When Ziyao arrived at Tianyu Mountain, he was one step too late after all. Blood flowed and corpses were scattered all over the field.

Tianyu Mountain, known as the first immortal mountain of Daomen, has a hideous color under the oblique light of the sunset. The fairy flowers and jade grass are dyed red in one color, which is the blood shed by the disciples of the fairy sect. The glazed tiles of the towering palace are broken, the vermilion lacquer columns are upside down, and the traces of being destroyed by the demons are so distinct.

He couldn't care about his usual calmness anymore, and descended from the Ziyang Sword, his snow-white wide-sleeved robe fluttering under a bleak wind, like an immortal descending. The ruins, the corpses on the ground, and the red flowers and plants are lined like fairies who save the suffering.

Ziyao was heartbroken, but it didn't help.

He received a request for help from his friend Donghao Zhenjun, and rushed all the way, but he didn't expect it to be such a scene. The disciples of Tianyu Mountain were all killed by the demon clan, I'm afraid that Donghao Zhenjun is also fierce!

Cultivating immortals for three hundred years, he has already been a baby. has already seen through Hongchen's life and death, and he is a friend of Donghao gentlemen, this time, even if he dies in other worlds, he will wish for it, and he will not be sad.

The only thing he can do now is to let Dongho's family settle down!

The plain boots that were not stained with fine dust stepped into the treasure hall paved with black jade, the beaded curtains as dense as water, the charming red yarn, the middle-aged man with the yellow crown on the first seat, a graceful and luxurious woman sleeping on his knees, the gorgeous furnishings of the palace were all destroyed, and the golden fragments were piled up on one side like sand. The countless demon corpses next to him were all outside a cinnabar circle.

Zi Yao shouted softly, "Dong Haojun, Mrs. Xueyi?" was extremely quiet in all directions, without a trace of sound. Even the wind stopped before this,

When his voice fell, the men and women on the first seat instantly turned into clear light and died, and the thin light in the sky fluttered like rain, and it was as moving as the thousands of fireflies floating from the wildflowers in the field on a summer night.

Donghao Zhenjun and Mrs. Xueyi crushed the immortal yuan, in order not to let the people of the demon clan take advantage of it!

His indifferent and ruthless eyes looked at the red and conspicuous cinnabar circle on the black ground, this kind of enchantment is a crop that prohibits demons from entering, and the boundary is not black, indicating that no demons have entered yet. can make people like Donghao and his wife, he thinks of someone.

Glasses.

The daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Dongho.

She lay on the jade collapse, her small body huddled together. Through the red veil, he could vaguely see the red dress.

Zi Yao slashed through the barrier with one finger, and the white robe swept past the little girl.

She should be the only surviving Terran in Tianyu Mountain. Her parents lost the hands of the demon clan, and I don't know if this is a blessing or a misfortune for her. As Dongho's friend, he will take good care of the glasses.

He picked up the little girl who was so light that he had no weight, and when he looked out, there was already ice on the horizon, and the remnant sun in the east was like blood, and the strange scene was particularly enchanting.

Unexpectedly, the little girl in his arms suddenly opened her eyes, and the whites of her eyes were like autumn mornings covered with a layer of mist, and there was no love exposed.

Here she is again.

The hair is blown by the wind, and the coolness is as cool as the pleasure of washing with water. Warmth comes from the person holding her.

But some information flew quickly through my mind.

Flower glasses, thirteen years old.

Both eyes are white, and the sky is blind.

But she could see the clouds swirling around her. In the whistling wind, the black hair lingering around the man's fair, slender chin, and the strange and cumbersome lines embroidered on his chest.

In this way, she can see that it must be a plug-in again. This man is the male protagonist? This question just came out of my heart, and I immediately had an explanation.

Ziyao, the first person of Yundai Sect, is the main Qianxun Peak sword cultivator. He is known as the Sword Immortal, and the Dao name is Ziyao Zhenjun. At the age of only three hundred, he is already one of the five infants of the Yuan Dai Sect, and is known as the most promising monk to return to God.

Snow suit, purple sword.

It seems to be compassionate and kind, but in fact it is ruthless and loveless.

However, with a good skin, coupled with the fact that he was already a Yuanying monk at a young age, and he had a noble and cold expression all day long, the fairies and demon girls in the entire Yunze Continent flocked to him.

She concentrated on looking up the synopsis of the novel in her head, but she couldn't find anything.

No, the plot information that is most beneficial to her is gone? The first time I encountered this situation, I could only scold the headquarters in my heart for not giving it well, and I didn't care if there were bugs in the system.

It's still on your own. It doesn't matter if there's no plot.,Anyway, now I've contacted the male owner.,As for the female owner of the book, it's never been very important.,She only has to attack the male protagonist well.,Let the male protagonist fall in love with herself.。

When a few stars fell, Ziyao took her back to the cloudy palace on the cliff, and at this time she missed a good opportunity to pretend to be asleep. So when Ziyao carried her into the bright hall, her head turned slightly, rubbing against the soft silk.

The movement from the sleeve made Zi Yao slightly stunned, and looked down at the little girl in her arms, her lips as tender as flower petals moved, and then the thick black eyelashes covering her eyelids moved and slowly opened - centuries long, beautiful as the eyes of two apricots, and the fly in the ointment was that the white filled the apricot eyes like a curse, ethereal and indifferent without color.

"Who are you, what do you want to do. ”

Her voice seemed to be trying to be calm but unable to hide her trembling fear, which made Ziyao a little funny.

"Glasses, do you remember me?"

The familiar voice, the deep inside is like a tide, the familiar title appears with joy, and the girl's slightly pale face floats with an innocent smile without a trace of embellishment: "Brother Ziyao, Brother Ziyao, is it you? Are you coming to see me?"

For this title, Ziyao is a little helpless, it stands to reason that he is friends with Huajing's father, and he is also calling his uncle. But she is good, she always catches him and calls her brother, and she is a generation shorter than Dong Hao. This was the first time she had corrected her, and Ziyao didn't remember it clearly: "Huajing, you should call me uncle." After all, my father and I are brothers, so it's a mess. ”

She muttered, "But Brother Ziyao, your voice is so young, and it doesn't look like an uncle at all." I don't want to scream. ”

Ziyao frowned and said, "Forget it before, you can't be like this by my side in the future." ”

"Later?" she touched her sideburns suspiciously, and asked, "Why?" will Brother Ziyao live in Tianyu Mountain for a long time?"

After all, it was to be said, that tragic bloody case. He looked at the immature little girl, and a trace of unbearability crossed his compassionate face like a Buddha.

Seeing that the master was lingering in the night, the disciple guarding the door stepped forward and said respectfully, "Immortal Venerable, you are back." Senior Brother Liu Xun has something to tell you, and he has been waiting for an hour in Lang Ya Pavilion, and Senior Brother asked me to see you and said. ”

Ziyao said, "I see. He put down his glasses and said in a rare gentleness: "Glasses, I'll talk about this matter later." You go over to rest with this senior brother first, and if you have anything to tell him, if it's inconvenient, you can find Yuexiao. ”

He turned to talk to the disciple, and his non-obsessive tone made Hua Jing understand that she didn't have the right to say no, this male protagonist has been in power for a long time, and even plain words can't make people have the idea of refusing this kind of inappropriateness.

Huajing watched him leave the opposite corridor, but little by little a smile appeared in his eyes.

The disciple cleverly transformed the sword into a black staff, "This senior sister, please come with me." ”

She was holding a black staff, and her eyes were blank and white.

However, who would have thought that this was just a fake.

The white jade pillar, the white ground, and the endless white li, she is just a small store.