What is hidden in this scumbag? If it is not like himself, what unknown treasure is hidden in his body?

Hmph, no matter what, she must die, Ruan Ziling's gaze became colder and sharper when she looked at this Chu Yuanyang.

Since even the people of Thrill Valley couldn't help her, then they could only let others clean her up.

"Senior Brother Feng, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, why don't you leave with Ziling?" Putting away other thoughts, Ruan Ziling looked at Feng Lige with an expectant expression.

Although Jinxi and several fellow sisters knew Feng Lige, after all, they had never seen his true appearance, so they did not associate the beautiful man in front of him with the chubby man in the sect.

Feng Lige not only does not have a good impression of Ruan Ziling now, but is disgusted with her heart, where will he listen to her.

Although Chu Yuanyang didn't want to participate in Ruan Ziling's affair with Feng Lisong, Ruan Ziling had always been fighting for herself everywhere, and the appearance of the Weigu Daoist this time was probably inseparable from her, so if she could block her, she would naturally be very happy.

"Senior Sister Ruan, Senior Brother Feng came with me, and now that I am staying, he will naturally not leave with you. The tone was provocative.

Feng Lige was silent, and agreed with Chu Yuanyang's words in disguise.

What Ruan Ziling cares about most in her life is the song in the wind, and the tone of Chu Yuanyang, who classifies the song of the wind as her, really stepped on Ruan Ziling's sore spot.

"Senior Brother Feng, are you really unwilling to leave with Ziling?" Ruan Ziling's voice was tough like never before.

"Whew...!" Feng Lige laughed sarcastically.

Chu Yuanyang moved his body and deliberately leaned towards Feng Lige: "Senior Sister Ruan, aren't you leaving?"

Ruan Ziling's eyes looked at Chu Yuanyang who was standing next to Feng Lige as if he was about to breathe fire.

Feng Lige has always disliked physical contact with the opposite sex, and at this moment, for Chu Yuanyang's approach, not only did he not have any dodging movements, but he also did not have a trace of disgust and disgust, which showed that he allowed her to get close to him.

After getting this conclusion, Ruan Ziling couldn't wait to eat Chu Yuanyang alive, but in the end, she still resisted the urge to kill.

Slut, I'll see how long you can be proud, let's see.

Finally, he looked at Feng Lige deeply, and slowly left with anger and hatred.

Seeing this, Jinxi glanced at Feng Lige greedily, but still followed Ruan Ziling.

Let's not say that this little slut's cultivation is higher than herself at the moment, even if she is not as tall as herself, isn't there a beauty with unfathomable cultivation beside her, she can clearly hear that the beauty and this little slut are in the same group.

After Ruan Ziling, Jinxi and the others left, Chu Yuanyang stiffened, and hurriedly pulled the wind away from the song and gathered the spirit.

"What are you doing?" Feng Lige struggled with the wrist she had caught.

Chu Yuanyang couldn't care about Feng Lige's anger now, and explained as he ran: "There is danger. ”

Feng Lige was led by her to run fast, listening to what she said very seriously, it didn't look like a fake, and she couldn't help but look at her slightly.

Her face was frosty at the moment, and her eyes were as bright as pearls.

The thin pink lips were tightly closed, and a pair of beautiful eyebrows were wrinkled into a Sichuan character, as if they were afraid of something.

Seeing Chu Yuanyang like this, Feng Li's apricot-like eyes trembled a few times, and then, he held her hand tightly, and turned passive into active and led her all the way forward.

Chu Yuanyang saw that Feng Lige was not struggling, thinking that he also sensed that something was wrong.

"Quack ......!"

It didn't take long to run before a series of weird laughs were heard.

The laughter did not come from one place, but was scattered in all directions, making it difficult to understand the direction of the sound.

Hearing this voice, it was not only Chu Yuanyang whose complexion changed abruptly, but even Feng Lige showed a look of jealousy.

"Quack, quack.... Woman, are you hiding from this seat?"

Chu Yuanyang and Feng Lige stopped at the same time, looking around with their eyes, trying to find out the location of the person who made the sound.

"Don't look for it, just come out of this seat!" The words fell, and a few wisps of black smoke floated down in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the black smoke turned into a handsome man in a black robe.

The man looked to be around thirty years old, with three-dimensional facial features, eyebrows flying horizontally, eyes as if wearing smoky makeup, black and purple eyelids, and thin and moderately thick lip flaps were also as black as poisoning.

Although this person exudes an aura like a demon king, he is by no means a demon king.

Xuan Ye once mentioned that there is more than one demon king, in addition to the demon king Su Qi, there are nine other demon kings who have never met with her.

"Which of the Demon Kings is Your Excellency?" Chu Yuanyang asked after thinking slightly.

"He's a scythe. At the moment when Chu Yuanyang asked, Bi Convenient told her the answer.

Feng Lige's heart is down, the person in front of him is the Demon King? If this is the case, they are afraid that it will be dangerous.

You must know that one of him and Chu Yuanyang is Extreme Yin and the other is Extreme Yang, and the extremes of the two systems are the best tonic of the Demon Clan.

If the demon in front of him is really the demon lord, how can he let them go?

A look of surprise flashed through Feiyao's eyes, I didn't expect the current cultivator to be so smart, and he could guess his identity when he saw two people in a row, which was really interesting.

"Scythe!" is the dying person anyway, so it doesn't hurt to tell them.

"Are you the Demon Lord Flying Scythe?" Feng Lige was a little worried in his heart.

Although he has a "life talisman" left by that person in his hand, it is a pity that if it is against the Demon Lord Flying Scythe, I am afraid there is no chance of victory.

According to legend, the cultivation of the ten demon lords more than 100,000 years ago has reached the peak of Mahayana, and they can fly into gods with one step and one shake.

Later, it was sealed for more than 100,000 years, and its cultivation regressed, but it still cannot be underestimated.

I'm afraid that even if that person came in person, he might not necessarily be the opponent of the Demon King.

The flying sickle hooked his lips and nodded with a smile, and the smile full of malice made the people who watched it mad for a while.

"The current cultivation of the flying sickle is in the distraction period, although it is a level higher than that ugly old thing just now, but it is not my opponent. Bi Fang said confidently.

Chu Yuanyang turned his head and sighed in his heart: "I'm afraid that as soon as you make a move, you will fall asleep again." ”

Bi Fang did not respond loudly, obviously acquiescing.

Although Chu Yuanyang and Feng Lige did not have much turmoil on their faces, it was not difficult to see from their eyes that they were trying to find a way to get out.

Scythe didn't care what they were thinking, he just wanted to suck the two supplements as soon as possible: "You don't have to waste your efforts, you still obediently let this seat have good pity, maybe this seat will make you die happily." ”

If he eats two supplements, his cultivation will definitely be able to return to its heyday, and when the time comes, why should he hide? Even if it appears in front of those cultivators in front of the righteous and bright light, what can they do to themselves?

"I heard that the Demon Lord's specialty is to call the wind and rain, Yuan Yang just wants to see your demeanor before he dies, I don't know if the demon clan can fulfill Yuan Yang's wish?" Chu Yuanyang looked at the flying sickle expectantly, and his entire sparkling eyes were full of worship.