A stream of heat passed from the back of the demon Zixun into the trance-like brain, and the eyes were suddenly clear......

She shook her heavy head, looked up, Li Ming Zheng looked at her with an unkind face, the demon Zixin lowered her head, and saw that her hands were wrapped around Li Ming's waist, she was stunned, just now, did she mistake Li Ming for a dust spirit?

She hurriedly let go of him, took a step back, and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry!"

Li Ming smiled forcefully and said, "Demon Zixun, we have known each other for more than 10,000 years, and it is the first time we have seen you like this!"

Demon Zixun smiled bitterly, "No wonder human beings say that love words are the most bitter, it turns out to be true!"

"Seeing you say this, I don't dare to touch this love word easily......"

The demon Zixun held her forehead, presumably she used her mana to sober her up just now, this drunk lovesickness, only drunk lovesick people, she was drunk like this, has the love poison entered the bones?

Liming's face was gloomy, saying that he had returned to the demon world beforehand, and finally left a message for her, still asking her to pay attention to the silence.

The demon Zixun turned around and returned to the Demon King Palace, and as soon as he stepped into the temple door, he felt that the taste in the hall was wrong.

The dust spirit used to like to burn incense and make incense, Luo Yumeng she brought from the world is very good at making incense, the incense he made and the taste made by the dust spirit are the same, since she brought him to the demon world, the taste in her temple is almost the same as the snow hall of the dust spirit before.

But today, there doesn't seem to be incense burning in this hall, she walked to the incense burner, opened the lid and saw that the incense inside had been extinguished.

"Qianyue, why didn't you burn incense today?"

As soon as the words fell, Qianyue appeared in front of her, lowered her eyebrows and said, "Young Master Luo didn't make incense today!"

Demon Zixun knew that he should not be so obedient, "Did he do anything excessive today?"

"Hui Demon King, no!"

The demon turned around and appeared in front of the palace where Luo Yumeng was, and as soon as she arrived, she saw him sluggish.

Luo Yumeng lost his previous aura, his eyes were blank, and he looked ahead blankly, his body motionless, like a sculpture.

She knew the pain of the person she loved the most dying in front of her, and after the death of the dust spirit, she didn't know if she was the same.

Demon Zixun walked to Luo Yumeng's side and looked at him sitting condescendingly.

He looked at her coming, glanced at her faintly, and said, "Kill me!"

She smiled, "This is the Demon Realm, what qualifications do you have to order me?"

He was speechless.

She turned around, lowered her head and fiddled with the various spices on his table, and said, "Yang Liu'er let me let you go when she died, if you don't spare your life like this, won't you ruin her mind in vain?"

His eyes flashed with strange colors, and he muttered Yang Liu'er's name.

Demon Zixin leaned close to his ear and said, "You may not know, Yang Liu'er asked me for a request before she died, and she said, I don't want you to see her die......" She observed his reaction, his body trembled, she hooked the corners of her mouth, and said word by word, "She was still calling your name at the last moment before she died......"

"Demon Zixun, I'll kill you!" Luo Yumeng stood up suddenly, picked up the long sword beside him and stabbed at her.

She laughs, she can still get angry, and she reacts, she should be fine!

Demon Zixun looked at the three-foot long sword that stabbed her throat, and sighed slightly, she didn't expect Luo Yumeng to be so impulsive after ten years in her demon world.

She leaned sideways and held the cold light blade with her backhand, and with a little force, the long sword broke into two under her hand, and with a flick of her hand, there was a crisp sound, and the broken blade sank straight into the red pillar next to her......

Luo Yumeng was not surprised, clenched the broken sword in his hand, and said, "I know I can't kill you, then ......" The sword in his hand turned around and stabbed at his left chest......

The demon Zixun frowned, and did not stop it, Luo Yumeng was already an immortal, and this broken sword pierced into the chest would never die!

Luo Yumeng was also ruthless, and the broken sword entered his body entirely, leaving only the hilt of the sword outside, and the blood flowing from the wound instantly soaked his clothes, and there were large blood stains on the ground after a while......

He fell in a pool of blood and stared at her coldly, "Demon Zixun, you must not die well!" Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth as he spoke, and his pale face looked particularly terrifying against his blood-red eyes!

"Isn't it good to die?" the demon Zixin pulled her cuffs, these things she has done over the years, if they are put in the human world, after she dies, even if she falls into the Infernal Hell, she may not be able to redeem her sins.

Luo Yumeng closed his eyes and let the blood flow out, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Demon Zixun squatted down and stared at Luo Yumeng, the fragrance and blood smell on his body mixed together made her a little dizzy, "Do you really want to die so much?"

He was silent, his face and lips were pale and transparent, she took out a vermilion fruit, pinched his jaw hard to force him to open his mouth, and she filled it into his mouth.

He frowned, wanting to spit out Zhu Guo, but the demon squeezed his throat tightly and said word by word, "If you die, I promise, you will never see your sweetheart again!"

Luo Yumeng opened her eyes, she stood up and looked at him, and said, "Give you January, you have to make the incense that I have burned for ten thousand years, and finally give me the secret recipe for making incense, I can guarantee that you and Yang Liu'er have a third husband and wife!"

"Just make it ...... taste like this sachet" Before the words were finished, the demon Zixun felt a chill in her heart, she should have touched the sachet in her sleeve, but she touched an empty one......, what about the sachet? Lost?

She thought about it carefully, maybe it was when she was drinking and pulling with Lishen, and the sachet might have fallen on the Luo Binghe.

Ignoring Luo Yumeng, who was lying in a pool of blood, she turned around and flew out, anxious in her heart, this was the only thing that the dust spirit left her, how could she lose it?

The demon came to the ice pavilion, but there was nothing in it except for the ice slag that was crushed by her and Liming, could it be that she guessed wrong?

Could it be that he fell into the human world? Su Xiaoxiao?

She turned around and prepared to leave, this sachet, even if she rummaged through the Six Realms, she would have to find it back, she gritted her teeth, and secretly complained about how she could lose this!

"Are you looking for this?"

"Who?" the demon looked up sharply, and a silver-haired man in a white robe and a mask leaned against the icicles of the pavilion with his hands folded around his chest, holding her sachet in his hand.

"Give it back to me!" she was angry and attacked the silver-haired man without saying a word!

The silver-haired man was stunned for a moment, and shifted his body slightly, dodging her attack.

Demon Zixin was taken aback, although she didn't use all her strength just now, but there should not be many people in the Six Realms who can easily dodge her attack like this, it seems that the person in front of her should be extraordinary!

Demon Zixun looked up at him, his masked eyes were exactly the same as hers, very familiar, she thought she must have seen him somewhere! But in her impression, she had never seen a person with silver hair in a mask......

He fiddled with the sachet in his hand, as if he was quite interested in the sachet, she would never allow others to touch this thing, her heart was murderous, she conjured a long sword in her hand, and the blue light on her body flashed, the silver-haired man looked at her lightly, and said, "You are the demon lord and the demon Zixun?"

She snorted coldly, "Return the sachet to me, and I'll keep your whole corpse!"

The silver-haired man looked at the sachet in his hand disapprovingly, and said, "It turns out that the Demon Monarch is really as brutal as recorded in the Six Realms Legend, and it has wasted the affection of the dust spirit for you!"

She couldn't believe it, she had always thought that Dust Spirit hated her to the bone, if it weren't for her, how could he end up like this?

The demon fox looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, listening to what he said, he should know the dust spirit, but who is he?

The sword in her hand disappeared into the palm of her hand, the silver-haired man glanced at her and threw the sachet back to her, she turned to catch it, stared into his eyes and said, "Who the hell are you?"

The ......man ignored her, holding a palm-sized dagger carved something on the ice table, and she looked closer to see that he was carving the ice lotus flowers that had been crushed by her and Liming.

"You carved these?"

The man ignored her, his silver hair scattered on the ice table, and he was at ease to do what he wanted, and the demon looked at his serious expression, and somehow, the scene of the dust spirit writing suddenly appeared in her mind, although the man in front of her was not half similar to the dust spirit.

"Do you know the Dust Spirit?"

He didn't look at her, and a sentence came out of his thin lips under the mask, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

She was stunned, in her memory, no one had ever dared to talk to her like this, even if he was not from the demon world, but he knew her identity and still talked to her like this, I'm afraid he was the only one.

He replied, and the demon Zixin confirmed what she had guessed in her heart, that he knew the dust spirit, and that perhaps he should know something she didn't know.

She pinched the sachet, felt the two wisps of soul of the dust spirit in her body, looked at the man for a long time, turned around lonely, one day, her dust spirit will definitely come back!

"I heard you're looking for the soul of a dust spirit?" the voice behind her pierced her heart like an ice cube.

The demon turned around, he put down the short knife, pulled down his silver hair, looked at her and said, "Why?"

His light brown pupils stared into her eyes, his eyes seemed to have a kind of power that could sink people like this, and her heart was beating suddenly, and she was a little nervous. For 10,000 years, no one had ever frightened her like this, who was he?

"Who the hell are you?" Youzixin looked away from his face, and the feeling of fear disappeared immediately.

He picked up the carving knife again and played with it lightly in his hand, "You don't have to know who I am!" He looked up at her faintly and said, "Demon Zixun, how about we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" she looked at him cautiously, this person's origin was unknown, and the magic was not under her, and his kind of eyes seemed to be able to see through the depths of people's hearts, which was really terrifying!

The corners of his lips curled up under his mask slowly opened and closed, and he said, "I have the three spirits of the dust spirit here......

Miscellaneous...... His words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, and her heart seemed to be struck by a big drum, and even her pulse vibrated with it!

The Three Spirits of the Dust Spirit?

She has been looking for 5,000 years, but she only found the two souls of the dust spirit, and there are three souls of the dust spirit there?