Else-red didn't speak, and his calm expression spoke for itself. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Anything is possible.

Xuanyuan Po suddenly felt a little cold, got up and said, "I'm going to see the patriarch." ”

Elsen Red said: "Even if you tell him your guess, it is meaningless. ”

Xuanyuan Po was a little anxious and said, "Then why hasn't anyone come over yet?"

"Whether it is Daozun or Wang Po, they will not come, because no one can be sure whether this is a game or not. ”

After a pause, he continued: "In the eyes of all parties, now that my inner man and I are dead, then the human race can no longer withstand the fall of a divine realm powerhouse, which will directly subvert the pattern of the entire continent. ”

Xuanyuan Po thought for a moment and said, "I'll try to kill him tomorrow." ”

Infinity Bi leaned against the wall, covered the broken arm, and said with a resentful face: "It's up to you?"

Xuanyuan Po had learned to ignore her, looked at the other red and continued, "And I think there should be someone to help me. ”

Bei Weihong understood what he meant, if it was really as he guessed, there would definitely be many people in the demon clan and even big people, who would oppose it as strongly as Xuanyuan Po.

In fact, he has now basically confirmed the truth of the whole matter, because the reason why he and Infinite Bi were seriously injured was because Lady Mu joined forces with the demons.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he waited for it to happen, and Xuanyuan Po walked out of the house and began to prepare dinner.

Smelling the smell of vegetable oil and eggplant coming from outside the door, Infinite Bi's face showed a look of extreme disgust.

In addition to the braised eggplant, Xuanyuan Po also cooked a small half pot of green onion tofu, steamed a large bowl of rice wrapped in grain, and the most delicious was of course a dozen slices of bacon steamed on top of the rice.

Xuanyuan Po and Other Red eat very seriously, and even enjoy some enjoyment.

Infinity Bi broke an arm, it was very inconvenient to eat, and she wanted to learn from a different kind of red, and ate it with bacon wrapped in rice grains, but she didn't succeed several times.

She got annoyed, threw the chopsticks on the desk, and scolded: "Eat something like pig food, no wonder it looks like a pig!"

Elsewhere Hong glanced at her, as if trying to persuade her, but in the end she didn't say anything, just sighed.

……

……

The streets and alleys of Xiacheng, near the Red River, always give people a feeling of wetness, whether it rains or not, or because the sewer system here is not too developed, and the quality of the people is not so high, and the residents along the street always like to dump sewage and even garbage directly on the street.

A shadow drifts between the waste and greasy sewage in the streets, and it descends the stone steps to Matsumachi.

These two nights in Matsucho are completely different from what they used to be, and they are much quieter, but that doesn't mean that there are no people here.

The streets are full of people.

The warriors of the Bear Clan, the steward of the Tang family, more than a dozen Tiannan cultivators, the archbishop of the West Wilderness Dao Hall and dozens of priests surrounded this place.

However, you can't hear any noise here, and if you don't distinguish carefully, you can't even hear the sound of breathing.

With such a vigilant and meticulous defense system, it would be difficult for Xiao Zhang and Xiao De to sneak in even if a powerhouse of the rank of Xiao Zhang and Xiao De came in person.

But for that shadow, this is not too difficult to do, because he cultivates the Huangquan Exercises, and he is naturally yin and the best at escaping.

In the dead of night, the bear warriors, priests, and Tennan monks in Matsucho relaxed a little.

The shadow crept silently to the small courtyard at the end of the alley, and sneaked into the night with the wind, along the moss marks on the floor, and came to the door.

Xuanyuan Po sat cross-legged behind the door, his eyes closed, and he had fallen asleep.

He slept like this for the past two nights.

Because this position is in front of the paper door, whoever wants to see the different red and infinite blue will wake him up.

The shadow stopped in front of the door and did not go any further.

Not because he felt the power of the iron sword that Xuanyuan Po had on his lap, but because he felt that there were two people behind the paper door.

- The hedrons were about to shatter, and the mana of the wooden tower had faded a lot, and he was very close.

He could even vaguely sketch the appearance of those two people in his own sea of consciousness.

A Taoist aunt and a scribe.

That's exactly who he's looking for.

Of course, he was shocked, and he didn't have time to be surprised, so he was afraid.

Those were two Divine Realm powerhouses, although he was already seriously injured, he still didn't dare to act rashly, he just wanted to retreat quickly and pass the news to Madam Mu.

The shadow crept back into the courtyard, drifting over the white cobblestones, under the dwarf pine, ready to emerge over the wall.

At this moment, a divine thought fell on him.

The divine thought was not very powerful, and the breath was very gentle, like a soft filament, which did not cause him any harm.

But he didn't dare to move again, because the message from that divine thought was very clear.

If he wanted to forcibly break free from this divine thought, he would definitely alarm those people outside the wall, and then suffer the strongest suppression from the master of the divine thought.

And if he didn't move, the owner of that divine thought wouldn't move, because the other party didn't want to alarm those demon powerhouses in White Emperor City.

The night was deep, the starlight was like water, and the dwarf pines under the courtyard wall gently fluttered in the night wind, and the shadows of the trees moved with it.

Time just walked forward slowly, and nothing happened.

Not even a sound.

Until a certain moment, there are roosters crowing, dogs barking, water boiling, footsteps, and the streets and alleys gradually wake up.

The morning light fell in the courtyard, the sound of water represented washing, and occasionally a few words of chat, Xuanyuan Po bought it and came back early, he still ate beef buns, or steamed buns, gruel and pickles prepared for other red and infinite blue, only one more steamed dumpling than yesterday, or tender horn melon filling, without a little meat star.

There was a faint sound of chopsticks and stools being lifted in the room.

Xuanyuan pushed the door and walked out, shook his head helplessly, tied the mountain and sea sword around his waist, and left.

The priests outside the courtyard also left with him, and the Tang family steward and more than a dozen Tiannan cultivators also left, and the officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty were already waiting for him in front of the imperial city.

The people of this neighborhood will go to the front of the Imperial Castle to see the excitement today, and this morning in Matsucho is much quieter than usual.

This small courtyard at the end of the alley is even more so, and it is even a little palpitating.

The morning breeze stirred the dwarf pines, the shadows of the trees moved slightly, and the shadows were lifted like a piece of paper.

In addition to Su, he lifted the Concealment Technique and revealed his true body.

Fog gradually appeared in the small courtyard, and the morning light could not penetrate it.

In the shallow brick passage in the corner, a few small whitebait turned their stomachs and died.

The color of the dwarf pines also gradually turned black, as if they had not been washed by rain for many years, and were stained with extremely thick dirt.

Moss grew on the neatly piled firewood, and the wooden floor became a little wet.

The whole compound became extremely damp and had a stuffy feeling.

These fogs and dampness all come from the body of the Su.

The sweat that gushed out of his sludge-like body soaked his tattered clothes and turned into a highly toxic wet mist.

The thought was still attached to him.

After a long night, he couldn't hold on much longer.

Now there are only two paths in front of him.

Or quit or move forward, but no matter which way it is, he needs to break that divine thought and make the most decisive choice.

He did not hesitate to choose the former, ready to escape.

Back then, in the deep stream covered by the Immortal Sect with a large array, this was how he survived.

Later, surrounded by the strong men of the Snow Plains Demon Clan, he still survived like this.

As long as he can live, he is willing to do anything shameless, and in the future, he will retaliate with a thousand times more cruel means.

Under this divine thought, he didn't dare to use the earth to escape easily, and through the cover of the mist, the pair of ugly flesh wings behind him quietly broke through his clothes and moved.

However, in the next moment, he stopped moving, and his swinging wings gradually slowed down.

He stuck out his blood-red tongue and licked his withered, cracked lips and smiled.

He smiled ugly, like the corpse of an insect cracked by the sun.

He turned to look into the fog, and said with a grin, "It turns out that you are scaring me." ”

"For a whole night, you didn't make a move on me, not because you were worried about alarming Madam Mu or other demon powerhouses, but because your injuries are too serious now, and there is no way to make a move, and you don't want that guy named Xuanyuan Po to risk confronting me, that's why you will fall this divine thought. ”

The morning light fell in the courtyard, a little brighter, and it clearly illuminated the deep incomprehension in Su's dark eyes.

"I'd rather take the risk and face me alone now and even the demon clan masters who can continue to come later, but I don't want to tell my Xingzang last night and let that guy named Xuanyuan Po take a little risk, why is that? Could that guy be your closed disciple, or ...... Bastard?"

He walked slowly forward, the mist parting, revealing the outline of the house.

There was no sound in the house, and no one came to answer his question.

Except Su walked to the front of the house, and he only needed to walk two steps forward to reach the door with his hand.

His body trembled a little, nervous and excited, and of course there was a lingering fear - although he was very sure that things were as he had said before, he still couldn't help but fear the thought that he would face such a legendary couple in the next moment.

If he could, he would never have stepped on these two steps, would never have reached for the door, or even come to the front of the house.

Sweat poured from his diminutive body, the mist grew thicker, the wooden floors grew wetter, mushrooms grew out of the woodpiles, and then quickly decayed, and the beams and pillars of the house, and all the wooden things, began to rot at a high rate, and then festered, and a damp and pungent smell enveloped the courtyard.

In the sound of clicking, the main door in front of the house collapsed, revealing a paper door, and two figures behind the door could be faintly seen.

A sigh rang from behind the paper door.

The emotions contained in this sigh are not complicated, nor are they too emotional, just a very simple sigh, which seems extraordinarily calm.

The hot and humid mist soaked the wooden door, and the pieces of paper were wet, then rolled up and fell as the wooden frame collapsed, looking like snowflakes.

In the snowdust, different red and infinite blue sat against the wall.