The spreading and expanding ghost creature opened its mouth wide to the base of its ears, revealing a mouth full of fangs, and turned its head to bite the white-haired young man fiercely.

"Come back!" Li Hong stretched out his hand and wrote a rune in the air, and the black and purple demonic energy in the dark night was wrapped around his fingertips, and it was hazy like a burst of mist.

Suddenly, the silhouette of the ghost crumbled and shrank, and re-condensed into a small mirage.

The white-haired young man on the opposite side had a bright-eyed eye and exclaimed, "Compared with the big Chinese New Year's Eve, your ability has grown again, isn't that night...... Are you hiding your strength? ”

"Chinese New Year's Eve?" Li Hong said suspiciously, suddenly reacted, and retracted the mirage, "After all, she was there that night." ”

"So tonight, will we be able to officially fight each other?" The white-haired young man's eyes lit up with war, and he was eager to try.

Li Hong glanced at Ding Ruoyu and refused: "No." ”

The white-haired young man put away the war in his eyes, came to the embankment and sat idly on a stone and said, "It's been five hundred years since the war...... Have you ever collected the body of the pontoon? ”

"The soul is scattered and turned into powder, how to collect the corpse?" Li Hong sighed, and when he saw Ding Ruoyu looking up at him suspiciously, he rubbed her head and squeezed out a bleak smile.

"Such a noble and arrogant person can't think of the last ......" The white-haired young man also sighed, grabbed a stone, and threw it into the middle of the river in anger.

"I know you have a very good relationship, and you enshrine his spiritual seat in the temple of the gods of the Witchcraft." Li Hong looked at the sparkling river channel in the moonlight, "Before going to war with the Holy Envoy, you can stop by to see him." ”

"Good ......" The back of the white-haired young man looked very lonely.

"Marlowe, how did you find it?" Lihong walked towards him, standing on the bank of the river, the night breeze gently blowing the corners of his clothes.

"It's all the breath of death here, and I thought something was wrong." The white-haired young man replied, suddenly got up in a rage, grabbed him by the collar, gritted his teeth and said, "Lao Tzu's name is Miro!" ”

"It's pretty much the same." Li Hong broke his fingers one by one, and straightened his neckline nonchalantly.

On the other side of the riverbank, a white light streaked by, like a meteor falling.

The two of them stopped at the same time, turned their eyes to that side, and a large cloud of grass clippings and dust shook from the starfall, and even the wind that had not stopped was suddenly stopped by this incident.

Ding Ruoyu stared at Lihong and ran towards Lihong, but he stretched out his hand to stop behind him, shaking his head and signaling her not to make a sound.

The smoke and dust were suspended in mid-air, and the world on the other side seemed to be still, pausing for a few breaths before returning to normal, rising and falling, but the three of them noticed it at the same time.

Li Hong slowly leaned over, picked up a dead branch on the grass, attached a layer of eerie demonic aura to it, and threw it towards the opposite bank.

"Run!" He picked up Ding Ruoyu by the waist, shouted at Miro, and hurried back.

"What are you running, you don't even see who is on the other side, so you do it indiscriminately?" Millo tugged at the corners of his wide sleeves and wouldn't let him go.

A rustling sound sounded on the other side of the river, followed by a nightingale's melodious laughter from far and near.

"As soon as we meet, I will do it, what a big temper."

After Lihong put down Ding Ruoyu, he turned around and looked back, a woman wearing a light veil, stepping on the water waves, with a smile and a smile like a fairy descending into the world, shining so brightly that people couldn't take their eyes off.

"It's you." Miro stepped forward and helped her and pulled her ashore.

The fairy-like woman looked at Ding Ruoyu, suddenly pressed her abdomen, and smiled meaningfully.

Ding Ruoyu looked at her blankly, and for a while he didn't understand the meaning of her move to herself. This strange woman looked beautiful and gentle, but a feeling of disgust rose in her heart, as if she had encountered some flood beast, and she couldn't help but hide behind Li Hong, only half of her head was exposed.

"Chen Qingyi, why are you here? Didn't you say you wanted to go back to Dongye last time? The rough Miro naturally couldn't detect these small movements and emotions, and he made a hurried inquiry to this great beauty who fell from the sky.

"I met the scouts of the Tianyun Pavilion halfway, so I had to solve it first, hide in Jiang Guo, make a detour and come back one day." There was deep exhaustion in Chen Qingyi's beautiful eyes.

"So fast?" Miro exclaimed.

Lihong's eyes circled around the two of them, feeling that there was nothing wrong with him, and he took Ding Ruoyu and prepared to go home.

"Little Demon King, don't be in a hurry to leave!" Chen Qingyi saw through his intentions and called softly, "The next tactics still need to understand how much combat power your demon clan still has. ”

"There are less than a hundred demons left." Lihong stopped, but didn't give her a straight face.

Chen Qingyi was silent, looking unkind.

"What the shrimp soldiers and crabs will be, the main thing is to know how many they can really fight." Miro cheered up those present.

Li Hong turned his face to him and said, "If Sui Han is also on our side, the people of Tianyun Pavilion will not be afraid. ”

"It's easy to say." Mi Luo and Chen Qingyi said coldly in unison.

Then, Chen Qingyi's gaze moved to Ding Ruoyu, and her soft eyes instantly became sharp, and she said slowly: "This girl has been standing here, does she know too much?" ”

Ding Ruoyu was so weak that her legs were weak and cold sweat broke out, and just when she was about to lose her position, Lihong held her shoulder and said coldly to Chen Qingyi: "She is my fiancée." ”

As if she had heard some nonsense, the fairy-like beauty leaned forward and laughed wildly with her flower branches.

"Little girl," she took two steps closer to Ding Ruoyu and glanced at Lihong shyly, "Do you know that eight or nine years ago, I had some affairs between men and women with your fiancé?" ”

Ding Ruoyu looked at her stupidly, and then looked at Lihong, but saw that he was also full of curiosity and puzzlement, and thought about it slightly, eight or nine years ago, it happened that he came to Dongye to save himself.

"What's going on?" The first person to ask was Lihong himself.

"That kind of thing, how can people be embarrassed to say it?" Chen Qingyijiao asked with a smile.

Lihong turned to Miro for help, but the latter shook his head, indicating that he didn't know anything.

He had to close his eyes and use the demon spell to search in his mind for the memories of the floating boat eight or nine years ago.

At that time, he had just gone to Dongye, and he was invited to his palace by a woman of the Heavenly Clan. He remembered that this woman was a concubine in the deep palace, and somehow secretly found him.

I thought that she would have something important to discuss about the Heavenly Fortune Pavilion, but she was stunned in the palace by all kinds of traps set by this person, and she woke up on her couch the next day.

But Lihong knew that nothing had happened between them.

Ukishu is not a fool, and after discovering that he had won the scheme, he did not hesitate to find an opportunity to escape, but he heard that she had spread the matter to the heavenly realm, and her already bad reputation was completely ruined.

From then on, as soon as he saw this woman, he took a detour.

However, at this moment, standing in front of her was Lihong, and he didn't have the kind of hatred for her, but was more incomprehensible. Under normal circumstances, as a woman, how could she rather destroy her reputation than pull another person into the water?

He couldn't find any reason for her to do so.

"What's in it for you?" Li Hong thought about it and asked.

Seeing that he was finally willing to look directly at this matter and ask head-on, Chen Qingyi sneered.

She said to Miro, "You can tell him my name when I was in the Heavenly Realm." ”

"Ripples, the ripples of the medicine immortal back then." Miro said in a deep voice.