Sang Ling slowly and methodically picked up the hot tea, and while drinking tea, she looked through the portraits on the table.

"Youth...... Gorgeous...... Tone ...... Burly...... Poof, cough, cough, cough. ”

When the next portrait came out, Sang Ling was almost choked.

Da Mao looked sideways, then he was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned his head to stare at the little demon outside the door, gritted his teeth and said:

"This kid even hid my portrait inside, see if I will flatten his head later!"

Sang Ling covered her stomach and laughed for a while before throwing aside a large stack of portraits that she hadn't finished reading.

"Da Mao, what are you trying to do with Ah Ran and Hanging Mo like this again and again? If you really want to be a matchmaker, I'll send you out to be a matchmaker. ”

In a half-joking tone, Da Mao shook his body, and immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

"Your Excellency, I'm just ...... It's just really scared. ”

"Huh?"

Da Mao closed his eyes and said the fear in his heart.

"Back then, the Snow Demon Ancestor was deceived by the little white face that was cultivated, which made my demon clan shattered. I thought about finding some intimate interpretation flowers for you as soon as possible, and the leaves could not be touched by the flowers......"

Da Mao said a lot of things, from the past to the present, from the present to the future, for a while to tread the snow, for a while to mention the demon clan, and for a while to mention the human race, the core meaning is nothing more than to express a meaning, please open a harem and have children, the branches and leaves can be consolidated in order to consolidate the bloodline, and not to be exploited by the human race. The little white face of the human race will deceive people, and the demon boy is simple.

Sang Ling: "......"

Da Mao is really too idle, and it doesn't matter if she falls in love or not, her forty-meter long knife!

Just seeing the simple furnishings in the house, the piles of paper and books, and the sand table in the misty forest of the mountain, she sighed, Da Mao's heart fell on the realm of the demon clan, and she couldn't give up.

She got up and helped Da Mao up:

"I know you have good intentions, but you can't force it on emotional matters. Aren't you going against the minds of these teenagers? I don't know if they want to cultivate and are not in the mood to love. ”

Da Mao blinked, a little uncertain:

"Really?"

Sang Ling nodded affirmatively:

"Yes."

"It must be a ghost!"

The words of the first night were thrown loudly in her face the next day.

After Sang Ling went out on the second day, she experienced eight juvenile feet, seven porcelain touches, and six deliveries in a short period of time, and she was already desperate. Now, she chose all the paths, but was still stopped by a delicate and beautiful young man.

Sang Ling: "......"

Don't make a fuss, last night's words hit my face, and my face is really swollen.

The young man had a good appearance, nodded and smiled like a spring breeze, and there was no embarrassment on his face, and he bowed.

"Your Excellency."

The body is thin, the weak willow supports the wind, and the facial features are beautiful, which reminds people of last night's portrait.

Stretching out her hand not to hit the smiling person, Sang Ling helplessly supported her forehead:

"Get up."

"Yes."

The boy got up, but had no intention of leaving. The eyes are burning, and the eyebrows are smiling, which makes people can't bear to be harsh at all.

Sang Ling thought of the embarrassing experience just now, and looked at the young man in front of him again, because it was rare that his toes were about to grab out of the three-bedroom and one living room.

But the retrospective mirror in the body also came out to make trouble, smiling like a Ru in a melon field:

"This big hair is very promising, you look at this one by one, the types are not repeated. Looking at it makes people want to kiss and hug and lift it high, my sister loves it so much. ”

Sang Ling: "......"

"Big brother, please be quiet."

The Mirror of Retrospective Migration is puzzled:

"Why don't you want to?"

"Why do I want to, am I this kind of person?"

"Aren't you?"

"Am I?"

"But you had a great time in Aran's house last night."

"God knows, I'm zero and seven every day, my eyelids are fighting, and I can't sleep from overwork, okay."

"Just, who understands the family, you stayed in someone's house for most of the night, in front of a beautiful boy, and you just wanted to sleep? Just want to sleep! ”

"Then it's going to do something else, isn't it a beast?"

"Then if you don't do it, won't you be a beast??"

Sang Ling: "......"

Sang Ling sighed helplessly:

"Okay, I'll throw in the towel, and you won."

The young man turned his head suspiciously:

"Your Excellency, what are you talking about?"

Sang Ling hurriedly denied:

"Nope."

She was talking seriously to the mirror of retrospective back just now, but she inadvertently said a sincere word, and she patted her mouth in annoyance.

The young man opened his clear pupils and looked at Sang Ling's movements, and his eyes suddenly bent:

"I was rescued from the nine-story tower, and I have been honored in this life. Don't be embarrassed, if you don't like us to appear, I don't show up too often, so I don't bother. ”

He bowed his head and saluted again, his slender neck bent in front of his eyes, and an old mark flashed at the collar. The traces are deep, go around in a circle, and are deadly.

Sang Ling paused slightly:

"You guys came out of the Nine-Story Tower? How well is the injury repaired, and is there any obstacle in cultivation? ”

She stretched out her hand to help the young man up, but the nine-story tower was in a hurry that night, but she didn't see the face of the demon clan she saved.

The young man raised his eyes, but he was not in a hurry to get up, and this shadow was reflected in his pupils, and he bent happily.

"It's all good, there are medical food and food relief exercises. Da Mao arranged it very well...... Ahem, it's just a small injury. Coming out of the nine-story tower, we have always been grateful to the Venerable but have not been able to repay it. This time, we can repay it, and I hope Your Excellency can accept it. ”

Sang Ling, who was misunderstood as a big shai fan: "......"

"I didn't mean that......"

"Your Excellency, what a blessing."

A voice sounded from behind, and Hanging Mo walked over with his arms crossed.

The young man glanced at it slightly, and then immediately grabbed Sang Ling's bare hand in front of him and stood up suddenly. It's just that the beautiful robe is injured, and if one is not careful, he will tilt over and fall into the arms of Sang Ling in front of him.

Sang Ling was made to have a stress reaction by similar bridges, and her feet slipped and she was about to withdraw, but she suddenly caught a glimpse of the other party's circle of scars stuck on her neck, and her body suddenly froze, a little stagnant.

The eyes of the young man who fell over lit up, and joy overflowed.

But I don't want to, but it's the hand that hangs the ink faster. As soon as the collar tightened, he had already grabbed the boy and stabilized his figure.

Hanging Mo increased the force in his hand, strangled his neck, and sneered at the young man's ugly face:

"It seems that the road of this demon clan realm still needs to be repaired well, and it is the demon clan with a foot all day and night, but what can I do."

Sang Ling woke up, quickly stood a foot away, and when she saw that she was far away from the young man, she breathed a sigh of relief and said gently:

"I'm going to go out with Hanging Mo, you go back first, there are injuries on your body, then remember to drink the medicine."

The boy's eyes widened:

"Your Excellency, me?"

"Remember to take good care of your injuries, and cultivating well is the king."

Sang Ling immediately interrupted, waved her hand, and hurriedly picked up her skirt and left.

Hanging Mo looked at the posture of oiling the soles of someone's feet, let go of his collar and prepared to catch up.

The young man moved his neck, which had just been grabbed, raised his smile, and mocked at the back of the hanging ink:

"My lord is really able to endure it, I heard last night that you rushed into the house of the doctor Aran, and now you have to pretend to stay out of the matter in front of the Venerable, in fact, the vinegar jar has already been overturned, sour choking, what you did is really impressive."

"You're not qualified to talk about me." Hanging Mo looked back sideways, his expression was still calm, even if he was scolded in front of him for his stupid behavior last night and the jealousy and embarrassment now, he did not change color. Only those who are said to have their hearts in their hearts will be angry, he doesn't have those love thoughts for Sang Ling.

It's just that he didn't see that there was a storm hidden in his eyes, and even his tone suddenly became a little colder, bringing out Ling Ran's murderous aura.

"Respecting a great cause, the love between men and women can only hold her back. Tell Da Mao, if there is still such a thing, for the sake of the demon clan, I will definitely kill the demon of chaos. ”

"You!"

The boy took a step back, his hands and feet chilling.

Hanging Mo shook his sleeves and left, but his expression was not half joyful.

Mohui Town.

The misty forest of Bishan Mountain was full of fog, and without the inexhaustible spiritual grass and immortal plants, it gradually lost its status in the cultivation realm, and even the transactions at the foot of the mountain were reduced by a few percent, and there was a little less of the lively crowding that used to be shoulder to shoulder.

Sang Ling hid her breath, found an open space to sit down, and waited for Hanging Mo to chase after her.

There are a lot of vendors around, and the shouts are coming and going-

"Beef, beef in sauce!"

"Red bean cake, fresh red bean cake, freshly baked, hot, sweet and delicious!"

"Guest, taste?"

The old man was carrying the burden, and happened to pass by, and when he saw Sang Ling, he quickly put it down and untied the cage drawer.

In the steaming heat, the small red pastries are neatly arranged, and the sweet aroma is attractive under the heat.

Sang Ling suddenly remembered that a few years ago, when she was still a puppet, she was chased and killed by Xie Hanzhou and fled to Mohui Town. At that time, she was squatting on the side of the road, with no money, and was pitifully given a piece of red bean cake to her, and she regarded it as her last meal before she died, and she swallowed it in one gulp when she was hungry, but she couldn't taste the superfluous taste.

She picked up a piece in a trance and put it in her mouth, the sweet and attractive taste bloomed on the tip of her tongue, and when she tasted it carefully, it was just a smell of red beans and glutinous rice, and the method was very rough.

After only one bite of the red bean cake, it was put down tastelessly.

The old man hesitated:

"Is it that the guest officer doesn't like it?"

Sang Ling looked at the familiar face in front of her and smiled:

"No, I just remembered something, I like your pastries very much, let's wrap them all."

The old man looked at a load of red bean cakes with eight cages, and hesitated:

"Guest officer, do you want so many red bean cakes?"

"Yes." Sang Ling ate all the remaining red bean cakes in her hands, the sweetness brought a smile, and she bent her eyebrows: "A few years ago, I was poor, and you gave me a piece of red bean cake, and now that I have money, I naturally have to repay one or two." ”

The old man looked at the rich and magnificent nun in front of him with strange eyes, and he couldn't remember this incident:

"Really? The guest officer is now rich and noble, and his cultivation is profound, but the old man is clumsy and doesn't recognize it. ”

Sang Ling stood up, looked at the bustling street scene, looked at the osmanthus glutinous rice and red bean cake shop that had already declined, and only felt that things were wrong, and Huangliang was a dream:

"There will be no more in the future, they will sword me, and I will return the sword and tooth for tooth."

Her tone was flat, it was a surging murderous machine, she stared at the man on the corner of the street, her black eyes were cold:

"It's been a long time, Heavenly Dao Sect...... Xie Hanzhou. ”

The man stood under the tree with a sword, his cold face as jade was immersed in the dark light, and from a distance, he could only see a pair of frosty cold eyes, blurred into silhouettes, but he did not hide the cold and cold of Gaoling, and the feeling of Xiao Suo was solemn.

Sang Ling slowly took a few steps forward, and his fingers pinched out a trick in his sleeve, meeting the other party's eyes.

Before the nine-story tower rescued the demon clan, the old man in the mouth of the hanging ink, it should be you. Now here again, pretending to be infatuated, it's really naïve to want to make people laugh. The Heavenly Dao Sect must die in my hands, and you and I will only meet each other.

Xie Hanzhou remained motionless, the light in his eyes slowly stirred into pieces, cutting through time.

"Guest officer, the red bean cake is wrapped."

The old man suddenly handed over the oiled paper bag, Sang Ling was blocked from view, and when he went to look for it, the tree was already empty-

Xie Hanzhou is already gone.

She was a little confused about the meaning of the sudden appearance in front of her, and the old man next to her was carrying an oiled paper bag and saw that no one answered it, so he asked with some puzzlement:

"Guest?"

"I'll do it."

A knuckle with a clear and powerful knuckle hooked, dozens of catties of oiled paper wrapped steadily, and the hanging ink paid the money again and sent the old man away.

Sang Ling had come back to her senses and stood quietly, but her eyes were still looking at the tree with heavy eyes.

Hanging Mo followed the line of sight and found that it was an ordinary tree, which was a little strange:

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about the mysterious person who calculated me in the Ninth Floor Tower. What's wrong with the mountain fog forest lately? ”