A little imp passed this on to the ghost messenger.

The whole process of passing the word was seen by Du Ge, who had been following him.

When he turned back to the dormitory, he heard the laughter in the dormitory, stopped and hid outside the pillar, eclipsed.

The fist in the sleeve is slightly tightened.

The adults really care about Brother Mo Sheng the most.

If only the adults could be on him..... Just a few more looks.

In the dormitory.

I don't know how long I laughed, but Qiu Mosheng, who had finally laughed enough, picked up his chin and glanced at Qiu Nanfeng.

"Hanaya, your appetite is quite heavy. I teased the red clothes before, and now it's my turn? ”

When Qiu Mosheng said this, he had already reached the edge of the couch, neither leaning forward nor avoiding it, and kept a palm spacing.

The spacing of this palm is the distance between Fang Cai Hongyi and Qiu Nanfeng.

It's almost exactly the same.

Qiu Mosheng is wider and taller than the red cloth.

Compared to what seems to be a palm spacing, in fact, the position of the shoulder is only a finger distance.

Qiu Mosheng is not as restrained as Hongyi, nor is he as cowardly as Du Ge.

A pair of long legs were swinging in front of Qiu Nanfeng's eyes, and the sitting posture was domineering and tough, and calm.

His eyes were sharp, and his expression was not threatening and angry.

Born with the spirit of a king.

Even sitting there, not saying a word, not moving, is awe-inspiring.

The style of painting was supposed to be beautiful.....

Thinking like this, Qiu Nanfeng began to feel that after becoming Hua Aya, she was a little too optimistic.

No, a little too ....

The generous palm was spread in front of Qiu Nanfeng, begging.

Qiu Nanfeng frowned, "What do you want?" ”

"What do you say?" Qiu Mosheng smiled wickedly, and his upper body was close to it.

Leaning over and approaching, he seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Accompanied by the red gauze tent on the side of the couch, as well as the brocade and red silk quilt on the stone couch, there was an inexplicable rise in ambiguity and affection.

Qiu Nanfeng frowned, and the Heavenly Demon Claw was against Qiu Mosheng's forehead.

Stopped Qiu Mosheng in time.

This kid is getting more and more rude.

Taking advantage of being immobilized, Qiu Nanfeng got up and looked down on Qiu Mosheng.

This kid is obviously frozen, and his posture is still as handsome as ever.

Especially the smile on the corner of his lips, I always feel a little panicked.

Qiu Nanfeng frowned, he was hundreds of years old, and he was fascinated by a doll.

Is this still worth it?

What's more, she is a demon now.

It's not a maple fairy anymore.

I don't know if I took off the empty shell with the name of Feng Xian and entered the stocking state.

Or rather, the influence of the power of the Heavenly Demons.

I always felt that she had an elusive illusion about this former apprentice.

"Are you empty-hearted?"

With a playful smile on the corner of Qiu Mosheng's lips, he looked Qiu Nanfeng up and down.

Until this moment, Qiu Nanfeng realized a problem.

Since when did Qiu Mosheng stop calling her Master.

Instead, call it by its name, Hanaya.

Does the name Hua Aya mean that Qiu Mosheng has given up looking for his master?

It can even be said that he knows that Hua Aya is a female demon venerable, but he still jokes lightly.

Qiu Nanfeng's brows furrowed even deeper, "Qiu Mosheng, the deity is that you were once a disciple of Feng Immortal, and I treat you very favorably. I thought you were good at something. So much so that Qiu Nanfeng rejected all the immortal disciples back then, and insisted on accepting you as a closed disciple. But I don't want to, you are dealing with your master with such indiscriminate means. Well, this time, the deity doesn't care about you. If you are obsessed, you have to challenge the patience of the deity, and the deity will give you four words. ”

A bleak laugh echoed inside and outside the dormitory, and Qiu Mosheng laughed.

"Do it yourself?"

This kid really knows how to guess.

She did want to say those four words.

But casually guessing the words of the Demon Venerable, wouldn't it be a joke.

She's shameless as a demon venerable?

"Stubborn."

Dropping four words, Qiu Nanfeng is ready to slip away, this kid is not easy to deal with.

As soon as he disappeared, he was stunned by the crisp sound of the Nine Palaces Demon Bell from the stone couch.

The Nine Palaces Demon Spirit was carried by Qiu Nanfeng. Moreover, the alertness is very high, and the magic bell and the heavenly demon are one, and once they disappear, they will be perceived.

What is strange is that without being conscious, the magic bell arrived in Qiu Mosheng's hands.

The Nine Palaces Demon Bell symbolizes the supreme ruler of the Demon Race, and whoever gets the Nine Palace Demon Bell has the possibility to rule the entire Demon Realm.

The magic bell is out, and all the demons are back.

Qiu Mosheng actually moved the mind of the Nine Palace Demon Bell.

The sound of the magic bell, in the hands of ordinary people, is slightly different from the sound of the bell seen in ordinary life, and the bell usually makes a crisp sound.

And the sound of the Nine Palaces Demon Bell in the hands of mortals was like a lion's roar.

Some are deafening.

Ordinary people only feel that their eardrums hurt, and their heads hurt so much that they can't do it.

The Nine Palaces Demon Spirit couldn't exert the magic power that the magic bell should have in his hands.

In other words, it was useless for Qiu Mosheng to ask for this magic bell.

However, as long as he changed hands and gave it to the ghost king Jiang Ying, it would be a fatal blow to Qiu Nanfeng.

Jiang Ying's cultivation was originally on top of Hua Aya, and now as long as he got this Nine Palace Demon Spirit, it was easy to call on the Demon Gate of the World.

She was careless and this kind of thing would happen.

Triumphant Qiu Mosheng.

At this time, holding the bell in his hand, he squinted at Qiu Nanfeng.

The evil sneered, slightly provocative.

"Aren't you gone? How did you come back again? ”

Qiu Mosheng was really like a child, asking innocently, without paying attention to Qiu Nanfeng, who was already angry at this time.

"Knowingly asked. This thing is not for you to play. ”

Qiu Mosheng chuckled lightly, and pulled out another ribbon from his arms, which was Chang'an's loyal hairband.

The headband is a little old, and it is engraved with Luan Fengwen.

It can be recognized at a glance, this hairband was personally cut by Qiu Mosheng when Zhong Nanxue was ten years old and given to Qiu Mosheng.

After many years, he still remains.

"Then why don't you tell me what I should play?"

Qiu Mosheng has been cultivating hard recently, and his cultivation is among the best among the crowd, but compared to Qiu Nanfeng, it is too much worse.

Not at all on a level.

If you want to get back the Nine Palace Demon Bell from him, it will be easy for Qiu Nanfeng.

But she was troubled.

The Nine Palaces Demon Bell was held in the palm of his hand and placed in the closest position to his heart.

Once the power of the Heavenly Demon is forced, it will cause the magic sound in the Nine Palaces Demon Bell to be restless, and the magic power emitted will really directly harm Qiu Mosheng.

In the end, I still feel sorry for this child.

It was the apprentice she brought up, and it couldn't be hurt.

Qiu Nanfeng almost coaxed Qiu Mosheng in a child's tone, gently coaxing Qiu Mosheng.

"Give it back to me. I like obedient children. ”

The word "child" seems to be used in the wrong place.

The magic bell was in Qiu Mosheng's hand, clenched tighter, faintly emitting some restlessness of magic power.

"Kid? It's funny, you think you gave birth to me and raised me? ”

Qiu Nanfeng stuck a mouthful of old blood in his throat, and sneered at his forehead.

"If a child like you were to be born, I would rather have it for the rest of my life than give birth to it."