Ao Xue frowned when she heard this, the Demon Elimination Rift collapsed, Tianlun Mountain fell, the Demon Army returned to the world, and things were in a uproar in the Three Realms, and this matter was also being discussed in the East China Sea in the past few days, but I didn't expect that the disciples of the Sword Immortal Pavilion would become so miserable.

Thinking like this, she gritted her teeth and said awe-inspiringly: "Since there is nowhere to go, you two will go back to the East China Sea with me, and when you get to the East China Sea, it will be my territory, but if anyone dares to bully you again, report my name, I am the ninth princess of the East China Sea, Ao Xue." ”

"The Nine Princesses of the East China Sea" Han Jiangxue was taken aback, hurriedly saluted, and said, "There are many rudeness below, I don't know if it's Her Royal Highness the Princess, please forgive me." ”

Ao Xue waved her hand and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's okay." She turned her head and instructed Yaksha, "Pick him up and we'll go back to the East Sea." ”

Yaksha walked over and picked up the beacon fire, Ao Xue turned his head and grinned at Han Jiangxue, her beautiful eyes smiled into a crescent moon, and said, "Remember, in the future, you two, with my Ao Xue cover, go, take you back to the East China Sea." She said, getting up and leaving.

Han Jiangxue looked at her, laughed, and followed.

In the arms of the Yaksha, Beacon looked at Ao Xue, who was walking in the front, his eyes were gentle and quiet.

Far away, on the roof, Mo Yan was dressed in an inky robe, his fiery red hair was dragged on the tiles, and he quietly looked at the beacon fire and cold river snow that were taken away, thoughtfully.

Beside him, the little monster held his sword, looked at the departing beacon fire and cold river snow, and said, "Master, you have failed." ”

On the roof, the two big men who beat people jumped up, changed their previous drunken appearance, knelt down on one knee, and pleaded guilty: "Please surrender your lordship, I didn't expect that the people of the dragon clan would suddenly appear, in order to avoid unnecessary conflicts, we can only retreat first." ”

Mo Yan said lightly: "It's okay, the matter is half done, send someone to follow, and always pay attention to their movements in the East China Sea." ”

"Yes." The two big men received the order, and their figures turned into two strands of black thick ink, intertwined through the eaves, and flew towards Han Jiangxue and the others quickly.

The little monster said puzzledly: "Master, why spend so much effort on a waste, I see that the beacon fire is not as good as Hanjiang Xue, it is better to demonize Hanjiang Snow and add another main force to my demon army." ”

Mo Yan said: "Only people who have tasted despair will be extremely eager for hope, the new power candidate of the demon army, Fenghuo is the most suitable, and Han Jiangxue, this person is too upright, with a heroic and righteous mind, if he wants to turn him into a demon, I am afraid that it will be a bamboo basket to draw water." ”

The little monster said: "However, the Lord once said that the most upright person, after becoming a demon, is the most extreme. ”

Mo Yan laughed, lowered his eyes to look at it, and said, "You remember what the Lord said."

The little monster clutched the sword in his arms and said, "Remember." ”

"What else did the Lord teach you, tell me about it." Demon Yan turned around, stepped on the void like walking on the ground, and walked into the distance.

Beside him, the little monster followed, and said, "The lord also told me about the hundred schools of thought, she said"

The staccato sound faded away, and the figures of the two people became farther and farther away in the clouds, fading away and disappearing.

At the same time, under the Hukou Gorge in the Jingmuro Mountain, the deep pool water is colder and colder, and the more it goes down, the quieter it is, the silent bottom of the lake can not hear anything, nor can I see a fish swimming, and the bottom of the deep pool is a dead silence.

(Markor Literature-)