"Hai Dongqing, what kind of existence is the demon race for you?" she asked.

Hai Dongqing tilted his head and thought carefully, it has never had a concept of the demon race, and even, the demon race is just a legend for it, and after the destruction of the words and bones a thousand years ago, the demon race also disappeared, and the demon race in this world has become a legend.

The Demon Exorcism Rift was its first contact with the demons, but, in its heart, the demons were terrifying.

"The demons are terrifying, they are like darkness, pervasive, indestructible, once they are entangled, they will definitely die. "Haidong Qingdao.

Looking at Hai Dongqing, her eyes darkened, and she pursed her lips for a long time in silence.

Hai Dongqing saw that she was in a daze, and there was a bird cry in the distance, and it said, "What, I'll leave first if it's okay." With that, it spread its wings and flew away, running after the cries of the birds.

She came back to her senses and got up to leave, and went out of the courtyard of the firewood house, when she suddenly heard an angry roar in the side courtyard, followed by the sound of things being overturned and smashed, and the three disciples came out of it in a panic, and left with the overturned food with an ugly face.

Su Dandan stopped and stood at the gate of the courtyard, hearing the angry voice of the beacon fire coming from inside.

"Even you come to bully me, insult me, and ridicule me, I have no hands and feet, isn't I without my sense of taste, that kind of thing, can people eat" In the room, on the bed, Fenghuo's whole face was distorted and ugly with anger, and on the ground, the disciples who were cleaning up the table hung their heads, but they didn't dare to squeak or speak.

Next to him, the little junior brother couldn't help but say: "Senior Brother Beacon, that is a specially prepared meal by Senior Brother Wen Bin, which is very beneficial to your body, good medicine and bitter taste."

Before he could finish speaking, Fenghuo interrupted him, stared at him fiercely with cold eyes, and said, "That bowl of medicine, can I restore my body?"

The little junior brother was choked in an instant, unable to answer, and his face was embarrassed and ugly.

"Get out, get out of here," he roared, and violently flipped the table, which was flipped to the ground.

The disciples in the house left silently, and in the cold room, only Fenghuo was left.

Outside the window, Su Dandan looked at the beacon fire whose limbs were so mutilated that he was crushed by the demon shadow, his legs hung on his body like noodles, and his hands were even more seriously damaged.

She frowned, looked at the beacon fire, and pinched her fingers slightly.

He was lying on the soft couch, his limbs were gone, even if he was alive now, it was better to live than to die, his heart was an unsolvable anger, like a fire, burning his mind, he couldn't hear the sound of walking outside the door, it seemed to remind him silently that he could no longer walk, and he couldn't see the eyes of his disciples looking at him, full of sympathy and pity.

He would rather die than live like this.

He was thinking about it, when Mo Yan, who was wearing a Taoist robe outside the door, walked in, Fenghuo looked up, and saw the foreign disciple he didn't know, his face couldn't help but sink, and said, "Get out, this is not the place you should come." ”

Mo Yan was not annoyed or angry, walked over, saluted politely, and said: "The junior elder, a disciple of Izumo Mountain, learned that the senior of the beacon fire was attacked a few days ago, so he came to visit, hoping to help." ”

Now, even the disciples of the foreign sect have come to see his jokes

Beacon roared angrily and said, "I told you to get out, get out of here." ”

Mo Yan didn't leave, stepped forward to check the injury of Beacon Fire, and said: "Senior Brother Beacon's injury is not incurable, it has been recorded in the Qiqiao Medical Dictionary that there is an ice machine grass in the Nine Dragon Pool in the East Garden, which can make white bones and flesh, dead wood in spring, even broken limbs, can also be reshaped." ”

(Markor Literature-)