Since her reincarnation, Yuan Fengqing has been living cautiously and cautiously, after all, the pain and hatred brought to her in her previous life were too profound, so that she has never forgotten what happened back then for more than 20 years, and she also wants to make herself strong as soon as possible, and then return to the fairy realm to find out the truth of the facts of the year, and seek justice for her parents and relatives. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

is as casual as today, where to float, Yuan Fengqing is the first time in her life, and she feels unspeakably comfortable and unspeakably comfortable.

Although the surrounding scenery was a little worse, and the unpleasant miasma in the white mist also made her throat a little blocked, the ease in her heart was indescribable.

The night does not reflect the unique tranquility in the monster forest at all, and the sound of frogs singing from the low-lying areas from time to time and the frightened birds and beasts in the grass fleeing is like a natural music, with the unique taste of the monster forest, making Yuan Fengqing's mood more and more calm, feeling like a pool of mirror-like lake, the breeze blows from time to time, but there is no ripple.

A satisfied smile couldn't help but appear on her face, because she knew very well in her heart why she could be so calm, even in the most dangerous place in the Lingchuan Continent, she could be so arbitrary and casual. The root of all this comes from the blood painting, since falling in love with him, she no longer seems to be worried or afraid, as if as long as there is a place for him, there is no danger and evil in heaven and earth, and she no longer has to be in a state of collapse all the time.

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the depths of the woods, like the chirping of birds, or the call of some strange beast, which made her heart tighten.

Drifting towards the source of the sound in surprise, through the thick white mist, bypassing the cascading trees, and avoiding two small swamps, Yuan Fengqing's vision finally appeared in a scene that she could not imagine.

I saw that in the open space in front of me, the sky was full of whirling and flying white skeletons, there were hundreds of them, densely shrouded in the air, as if a thick white wall was about to be pressed down at any time. From them, a steady stream of green corpse qi was being released, all of which converged towards the person sitting upright below, the yin wind around them was blowing extremely fiercely, the white mist had already been blown away, and the vision was very clear.

And the person who was absorbing the corpse qi of thousands of white skeletons on the top of his head, although his back was facing her, he was still a young man in green clothes, surrounded by green corpse qi, his messy black hair was blown all over the sky by the yin wind, and from time to time his throat let out a voice like a beast's whisper, and like the roar of a wicked person, it sounded like a Shura returning from hell, adding a sense of evil to this eerie and treacherous demon beast forest.

As if sensing the fluctuation of the breath coming from behind him, the young man in Tsing Yi slowly turned his head, his eyes fixed on her body for a long time, and only then did a puzzled expression appear on his pale face, he stretched his arms slightly, and the white skeletons in the sky were all put away by him, the yin wind gradually stopped, and the green qi around him gradually dissipated.

Raising her eyebrows slightly, the young man in Tsing Yi looked at her and asked in a loud voice, "Didn't you say that we would meet again in three days?" ”

Yuan Fengqing was stunned for a moment before reacting, and said with a wry smile, "I just came here by accident, and I didn't come here specifically to go to your three-day appointment." ”

He narrowed his eyes, "So you don't have acupuncture with you now, do you?" ”

"I really didn't bring it."

The young man in Tsing Yi didn't say much, and when he turned around and was about to leave, he heard the woman behind him ask him, "Are you the demon lord respected by the demon cultivators here?" ”

His figure stiffened slightly, and he raised his eyebrows for a while before asking, "So what?" Isn't it? ”

Seeing that there was a sense of vigilance in his eyes, Yuan Fengqing sighed, "Since I am a healer, I naturally will not distinguish between good and evil in patients, as long as there is a disease, I will cure it, but I have thought for a long time, if you want to cure your evil disease, unless you disperse your full body cultivation and start from scratch, there is no other way." If you're just an ordinary demon cultivator, you might consider my suggestion, and if you're the demon lord here, I don't need to say more. ”

As if stunned by her words again, the young man in Tsing Yi looked at her for a long time, feeling that he was not lying, so he sank his face and said, "Yes, I am the evening breeze that the demon cultivators here regard as the demon lord, if you think that this monarch has to disperse his whole body to cultivate in order to eradicate the evil disease, then there is no need for you to give me any needles." After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving no room for anything, but Yuan Fengqing stayed for a moment before he reacted, and chased after him and said, "Whether you disperse or not to be full of cultivation, I can still give you needles first to help you ......." ”

The Demon Lord Night Wind suddenly stopped, and the gaze that looked at her was cold and vicious, murderous, making her steps stiffen slightly.

"If you follow me again, don't blame Benjun for being ruthless." With that, she stretched out her arms, and her figure turned into a black mist, which disappeared in front of her eyes.

Looking at the empty woods in a daze, Yuan Fengqing couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, although he was a little surprised that this young man in Tsing Yi was really a demon lord, a murderous and ruthless demon cultivator. But for some reason, she always felt that there was an inexplicable sadness in this young man's body, coupled with the surging magic power in his body, even the demon lord's meridians that were not under the distraction period could not be repaired in several places, and it was almost conceivable how much pain he had endured over the years?

But even if the doctor is benevolent, she can't force others, so she can only sigh, and when she turned to leave, she heard the sound of blood painting coming into her eardrums, "You also saw this person last night?" ”

Yuan Fengqing was stunned for a moment, turned around to look, and the blood painting stood behind a tree not far from her for some time, but his eyes did not look at her, but kept looking at the place where the demon lord evening breeze disappeared, and asked thoughtfully.

"Last night, I was dragged to a place by a force, and I happened to meet him using the power of the moon to heal himself, so I took his pulse, and promised to bring silver needles to reorganize his meridians and relieve his pain in three days. But I didn't expect him to be the demon lord, it's a pity. Yuan Fengqing didn't plan to hide the blood painting, and he planned to tell him before, but he said that he wouldn't suspect her, and he didn't need her to tell everything, so she hid it.

What's more, she really didn't know that the young man in Tsing Yi Wan Feng was the demon lord here, and the name "Wan Feng" made her feel a little sad, not like the name of a great traitor, plus he didn't look like other demon cultivators who were fierce and vicious, which made people daunting. Such a delicate young man is the head of all demons, but he is infected with a vicious disease, and he is afraid that his life will not be long, but she can't tell what it feels like in her heart. There is sympathy, and there is pity.