"You want to back off?!" Pouring foam slapped on the table, ignoring the pain in his palms, he stood up and glared at Tang Seng. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Pour foam, sit down! Master Tang is right, he should indeed stay here, in case something happens during the battle, we have to spare manpower to save him, which will affect our entire battle situation. Yang Jian frowned, a little unhappy at the reaction of the pouring foam.

Tang Seng is one of the top saint monks in Buddhism, and it is really a bit too much to question a high monk like this. If Tang Seng cares about it, this little girl doesn't have to die in the hands of the Demon King, just stay in the eighteenth layer of hell and turn into ashes.

Pour foam pouted and sat down, not saying a word. Skimming his head, he didn't look at Tang Seng. Tang Seng was a little speechless, and recited the Buddha's name and said: "Amitabha Buddha ~ The poor monk has no residence here, so it's better to go back to the castle." After the donor collected all the monkey hairs of the Monkey King, he asked the donor to come to the castle to find me. ”

"Yes, okay. Master Tang Seng waits with peace of mind, and the little god will personally deliver the monkey hair to you. Yang Jian said.

Escorted Tang Seng out and returned to the conference room. Dumping foam was still unhappy, Yang Jian said the rights and wrongs inside, and Dumping's face returned to normal. Pouring foam is afraid of beating his chest, and his heart palpitates.

Tam Mo asked, "Why does the Demon King have to eat the Demon Spirit, that's his own grandson!" ”

"The demons have always had such a tradition, and the first son of each generation must be eaten. We came across this incident by coincidence, otherwise he would have been in the dark demon clan forever, doing such a shady deed. It is said that he ate his first son. The heart is extremely vicious, the methods are extremely vicious, and he has never been good to people, and he has done countless evils. Yang Jian spoke carefully and told the Demon King all the things.

Now that the group of them are sitting in the same boat, telling all the stories to the foam can make her clear about the development and process of the matter. They've been through a lot along the way. Especially Xiaoxian's matter, which made Yang Jian extremely sad.

After a while, the story ended. Pouring foam still looked unfinished, Yang Jian smiled: "There will be you in this story in the future, you can finish this story with us." ”

Pouring foam jumped excitedly, how heartwarming this story is. She had great pleasure in being a part of the story. Immediately after, she thought of a terrifying fact. "Isn't this story of killing the Demon King almost over?"

Yang Jian walked to the door of the conference room, opened the door, and turned back lightly: "That's right." ”

Pulling open the door and leaving by himself, a smile rose on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth. This little girl also has a lot of innocent and cute sides, no wonder Xiaoxian likes her so much. Came to Xiaoxian's bedroom, gently pushed the door open, and walked to Xiaoxian's bedside.

The sound of quiet breathing was amplified several times in the small room. Xiaoxian slept peacefully, and the exhaustion of the night's exhaustion and the demonic heart spell made her sleep very deeply. Yang Jian stretched out his hand and rubbed Xiaoxian's white and tender skin, and the smooth and tender feel made people love it.

The good times flew by. The tired Yang Jian, after a night of discussion and a half-day fight, was also tired by the bedside. When Xiaoxian woke up, he saw Yang Jian, who was sleeping very soundly on the side.

Xiaoxian gently lifted the quilt and tiptoed out of bed. From the cabinet on the side, he took out a blanket and gently covered Yang Jian's body. Xiao Xian originally wanted to urge the mana to make Yang Jian go back to bed and go to sleep, and then he thought about it in a blink of an eye, there was a greater chance of waking him up like that.

He slept soundly, so let him continue to sleep for a while.

Xiaoxian gently opened the door and left, and after going out, he came to the eighteenth floor of the hell gate. The air outside was exceptionally fresh, and it was close to evening at this time, and a touch of dusk was reluctant to leave in the sky.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

At dinner, Xiaoxian woke up Yang Jian, and the two of them came to the restaurant with their companions. Hell's restaurant is as clean as yesterday, bright and fragrant. I found a quiet place to sit down, and in a few moments, there was a crowd of men around here.

The layer masters of the eighteenth layer of hell expressed their admiration for Yang Jian! They had heard of Yang Jian's name a long time ago, and after meeting him, they felt that Yang Jian's momentum was like a rainbow, not to mention that he was even stronger than the boss and bandit.

The respect and yearning for the strong made them gather around and stare at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, who was calm and composed, glanced at everyone and did not speak. Seeing Yang Jian's laissez-faire attitude, everyone knew in their hearts that it must be okay to sit here by themselves. A group of people hurriedly gathered tables and stools around Yang Jian's identity. almost surrounded Yang Jian in a circle.

"Ahem...... What kind of system? Yang Jian coughed lightly twice, and his face was slightly gloomy.

They are so discerning. I was having dinner with my beloved, and I had nothing to do. Yang Jian didn't like it, so he began to drive people away: "Eat honestly and see what I do?!" ”

The bandit coughed lightly twice and called back his brother. Holding his own chopsticks, he came to Xiaoxian's table. When he sat down, he saw that Yang Jian's face was getting darker and darker. Pouring foam covered her mouth and snickered, leaned on Xiaoxian's ear and said, "Look at Yang Jian's face, haha......"

"Don't make trouble...... Xiao Xian stopped her from continuing, and saw that Yang Jian's face was faintly angry, obviously really angry. This is different from the usual play, if you don't want to lose your life, don't mess with Yang Jian obediently.

Pouring foam and eating obediently, Xiaoxian saw the eighteen layer masters looking towards this side in the afterglow, and they were a little embarrassed to eat. I didn't eat much, so I put down my chopsticks. Yang Jian also ate two bites casually, got up and said, "Why don't we go and make a barbecue?" I suddenly wanted to eat it. ”

"Huh?" Xiaoxian grew her mouth in surprise, this is the time to eat, why did she suddenly say that she wanted to eat barbecue? Seeing that Yang Jian still had more than half a bowl of rice in his bowl, it seemed that he had no appetite.

"Okay, let's go." Xiaoxian agreed, got up and prepared to leave.

Pouring foam ate most of the bowl of rice, and suddenly heard that they were going to make a barbecue, and he became appetizing. I dropped the chopsticks and followed. Her little pink face was full of excitement. But she knows Xiaoxian's craftsmanship, which is definitely a few levels higher than the cook?!

Walking outside the gates of hell, the dark ghost town is covered with a veil. A few stars were scattered on the dark night sky, and the ghost town without seeing the moonlight looked even more bleak and gloomy. Take out a night pearl and turn it with your footsteps, illuminating your own footsteps.

"Wow~It's so fragrant~" exclaimed.

Xiaoxian's cooking skills are indeed unexpected and reasonable. Pouring foam followed them outside, only to see Xiaoxian take out a lot of things from the dream one after another, and after a while, he began to roast meat and vegetables, and after a while, the aroma of barbecue wafted out.

(To be continued.) )