"The deity recently thinks that the bed is too big, and you ......" the corners of the abyss's lips were slightly inaudible, "which can prove how much you like the deity." ”

If there are question marks in this world, I believe that the forehead of the wind is already full of question marks.

She knew every word he said, and she knew what it meant when it was put together, and she couldn't understand it when it came out of his mouth.

"I ...... Is it too late to regret it now? She looked at him expectantly.

"The deity hates being deceived above all." He suddenly threw away the melon in his hand, and his eyes suddenly became extremely cold, "Fool me, damn it!" ”

Feng Chuliang took a step back, his heart was about to jump out of his throat, he said casually that day, why was he taken it seriously?

And at this time, Si Ming's gloating voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "I told you a long time ago, he is very resentful, after you scum him in the previous life, he will hold grudges even more, now do you still want to scum him once?" ”

Feng Chuliang silently protested in his heart, "I don't like him at that time." ”

She suddenly remembered that Si Ming Xianjun had said that he had poisoned, so she had the courage to ask, "I can detoxify for you, but the antidote is in the Northern Spirit Sacred Domain, or you let me go back, I will find the antidote for you, and we will ...... Two clear? ”

"Liangqing?" Reverse Yuan's face was even colder, and his whole body was full of coercion, so that he didn't dare to breathe when the wind was cold.

Feng Chuliang had to explain, "Lord Demon Venerable, it's not good for your health if the poison drags on for a long time. ”

"Heh, the deity will be afraid of this little poison?" Zhi Yuan pushed away the melon pot on the table with one hand, and even eating melons became tasteless, "You are light and thin, but now you want to be clear with the deity?" ”

This...... Feng Chuliang didn't expect it, why would she be the person in charge?

The direction of this plot seems to be beyond her control.

Or perhaps, from the beginning, it was not within her control.

"I'll find you an antidote, how about you release the Holy Maiden and Holy Son in the water prison?" She asked tentatively.

Reverse Yuan's mood calmed down a little, and his eyes became calm, "Yes." ”

He suddenly withdrew his hand, a little cold flashed through his fingertips, and a small green snake appeared in the air, and the little green snake crawled towards Feng Chuliang.

Hiss......

Hiss......

The wind was cool for a while, and his scalp was numb, and he stiffly watched the little green snake slowly climb up his body.

She was just about to shake it off, when she was suddenly frozen in place by a strong magic force, until the cold and soft body of the little green snake slowly climbed onto her wrist and wrapped it into a circle, and in the next second, the little green snake turned into a turquoise jade bracelet. The water and light are superb, and the texture is also cool and moist.

"This little snake is highly venomous, and if you dare to betray the deity, it will bite you to death immediately." Reverse Yuan sneered, with a cold light in his eyes, "Gu Bai, come in." ”

Hearing this, Jiu Bai walked in, "Demon Venerable, what do you command?" ”

"Send her back to the Northern Spirit Sanctuary."

When he left the central city, he couldn't believe it, and pinched himself, only to realize that he was not dreaming.

"Gu Bai, why did he let me leave so soon?" She was puzzled. With the temperament of the reverse abyss, he doesn't seem to care too much about the poison on his body.

Jiu Bai thought for a while and said, "Demon Venerable doesn't seem to be in a very good mood these two days, and when he went out today, he killed a few demons who were rising...... Based on my experience, it's not long before there's a tough battle to be fought. Cool, your cultivation is too low, and you are a human race, so it is inconvenient to stay here. ”

Gu Bai has already said so clearly, and it is not good to stay cheekily when the wind is cold.

"Is he sure?" She couldn't help but think that the reverse abyss was poisoned, and this battle might not be good for him.

"In my memory, the Demon Venerable has never lost a battle, you don't have to worry."

It seems that Jiubai didn't know that Zhi Yuan was poisoned, and Zhi Yuan didn't mention anything except her, even the most trusted subordinate around him.

A day later, Feng Chuliang returned to the Northern Spirit Sacred Domain, and Jiubai did not stay long, and soon left.

She followed the route in her memory and walked for another day before returning to the foot of Sanssouci Mountain.

"The wind is cool?!" The disciples at the foot of the mountain were very surprised when they saw her, and they looked like she might not be able to come back.

"yes, I'm back." Feng Chuliang didn't want to explain more to them, and she was a little tired after hurrying continuously.

From afar, he saw a handsome and extraordinary man coming down, and when he saw the first cool wind, his face showed sincere joy.

"Senior sister, it's great that you're okay, you're finally back!" The person who spoke was Jing He, the elder brother of Sanssouci Gate, who had taken good care of Feng Chuliang since he was a child, and after Feng Chuliang disappeared, he tried to go to the demon clan several times to find someone, but it was useless.

"Senior Brother," Feng Chuliang was about to speak, but found that among the disciples who followed Jing He down the mountain to greet her, except for Jing He, the others had different expressions.

There were even people who showed disgust and contempt, as if she was not welcome to go back at all.

Jing He blocked her sight with his body, and he smiled softly, "It's good to come back, come up with me, Master must be in a hurry." ”

The head of Sanssouci is her father, who has taught her very strictly since she was a child.

After going up the mountain, Feng Chuliang did not immediately see his original father, and was told that the head of the family was discussing with the elders and was not free for the time being.

"How can she still have the face to come back, it's all because of this mourning star, the Holy Maiden of the Northern Spirit and the Holy Son of Xuanze have been taken away, how can she still live well!" The disciples passing by looked at her with strange and disgusted eyes, and the sound of discussion was not concealed, and it was clearly transmitted to Feng Chuliang's ears.

She recalled the days when she was originally in Sanssouci Gate, although she was the daughter of the head of the family, but because her talent was too poor in the cultivation process, she was the most stretched cultivation in the entire Sanssouci Gate, and she was often ridiculed by others.

If that's all it takes, the original body can't restrain his temper whenever he is ridiculed, and he uses his identity to oppress people, and for a long time, his popularity is naturally not very good.

Later, the talented little junior sister entered the teacher's door, not only cultivated fast enough, but also had a very gentle and lovely temper, and was very patient with everyone, even the injured stray dogs and stray cats on the side of the road, she would squat down to treat them.

In the whole worry-free door, the little junior sister was praised as a group pet.

"It's really unlucky, why doesn't she die, with her in the worry-free door, we don't want to have a good life!" Someone else stared at the wind with gloomy eyes.

"The shameless green tea girl is too low-minded, and she doesn't look at her own goodness, she dares to pursue the Holy Son of Xuanze, and she loses the face of the worry-free door!"

These ugly voices were soon interrupted by a gentle and sweet female voice.

"Don't talk about Senior Sister like that, she is just bravely pursuing her love, and she can't take care of our reputation for a while, what's wrong."

A young girl in a pink dress walked from not far away, her brows were slightly furrowed, with a few wisps of sadness and indescribable weakness, her body was slender and weak, and she had the posture of a weak willow supporting the wind.