, he held Jin Huang with one hand and Wen Lan with the other, and seemed to be angry and walked back.

Jin Huang looked helpless, these two people are obviously good-tempered people, but somehow they always have to quarrel when they meet together. But it's strange to say, one is angry with the other, at most, it's just a stick of incense and it's fine, and then it's okay to talk about it...... In such a cycle, it is really a pair of happy enemies.

Jinhuang turned his head to look at Wen Zhu, but found that instead of the slightest anger, his warm eyes were full of tenderness, and his eyes were tightly wrenched on Xiangyun.

Jinhuang was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, and his eyes were quickly dyed with a narrow smile. Ah Xiang said that Wen Zhu is an elm pimple, and the person who really has elm pimple doesn't know who it is!

Sensing Jinhuang's gaze, Wen Zhu came back to his senses, and happened to meet her clear gaze, and in an instant, it seemed that all the blood in his body was surging towards his face, his whole face was swollen red, and even the roots of his neck were dyed red, and his eyes were even more dodgy and didn't know where to put it.

Seeing him like this, the smile on the corner of Jinhuang's mouth deepened, and the narrowness in his eyes was about to overflow. She winked at him, as if to say, "I know all about ......"

At this time, Xiangyun noticed her movements, grabbed her arm and tugged, glanced at Wen Zhu angrily, and said angrily: "Ah Jin, let's ignore him!"

Jinhuang smiled and said "um", turned his head forward, and left Wen Zhu with a look of "there is a long way to go".

The night fog gradually rose, and it was already the second half of the night, and because of the skinning demon, even the husband who fought the guard hid back to his house early, and the streets were empty and silent.

The four of them sacrificed their flying magic weapons and prepared to return to the inn where they were staying.

Suddenly, a faint wave of demonic energy came from the corner of the street, and Jin Huang turned his head violently with a python whip, but he didn't see any suspicious traces. There was nothing but a broken lantern that had fallen on its side to the ground. And the next moment, that demonic qi fluctuation suddenly disappeared, and the air was clean, as if it had never appeared.

Jinhuang's brows furrowed, and his expression was solemn. Her feeling can't be wrong, it's the demonic energy! Could it be that there is really a demon behind the skinning demon?

Her heart suddenly became solemn. If that's the case, then things get complicated.

"Ah Jin, what's wrong?" Seeing that she didn't follow, Xiangyun and the others circled back with the flying magic weapon.

"Just now I felt the fluctuation of demonic energy. Jinhuang withdrew the python whip and said with a solemn expression.

"Demonic energy?" Xiangyun exclaimed.

"What?" Wen Lan lost color.

The three of them jumped off the flying machine, took out magic weapons and spiritual weapons one after another, and gathered around her, watching the surrounding movements with wary expressions.

"He's gone. Jin Huang said.

Wen Zhu withdrew his sword back into the scabbard, his warm and handsome face was dyed with solemnity at this time, and he said in a deep voice: "Before going down the mountain, I heard the senior brother of Tianqiao Peak mention that signs of demon activities have been found in many places in the mortal world recently, and it seems that some conspiracy is brewing. ”

Jin Huang lowered his eyebrows and groaned. The demons have returned to the demon realm to recuperate since the demon venerable was sealed, but they have never given up the idea of rescuing the demon venerable and reviving the demon clan. In the past hundreds of years, the demon clan has begun to move, operating in the Three Realms of Demons and Immortals, seeking a way to break the seal of the Demon Venerable.

If Fang Cai's demon was not a scattered demon, no matter what conspiracy he had, the ultimate goal would be to lift the seal of the Demon Venerable! I just don't know if they already know that the Heavenly Yin Body is the key to breaking the seal. If she already knew, then she would be in danger.

Thinking of this, Jinhuang's heart sank. She has only practiced the eleventh layer of qi, and Fu Li is nowhere to be found, how can she protect herself with her current strength!

"Let's go back to the inn first. Seeing that several people were silent, Wen Zhu reminded loudly.

Everyone jumped on their flying magic weapons and flew towards the inn where they were staying.

When a few people walked away, they saw that Jinhuang had only noticed that at the corner of the street where the demonic qi was aware, in the thick darkness, there was a man standing.

Bright purple dress, silver silk embroidered with intricate patterns, black hair like silk, straight like spinning yarn draped over the shoulder, obliquely inserted on a light blue hosta.

Under the boundless night, wisps of black-purple smoke lingered around him, and I don't know if the smoke was made by him or by him, hazy, as if it would turn away in the next moment.

He looked at the direction in which Jinhuang and them had disappeared, raised a hibiscus facial bone fan with his right hand and gently tapped his smooth chin, and a trace of interest crossed his eyes. The pink lips opened lightly, and the voice was clear and pleasant, as if the lark in the forest was singing, "Hehe, it's really interesting." ”

With that, his bones flickered, and his whole body disappeared into the vast night, leaving only a few wisps of black and purple smoke lingering in the air. A gust of wind blew, and the thin wisp of smoke melted away, as if no one had ever been there.

The night was fleeting.

Jin Huang withdrew from his meditation and heard the unusual noise of the street market outside the inn.

She walked to the window, pushed open the half-lattice window and looked out, only to see the street market by the window crowded with people, talking to each other.

At this moment, a boy in a short coat and jacket rushed from the other side of the street, shouting incessantly: "Everyone go to the west street to see, the prefect is going to burn the skinned demon! Everyone go to the west street to see, the prefect is going to burn the skinning demon......

A few words set off a thousand waves for the already lively street market, and the faces of the pedestrians were all flashing with excitement and excitement, and they all dropped their work and followed the boy and swarmed towards the west street.

Jinhuang closed the window.

At this time, Xiangyun came and knocked on the door, saying that they had packed up and were ready to go.

The four of them walked out of the inn together.