"Go down." Lord Demon Venerable said.

The Shadow Demon nodded, bowed, and slowly merged with the Shadow.

Xuanli and the flower are dyed together?

Demon Venerable was a little confused.

This feels like a rabbit that has been raised for a long time, but it was just a turn of effort, and it was accidentally taken away by another fox.

Need to see him?

The Demon Venerable was in a tangle.

Flower dyeing is a little depressed, this is a little different from what I imagined, how can this be?

Xuanli-sama won't be there all the time, right?

For example, after a happy confession yesterday, what about a kiss that was good? Hua Ran wasted all his strength and didn't kiss the right position, and in the end, he even pushed Xuan Li in a fit of rage, and sat on his stomach with his butt, but he couldn't succeed.

Instead, he made Xuanli "giggle" and laugh, and was pulled on the ass.

What's the difference between this and what it used to be? Stumble!

The festival coincides with the evening.

For example, the demon generals in Xuanli's position were all present, and although they were in the midst of the grounding, the Demon Venerable still invited Xuanli to participate in the festival.

Just like in the human world, the festival begins with a speech by Lord Mozun, and then everyone eats and drinks. Sitting in his seat, he didn't know the taste of food.

Hua Ran followed Xuan Li as a demon servant, and when he saw this scene, he glanced at the demon venerable suspiciously, and then turned to the flower glass.

Glasses: ......

What kind of eyes does Nima have?

Hua Ran took advantage of the Demon Attendant's efforts to pour wine for Lord Demon Venerable, and secretly gave a middle finger to Hua Mirror: I have taken Lord Xuanli down, when will you get your hands on Lord Demon Venerable?

The glasses narrowed their eyes subtly.

At the festival, as long as you are a clear-eyed person, you can see that Lord Demon Venerable is unhappy, don't you see that he is full of low air pressure? It's a vacuum.

Also, when did the attendants around the Demon Venerable change?

The demons will exchange glances tacitly.

Then they all looked at Xuan Li who was sitting in the corner with pity - really, your circle is so complicated.

Hua Ran helped Xuanli pour a glass of wine, then turned his head and grinned gloomily at the demon generals.

The demons will immediately turn around.

Glasses take in all of this.

Shaking the wine glass in his hand, his eyes rolled in the glasses, and when he had an idea, he put the wine glass directly, and took the wine jug and raised it at Lord Mozun: "My lord, I'll do it first as a respect."

After speaking, as soon as his hand tilted, the wine poured directly into his mouth along the spout of the pot.

The sparkling wine cascaded down the gracefully shaped chin and moistened the placket, revealing the delicate collarbone of the glasses.

Many of the demon generals present had straight eyes at that time.

Elder Bai's hand hidden under his long sleeves pinched out green tendons.

A few nervous demon generals didn't notice the undercurrent surging at all, and when they saw this scene, they also began to toast the demon venerable with a wine jug, and there was a great tendency to not get drunk and not return.

At the festival, subordinates toast to their bosses, so they can't put on a face, right? The Demon Venerable held back for a long time, and had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and return the gift.

Xuanli glanced up, turned his face away, and began to eat sullenly.

The glasses smiled triumphantly.

You know, Lord Mozun's alcohol consumption is not very good.

If the Red Flame Demon Venerable fights, it is indeed he who wants to say second, and no one dares to say first; But God always likes to make jokes, so the Red Flame Demon Venerable's alcohol consumption is also notoriously weak.

A cup poured.

That's why there are so many demon generals who secretly toast Lord Mozun, and they are finally able to get back one percent, and they must seize the opportunity!

All the demon generals toasted in front of Lord Demon Venerable as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The festival turned into a drinking contest in the end.

In the end, this farce ended with Lord Demon Venerable getting annoyed and getting drunk, and losing several demon generals who especially liked to come forward in a row.

Demon Generals: Huh, didn't you say that Lord Demon Venerable wouldn't go crazy with alcohol?

Slowly withdrawing his feet from the table, the Demon Venerable let out a noble and cold sneer, and then turned around and left, not showing that he was drunk at all.

A fierce spirit in the flower glasses followed behind the Demon Venerable.

Everyone present watched the two leave, and did not say anything, and then resumed eating and drinking.

Xuanli frowned, looked at the direction the two of them left, and pursed his lips.

"Your Excellency?" The smile on his face, which was pinching the chopsticks and preparing to dye the flowers of Xuanli Cloth, froze. Putting down the chopsticks, Hua Ran lowered his head, and after a while, as if nothing had happened, he raised his head and said to Xuanli, who was still wandering in the world, "My lord, let's go back." ”

Xuan Li came back to his senses and nodded absentmindedly: "Okay." ”

Wine is a good thing.

It can paralyze a person's senses and make people flutter.

The Demon Venerable said that he was deliberately drunk this time. It's not a good thing to be too sober, at least tonight he doesn't think about anything, he doesn't worry about anything, he doesn't even think about Xuanli, and he indulges himself.

Therefore, for the mirror to follow him into his dormitory, the Demon Venerable only glanced at it lightly, and then threw himself on the blanket on the bed, motionless.

"Lord Demon Venerable?"

The mirror tiptoed towards the Demon Venerable.

The Demon Venerable didn't react.

If it were usual, this distance would have been pinched by the Demon Venerable a long time ago.

The flower mirror quietly opened the sachet around her neck, allowing the scent of the dhara flower to evaporate faster. After about a stick of incense, Hua Ran gritted her teeth, took off the soft armor on her body, and climbed into bed wearing only a white undershirt.

It took all the strength to eat milk before he turned the Demon Venerable over, and looked at the mask on the Demon Venerable's face thoughtfully.

I heard that Lord Mozun didn't wear a mask at the earliest, so why does he wear it now?

However, even though most of his face was covered by a mask, Lord Demon Venerable still made him itch so much.

From the perspective of the glasses, Lord Mozun's thin lips are slightly powdered because of the moisturization of the previous drink, which looks particularly delicious. Stretching out a finger, the flower glass dotted on the corner of the Demon Venerable's lips like a demon.

And at the moment when the mirror did this, the demon lord opened his eyes, turned over and pressed the mirror under him, trapping the glass's hands and feet, his eyes were sharp, and his gaze roamed back and forth on the face of the mirror like a sword.

Hua Jing swallowed involuntarily and said, "Lord Demon Venerable? ”

After all, alcohol still paralyzed Mozun's brain, and Mozun actually had a lump of paste in his brain, and now he only knew that he seemed to have pressed a person.

Who is it?

The black hair of the underbody/underbody contrasted sharply with the white blanket, which stung the eyes.

The figure in front of him was in a trance for a while, and when the figure came clearly, the Demon Venerable was a little surprised: "Xuanli? ”

A sense of sadness welled up in Hua Jing's heart.

Reluctantly pulling out a smile and looking at the Demon Venerable above him, the mirror hesitantly put her hand on the mask of the Demon Venerable.

"Don't ......" The moment the hand of the mirror touched, the Demon Venerable shrank back, but only turned his head slightly.

This...... Hua Jing saw that Lord Demon Venerable actually did not refuse.

Lord Demon Venerable seemed to be expecting and scared at the same time.

The doubts in his heart deepened, but Hua Jing threw his mind aside, and firmly took off the mask of the Demon Venerable.

The candlelight in the palace was dim, and the moonlight was pouring on the ground outside.

Slender phoenix eyes, black pupils, straight nose bridge, slightly raised thin lips.

The glasses blushed uncompromisingly.

Seeing that there was no movement from the body/subordinate, the demon venerable's eyes were filled with mist, he lowered his head, buried himself in the neck socket of the underbody/subordinate, rubbed it, and his voice was aggrieved: "Xuanli, I didn't want to lie to you, I'm sorry ......"

The brains of the glasses have crashed.

"You, don't ignore me, I know it's wrong, you can beat or scold if you want, ......" and even cried at the end.

Huajing heard the sound of her heart "bang" and shattered into slag.

Boss, where is your majesty and domineering?

The image of the male god fell apart in an instant.

Looking at Lord Mozun, who was rubbing against him like a little beast, Hua Jing suddenly felt that her decision to lie under Mozun seemed to be a mistake.

Dad, does he look more aggressive than Lord Mozun?

"Bang."

There was a cacophony of noise outside the door, and from the perspective of the glasses, only a white corner of the clothes could be seen flickering through the crack in the door.

White...... Is it a white birch?!

The pupils of the glasses constricted.

Groove !!

Directly kicked the Demon Zun, who was spread on him like a dough cake, out of bed, and the mirror hurriedly put on his clothes and chased after him.

The Demon Venerable, who had been kicked out of bed, curled up in a ball and covered his stomach.

T A T

Xuanli, don't you want me?

When he woke up the next day, Lord Mozun covered his still sore head, and couldn't figure out why he was under the bed.

Also, it's so scary, I had a sad dream last night.

Xuan Li actually kicked him.

Thinking so, Mozun touched his stomach, and it vaguely seemed to hurt a little.

So, what's going on?

What made him feel even more strange was that for the next few days, he didn't see Elder Bai and the glasses.

It's weird.

Alas.

The human world.

Fang Wuxian stood next to the blood pool and asked, "Are you ready?" ”

Yue: "Yes. ”

The blood in the pool of blood flowed slowly, and the entire dark room was filled with the smell of rust.

Fang Wuxian secretly communicated with the seniors in Zhihai: "Seniors, get ready." ”

Senpai: "Well, you put a hand in the pool of blood. ”

Fang Wuxian didn't move.

Senpai: "What are you afraid of?" I won't hurt you. Or are you reluctant to let me out of your body? ”

Excited by the tone of the senior's teasing, Fang Wuxian put a hand into the pool of blood with a dark face.

Not long after Fang Wuxian put his hand into the blood pool, the center of the blood pool suddenly began to boil, and Ah Yue watched all this in disbelief.

Before, Ah Yue had prepared all kinds of elixirs and was ready to help Fang Wuxian convert her bloodline, but for some reason, Fang Wuxian suddenly stopped all this, and instead gave her an ancient book, telling her to prepare it according to the ancient book first.

Although he was puzzled at the time, in order to leave a good impression on Fang Wuxian, Ah Yue still agreed.

Now, the runes carved on the blood pool slowly turned red, and then, like a long snake, peeled off the wall of the pool, rushed into the blood water, and gathered in the center.

Fang Wuxian only felt a pain in the sea, as if something had left his body.

Knowing that the senior had already stepped into the blood pool, Fang Wuxian hurriedly withdrew his hand and took Ah Yue back a few steps.

At the moment when Fang Wuxian withdrew his hand, a howl suddenly came from the blood pool, like a person but not a person, like a ghost but not a ghost.

The blood-colored mist steamed up, swirling over the pool of blood, and then slammed into the pool of blood.

A translucent soul struggled out of the pool of blood for half of its head, and then disappeared beneath the pool of blood.

There was a chilling chewing sound and an unknown clicking sound from the pool of blood.

The whole process lasted about a quarter of an hour.

Fang Wuxian and Ah Yue didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere on the side, and their clothes were wet with cold sweat.

After all the movement calmed down, a jade-carved hand stretched out from the blood-red pool water and rested on the edge of the pool, the red liquid dripping down the white fingertips, and the whole picture looked as beautiful as a poppy.

"The first time we met, Fang has no hatred."

A young man stood in the pool of blood and smiled softly at Fang Wuxian, like a spring breeze: "You can call me Rong Shao." ”

Fang Wuxian's heart alarm bell was wild, but his face was not obvious, and he still respectfully hugged his fists and saluted: "Senior." ”(.)

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