In fact, this matter is far from being solved in a few words.

If things get bigger and bigger and no one stops them, in the end, maybe no one cares about the truth.

They just watched the hilarious bystanders, they didn't know the truth of the matter, they just imagined their own storyline from that few words.

And now, they just want an ending, as long as one person comes out and carries all this, and then receives the punishment he deserves, that's it.

Look at the group of demon cultivators again, aren't they just the right scapegoats?

The request for the victimized sect to find out the truth and produce evidence has obviously been ignored.

Things are going in the right direction.

The cultivation realm is currently in an uproar, and a large group of monks are indignantly demanding a result.

On the side of Demon Monarch Mountain, it is still as if nothing has happened, except that from time to time some people will come to find trouble.

For these inexplicable people who are full of insults at first, Wen Su has never left his hand.

I wasn't in the mood to look at these people either.

"Master." Wen Qi kicked a figure away.

He reached out and covered his mouth and yawned.

These people bump into each other every day, and he gets bored.

The person who was kicked by Wen Qi spat out a mouthful of blood, and felt that all the internal organs were displaced.

Wen Su stood aside, lowered his head with his hands, and swept over him with a faint expression without half emotion.

He gritted his teeth, very unwilling.

"It's just a dirty demon cultivator, pretending to be something."

As he spoke, he snorted.

Wen Su didn't feel anything.

Wen Qian tilted his head, his face expressionless, he approached the man on the ground, crouched in front of him, and looked at the man innocently with a wink.

The man crashed into a pair of clear and beautiful crimson pupils, and his expression was slightly dazed.

Wen Qi grinned.

"Ahh

The man let out a scream, his body bounced, and he fell to the ground again.

Wen Qi moved away from him the moment the dust splashed.

patted the wrinkles on his clothes, and walked farther away in disgust.

"Master, he's so dirty." Wen Qian looked up at Wen Su and smiled.

Wen Su glanced at something on the ground.

"It's dirty."

"Ahh

It was dark in front of him, and he lay on the ground, frantically searching for what he had lost.

Wen Qian waved his hand boredly and knocked the person off the cliff.

"Master, it's so boring, why don't you go out with me~" Wen Qi hugged Wen Su's waist and was coquettish.

Wen Su's hand rested on the top of his head and unconsciously touched it.

His expression was as calm as ever.

"What's there to do out there?"

"But it's boring to stay in the mountains all day."

It turned out that there were many subordinates captured by the blood soul in the palace of the Demon Monarch Mountain, but they were all sucked by him and made into puppets, and Wen Su was not interested, so they were all destroyed.

Now there are only two of them on this mountain, except for the demonic beasts on the top of the mountain.

Wen Qian thought for a while, "The master will buy me clothes!" ”

"Are you a girl? You also want me to buy you clothes. Wen Su pulled the person away.

Wen Qian turned around and continued to rely on Wen Su's side, grabbing the corner of her clothes.

"But as I grew up, my clothes didn't fit." Wen Qi rubbed aggrievedly.

"Host, host, host, master, master, master, master, ......"

Wen Su's face was expressionless.

Wen Qian rolled his eyes and elongated his tone, "Master~"

“......”

"Shut up."

"Oh." Wen Qi stopped and raised his head, "The master agreed?" ”

Wen Su bowed his head, "No." ”

“......”

Wen Qi quietly puffed out his cheeks.

The delicate child's white and tender cheeks are puffed out, and it looks cute and soft-hearted.

Wen Su looked at it for a long time, then reached out and poked his cheeks.

Soft and smooth touch.

"Master?" Wen Qian tilted his head to look at her.

Wen Su withdrew his hand, his expression unchanged, "Let's go." ”

"Great! Host master, let's go! ”

Wen Qi grabbed Wen Su's hand and walked down the mountain.

There is a small city at the foot of the Demon Lord Mountain, which is full of demon cultivators, and since Wen Su has not done anything in the past year, he has not tossed them, and there are more and more people in the small town.

The city of demon cultivators is more lively than that of monks, not only are there people on the streets setting up stalls selling all kinds of things, but sometimes, people passing by are not pleasing to the eye, and they will fight on the street, and then attract a group of demon cultivators to watch.

Because of this, the streets of the demon cultivator's city are much wider than those of other cities.

Wen Su was led by Wen Qi, strolling through the streets, her eyes were moving around, whether it was a monk or a demon cultivator, except for the fact that they had more skills than ordinary people, there was no difference between their cities.

There are elderly people and children wandering around, vendors trying to drink, and shops selling all kinds of things.

Human beings, or any kind of life in the world, seem to exist and live in much the same way.

It's like all kinds of feelings, no matter how different the experience is, but they can be summed up in some of the same words.

All different, all the same.

......