The demonic mist dispersed, the wind subsided, the sky of the burning clouds was as red as blood condensation, and the mountains were shrouded in a faint glow.

Shaoyi stood in mid-air for a long time, a still fresh leaf swirled and fell on his hand, the Nine Heavens Phoenix is a wood fire, and even the fallen leaves in the mortal world love the breath on his body.

He folded the leaf in half, put it to his lips and blew it, staccato tones spilling out from between his lips—so many years later, he couldn't remember the tune.

The little loach shouldn't have been let go, there wasn't much time, and the arrangement was about the same, so he had to keep holding on to it. But he was still waiting for Fucang to come, and handed her to Fucang, and the way she looked at the golden dragon really made him feel a lot of emotion.

This kind of look is not uncommon, and it is rare that it will appear on her face, reminding him of some unpleasant past that is almost forgotten, and it also makes him feel a little unbearable and satisfy her.

After the intermittent minor tune was blown, Shaoyi pinched the leaves in his hand, and looked aimlessly at the surrounding mountains and wilderness, the turbidity rolled among the branches and leaves of the mountain col, and the demons hid in the dark to hold their breath. Everything has changed, too much.

Shaoyi stared at it for a long time, suddenly let go of the blade, let it be swept away by the wind, and then smiled and called softly: "Senior sister, are you okay?"

Zhixi, who had been hiding in the forest, couldn't help but tremble, and then slowly floated out with a pale face.

She didn't want to be accused of "pestering him" by him again, this time she really didn't pester, everything was an accident. After the edict of the Heavenly Demon Slayer, she was also transferred out of the Wuchen Ministry, Emperor Bai Ze knew her abilities very well, and obviously did not think that she was suitable to stay in the Wuchen Ministry, she was retransferred back to the War Department to kill the scattered demons, and did her own tasks conscientiously.

Today when she chased a little demon clan, she met the third prince of the Tiger Lord, when he came all the way to the Shang Mao Dajun underground palace as a guest, has captured four goddesses, saw her did not let go, directly knocked out and took away, and when she woke up, Ding Mao had captured the third prince alive, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Shaoyi holding Xuanyi and Fucang confronting.

The Divine Monarch she once had a crush on, and the Divine Monarch she was now infatuated with and had no solution, both chose Xuanyi.

At that time, she chose Xuanyi for the sake of helping Cang, and she was also dazed and sad for a while, but she still generously chose to cut off her infatuation, and didn't even let anyone know the secret, she didn't want to make Xuanyi sad, but she made herself sad again and again.

It's always Xuanyi, when she helped Cang, she let it go, and now it's Shaoyi, she ...... Still want to let?

Zhixi was extremely ashamed of her surging unwillingness and jealousy, she had thought that she would never have such a despicable and shameless emotion in her life, the emotion she looked down on the most.

She also understood that in fact, it was not her turn to let her go at all, Fucang had nothing to do with her from beginning to end, and Shaoyi had only had an ambiguous relationship with her, and then rejected her mercilessly twice. Even a suave god like him was conquered by Xuanyi? she would rather be merciful and ruthless than choose another. Maybe that's why she became so irritable.

Her confidence in herself has almost disappeared in two crushes, and she still loses to the same goddess. She has always been very self-confident, clean and self-conscious, has a sweet and pure imagination of love, loves and dotes on Xuanyi, but she has never felt that Xuanyi is better than herself.

The fair and strict way she has always adhered to does not allow her to pour out these emotions, but she really can't treat Xuanyi with a clear heart like in the past. She seemed to be becoming the kind of goddess she hated the most, and it was too bad for her to stop it.

Zhixi rose against the wind and slowly approached Shaoyi, his black warrior pretended to show no bloodstains, but she could see at a glance that his right chest had been seriously injured by penetration, and there were also dried blood marks on his lips.

Was he injured when he fought for Xuanyi with Fucang?

Zhixi's heart was filled with anger and indisputable decadence, she was here! Can't he see it? She wouldn't be like Xuanyi, with a strange temper, and she didn't have her laziness and indifference. She upholds justice, harmony and friendship, not to mention that there is only him in her heart, why don't you look at her?

These jealous thoughts tormented her, fighting against the sanity and rigor she insisted on a daily basis. Zhixi couldn't help but sigh deeply, and then spoke: "...... You're hurt, what's the problem?"

Shaoyi looked at her blankly: "Senior sister, what did you say?"

Zhixi frowned, and her preaching heart returned: "You have always been smart, how can you not see the matter of Xuanyi and Senior Brother Fucang? Why do you have to intervene? This matter is not only dishonorable, but also tortures yourself, and you are seriously injured! You, you are really ......"

Her tears fell accidentally, and she hurriedly wiped them away with her hands, so as not to let him see it.

Shaoyi came back to his senses and couldn't help but smile dumbly: "Senior sister still cares about me like this." ”

Zhixi stared at the burning clouds in the sky for a long time, and finally suddenly had the courage, and said in a low voice: "Of course I care about you, because I like you, I don't think you are a merciless god, you can play with me and throw it away, but you don't." You have responsibility, you know responsibility, and you are worried about leaving the sea of hatred. So in my heart, you're not some bastard. You, you deserve a better goddess to match, don't get involved in the affairs of Fucang and Xuanyi, okay?"

Shaoyi smiled even deeper: "I am so good in my senior sister's heart, even I don't know it." ”

Zhixi's face turned red, and she couldn't help but stomp her feet: "What are you laughing at! Your injury is so serious, doesn't the Qingyang clan have the power of regeneration? Why don't you cure it?"

Shaoyi touched the wound on his right chest: "Put it aside for the time being, I'm going to tell her to hurt a little more." ”

She makes him hurt, and he will always make her hurt more than he does.

Zhixi bit her lip and snorted: "You have come to such a point with Xuanyi...... No matter how painful the wound is, it's you who is torturing, not her......"

Shaoyi was silent for a moment and did not respond to this sentence: "Senior sister, the so-called responsibility, I thought that as a god, this is a necessary duty, and it is really not a bright spot." As for why I didn't provoke you......"

He squinted and smiled, and his voice was light: "I'm afraid of trouble, and I provoked an infatuated goddess like Senior Sister, and there was a lot of trouble." I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad, why don't you leave your infatuation to your fellow travelers?"

He said she was a nuisance, but even when he was said so, his attitude was still so gentle, making her fatally gentle.

With tears in her eyes, Zhixi looked up at him quietly: "Are you afraid that I will pester you and cause you trouble? ”

Let her fall, even if it is only for her to sink once, he is the sea of hatred in her heart, dark and deep, and all laws are useless. Either play with her hard, abandon her, and let her come to her senses, and she will be able to let go.

Shaoyi frowned: "I'm not the kind of god monarch in your naïve fantasy. ”

That's okay, bad rundown, ruthlessness, just smash her innocence.

He looked at her silently, again with that focused and clear gaze, only this time it was for him. He couldn't help but sigh very lightly, regretful, loving, helpless, he sighed with emotion for these infatuated wrongdoers.

Shaoyi stretched out his hand, took Zhixi into his arms, held the back of her head, lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the lips.

There was no lewd sucking and entanglement, no intense rubbing and curling, his lips were soft and hot, and he stuck quietly on her lips for a long time, and then slowly left.

Zhixi watched him take a step back in a daze, raised her hand to straighten the hosta above her head for her, looked at him in a daze, smiled lightly, and said in a low voice: "Senior sister, thank you, forget about me." ”

The Divine Monarch in the Xuanhei Warlord costume turned around, his long sleeves fluttered like wings, and flew out of her vision in the blink of an eye.

The sky of the burning clouds darkened, and Zhixi stood in place for a long, long time, the dark and deep sea of hatred, as if it had swallowed her up, and she spun around in it, dizzy, and confused.

Her knees went limp, and she fell out of mid-air and fell to the ground. She couldn't get up anymore, she felt like she couldn't get up again.

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The chest on the right side hurt as if it was about to crack, and it hurt more and more, it was about the thick turbidity of the nether realm, and Shaoyi didn't heal the wounds, and as soon as the flesh and blood of the gods came into contact with the turbidity, it was extremely painful.

Xuanyi was so painful that Venus jumped in front of her, this was really self-inflicted, the one who was beaten was light, and the one who shot was crying in pain, she even had the urge to put a dragon scale on Shaoyi, she had nowhere to send the evil fire in her stomach, and she couldn't beat him, this kind of torture was too vicious.

A pair of hands hugged her tightly, and Fu Cang's voice sounded so far away to her, she really couldn't hear what he said, so she could only bury her face in his arms, tightly.

Dizzy, she didn't know whether she was dizzy or asleep, and she didn't know how long it took, the sharp pain in her right chest finally eased, Xuanyi opened her eyes in confusion, the bed under her was hard, still narrow, and it was really not very comfortable to lie down, she turned over, and immediately raised her dark eyes.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her quietly, and said in a low voice: "You've slept all day, how are you now?

She touched her right chest, but she was undressed, and her hair stood on end.

“...... I'm fine. She shrunk into the quilt, "My clothes ......"

"Take it off. "Fucang is still calm," the clothes and belts are broken. ”

Even if the belt is broken, you can still take it back when you click it, why take it off? Xuanyi took a breath: "Where is this?"

"Ding Mao's first division will be in the palace. ”

Xuanyi's eyes lit up: "Then Qingyan is also here?"

"Xiaolongjun is in the second department, and on the way to kill Zhang Lu, he collided with Qin Wu, the first battle of Shang Mao Dajun, and at present, both the A and B departments are still exterminating the demon clan and have not yet returned. ”

His overly calm voice and dark gaze made Xuanyi feel hairy on his back, and slowly wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, coldly, he suddenly reached out, and even hugged her tightly in his arms, and she even felt a little breathless.

“...... I'm sorry. He buried his face tightly in her hair, "I'm sorry. ”

His dragon princess couldn't even hold a wooden sword, but he let her be alone in the lower realm, allowing her to encounter such a thing. Chunjun on his waist seemed to feel the killing intent and evil thoughts in his heart, trembling slightly.

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