The people who came came were dressed in black hair, their clothes and hair were flowing and elegant, not tied or tied, slightly fluttering, hanging in mid-air, like a god descending into the world. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The appearance is peerless, so beautiful that it is not like everything in the world, this kind of appearance, this kind of demeanor, I am afraid that everyone has only seen it in their lives.

Su Qianruo even heard the sound of gasping among the women. It's strange that everyone is a demon and confuses the public, but people only like beautiful things.

The more beautiful something is, the more maddening it is.

Yun Fusheng's appearance has properly captured the hearts of a group of girls. At this moment, the glory and mission of any family were thrown out of the clouds. In their eyes and hearts, they were completely occupied by this peerless Cloud Sect Master.

As soon as he landed, Ying Long's dragon realm was quietly broken, and he gently hooked his lips towards Ying Long.

A fire broke out in Ying Long's heart, but he was clear at this time, remembering that his task was to escort Su Qianruo, and he had to wait for the fight later.

Yun Fusheng, I remember you.

Ying Long has not won the avenue is still a demon, between demons and demons, just like the beast lords between a mountain and a mountain, once encountered, they will inevitably provoke each other and fight for life and death.

At this time, Ying Long also fully understood how Su Qianruo's strong hostility towards the Yunfu Sect came from. Demons! If it weren't for the fact that he was a purebred ink dragon that was infinitely close to the Ancestral Dragon, he wouldn't have noticed a trace of demonic aura on this person.

Directly pushing Yun Worry away from the front of the carriage, Ying Long blocked the vacancy in front of the carriage with his body, Su Qianruo looked at Ming Shaoyao silently, and then shook his head to stop her from drawing her sword.

Yun Fusheng dared to come, so he was naturally sure to catch them.

All the superficial work done now is just a cover-up. But even if it is a cover-up, there is still the benefit of turning your face a moment later.

She's waiting.

Wait for the Immortal Sect to come or summon people.

With her mouth alone, no one would believe that the Demon Hunter Sect they respected was actually the real Demon Clan!

But if Taichu could come, or if the Immortal Gate could come to someone who could calm the scene to expose the matter, then the situation might be much better.

It's just that this was originally an alternative plan, and her original intention was to be able to get out of the realm smoothly, because she didn't want to involve Mo Lian. After all, with Mo Lian present, Yun Fusheng could bite back at any time.

Compared with his perfect appearance, Mo Lian's current appearance is more like a demon.

If the truth is revealed, it will be at the cost of abandoning Mo Lian, and Su Qianruo can't do it. She's just a little woman, and all she asks is to protect the people she wants to protect.

Doing the way for heaven and slaying demons is not the responsibility and consciousness that she can afford at this stage.

She's not that great either.

She didn't want the greatness she gave up her friends for. Therefore, even if there is a glimmer of hope to go out of bounds, she will do her best to maneuver.

Therefore, before Yun Fusheng turns her face, she will not take the initiative to tear this layer of skin, she will also restrain the people around her and not take the initiative to provoke disputes.

Yun Fusheng walked slowly without squinting, and the anger that Yun Sorrow had accumulated in her heart because she was forcibly pushed away from the carriage by Ying Long disappeared in an instant, and she raised her delicate face and looked at Yun Fusheng stupidly.

The voice was like a silver plate ball, crisp and coquettish, "The Cloud Turning Realm Yun Family Yun is worried that I have seen the sect master!" Sorrow is polite! ”

Yun Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then turned his gaze to Yun Worry, and nodded slowly after a hurried glance.

Yun Sorrow's body trembled with joy, and his heart seemed to have jumped to his throat, completely out of rhythm.

Yun Fusheng came to the front of the carriage with a warm smile on his face, but seeing Su Qianruo, who was accustomed to Yuwen's accurate smile that he couldn't smile at all day, he could see at a glance the jerkiness of this smile on his face.

He should have not been able to take it for a long time, so he couldn't control Yun Fusheng's facial muscles well to make some subtle expressions. For example, the corners of the mouth. When a normal person laughs, the corners of his lips are hooked upward, but he smiles beautifully, but the corners of his lips do not change.

"Daji, please!"

His movements are like flowing water, his posture is noble and respectful, and the whole person is as beautiful as an indescribable picture, but the more this is the case, the deeper the jealousy in Su Qianruo's heart becomes.

Mo Lian was furious, and her hands in her sleeves kept pinching Su Qianruo's hand that was holding her tightly, the more she struggled, the more Su Qianruo had to use more force to press her.

Because of the light enemy was taken advantage of by the demons, and now it still involves many scruples of his companions, for a strong person like Mo Lian, it is a pillar of shame! Now, the leader of the demon clan is blatantly watching Su Qianruo, but she is powerless to stop it, which makes her even more burned inside, almost crazy.

The white hair inside the gauze hat suddenly grew wildly, like steel needles, piercing the thin layer of veil and sticking out the snow-like tips of the hair.

Ming Shaoyao's heart was shocked, and she looked at Su Qianruo in disbelief, and after a little hesitation, she raised her hand, and several ice blue rays of light shot out of her fingers, heading straight for Mo Lian.

Yun Fusheng, who was standing down, suddenly pulled a playful sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Mo Lian glared at Ming Shaoyao, her body kept twisting, Su Qianruo ignored it, and she didn't make any big moves, just pressed Mo Lian's hands tightly.

"Get out of the way! Dodge! Mo Lian couldn't stop roaring.

Yun Fusheng expected to turn against each other, but the cannibalistic drama did not happen. Mo Lian's body collapsed softly on Su Qianruo's side, and Ming Shaoyao was fully guarded, staring at Yun Fusheng like a great enemy.

At the same time, Xiao Lingyi squeezed away Yun You, avoided Yun Fusheng, lifted the curtain and climbed into the carriage. As soon as she lowered the curtain, her whole body trembled.

At the moment when Yun Fusheng appeared, she couldn't control her consciousness and spiritual power, and almost did something she didn't want to do.

If it weren't for Su Qianruo's foresight, she secretly stuffed Xiaobei into her hands, but I am afraid that at this time, she would have accepted Yun Fusheng's invitation and put Su Qianruo and others in an embarrassing dilemma.

The thin curtain separates the outside and the inside, like two different worlds.

Staying by Yun Fusheng's side made Xiao Lingyi creepy. Staying by Su Qianruo's side, she could feel comforted.

"He, is he a human or a ghost? Why, why is it so scary?! ”

As soon as he turned his head, Xiao Lingyi saw Mo Lian with white hair and pink eyes, and couldn't help but be shocked again.

"This..."

Su Qianruo couldn't hide it when he saw it, so he had to tell the truth.

"It is not poison that enters the ink lotus in the pavilion, but a method of the demon race, this method is extremely vicious, and it can make the person who is recruited turn white in a short time, and incarnate into the skin of the demon race that is most similar to the impression of the human race! And the real devil... He is the witcher of the city of Sanssouciac. If my guess is correct, the Floating Cloud Sect is the base camp of the Demon Clan, which has been eroded since three years ago! ”

"Then he won't let us out of the city, and insists on inviting us... Did he see through the voice of the Immortal Monarch? (To be continued.) )