Yuen Long is long and jade, as usual, he is upright, even if he falls into the devil's cave, he is still unflustered, and he is dressed in white and has a graceful demeanor.

He had no restraints on his body and held his sword. Feng Yizhi said "please" him to come over at the time, and it didn't seem to hurt him.

Feng Yizhi sat on the throne, condescending, and asked slowly: "Let's talk about it, do you have a part in the death of your master, sister and brother?"

Cen Duxiao sat beside him, and now the Demon King's Palace knew that the Holy Maiden's cheating hit the Demon Venerable, and the Demon Venerable turned his head to find a human woman who was ten times uglier than the Holy Maiden, and wanted to marry her.

It was simply a shocking melon, and the demons were shocked.

She didn't care about these rumors, but she didn't want to sit beside him with a swagger, she was dragged by him today.

She snorted coldly in her heart, he "invited" Yuen Long to find out the truth about the death of Yi Han's family? Isn't it all because of him? Even if it is related to Yuen Long, isn't the direct murderer still him?

Yuen Long looked around, his eyes fixed on Cen Duxiao, he didn't see anything unusual, he looked at Feng Yizhi again, and asked, "What about my little junior sister?

Cen Duxiao looked away at Yuen Long, but she didn't expect the senior brother, who had always been calm and self-controlled, to mention that her tone was a little anxious.

She thought that after the death of her father, Master, and Shugui, no one would miss her and go home, and she was a little touched that someone cared about her safety.

"Where is Cen Duxiao, you ask me, why do I know?" Feng Yizhi frowned, pretending to be casual.

Cen Duxiao breathed a sigh of relief silently, she didn't want to find out her identity in front of Yuen Long for the time being, now Mo Ran didn't know where she was, she still had a lot of things to do, and she couldn't give up.

"She ......," Yuen Long paused just as he was about to say the note she had sent to Master Zhuang.

She asked them to guard against the demon army in advance, indicating that she must be in Jiuli, and she was very close to Fengyizhi, and knew some of their secrets, but when they transmitted the transmission note back, they couldn't break through Jiuli's maze.

There were only two possibilities, either she had gained his trust by pretending to be by the side of the Wind Spirit, or she had already met with an accident.

Yuen Long hid a trace of eagerness in his expression, and hurriedly said: "Please let her go, I will bear all the blame." ”

Feng Yizhi raised his eyebrows and looked directly at him, his expression was quite playful, as if he was teasing a prey that he was slaughtering, and said unhurriedly: "What kind of guilt can the head of Jiang Da have?"

Yuen Long was slightly stunned, and then relieved, his identity as an orphan in Tianmen was not a secret to Feng Yizhi.

Twenty years of incognito, too long without his real surname, he is a little unaccustomed, but he does not show the slightest bit of discomfort.

The senior brother that Cen Duxiao knew had been so pampered since he was a child, which was different from the usual light and light wind of Fengzhi.

Yuen Long, whether in front of or behind people, always looks like a teenager and an old man, as if his mental age is in his forties, and he hides his mind deeply, even if the sky falls, he may not see his superfluous expression.

He takes everything very seriously and methodically, but never does anything that doesn't make sense. Especially when it comes to the master, he is like a brick, as long as there is a need for him, he will move it himself.

He is very utilitarian, and he is focused on dealing with people but will never be too immersed in a certain person or a certain thing. So she has been worried that Mu Tong will get hurt if he is with him.

And the calm of the wind is always a little lazy and banter, born with a sunny smile, talking to people sometimes like frost, sometimes pleasant, seemingly casual but actually honey-bellied, although the eyes are often smiling but unfathomable, people can't read and can't see through.

Coupled with the fact that he was alone during this time, she felt that he was "as quiet as a virgin and as moving as a rabbit".

He is the opposite of Yuen Long, he acts in a disorderly manner, as if there is no law to follow, and he wants to play one out at a time, such as this time he sent someone to Huashan to "invite" Yuen Long, so that she could not figure out what he wanted to do.

He doesn't seem to care about anything, but he can easily get the results he wants.

Once a person who doesn't seem to be serious about anything gets serious, there's nothing they can't do.

Therefore, he said that he loved Ah Yan, and she didn't believe it, she preferred to believe that it was he who stuck with her all day long in revenge for Mo Yan's betrayal.

A relationship that has been paid for with life, how can it be said that it can be let go?

She thought about it, her thoughts drifted far away, and she came back to her senses when she heard Yuen Long's voice.

Yuen Long pondered for a moment, as if he was ready to bear everything, raised his eyes to look at Feng Yizhi, and said calmly: "Master saw the gods in his early years, and the gods asked him to take good care of the little junior sister, so the master has paid special attention to the little junior sister for many years, and he has tried his best to protect the little junior sister despite everyone's opposition, and the master is bent on becoming an immortal, maybe he will be able to ascend as he wishes if he dies for the little junior sister, I use this to persuade the master to go to the Qingchen Sect to save the little junior sister, if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have gone to the Qingchen Sect at all, and he wouldn't have died." ”

Cen Duxiao pinched her fingers, suppressing her grief and indignation, and Yuen Long's words flowed into her ears, guiding her thoughts to spread.

Yes, on the day when the Immortal Sect encircled and suppressed the Qingchen Sect, the master came strangely, and he was never a person who was willing to participate in the whirlpool of right and wrong, unless someone added fuel to the fire.

It's Yuen Long, he wants to sit in the head of the house, the master is dead, and the biggest beneficiary is him!

However, how could he have expected that Master would die as soon as he went to the Light Dust Sect? Why was he so sure?

Cen Duxiao peeked at Feng Yi, he didn't seem surprised, his reaction was very flat, he already knew the small movements behind Yuen Long's back?

Why did he pay attention to Huashan's conspiracy to compete for the position of leader, did he want to clear his name?

The demon god is now infamous, he has never cared about fame, even if Yuen Long is the driving force behind it, but no one forced him to kill people out of control, and the master really died under his power!

Feng Yizhi seemed to guess what she was thinking, and suddenly said, "Why do you conclude that Yi Han will never return, is there someone who instructed you, or have you reached a cooperation with someone?"

Yuen Long squinted slightly, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, as if he had been reminded of the point, but he was a little dazed and at a loss, and then he clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "No, I can't be sure that Master will die in your hands, I heard that you like little junior sister, and Master can't get used to your style of acting, and I don't want little junior sister to have anything to do with you, I'm betting, betting that you will have a conflict with Master, betting that you will lose control and kill him." ”

Feng Yizhi's face was cold, his eyes were like ice, and he was so angry that the black aura around his body overflowed.

"I won the bet, didn't I?" Yuen Long was calm, not afraid of the lethality of the power of the demon god, "You see, you really can't control yourself. ”