"You demon king doesn't count! You, you are despicable!" Mr. Kong was rarely excited, and after getting up, he didn't bother to tidy up his clothes and scolded.

Hu Siniang didn't have time to cover his mouth, and looked at Yan Qingjun nervously when she saw this.

The latter's face looked indifferent in the candlelight, and his eyes were unwavering. "Benjun didn't move. Explained casually, and the waist pole also cooperated with the uprightness.

Isn't this what people often say about strong words? He Demon Monarch clearly used a trick to shield his eyes, otherwise this bolt could be as strong as a seal? Who is it?

However, for Yan Qingjun, who is lonely and arrogant and dustless under his eyes, he is used to doing whatever he wants in his bones, how can he really make an exception for this mortal.

Hu Siniang was panicked, but she didn't know that she really turned her face. Since having Mr. Kong's seed, her demonic power has not been as good as before-I'm afraid I'm going to die in this room.

"Lord Demon Monarch, the fox four knows that the protector is not good, if you want to punish me without resentment, it's just, just can you let me Lang Jun go. He's just an irrelevant person ... ”

The candle flame on the square table shone brightly, casting a shadow on Yan Qingjun's eyebrow bone, outlining the outline of the knife carving, and his eyes were cold.

"Where are the snake fives? You have hidden your whereabouts one by one, and it will take some time for you to find them. ”

Hu Siniang was just about to speak, but she heard an exclamation from her own Lang Jun, "Oh, what's wrong?"

Mr. Kong was secretly finding a small hammer under the wooden frame, and secretly wanted to pick it up and hide it behind him, but suddenly he felt a burning in his chest, and he subconsciously felt it out in pain and took a look: This is not the yellow paper talisman given by Xiao Daogu?

He pinched it between his fingers, and who knew that the rune paper suddenly burst into flames, licking his fingertips and burning a circle of blue-red flames. He was so frightened that he immediately spread his fingers, and saw the small flame fall to the ground, slowly extinguishing into a little ash.

"The wind hasn't broken from time to time!" The window door was slammed open by a sudden wind, and with a bang, mixed with a clear spell power, someone stepped in.

Mr. Kong was frightened, and the small hammer in his hand fell and almost hit his foot. He turned around and looked at it undecided, because he was too excited, his neck 'clicked' crisply, and he twisted the root of the meridian. When he tripped on his left foot and stumbled on the instep of his right foot, he was about to fall to the ground again, when someone stepped up from behind.

The man's palms were small, but they grabbed his wrists tightly, holding his back firmly and straight.

"Mr. Kong's house is really lively. ”

Straighten his body and step back a bit. The person who came was thin, standing at the door with the light on his back, casting an elongated shadow on the ground, tilting his head lightly to avoid a little light, and finally saw the gray towel tied with green silk, and the peach hairpin on the bun was simple but familiar.

It was Zhou Xuanqing.

Hearing this voice, Yan Qingjun's eyelids drooped slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhou Xuanqing walked in step by step, and glanced at Mr. Kong and Hu Siniang out of the corner of his eye. "The door is open, and the beams may be lifted in a moment, so let's leave as soon as possible. ”

After speaking, she sat down and faced Yan Qingjun. "As the old saying goes, if you don't see each other, it's not right. Zhou Xuanqing paused, his eyes sharpened, "Demon, Xiaodao has caught you." ”

Mr. Kong and Hu Siniang hesitated for a while whether to pull out their legs and run, looked at the face of the demon monarch, and looked at Zhou Xuanqing.

I'm afraid that this little Taoist can't fight the demon king.

Yan Qingjun raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhou Xuanqing's face. His gaze fell on the outside of the room, and he didn't know if he deliberately avoided looking at each other.

"If you don't leave, you have the ability to catch it. ”

Zhou Xuanqing secretly sighed in his heart: Who doesn't know that you are scheming.

raised his eyebrows, his eyes were provocative and playful, and he said, "Then you can tie the demon rope by yourself." He took off a purple black whip from behind his waist. Although it looks dilapidated and dirty at first glance, it has been soaked in rune water by her, and it has taken up some of the magic of eliminating demons. In particular, a section of jujube wood with this handle was cut from the jujube tree next to the tomb of the ancestors.

The world only knows that peach wood wards off evil spirits, but they don't know that jujube wood can also do it.

Speaking of this whip, it was used by Nanshan to drive green cattle in the past. If it weren't for Zhou Xuanqing's love of reading, he would have drawn a yellow paper talisman that could make Qingniu speak human words. As a result, as soon as it was pasted on the head of the green cow, the first thing the cow said was: Don't beat Lao Tzu again. So I never used it again.

This time he went down the mountain, in order to prevent an emergency, Zhou Xuanqing decisively took it by his side.

Yan Qingjun finally withdrew his gaze from outside, met the presumptuous gaze, his thin lips opened slightly, and the tip of his tongue licked lightly against the porcelain white teeth on the left and right, intentionally or unintentionally.

Then his lips and teeth pursed up and down, and a cold smile was released. "Why should Master Zhou be obsessed with Benjun, the so-called ladyboy has different paths, and three months of getting along is not enough?"

As soon as these words came out, the self-knowledge of the person concerned was clear, but there were other people and other demons inside and outside the house. Why is there a sense of ambiguity in the gratuitous words?

Zhou Xuanqing was unhappy. frowned, raised his palm, and swept Yan Qingjun's handsome face in an instant.

However, he stood up and shook himself to dodge, and walked very calmly with a few steps under his feet.

"It's a little bit hot, Master Zhou. ”

"Yan Qingjun is, don't call it the wrong name. Xiaodao is no longer the head of Yicheng Palace. "The curse is you, the plague god!

However, the culprit, Yan Qingjun, did not want to bind his consciousness at all. The long whip was left alone to the side.

At this time, if you don't escape, you won't have a chance! Mr. Kong clenched Hu Siniang's hand, opened his legs and ran wildly.

Seeing that his subordinates and his friends were about to flee, Yan Qingjun resolutely chased after him. Zhou Xuanqing threw a long whip into the air and swished, but only scratched a little corner of his robe.

Yan Qingjun swept away, and instantly came to the courtyard like a gust of wind, stopping in front of them.

"Zheng" The sword came out of its sheath and swung it in the air!

Liu Yanshu jumped in. The knuckles of his sword are clear and slender. The Frost Sword glowed with a silent murderous aura, and the blade was marked with his wanton smile, and his face changed to cold in an instant.

Zhou Xuanqing knew that the helper had arrived, and walked slowly to the courtyard.

Fang Cai closed the door tightly in the house, and when he came out, Yan Qingjun squinted his eyes in discomfort. At this moment, the sun is warm, and his light eyebrows are shrouded in the light, but his eyes are still cold.

The sword light combined with the sunlight sparkled people's eyes. Mr. Kong, who failed to escape, raised the back of his hand and covered Hu Siniang's eyes. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the Taoist will be able to submit him. ”

But his words failed to reassure Hu Siniang at all. The Demon King is not an ordinary demon.