Chapter 712: Scattered into mud and dust

“…… I've been wrong once and can't go on again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info天籁novel.23txt.So,Don't save me。 …… I don't want to, because of me, bring disaster to the demons. ”

She finished speaking intermittently, her gaze falling on Ning Xiang, who was carefully held by the demon.

“…… I'm sorry. ”

Women are soft-hearted, let alone women who want to be mothers.

Seeing her former companion become like this, Ning Xiang's eyes turned red, she shook her head, and said softly: "I don't blame you." ”

Hearing her words, the Demon Star was relieved, and his gaze, which had focused on it, gradually drifted away.

The hand that had grabbed Night Star Han's sleeve slipped down and was silent.

In this situation, not to mention Ning Xiang, even the magic who originally had some complaints about her was not in a good mood.

Night Star Han silently put her on the ground, but saw that the Demon Star's body slowly glowed with a little light, getting brighter and brighter.

The body gradually became transparent, and the turquoise points of light condensed together, flew into the sky, and suddenly exploded among the clouds, and the wind and clouds dispersed.

……

There is a cliff behind the Demon King City, but you can't actually see the sea.

All you can see is a lake.

But ascending to the heights, the wind is bleak and the water is sloppy, the fog is ethereal, and the smoke is all over the place.

At the beginning of spring, the snow melts on the mountain and then gathers into a small stream that flows down into the lake.

Chengzhang Ji clean, the waves linger, the stone walls on both sides of the strait, the five colors are intertwined.

Look at the cliff again, the high gorge is steep, and only one person can lie down.

The flowers next to it are like cheeks, splendid and colorful, all stretching out from the stone wall.

And because there are few people to come, it is a good place to go.

There was a man lying there right now, and she was deaf to the noise from time to time on the hill in the distance.

It's just that his hands are pillowed behind his head, a grass is in his mouth, and his eyes are slightly closed.

Cocked Erlang's legs swayed, his expression was pleasant, so leisurely.

"Okay, I'm lazy here!" a voice overhead, and the cannibal opened its eyes.

A large face took up most of her sight, startling her.

She was not angry: "What are you doing, don't disturb my good sleep!"

Camellia smiled: "Others are busy, either preparing for the succession ceremony, or preparing to see the excitement." You're good, don't have a hole, be careful that I sue you. Say that you, as a deacon, did not fulfill your duties and came to sleep!"

The cannibal flower got up slowly, stretched her waist, and said lazily: "If you disturb people's dreams, you will be choked to death by water, and I can directly dispose of you without complaining." ”

Camellia sighed: "I'm so scared!"

There was no fear on her face, she sat down next to the cannibal flower, tilting her head: "Half an hour later, the succession ceremony will begin, and the elders will retreat, as a deacon, it's not good not to go, right?"

asked Qing Qian to come back that year, and gave the blessing of cannibalism some pills, and she finally succeeded in marrying the pill a few years ago.

Just as the elder was out of the customs, the marginal disciple of the man-eating flower finally entered his eyes.

He had to personally teach some cultivation methods, and he was no longer a registered disciple, and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.

The status is not the same, and it is no longer the depressed situation when he first entered the Demon King City.

It's just that after she experienced a series of changes in the Demon King City, she gradually faded away from her youthful and impulsive nature.

He didn't have the heart to be competitive, and after becoming a deacon in Demon King City, he took care of his fellow disciples everywhere.

Therefore, now the appeal and popularity in the Demon King City are good.

The relationship between the piranha flower and the camellia has always been good, and under her care, the latter's life is not as sad as before.