The cloud sideburns and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night.

Outside, the cold wind is howling.

The Forest of Forgetfulness has changed dramatically, turning into a swamp of death that can devour life, and a single tree has risen in the middle of it.

The colorful light is reflected, and everyone can see that there will be a strange treasure.

In addition, although the Netherworld Spring was destroyed, the chill caused by the residual Yin Qi did not completely dissipate so easily.

In this way, tonight, whether it is the righteous path or the demon path, they are all seizing the time to rest, and they plan to take this opportunity to rest more and prepare for the future competition for the treasure.

But in Ming Xiaoyang's handsome tent, it is a beautiful spring.

The heat wave is steaming, the slender waist is twisting, and the acacia party is high, and after staying on the bed, although there is no lack of experience, it is extremely jerky.

After a long time, everything returned to calm.

The black hair is black and soft, and it is even more than the dark night, and the black hair is spread out, reflecting the smooth and delicate carcass.

Between the eye waves, there was still a bit of indescribable spring love, and there was a touch of touching charm between the eyebrows of the golden bottle, and he looked at the man beside him stupidly.

At this moment, he was asleep.

However, more than eighteen years old, there is still a bit of childishness on his handsome cheeks, and he is already the supreme master of the entire demon path.

Achieved an achievement that others could not imagine in their lifetime, looking sideways at Ming Xiaoyang, the snow-white jade hand of the golden bottle was placed on the handsome cheek, and after stroking it, it was withdrawn like an electric shock.

Kiss!

The rosy cherry lips fell on the handsome face and kissed it gently. Then, the brocade quilt was slowly lifted, and the clothes that fell on the ground returned to her body in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the naked beauty has once again become the glamorous and moving Hehuan faction who regards men as playthings.

A dagger glowing with purple light is hidden in a wide sleeve, ready to be turned into a soul-chasing weapon at any time.

The sound of subtle footsteps sounded, and even the rat couldn't be alarmed, and with a movement that no one could notice, he left the handsome tent belonging to Ming Xiaoyang.

"Alas!" After Jin Bei'er left, Ming Xiaoyang, who had just closed his eyes tightly and didn't say a word, suddenly sighed heavily, "I finally came to a warm bed, but I actually left so simply, which really made this saint speechless." ”

"This, how does it look like this holy monarch has been prostituted!"

In the end, a trace of chagrin crossed the eyes that were a little brighter than the sword.

The Lunar Moon Emperor slammed his wooden bed into the Lunar Moon Emperor's Pilgrim Monarch.

If the golden bottle, Mrs. Sanmiao's master and apprentice are still here, they will definitely be unable to help but scold: If you get cheap, you will still sell well!

………………

"Master!"

In Mrs. Sanmiao's tent, a golden bottle dressed in pale yellow walked in and returned to the teacher who had raised her since childhood.

As a figure with a face in the Demon Dao, Mrs. Sanmiao also has a tent of her own in this coalition camp.

The room was dim, and under the constant flickering candle flames, a small and lovely bell was revealed in the snow-white jade palm of Mrs. Sanmiao, aiming at the light, and looking at the Hehuan bell stupidly.

Under the lights, the acacia bells reflect a dazzling light!

"You're back." Sensing the return of her apprentice, Mrs. Sanmiao came back to her senses slightly, turned her head to look over, and said lightly.

On Jin Bei'er's snow-white cheeks, the touching flush has not completely dissipated, and there is a little paleness and shyness between the eyebrows.

"Master, the disciple doesn't understand, why did Qiye know that this bell was a Hehuan bell, and he didn't hesitate to give it to us?"

"Isn't he afraid of raising tigers?"

Speaking of the man who had a night of happiness with him, Jin Bei'er's voice was a little complicated, but he didn't take it too seriously.

Lady Jin Ling smiled freely and said, "This is the genius of the Seven Nights Demon Lord, he gave us the Hehuan Bell in order to check and balance the Ghost King Sect!" ”

"Exchange the first volume of the Book of Heaven for the second volume in the hands of the Ghost King, so that both of them have two volumes of the Book of Heaven in their hands, and the Book of Heaven is only four volumes in total. Although there is a fifth volume of the Heavenly Book in legend, it is nothing more than a legend after all. ”

"In this way, the Ghost King already has two volumes of Heavenly Books in his hands, and over time, he will definitely be able to bring the Ghost King Sect to the next level."

"So," said this, Mrs. Sanmiao admired each other a little, "Qiye will return the Hehuan Bell to us so easily." ”

"The four major factions of the Demon Dao, the Immortal Hall has been destroyed by the Seven Nights Demon Lord's killing of chickens and monkeys, and there are still three families left of my Hehuan Sect, the Ghost King Sect, and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, any one of them will not be the Seven Nights Demon Lord, or even the Yin Moon Dynasty wants to see."

"Master, do you mean that Qiye is pushing the boat down the river, let me Hehuan Sect, stand with the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Ghost King Sect, and never want to threaten his status?" When Jin Zhu'er heard this, he already understood and asked.

"Hmm." Mrs. Sanmiao glanced at her apprentice approvingly and nodded.

After speaking, the Hehuan Bell that was held in his hand was revealed again, and a subtle bell rang, urging the Hehuan Bell with the secret mastery of the Hehuan Sect, and the power was even higher.

………………

Death Swamp, Despair Lodge.

Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen, and Zhuge Liuyun came to the Forgetful Forest, originally to heal Ning Caichen. I hope that Yan Chixia and his wife can join forces to pull out the yin poison in Ning Caichen's body.

Unknowingly, after some tossing, this matter was forgotten by everyone.

At this time, the two realms of righteousness and demons gathered, and Yan Chixia and his wife, who had initially solved the problem between each other, had time to save Ning Caichen, a useless bookworm.

Late at night, inside Despair Hills, outside a room glowing with golden light.

Nie Xiaoqian, Zhuge Liuyun, all looked anxious, Yan Hongye's face was indifferent, and she stood aside.

In the room, Yan Chixia and Sima Sanniang joined forces, wanting to pull out the yin poison in Ning Caichen's body, and the golden light turned by Dao Haoran's righteous qi shot out, making people wonder what was going on inside.

"Wow!"

After a stalemate for half a night, Ning Caichen's angry scream finally came from the room, and then a fishy smell spread.

"Baby!" Hearing the voice coming from the room, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't wait to rush in now, and called Ning Caichen even more sensibly.

Creak!

The door was opened, freshened up, and Yan Chixia, who was no longer sloppy, strode out, her face was slightly pale, and she was followed by her wife, Sima Sanniang.

Behind the two of them, Ning Caichen had fallen into a deep sleep, and a large area of black and smelly blood appeared on the ground.

"Master!"

"Senior Yan, how is it?"

"This bookworm's fate is saved, take a few more days of rest, and you'll be fine." Yan Chixia said impatiently.

Without waiting for the two to reply, they came to their daughter's side.