The little fox who was held in his arms bit the fingers of the demon, and let the hair be blown messy, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was some conspiracy in this family, and the righteous path and the demon path were all caught, so what did the father of these two strong men want?

If they love each other, then Fang Anyang will not see the two of them drinking tea peacefully, as if they have seen a ghost, it is estimated that except for the three of them, no one has ever seen the Taishang Elder of the Wuji Sect so out of shape.

"I lived here when I was younger."

The Demon Venerable suddenly spoke, his white hair dyed black little by little in the long wind, his gorgeous clothes fluttered, and the hideous beast patterns were a little more quiet for no reason.

"If you like the way of righteousness, and I am not much more beautiful than that room, I will wear it for you."

Seeing the little fox blinking, grabbing the long black hair and holding it in his mouth, the Demon Venerable narrowed his phoenix eyes, pursed his lips, and shuttled left and right in the clouds, quite a little invisible cultivator as small as an ant.

"Back then, Wen Xiuya and I were called the two sons of Wuji Sect."

Oh, knowing you're good-looking.

The little fox spit out the black hair in his mouth, turned into a human form, hooked his white legs on the waist of the Demon Zun, hugged the neck of the Demon Zun, and kissed him with a smile: "I like you in my heart, but I can't see anyone else." ”

"Even if I am more handsome than you, I will not change my mind; What's more, how many people in this world can have such a demonic appearance as you. ”

The long sleeves covered the cold air in the clouds, and Mo Zishu nested his whole person in the gorgeous clothes, and after a long time, he hummed lightly.

The tip of the sword spun straight and fell at a speed unmatched by the naked eye, and then came to a steady stop when it was a foot above the ground.

The weeds staggered from side to side, leaving a clearly visible trace of the sword qi of the long sword.

This mountain peak towers behind the Wuji Sect, shrouded in clouds all year round, blocking the realm inside the peak, making it difficult for people to see it really.

Mo Zishu stepped barefoot on the soft grass, and the next second she was picked up in the air and stepped on the delicately textured and specially prepared boots.

"Don't catch a cold."

The Demon Venerable's low voice came from above his head, and he lowered his head and kissed the little fox's hair lightly, hugging the treasure that was looking around.

The small courtyard not far away is the only bright color in this dry peak, and the pale flowers are entwined on the fence, which is refreshing and refreshed.

"This is where you live?"

"Hmm."

Mo Zishu glared, looked back and grabbed the neck of the Demon Venerable, and said angrily: "According to your temperament, if you don't just find a cave at random or you need to find a magnificent palace to live in, how can you have the heart to plant flowers and grass!"

"It's not as good as the Demon Dao, but I'm a gentleman with leisure and taste." The Demon Venerable bent down and picked up the little fox from his knees, and strolled towards the small courtyard that he had touched in his memory.

Bah.

Mo Zishu was angry, as if in the form of a little fox, he grabbed the chin of the Demon Venerable, and never let go of the taste of blood.

The strange spiritual power made Mo Zishu perceive it through the blood, Mo Zishu hesitated, let go of her mouth, and reached out to stroke along the tooth marks.

Strangely, the tumbling of this spiritual power seems to be like Miss An's heartmare before, but it is obviously Qi Zixuan's original spiritual power.

She had swallowed it before, but the strong and domineering spiritual power in it was completely different from the taste of Sen Han at this moment.

Mo Zishu frowned, licked the blood from the Demon Venerable's chin, and asked quietly, "The taste of your blood has changed." ”

"What, it doesn't taste good?"

。。。。。。

Mo Zishu rolled her eyes, and after being put down, she stepped on the instep of the Demon Venerable and stomped on her feet fiercely.