The killing obstacle was in the hands of the master, and the cold night of Beitang finally completed the change from Kunlun Sword Venerable to the new master of the Demon Domain, and the moment his feet stepped on the shore, Yao Su came up and gave him the last message of the prison Shura-

"Go to the Demon Emperor Palace in three days and compete for the position of the Demon Emperor."

The Soul Fixing Grass maintains the form of the Hell Shura, and it can only last for the last three days, and he will be waiting for him in the Demon Emperor Palace.

"I'll be there for you too." After Yao Su finished speaking, he squeezed his eyes in the cold night of the North Hall, and then reached out to pull up the low tree on the ground, shrunk it into a branch and inserted it back into his head, "There are three more days, and I won't disturb you alone." ”

The distance from here to the Demon Emperor Palace is just a blink of an eye for Beitang's cold night, and his old man is interesting, so he won't be here to hinder the young man.

Chu Yiyang saw him turn around, waved his hand at him, and then turned into a whirlwind and drilled into the ground, disappearing in an instant, and his breath could no longer be sensed around.

He suddenly realized that there were only two people left in this small courtyard in the mountainside space, him and Beitang Hanye.

It's just that now Beitang has regained his senses, and he is no longer in danger of falling into a killing madness.

A little more than a month ago, he once fell into the abyss.

Three days later, as long as he is willing to return to the top, the position of the Demon Emperor will be like a treasure for him.

As for whether Chu Yiyang continues to stay here, it doesn't matter anymore.

The plot is back on track, and all subsequent developments are unknown.

For the first time in his life, Beitang Hanye could make choices according to his wishes, and no one would force him to do anything or not to do anything.

The grass by the pool sprouted green shoots again, crushed by the wet dewdrops.

As if relieved, Chu Yiyang smiled at the person in front of him and said, "It's time for me to go." ”

- He's fine, but the Hehuan Sect doesn't know that he's coming out of the abyss alive.

"Also, that jump was in a lot of uproar at the beginning." The system coldly reminded, "Everyone knows that Fu Yueshu was robbed of her fiancé by a man, you'd better go back and deal with this matter quickly." ”

Chu Yiyang: "I haven't forgotten. ”

Before leaving, he will deal with all the things related to "Ying Robbery", and the first thing to deal with at the moment is Beitang.

The current situation is that Beitang remembered everything and knew everything in the cold night, including outside the secret realm, Chu Yiyang pretended not to know him and did not admit that he had anything to do with him, but seeing that he was in danger, he went over to save him again and again.

- Even if there is a blood pact between them, what about the words that were said to him under the abyss?

Chu Yiyang didn't want him to bring up the old matter again, in that case, he would have to make excuses or refuse again.

However, this time his worries seemed to be superfluous, and after accepting the inheritance of the Boundless Demon Skill, Beitang was no longer the same person he used to be, and he was no longer confined to love.

The person in front of the meeting seemed to want to whitewash the peace again, Beitang's expression did not change in the cold night, but he bowed slightly, and then said: "I owe you a lot, I really don't know how to pay you back." ”

Hearing this, Chu Yiyang was a little surprised: "You don't have to pay it back-" It doesn't matter.

However, he did not say the last four words, because the person in front of him was approaching him.

From the beginning of the cold night in Beitang when he was still a sword, his handsome appearance has already topped the four realms, and now he has crossed the barrier between sword cultivation and demon cultivation, and has escaped the sharpness and indifference of the killing path, and this handsomeness has become more and more unobstructed.

Chu Yiyang saw the shadow of the prison cultivator in him, and he had that kind of demonic charm in his gestures.

Just being watched by those eyes makes people feel willing to give everything for this moment.

No sooner had he dispelled the thought in his mind than he heard a golden bell ringing in the air.

- Jingle bells.

When both of them are awake, the ringing of the bell together seems to add an ambiguous atmosphere to the air.

Chu Yiyang's gaze instinctively went down, and he saw the rope wrapped around Beitang's cold night fingertips and the golden bell tied at the end.

The red rope belongs to the Kunlun Order.

It's just that at this moment, Kunlun Ling was thrown alone in the storage bag, and only this rope and bell were held in Beitang's cold night's hand together.

The dark red tulle gloves contrast with the golden bells.

As Beitang stood still in front of him in the cold night, the faint bell also stopped.

"It's yours."

The eyes that had regained their coldness looked at him.

At such a close distance, Chu Yiyang realized that Beitang's eyes were not pure black on a cold night.

His pupils have a pattern similar to that of a soul flower, showing a dark red color, and the color will also change when the light changes.

The same pattern had appeared on Chu Yiyang's dantian, and of course he knew what the magic pattern in Beitang's eyes was.

It was his blood pact.

If he is bonded to a living creature, the pattern will be transferred to another individual.

If not, that's a testament to his strength.

When he looked at these eyes in a daze, the person in front of him had reached out and grabbed his wrist, wrapping the red thread around the white wrist.

The bell made of pure gold returned to the owner, and when he heard the sound of the golden bell colliding, Chu Yiyang woke up like a dream, and only then did he take a step back, and was grabbed by the person in front of him: "Be careful." ”

The next moment, the bell trembled, and the two moved from the pool to the house.

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Chapter 115

This is the room where Chu Yiyang lives.

This courtyard in the belly of the mountain is not big, When he first came in, Chu Yiyang didn't expect that in addition to the bedroom where the master lived, there was another room here.

He packed up the two bedrooms, and placed the North Hall in the master bedroom on a cold night, and he lived in this room himself.

At first, he thought it was a guest room, but now he knew that it was the room that the Prison Shura couple had prepared for the child who was about to be born.

In other words, this is actually the room of the cold night in the North Hall.

If Yao Su hadn't refined the antidote, he should have grown up here.

Before Chu Yiyang could figure out why Beitang Hanye suddenly transferred them here, he heard the sound of cloth falling behind him, and Beitang Hanye, who was standing in front of him and still holding one of his wrists, said, "This is yours." ”

Hearing this, Chu Yiyang turned his gaze, looked behind him, and saw his clothes falling on the bed.

The clean clothes he brought out from under the abyss were all in the storage bag of Beitang's cold night, and just now he threw the sword and the storage bag to Beitang, and his clothes were naturally there with him.

There was a bed of different colored robes, and the most conspicuous of them was the one on top.

It was a white blouse, smaller than the others, and although it was cleanly washed, it was so broken that it couldn't be seen from the original.

Memories of this dress flashed through Chu Yiyang's mind.

Before he could get a taste of what the garment meant, the man standing in front of him walked past him and reached out and picked it up from the pile.

Chu Yiyang's gaze followed the slender palm, and he watched Beitang take the shirt that was no longer a dress to the middle of the two of them.

Following his movements, Chu Yiyang raised his eyes and met his gaze in mid-air.

The magic patterns in Beitang's cold night eyes appeared almost pure black in this light, perfectly blending with his original pupil color.

His eyes were staring at Chu Yiyang, but his fingertips were rubbing the ordinary broken white clothes in his hand through a layer of light veil, as if they were directly touching the skin of the owner of the clothes.

The air suddenly became scorched, and a shiver arose behind Chu Yiyang's back.

The association made him take another step back, his calf hitting the bed, and the golden bell wrapped around his wrist made a noise as he moved.

"Jingle bell—"

The broken white clothes fell like clouds.

Beitang Hanye let go of it and grabbed Chu Yiyang's wrist again.

His slender fingers wrapped in gloves held the rattling golden bell, and the other hand wrapped around Chu Yiyang's waist to stop him from falling towards the bed: "Be careful." ”

This is the second time he has said this today.

Thump.

Thump.

Chu Yiyang felt as if he heard a heartbeat in his ears.

He looked at the shadow in his eyes that had fallen into the cold night of Beitang, and only after a moment did he realize that this heartbeat did not come from his chest.

Chu Yiyang cut off the eye contact with Beitang Hanye and looked towards the hand he was holding.

I saw that the hand was resting on the heart of the cold night in the north hall through the robe.

There was no golem silk, no spell to block it, and the heart was beating just under his fingertips.

Chu Yiyang's fingertips twitched, trying to pull his hand back from under Beitang's cold night's palm, but he didn't twitch.

Beitang Hanye first took out the golden bell and said to him, "This is yours", and then he took out the clothes that Chu Yiyang left in his storage bag and said to him, "This is yours."

Now he pressed Chu Yiyang's hand to his heart, making him feel the heartbeat underneath, although that sentence was not spoken, everyone knew what he was going to say.

"It's yours".