Looking down at the demon soldier trembling slightly under his feet, his face was cold, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of arrogance. The demon soldier felt his cold gaze, and the ugly-faced little devil actually shook his body, trembling even more, and he didn't dare to say more, but he didn't retreat in time.

"What else?" Qingtian frowned and said.

"Report to the young master, the people who were sent to the Holy Cultivator Gate last time to investigate have returned! I don't know what to do with the young master? The demon soldier continued.

"Oh? How is it? Qingtian's originally somewhat angry face finally eased, and now it became solemn.

"It's all done according to the young master's orders, but... It's just that there was a small accident on the way to escort the prisoners of the Holy Gate, and he was killed alive. The demon soldier said tremblingly, secretly glancing at the young master, and then lowered his head even more.

"What? Not useful! You can't do such a trivial thing! Dozens of demon soldiers can't even get a living one? Qingtian's eyes were sharp, and his eyes, which were already very cold, were angry at this moment.

"That... What to do with this demon soldier? The demon soldier asked.

"It's useless, I won't leave the demon gate! Kill! Qingtian said coldly, as if he was talking about something that was no longer commonplace.

"Yes. It's just a dinner party that the Lord has commanded..." The Demon Soldier reminded again.

"Forget it, it's good to do it, so as not to make my father angry." As soon as he was angry after the decision to kill, a faint helplessness appeared in Qingtian's eyes, and then he stood up and walked towards the outside of the hall.

Feng Yu involuntarily at a distance not far away, with the breath of the spiritual power of the sky, and came to a brightly lit temple, smelling the sound of silk and bamboo in the hall, a lively atmosphere, Feng Yu hidden in the inconspicuous backlight outside the hall, just stared quietly, watching him sit carelessly; looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the main throne with eyebrows and eyes quite similar to Qingtian, but even more cold and cold; Next to him sat two handsome men full of ghostly spirits; And not far from Qingtian, a beautiful woman sat on the side with a smile like a flower, who could that woman be besides Mo Ningxuan?

In the hall, the sound of silk and bamboo, the lights are charming, the fragrance of wine strikes, and the red and pink Feifei. Dozens of glamorous charms, naked jade feet tossing and turning in the temple, singing and dancing, with countless copper bells tied to their ankles, fluttering with the skirt, emitting a pleasant bell impacting sound, like the Sanskrit spell issued by the night elves, making people can't help but be fascinated. The star-like lamps lined the main hall in a misty halo, and the whole hall was as bright as day.

Mo Ningxuan on the side seemed to say something to Qingtian, Qingtian replied with a light smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, and inadvertently looked at the servant girl who was pouring wine on the side, a smile that did not ripple, it seemed that the spring flowers were blooming, the handmaid was instantly full of crimson, a pair of affectionate spring eyes showed a stunning look, his hand was soft, a pot of wine was unstable, and it fell to the table, Qingtian did not squint, it was still a cup in his hand.

The servant girl's body was weak, and she almost fell into a ball, if she was in a bad mood with the young master, or when there was no one around, she must have been wiped out at this moment, but fortunately there were important guests at the moment, so she left a cheap life. The maidservant hurriedly stood firm, tremblingly retreated and went to get the wine again.

Qingtian's eyes were cold and unchanged, but the corners of his lips were slightly curved, as if he was smiling but not smiling, but still plain as water. The bead curtain swayed slightly, the subtle sound was drowned in the silk and bamboo music, the shadow was only in the middle, the face was outstanding, the eyes were cold and still sitting there carelessly, a dark silk robe looked noble rather than majestic, dazzling people could not force the eyes, the woman who had been looking at him outside felt so close to him, but so far away beyond reach.

Qingtian leaned slightly, leaned to the side, moved his fingers to the corners of his forehead, frowned slightly, and was about a little drunk, his slightly drunk face was reflected in the mottled candle flames, there was a kind of intoxicating charm, so that the woman next to him couldn't help but look at it twice, and a faint flush appeared on her face. In his eyes, he never focused on her for a long time, but intentionally or unintentionally searched for a corner of the hall, as if he was looking for something, and as if he was looking at some nothingness, for a while, he pursed his lips slightly.

The god-like man in front of him, has he never revealed the Qingtian he knows in front of her?

She thought that in his heart, he must be the same as herself, because of the love of two people, he has been dazed, struggling, painful, and warmer. The dreams of love they give each other are so sweet and beautiful, yet bitter and bitter, but they both know that there is nothing in this world that can be compared and irreplaceable.

Qingtian's body suddenly froze, and a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Leng Ran's eyes, as if he sensed something, and seemed to be a little incredulous, shocked, worried, surprised, unbelievable... A variety of expressions changed, until Mo Ningxuan on the side called him, and he slowly regained his calm, but the ups and downs of his heart made his fair skin a little red, I don't know if it was because the wine was too strong, it had an effect at the moment, or something important, which made him a little abnormal.

"Uh, Ning Xuan, you have fun, I'm a little tired, I'll go back first." Qingtian said lightly to Mo Ningxuan, who was casting a concerned gaze on the side, and bowed slightly to the Venerable Lord and the Spirit Ghost Venerable, and after informing him, he turned around and strode away from the bustling area of the main hall.

Mo Ningxuan looked at Qingtian all the way until his figure left his sight, and in his clear eyes, there seemed to be autumn water rippling, and his heart suddenly stopped, and suddenly beat wildly. The change in his expression just now, could it be because of her?

For her, the faith of her youth is persistently waiting. It seems to be beautiful and unhurried, but in fact it is cold and ruthless.

Mo Ningxuan felt a little cold in her heart, but she was very lonely and forbearing, and the flickering bright lights reflected her alone, but she didn't even have the right to express her displeasure. Seemingly, she didn't even qualify for jealousy, because she never got it. She thought that as long as she blindly paid seriously to a person, she would eventually move him, but today she realized that all the efforts could not catch up with the words 'affectionate mispayment'.

Yes, she was a little jealous of Feng Yu, so easily, she was well remembered, deeply loved and spoiled. But after thinking about it, she was inexplicably relieved, because she believed that no one in this world had a longer and purer love than herself, at least in terms of giving, she had won Fengyu after all, and when she thought of this, her mood suddenly brightened.

The mountains have forests, trees and branches, and the heart is happy.

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Today, the cold moon hangs high, and the night is as cold as snow.

Qingtian did not return directly to the dormitory, but retreated from the servants who followed behind him, and walked straight towards the mountain behind the hall alone, Fengyu was afraid of being discovered by him, and did not dare to follow closely, it was best to leave at this moment, but there was clearly a voice in his heart, and he wanted to follow as if he did not obey the call. Looking at the lonely figure that was pulled by the hazy moon shadow, Feng Yu's heart was complicated and tangled.

I don't know how long it took, Qingtian still walked unhurriedly, as if deliberately avoiding crowded places, Fengyu only felt that the figures around him were getting more and more frew, but there was no need to worry about avoiding the eyes and ears of others, and the two of them went in one direction one after the other, as if they were not silently following, but as agreed in the past.

Here is far from the main hall of the Demon Realm, some distance from the back mountain half-waist, only to see the ancient trees towering to the sky, the clouds are swirling, dozens of magnificent palaces of all sizes under the mountain, standing in the depths of the mountainside, the palace is majestic and exquisite, the eaves are overlapped, reflecting the layers of lights that are as bright as day, it is extraordinarily magnificent.

But Feng Yu had no time to appreciate these, and in her eyes there was only him at the moment, as if he could disappear in the blink of an eye, and he would never be found.

Qingtian walked all the way to a cloud bridge between two cliffs, a small bridge paved with unknown wood, dark and delicate, but also thin and fragile, as if someone could step on it, like their graceful and gorgeous on the surface, but not strong love. Lined with mist, you can't see the end at a glance, the bridge deck is only three or four feet wide, although it is enough to walk, but such a high cliff, and there is no guardrail around, if you accidentally fall down, you must be crushed, thinking about this, you can't help but make people feel cold.

"Since you dare to follow the deity all the way here in a bold and reckless manner, and even more so, you have been peeping at me, why don't the fairies dare to show up?" Qingtian stood with his hands in his hands, and his eyes were full of anger, but at this moment, he smiled softly like spring breeze and rain, refreshing people's hearts.

Feng Yu didn't react for a while, she wanted to use her current breathing technique to not be discovered by him, it seems that either she overestimated herself or underestimated him too much!

"Come out, there's no one here!" Qingtian still smiled softly, although that stupid girl was bold and reckless, and the act of coming to the sect alone made him a little worried, if he was discovered by others in the door, the consequences would be simply chilling, but there was still a trace of warmth in his heart, could she be as worried about her as he was, did she miss herself, and came to him?

"You, when are you..." Feng Yu walked on the wooden bridge awkwardly, his face was even more shocked and timid, he wanted to see him again, but he didn't know it, and the ghost disappeared quietly, who knew that he was found out like this, it was better to escape just now.

"When did you know you were there? You've always been there, just... Over here. Qingtian pointed to his heart slightly, still smiling, the sweetness could not be dissolved.