This world is too ridiculous and ridiculous, Hongyi knows that Qiu Mosheng has always been unruly, obedient, and different from others.

A disciple of the Immortal Sect is against Hua Aya everywhere.

He never expected that Qiu Mosheng would be the murderer of Feng Xian.

There were rumors in the Demon Palace before, and he was dedicated to cultivating medicinal fields, and he didn't care about other things at all.

When Du Ge came to him with this news to confirm, he didn't even bother.

But I don't want it to be true.

The surprise and uneasiness of the red clothes, Qiu Nanfeng saw it in her eyes, and she didn't want to guess the look of Qiu Mosheng's back under the pitch black.

has been hiding it, but after all, it still hasn't been hidden.

She smiled coldly, it was really funny.

What is famous all over the world, isn't it all made up by everyone?

She was just herself all along.

It's just that he lived for hundreds of years, and he was killed by his apprentice who told the world, which is really too slap in the face.

She didn't care about face, anyway, it was Qiu Nanfeng, who was already dead.

For her, death is dead, and it is nothing to die in the hands of her own apprentice, and she originally thought about this way of death.

As for the reason, she didn't want to care at all.

Whatever the reason.

Everything vanished with the day she died.

But I don't know why, Qiu Nanfeng had angina and colic at this time.

She couldn't tell where her heart was, causing her to feel like her whole egg was colic.

Originally, she didn't like to come to the underground palace, but she didn't want to stay for a quarter of an hour at this time.

Qiu Nanfeng turned around, ready to withdraw, but in a panic, a figure blocked her way.

Familiarity hits the face.

Sporadic ghost fires drifted in the dungeon, and some tears were torn in the thin coat.

The upper got quite soaked.

Dirty muddy water stained the black vamps.

There was also a lot of muddy water splashed on the side of his pants.

He didn't even notice it.

The gaze fell on his shoulder, blood oozing from the place where it had been scratched by the sharp ghost claws.

The loose ink hair was a little messy.

The hairpin in the bun is a little off.

Qiu Nanfeng stretched out his arm to tidy it up for him, froze in mid-air for a moment, and then took it back.

There was silence for a long time, and the scene was at a stalemate.

The red clothes on one side looked at Qiu Mosheng, and then at Qiu Nanfeng, on this occasion, he should not stay here the most.

Inexplicably, I feel like I'm in the way.

The knowledgeable red-clothed whispered: "My lord, the red-clothed remembered that there was still something to do, so he retreated first." ”

At this time, the red clothes couldn't wait to smear the soles of their feet with oil.

I don't know if it's because I've experienced a lot of things today, and Hongyi feels sour in his eyes.

After a while, there was no response, and the red clothes quietly retreated.

Just took two steps, Qiu Nanfeng spoke.

"Panic what, stand."

Hongyi, who had finally taken a step, was embarrassed for a moment, turned around and turned back, took two steps, and heard an order.

"Aren't you going to be busy? What else is left? ”

"....." Hongyi has a hard time, whether to go or stay.

"The deity let me stay, do you have an opinion?" Qiu Nanfeng curled his lips and glanced at Qiu Mosheng, his face was full of unhappiness, and his heart was panicked.

With the red clothes here, it can be better, if the red clothes are not there, according to Qiu Mosheng's current arrogance, I am afraid that there will be fire.

The momentum that this time wants.

Qiu Nanfeng teleported to Hongyi's side, his arm resting on Hongyi's shoulder, and Hongyi's shoulder shook even more.

Lost a look and gestured to the red clothes.

As clever as he was, he quickly restrained himself.

Don't shake anymore.

Qiu Mosheng, who was on his back, turned to look at Qiu Nanfeng, and his gaze stopped on Hongyi's body for a long time, full of hostility.

Cold arrows swish.

Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart no more than that.

It was the red clothes that surprised Qiu Nanfeng a little, Rao was like this, and the shoulders of the red clothes did not tremble.

The complexion is as usual.

Among these children, Qiu Nanfeng really still felt that the red clothes were pleasing.

No wonder Jiang Ying, the old ghost, had the idea of beating the red clothes.

The more joy he was in his heart, the more Qiu Nanfeng showed this liking on his face.

The small details were infinitely magnified in Qiu Mosheng's eyes, and suddenly he rushed over and grabbed the arm that was on the shoulder of the red cloth.

This woman is excessive.

Repeatedly challenged his tolerance.

"Hua Aya, you are the Heavenly Demon, the Demon Venerable of the Demon Palace, are you unstable and need help?"

The wrist that was being dragged was pinched hard, and it hurt quite a bit with its strength.

This pain is nothing in front of Qiu Nanfeng.

However, this arrogant attitude made her extremely unhappy.

Qiu Nanfeng deliberately frowned and stared at the arm that was being dragged by him, "Yes, not only do you need someone to help you, but you also need someone to carry it." ”

Man back...

When these two words came out, Qiu Nanfeng secretly pinched a cold sweat for himself.

She's a brain show, right?

actually said this.

However, according to Qiu Mosheng's temper and ability, if he can carry a heavenly demon egg like her, he may not be able to carry it.

Suddenly, a figure approached, almost close to her eggshell, looking imposing.

Qiu Nanfeng deliberately put on a scared expression, and lost a roll of his eyes by the way.

Afraid of him?

If she is afraid of a mortal who can cultivate, where will her face be placed?

Although her big eggshell always has some face parts hanging on it, she can't distinguish between her face and body.

The next moment, Qiu Nanfeng was still playfully waiting for the other party to retreat or stop finding fault with the interesting points, but she didn't want her to miscalculate.

Qiu Mosheng, who was approaching, also found a piece of red silk out of nowhere, wrapped her eggshell around, and carried her on her back with a satin head.

The huge eggshell hung on Qiu Mosheng's back.

His back bent slightly.

The weight is more than he can bear.

Qiu Nanfeng's heart is surging, this kid .....

"Are you doing acrobatics? Why do you use red silk to help the deity? Are you afraid that the deity will not be able to escape? ”

Qiu Mosheng didn't look back, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Yes, I'm afraid you'll run away."

"Hahahaha, what are you kidding, the entire Demon Palace is a deity. How could the deity escape? Put me down! ”

Qiu Nanfeng on her back was complicated again, her shoulder was scratched by Jiang Ying just now, and now she is carrying her with the heavenly demonic aura on her back, this is not nothing to look for.

The wound was infected, and it had to be healed.

Qiu Nanfeng was completely defeated.

She really didn't know what to do.

You can only use laughter to disguise the embarrassment.

The man on his back simply wrapped the silk around his waist and hugged the eggshell with his arms.

The cold and biting palm did not have any temperature, and it was even colder than in this dungeon.

Passed to Qiu Nanfeng through the eggshell, she couldn't laugh anymore.

The man behind him laughed.

"Why did it suddenly become lighter? Is it because I carried you, so I deliberately released water? ”

There was also some ridicule in the joke.

It's like a child playing around.

Qiu Nanfeng looked at the top of his hair, and some slag on the stone wall fell on his black hair, and she gently blew it off.

A wisp of autumn Nanfeng thought it was very small, and when the wind blew through the top of the hair, a gust of wind rolled up.

Under the effect of the wind, Qiu Mosheng, who was originally disheveled and disheveled, became even more chaotic.

The hair is sunken and styled.

The concave shape is inexplicably joyful.

So Qiu Nanfeng, who was lying on Qiu Mosheng's back, let out a laugh like gnawing pork.

The laughter echoed in the dungeon, spreading out in waves, spreading along the dungeon to the ground.