Yuankong is a person who knows the times, and he is not verbose, but he knows very well that bargaining with a person who specializes in looking for you will only get more and more troublesome.

"I have a large number of disciples, and it is impossible to gather them all at once. I can recruit all the Spitfire disciples, and the other disciples can come in batches. What did the seniors think?"

Far Sky said very sincerely. After finishing his heart, he looked at Ling Youyou's face, for fear that she would be displeased. What he didn't expect was that Ling Youyou was very talkative.

"Yes."

Yuankong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and just gave room for it. Spitfire can be sacrificed, anyway, their master is gone, and they are the best victims.

Yuankong immediately called someone to call Feihuo's disciples, in order to make Ling Youyou's mood smooth. Like a gentleman who doesn't care about his past suspicions, he personally got a chair for Ling Youyou, set up a table, and served a pot of tea.

The eleven elders whose lives had been saved looked at each other. So they stayed up all night last night, knowing that this was the case, they just slept well, ate well, and didn't have to do anything anyway.

Looking at the posture of others, they completely treat them as a flock of sheep, and they want to slaughter which one to slaughter. In fact, they are indeed a flock of sheep. Even their boss has given up resisting, what else can they do, just obey the orders.

So the eleven obediently stood aside, their heads drooping to their chests, looking like quails, each wishing that they could shrink the most and be ignored by the might.

Feihuo's disciples were quickly brought over, and as for whether they were gathered or not, it was not within Ling Youyou's scope of consideration. She just needs to find the right match.

The disciples of Flying Fire really hid bad and evil people, and as soon as the results of the ninefold appraisal came out, these people ended their lives with the water droplets that Ling Youyou popped up.

People are killing more and more quickly, leaving no room for fear for the killed. The skirt that witnessed the death of the same door was frightened, trembling for fear that the next one would be herself. But when they find out that they are all right, but are driven away by the executioner, they are almost in doubt. What is this called, who can give them an explanation.

After the disciples of Feihuo finished the inspection, Ling Youyou raised his eyes and lightly ordered, "The next wave." ”

Yuankong's mouth tightened, he thought that Feihuo's disciple could help delay some time, but he didn't expect the other party to deal with it so quickly. This made him suspect that Ling Youyou's killing relied on his eyes.

"Senior, if you don't like ugly-looking people who are born, I can make them all wear masks and not show their faces."

Spare their lives, they don't deserve to die if they look ugly.

Ling You glanced at him leisurely, "You shut up and do what I do, so as not to cause complications." ”

Yuankong opened his mouth, forget it, forget it, it's useless, you can only admit it.

With Yuankong reluctant and having to cooperate, Ling Youyou spent a while cleaning the Ten Thousand Methods Gate.

Looking at the face in the void that was getting clearer and clearer, she knew that the mission was about to end, and only a hundred people needed to be killed to complete the task. He will be able to reshape his true body.

Catch a glance at the setting sun.

"I'm down the mountain, waiting for you to come."

After flying, he rose up and disappeared in an instant.

Next, continue to wait for the rabbit. Suddenly, she didn't want to let him recover immediately, because she knew very well that once he recovered his true form, it would be the beginning of his ultimate fate. She was conflicted, thinking about ending it quickly, and on the other hand, she was heartbroken and didn't want to continue.

Looking at the disappeared person, Yuankong sat down on the chair. The evil god is finally gone.

The eleven elders waited for a moment, they were very cautious, afraid that Ling Youyou would not go far and suddenly come back. Until it's certain that the person is gone. It moved like a zombie resurrected, and surrounded the far sky with a hula.

"Door master, is that all?"

"Yes, the master, she killed hundreds of people."

"This revenge cannot go unpunished."

"That is, the wicked cannot be allowed to go unpunished."

A group of people are talking nonsense.

Yuankong raised his hand and fell fiercely, slapping the table into powder.

"Shut up for me, what did you do just now?"

When people are here, they are grandchildren who are grandchildren one by one, and as soon as they leave, they start to make trouble, and they are all useless guys.

The door owner was threatening, and a group of people hurriedly closed their mouths. The owner had never been so angry. Come to think of it, it's too bad.

Yuankong breathed a sigh of relief, "Send me a message from all sects and factions to participate in the demon slaying conference." ”

No matter how you gather all the top masters and join forces to deal with them, you don't believe that you can't win.

At this time, Ling Youyou, who found the inn at the foot of the mountain, was leaning against the window to watch the bright moon.

She had been in this world for some time, and her state of mind had never been at peace. What is the way forward?

The Nine Folds, which could already be easily condensed into an entity, floated down on the table, made a cup of tea, and sent it to Ling Youyou.

"Look at my face."

Ling Youyou cast his gaze farther away, not looking, looking sad.

Kue sighed softly, "Is it useful to escape?"

It didn't work, but what could she do. can't be ruthless, can't break off love, always be impressed by his charm, in addition to self-deception, how else can she alleviate the pain.

"But you're still in pain."

Yes, there is no such thing as the most painful, only more painful.

"I want you to be happy, not for anything else, but for the fetus in your womb, he can feel your pain, so he is also in pain."

Ling Youyou retracted his gaze and stared at Jiuzhong's eyes in a daze, "How do you know?"

"I've just seen him, and although he's still just an embryo, he has the ancient bloodline of the Divine Dragon Clan, and he's destined to be different. You're not happy, and neither is he. ”

Ling Youyou's eyes widened a little more, "Don't fool people, what do you know about such a bud?"

"You're wrong, from the moment he was formed, he had feelings. Your every move, your mood changes will affect him. If you are too irritable, it will affect him deeply. Feel with your heart that He can communicate with you. ”

Kue's extreme seriousness.

Ling Youyou, who was pregnant with a child in a daze, had a blank understanding of this aspect, and when he heard Jiuzhong, he calmed down and focused his attention, and sure enough, he faintly heard a thin and weak whimper, it was a child crying. When she sank her consciousness into the ball, she couldn't help but feel shocked.

The unformed fetus was wrapped in a layer of faint golden light, and through the light Zheng faintly saw a phantom, a child, fleshy, pink, pink. His facial features have not yet been fully formed, and he vaguely gives people the feeling of looking at objects through a veil.

This is her child, the growing child. He was unhappy, very unhappy, his vague smiling face crumpled, and fluid flowing out of his unclear eye sockets.

Ling Youyou, who had never felt anything about this life, felt so uncomfortable, so much wanted to cry, so much wanted to hold the guy in his arms, comfort him, and not let him continue to grieve.

"Now you know that you and him are now one flesh." Kuju's voice suddenly rang out, "You can't just take care of yourself now. ”，，，

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